Listening to Britney Spears on his earbuds, Dolph Ziggler stretches out, planting both hands on a nearby bench to ground himself while preparing for a match, when he hears hurried footsteps behind him.

"Hey bro!"

Recoiling away from the loud voice breaking in over his music, he roughly pulls the buds out and glares over his shoulder, not all that surprised to find the owner of the voice is Zack Ryder, who stands behind him, grin wide and eyes gleaming with excitement. "What do you want now?" he snaps at his rival, unimpressed at being interrupted while trying to get focused on the match ahead.

"They came!" Zack begins waving an envelope in front of his eyes, causing him to glare even harder, annoyed by the blur of white that leaves him feeling a little dizzy.

"Ugh, what came? Just spit it out, some of us have matches to prepare for." He doesn't wait to see the look of angered hurt at the not-so-subtle dig that appears in the other man's eyes, turning to reposition his earbuds and get back to stretching.

"The stickers for our Wrestlemania match," he huffs, pulling out a bright purple and pink yin/yang symbol from the envelope. Dolph does look over at this, raising an eyebrow at them. "Aren't they siiiiiiick?"

"That's one word for it," he shrugs, reaching out for some of the stickers despite himself. "What're you planning on doing with them?"

"Mailing them to fans on Twitter who want 'em," Zack says, his hyper grin returning once more as his opponent shows some interest after all, examining them critically. "Yes, this includes yours too. I'm an equal opportunity-"

"Suck up," Dolph cuts in with a rude sneer which only widens when Zack glares at him, his free hand clenching into a fist. He glances down, lips shifting into a feral grin. "Doubt you wanna go there, Ryder. It never ends well when you do."

"Think you're forgetting that I beat you for the US title, bro-" he starts to say when Dolph reaches up and impulsively presses one of the stickers to his forehead, over his headband, and effectively startling him so much that he shuts up abruptly. "Are you serious, bro?" he yells, face turning almost as purple as his half of the sticker. "I don't want gummy crap all over my headband!" Before Dolph can do or say anything, Zack presses a sticker onto his jaw, smirking as Dolph glowers at him.

This leads into a full on sticker war as they stick them anywhere they can reach, finally only stopping when Vickie comes by to collect Dolph for his match and starts squeeching, both men freezing at the sound. "What are you two doing? Dolph! Why let him drag you down to his level?" she cries out, quickly ridding him of as many stickers as she can see, his eyes widening as he rushes to help her. Once they're removed them all, they leave a very stickered up Zack behind, running out to make it just in time for Dolph's match.

"He started it," the Internet champion shrugs, turning to leave while idly peeling one of the stickers off of his sunglasses so he can see where he's going, undisturbed by the rest of them still covering his face, shirt and arms. He's barely taken a few steps when...

"DOLPH! There's one buried in your HAIR!" Vickie's voice reverberates from the entrance ramp.

"...RYDER!"

He starts walking faster, his grin growing as he quickly fistpumps in response, smug over the minor victory. "And the results will be the same for Wrestlemania 29," he murmurs smugly. "Woo... woo... woo. You know it!"