I actually had a dream about Fastlane this morning. Nothing related to what will actually happen for what should be obvious reasons.
>booley and botcha are on the show for some reason, something happens backstage, there's real SHOOOOOOOOT heat between them
>it's time for a specialty match, using large parade floats for some reason
>also for some reason myself and my dad are on booley's float driving it, I forget my phone on a table
>Dunn fucks up, starts playing the entrance music for booley late and she doesnt' have her stupid flailing balloon things
>get to the other side to park the parade float, borrow someone's phone to shitpost on /wooo/ about what's happening and Booley and Botcha getting into a SHOOOOOOT fight
>the specialty match is some autistic fake medieval fight thing with Vince and Shane McMahon, myself, and someone else vs Booley (who fucked up and didn't have her fake sword and also looked angry), some short woman, some unidentified women
>the point of the match was to knock the weapon out of the other person's hand and "capture" them
>Vince attempted some comedy thing with his fake armor getting locked up and having trouble drawing his sword
>Booley just sits there and pouts as she jobs out to the fourth guy
>defeat and "capture" the short woman
>turns out she's wearing a [redacted] shirt and has a [redacted]
>some verbal foreplay while mics are not picking anything up
>end up fucking later
>all of this is 1000 times more exciting than the real show we're going to get