[Camera fades up to a shot of Robert Lancaster standing outside the Family Arena main entrance . Security guards surround the CSWA President preventing a somewhat large group of AAEF protesters from reaching the Arena entrance and or Marshall. The protesters wave AAEF signs that vary from Justice Only Serves The Rich to Central States Wrestling Hires Murderers. A chant starts from the back of the crowd and slowly builds momentum]
[CROWD]: WE WANT JUSTICE! WE WANT JUSTICE!
[Finally having heard enough Robert Marshall steps out from behind the wall of security and addresses the crowd]
[MARSHALL]:If you want Justice I suggest you take a long drive to New York City and stand outside the District Attorney's office and shout your senseless slogans at him. All you are going to get here is trouble.
[PROTESTER]:You can't stop us from demonstrating man. It's our god given right to express ourselves. And besides we are on public property.
[A sinister smiles creeps up onto Marshall's face and he points a finger at the demonstrator.]
[MARSHALL]: Normally you are right but since the Family Arena and the surrounding area is half owned by private investors you are technically trespassing. That being said I have been given authorization to have you removed from the premises if you do not choose to leave on your own. You have two minutes to decide before things potentially get ugly.
[The crowd starts mummering and an occassional curse comes shooting out from some disgruntled person. Marshall casually checks his watch and raises an eyebrow towards the leader of the group. Sirens can be heard in the background and the AAEF protestors unsure if it's a random occurance of the calvary on the way slowly start to dissapate. The leader looks at Marshall and snarls.]
[PROTESTER]: We are'nt finished man.
[MARSHALL]: [smiling coldly] Sure we are. Tomorrow there will be a restraining order in New York forcing your group to stop anymore harrassment of the CSWA and it's employees. That also includes Dave Boudreaux.
[The sirens continue to get closer and the leader reluctantely follows the rest of the pack to their vehicles. Marshall brings his hand behind him and motions for a radio. A security guard pushes one into Marshall's hand and he quickly brings it up to his mouth and keys the transmit button]
[MARSHALL]: Alright Tony tell the rent a cops to turn off the sirens. They bought it hook line and sinker.
[Laughter comes through the speaker followed by Tony Mastino's voice]
[MASTINO]: Got ya boss.
[And with a shot of Robert Marshall grinning evilly WildFire! goes on the air.]