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[WildFire! goes on the air with a shot of Central States President Robert Marshall standing in a empty dressing room, arms crossed and a heavy scowl on his face. From behind Marshall the dresssing room door opens and someone can be heard entering, which prompts the cameraman to start turning towards the opened door. That move though is quickly stifled as Marshall sends the camerman a look that would melt steel.]
MARSHALL: Glad to see you could make it.
VOICE: You offer was intriguing Marshall, and now that I am here what else do you have for me.
[Marshall continues looking in the other direction forcing the cameraman to keep the lens on him.]
MARSHALL: You take care of that little problem I told you about and we can make arrangements for the future.
VOICE: And these arrangements what would they be.
[A small smile comes to Marshall's face as he speaks]
MARSHALL: Everyone knows I'm not afraid to give those who perform well added incentives by throwing them a bone now and then. Take care of Adam-X and his school boy ways and you can almost guarentee that the road will be open to whatever you want.
VOICE: And why is taking Adam-X out so damn important to you.
[The scowl comes back to Marshall's face, deeper and harder than before.]
MARSHALL: Adam-X may be money in the back but he has a damn tendency to run his mouth off before he speaks. Earlier this week he said a few things that puts a bad light on both myself and the CSWA. I won't put up with wrestlers who damage this federation not when I worked too hard to get this fed on it's feet. It's a lesson everybody needs to learn and Mr. Experience of a Lifetime is the first to go to school over it.
VOICE: That's fine with me. Point me in the right direction and I'll make sure Adam-X gets the beating of a lifetime. One thing though, you want him beat with anything in particular.
MARSHALL: I don't care if you use your hands, feet or a damn Mac truck you just put that son of a bitch down.
VOICE: Excellent, consider it as good as done
MARSHALL: [turns to face the camera] NOW SHUT THAT DAMN THING OFF AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!
[Camera fades to black with a shot of Marshall turning around to face his designated hitter]