[FADE UP]
[Camera cuts back to WildFire! to show Marshall standing face to face with none other than "The Loose Cannon" Ripper Longshanks. One step behind Ripper is Jeremiah Blackwell, the other half of the team known as The Darkness. All three men have scowls plastered on their face and it appears that Marshall and Ripper haven't been exchanging pleasentries]
MARSHALL: I don't give a shit Ripper. You take things too far on my show and you will find yourself back working in the NWC. You got that?
[Ripper looks at Marshall like his is a piece of meat and lets the shark grin slide into place. He takes a step forward which brings him about an inch away from the CSWA President.]
RIPPER: Nice threat Missssssssster Marshall. You damn well knew what you were getting when you shoved that contract in my face two months ago. I do things the way I see fit and worry about the consequences later. [Marshall starts to open his mouth but Ripper cuts him off] Don't worry boss, I won't mess up your little wet dream. Yet.
MARSHALL: Just remember Longshanks. This is the CSWA not the MSWA and sure as hell not that little bush league fed you were part of in Canada. We do things my way or else. Understand.
[Camera fades with a shot of Marshall and Ripper staring each other down, neither one wanting to give the other the advantage.]