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[Fade up.]

[The scene opens to the inside terminal of the Memphis Airport, where Simon Terry stands by the luggage claims rack. He looks to the left and then the right, and then down at his watch.]

Simon: Damnit, where's he at, I've got appointments. Like he cares, he doesn't care about anything but himself.

[From an elderly lady standing behind Simon.]

Elderly Lady: You talking to me sonny?

Simon: Oh, no ma'am, it's just that I'm waiting on somebody to get off the flight from Hawaii and he isn't here yet.

Elderly Lady: Well, I was the last passenger to leave that plane. Just don't get around like a used to. My husband and I spent a week in Hawaii. Beautiful place, you ever been?

Simon: Actually, I used to live there.

Elderly Woman: Lucky boy. The sunsets are very pretty, not like here in Memphis.

Simon: Ma'am, Memphis is great. Do you know how many great wrestlers got there start right here in Memphis.

Elderly Woman: I never watched much rasslin'. My husband likes it. Theres a pretty big show coming next week. My grandson has tickets to it.

Simon: The NEW.

Elderly Woman: I think that's what it's called.

Simon: I'm a part of that show. I'm going to be in the opening match against Mikey.

Elderly Woman: The Life cereal boy?

Simon: (Chuckling.) No ma'am, he's a wrestler. He's a mute wrestler, but he doesn't let his handicap slow him down.

Elderly Woman: It's nice that they give those kind of people a chance to work. I heard about him before I think. Didn't he fight the owner and cut his head open with a chair or something?

Simon: I think you've got the wrong person. That was the one legged wrestler that fought his boss.

Elderly Woman: Well sonny, here's my bags. I've got to find Buford and get home. I think I left the porch light on, the utility bill is going to be sky high this month. Nice meeting you.

Simon: Same here, ma'am.

[Simon looks back down at his watch and around again before spotting the man he's there to pick up. A man with long blonde hair, black leather pants, and an orange Hawaiian patterned shirt with pineapples on it, and to top it off yellow tented sunglasses. The same style yellow tented sunglasses that Simon is wearing.]

Simon: (Under his breath.) Finally.

Rhemses: Simon.

Simon: Hello. How was the flight?

Rhemses: It sucked. Don't go doing me any favors and spring for first class next time. I enjoyed the fat lady sitting next to me and talking about her sunburn for seven hours.

Simon: What was Cole thinking. I told him to book you first class.

Rhemses: We've got to get my luggage and find Toto.

Simon: What's a Toto?

Rhemses: It's my pet ferrett. I hope you've got all the shiny objects in your house put away.

Simon: Cole didn't say anything about a Toto.

Rhemses: You've got a dog, I didn't think an animal in your apartment would hurt anything.

Simon: I "had" a dog. Until you killed it.

Rhemses: I promise you that I didn't kill your dog.

Simon: You killed it when you trashed my house. Fess up, it's all done with now.

Rhemses: I didn't trash your house. It was me who attacked the kid Lewis. I didn't mean to work him over that bad, but I didn't trash your house. And I definately didn't kill your dog. I love animals, I could never hurt an animal.

[Rhemses turns around and starts unloading leather bags off of the conveyor belt.]

Rhemses: You gonna help me with a few of these?

Simon: How many bags you got.

Rhemses: Just six.

Simon: Six?

Rhemses: Well, seven counting Toto.

Simon: Okay, let's just get them and go, I've got to meet some of the NEW staff members at the Pyramid for some pyro setups and stuff.

Rhemses: I want to stop and get some fudge swirl icecream on the way.

Simon: I don't have time for that. We can go after I meet with the staff.

Rhemses: As I recall, you called Cole asking for my help. I'm here to help you. I'm going to do my job by watching your back, but NEW isn't paying me. So, if I want fudge fricken' swirl icecream, then I expect your ungrateful ass to be stopping and getting me fudge fricken' swirl and ask if I want M and fricken' M's on top. Got it, bigshot?

Simon: Your right man, I'm sorry. We can get some icecream to go on the way. I do appreciate your help. I'm just a little stressed.

Rhemses: Don't be, you've beat Mikey before. So what if he scored the win last time? Stop worrying about it.

Simon: It's not just Mikey, I just don't know how I'll stack up against some of these new guys and some of the veterans that weren't here in my last run.

Rhemses: Just take it one match at a time.

Simon: Yeah, I'll be okay after this Firefights.

Rhemses: Besides you won your first return match, and Pete Hardy is no pushover.

Simon: Yeah, but things were a little different last week. Everyone was in a slump due to the death of Reaves.

[On that note, Simon and Rhemses pick up the last few of the bags and make their way to the claims desk for "Toto".] [Fade.]