Jackson Kelly and the Orleans St. Posse are in an auto body shop in New Orleans. Behind the counter stands a greasy man in overalls with his name, "Harold", on a patch on the left side of his chest. Harold is looking through an invoice like it was written in Greek. He adjusts the bottle thick glasses on his face and grunts, a sound that, to Jackson and the others who've been standing there for nearly thirty minutes, does not inspire confidence in Harold's competince. Harold licks his teeth, seeming to not notice the layers of fungus growing there, and finally gets down to business...

Harold: "Well, sez here that we checked the air conditioning on your van.. Didn't seem to be anything wrong with it but we replaced the unit and all the ducts just in case.. Then we gutted the interior and replaced the carpet and upholstry.. Oh and we went ahead and gave you three new tires cuz the old ones was bald.. So all that plus the labor brings yer total to... Four thousand two hundred dollars and sixty nine cents."

Toby's jaw drops and he braces himself against the counter.

Toby: "How much?"

Harold: "$4200.69.. Oh and we don't take personal checks."

Toby: "Okay, fine, I'll be back."

The Orleans St. Posse beat a hasty retreat out the door and pile into Jackson's Cadillac Esplanade, a very tight squeeze. Jackson has been flying back and forth between New Orleans and NEW shows the past few weeks, while Harold has been mutilating Toby's van after it "mysteriously" caught on fire. They had been hoping to get the van back so they could get back on the road.

3lla: "Are you going to be able to swing that bill, Toby?"

Toby: "Yeah, I've got it in the bank from my website, only problem is..."

His voice trails off and he stares vacantly out the window.

3lla: "Only problem is what?"

Toby: "Well, that's all the money I've got to travel on, which means its all the money Steve has to travel on, which means.."

Jackson was tempted to point out that Toby could probably find a new van for cheaper but he knew, just like they all knew, that wasn't an option as far as Toby was concerned. That van had too much sentimental value to him. It had been his first and only vehicle, he'd even given it a nickname... "Tabitha". Tabitha was the closest thing to a girlfriend Toby ever had, and everyone knew better then to talk bad about the decrepid old full size. Jackson knew what Toby was getting at, if they couldn't afford to travel with him that meant..

3lla: "The Orleans St. Posse and Jackson Kelly must part ways once again."

Spliff: "Naw, ma.."

3lla: "No, no, it's alright, Spliff, no use denying the inevitable. I guess its for the best, we wouldn't want anyone confusing The Orleans St. Posse for Blaze's new Birmingham Back Street Posse."

Toby: "Birmingham has back streets?"

Spliff: "But.."

3lla: "Don't worry about my well being, Spliff, I'll be fine. Maybe I can talk one of the other wrestlers into travelling with me."

Spliff: "But.."

3lla: "That's it! I'll hold open auditions for my new sidekicks! Great idea, Spliff."

Spliff: "What?"

3lla: "I'll swing you guys by the bank and then drop you off back at Harold's."

Spliff: "But.."

3lla: "Alright, Spliff, you and The Guy can help me judge people at the audition."

Spliff: "But.."

3lla: "Absolutely right, Spliff, we need to have strict standards set, we can't just have any bum off the street hanging out with NEW's North American Champion."

Jackson pulls up in front of the bank and Toby gets out to go get Harold's blood money.

3lla: "If these guys are going to be replacing the Orleans St. Posse, they've got to be exciting and adventurous and live up to the highest moral standards."

Spliff: "But.."

3lla: "You're right, maybe not the highest moral standards, we don't want anyone with a stick up their @$$ but I don't want to wake up and find some guy going through my underwear drawer. Let's see what else? They've got to be someone I know I can depend on and someone who will shine when the camera is on them. But not outshine me of course, after all I'm the '3lla' that '3ll Seekers' is named after, this is my show. So they need to be someone who will add to the show's comedic value but not try and steal the attention. Not to be conceited but let's not forget this whole thing is about wrestling."

Toby comes back out of the bank, looking heart-brokenly at the evelope full of money he's spending to get Tabitha back in working order. He climbs back into the Escalade and Jackson speeds off back toward Harold's body shop. He pulls up out front and speeds off after dropping Toby and Steve off. Of course, he wasn't to be gone long because Toby called him and he had to go back and get them five minutes later. Seems Harold forgot to mention that the van wouldn't be ready until the morning, but he was happy to take Toby's money while they were there. So, Jackson dropped them off back on Orleans Street and speed off once again toward destiny in the form of new sidekicks.

Fade Out.

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