In ancient England a person could not have sex unless they had consent of the King. When anyone wanted to have sex, the King gave them a placard that said F*CK (Fornication Under Consent of the King) on it. These days things are abit different. Not that there is any sex in the following program, just thought I'd make this an educational show.

It's time now for the second enstallment of "3ll Seekers" We open this time with Jackson Kelly and the Orleans Ave. Posse sitting in a hotel room somewhere in Northern Louisiana. Jackson and Steve are sitting in front of the television set watching the Lakers own the New Jersey Nets in Game 1 of the NBA Finals. The two are getting very excited as the game comes to an end and every free throw counts (for those of you who didn't see it the Lakers won 99-94, I'm predicting a sweep four games to none, who wants the odds?). Toby is hunched over a map in the corner trying to figure out just where in the hell they have ended up, guess they should have known better then to let Spliff drive the night before. Spliff and The Guy with No Name have disappeared somewhere to "collect their heads" shall we say. As the game ends, Jackson and Steve get up and begin getting ready to call it a night so that they can get up early the next morning and hit the road. Right about this time, Spliff and The Guy come strolling back into the room. Spliff immediately heads into the kitchen and grabs some Snickers Ice Cream Bars he'd hidden in the freezer earlier. He makes his way over to where Toby is pondering the map and flops down next to his tubby friend.

Spliff: "What chu doin', fool?"

Toby: "Tryin' to figure out where in the world you got us stranded. Way I figure it you made pretty good time last night."

Spliff: "Yeah?"

Toby: "Yeah, only problem is you got us turned around and took up about 200 miles closer to home."

Spliff: "Shut up, I didn't get turned around, I got perfect directional sense."

Toby: "That'd be about the only kind of sense you got."

Spliff: "You better watch all that $#!+ now. Don't get all grumpy with me just cuz I remembered to get some munchies and you didn't. I can see the pounds melting off ya fat @$$ as we speak. Somebody get this man some Milk Duds, he's wasting away."

Toby: "Laugh now, you're not going to be in such good spirits when I feed you sack to a stray dog."

Spliff: "Boy, you just try something like that and I'll be putting my foot so far up your @$$ you'll have to spread my toes to eat a cheeseburger."

3lla: "Spliff, shut the hell up, I'm trying to get some sleep."

Spliff: "Don't think just cuz you're a wrestler now that I can't beat you down just like back in the day."

3lla: "Back in the day? Kid, I punked you down so many times I done thought you forgot how to stand straight."

Spliff: "$#EEET! I could have walked up to you any day and been like 'Punk, gimme that Kool-Aide' and you'da handed it over so quick you'da looked less like Da 3lla and more like Da Spilla."

3lla: "Punk, gimme that ice cream!"

Spliff: "No need to raise yer voice man, if you wanted a bite you coulda just asked."

Spliff hands over his last Snickers Ice Cream Bar quickly not thinking about the conversation that was taking place. **Note: Marijuana can cause a loss in short term memory.**

3lla: "That's right, biatch."

Spliff turns around with a crazed look in his eye as he realizes that not only did he just miss out on the chocolaty goodness of his last ice cream bar, but he also just lost an arguement. He lets out a ferocious battle cry as he flings himself across the room at Jackson.

Spliff: "HHHHOOOOOOWWWWWWEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

Jackson looks surprized for a split second, then he quickly grabs Spliff in mid-air and gives him a Rock Bottom through the hotel room's coffee table, splitting the flimsy wood in to shards. Spliff is out cold, laying on the floor. A few funny noises escape his lips as he stares at the ceiling fan with blank eyes. Everyone gathers around looking down at him.

Toby(in his best "Smokey" impersonation): "DAAAMM! You got knocked the F**K out!"

Jackson looks at Toby, shaking his head.

3lla: "Always wanted to say that didn't you?"

Toby: "Yep, and I finally got the perfect opportunity."

Fade out.
Fade in.

Early the next afternoon, Jackson, Spliff and Toby are riding in the Escalade with Steve and The Guy not far behind in the beat up old van. Spliff has been unusually quiet the entire day and for some strange reason his silence is beginning to get on Jackson's nerves even more then his constant chatter at most times does.

3lla: "Spliff, you still feeling light headed from your bump last night or what?"

Spliff: "Hell naw, my head's fine. You think a little love tap like that is going to hurt me? Shoot, my mama's given me worse spankings. You're just lucky you caught me by surprize, that's all."

Jackson doesn't push the matter any further as he can tell that Spliff's pride was hurt. Maybe taking his Snickers Ice Cream Bar was a bit too much. Maybe he could have found a better way to prove Spliff wrong then putting him through a table. Maybe Spliff's just being a little b*tch @$$ about the whole thing. Probably the last one more then anything, but Jackson feels bad any way and he decides to stop at the next gas station and buy Spliff a couple of ice cream bars to say he's sorry. As Jackson comes out of the gas station with a paper sack in his hand, a NEW camera crew is sitting outside waiting for him.

3lla: "What, do you guys have sonar or something? I hardly know where I am how'd you find me? Nevermind, maybe I don't want to know. You probably implanted a homing device in Spliff's @$$ or something. Glad you're here though, I got a few things to say. Fire Fights is getting close and the excitement builds. I can't wait to get into that arena and hear the crowd as I come out for my first match in NEW. One thing I guess I can be greatful for is that I won't have to listen to the boos that would have accompanied Justin Sharpe to the ring."

"Personally, I think that Old Man Reeves should force him to come to the ring anyway, since he is under contract and all. So much for the Future though, I always thought it looked a bit bleak. No use wasting any more of my breath on a future that never will be. There's still two others in the match against me this Friday Night. I've sat back the last few days listening to the two of them exchange not so witty banter with hardly a word's mention of myself. Fine by me, too."

"For some reason, I'm beginning to wonder if Zack Zytico even has any clue that there is a third person in this match. Must be because I am a rookie like he is so adamantly insisting he's not. Or maybe its just the drunken haze he's constantly walking around in. Oh, I can hear him now, 'I'm not a drunk'. Well, Robert Downey Jr. said the same thing the first few times he was arrested for public intoxication, but there comes a time when people finally have to admit their downfalls I suppose. Maybe he's not an alcoholic, but if that's the case it must have been tough growing up with a speach impediment like his. All joking aside though, Zack, actions do speak louder than words. Unfortunatly for you it'll be my actions that speak the loudest come Fire Fights."

"Now, for the part of the match I'm really looking forward to, 'The Man' James Oswald. Its been tough to figure out what to make of Oswald thus far. One minute he's spouting off worse then Justin Sharpe, the next he's giving me props and 'doing it for the fans'. Totally respectable, don't get me wrong, that is what its all about, putting on a show for the masses. But let's pick a side of the fence here, is it all about 'The Man' and his own self gratification? Or is it really for the loyal who pack the arenas every night? I hope its the latter, really I do. Oswald does have quite an impressive resume, I'll give him that. Sounds like he's accomplished almost as much as my mentor, Kyle Barrows did. Only his is more like 3 time World's Champ, 2 time US Champ, First ever SWF North American Champ, 1 time European Champ, and 2 time tag champ. Can't say he ever won a hardcore title though. See, Barrows was about wrestling, the real thing not beating each other over the head with a chair repeatedly. He did have a match like that once though, trading blows with a chair until the first man went down, I think he got cheated out of that one though. Anyway, I'm getting off track here, this isn't about Kyle Barrows, its about Jackson Kelly and James Oswald. This is about gaining respect in the NEW. This is about Fire Fights and who is going to be the first man ever to tap out and become a 3ll Seeker."

"Oswald, I'm glad to hear that you respect me, the feeling is mutual. Or it will be once Fire Fights is over. Until we step in the ring and one of us comes out as the number one contender for the North American Championship, this is about pain. Who can dish it out and who can take more of it. I haven't forgotten the comments you made before when you were 'jumping to conclusions' and believe me, if nothing else, I'm motivated to make sure you come out of Friday night with the notion in your head to think a little bit more before you make comments about someone based on their race alone. For the most part, you're an alright guy, 'The Man', but you can be 3lled just like anybody else."

Jackson climbs back into the Escalade and hands Spliff the paper sack. Spliff's eyes light up as he sees the contents of the bag.

Spliff: "This mean you're sorry? Well, that's good, I thought I was going to have to wrestle an alligator or something to prove myself. At least you know now that I'm the better man."

And with that they two vehicles head back onto the highway towards Fire Fights and towards a bright career for Jackson in the NEW.

Fade out.