Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Ladies Man...and now here is your host..Leon Phelps!

Leon walks on to applause from the studio audience, with some sort of drink in his hand smiling a cheesy grin.

Hello and welcome to the Ladies Man..I'm Leon Phelps and I'm here to answer all your romantic queries..yeah..

The audience applauds again as he sips his drink and sets it down.

Normally, I usually like to have my skanks for freaks on this show but for those who don't know, I, Leon Phelps, am a huge wrestling fan. Yeah..especially those divas. I'd like to pin them if you catch my drift. So naturally when I heard this certain guy was in town, I had to invite him, plesae welcome...Joe Cool!

The audience applauds Joe Cool as he sits down in the leather chair and Leon offers him a drink and he refuses.

Hello Joe, welcome to the Ladies man...

Thanks Leon it's great to be here. Nice set dude!

Yeah the fur rugs are great when I get some of my lady friends over here, they don't get rugburn like normal..heh..

That's too much info man.

I understand that you don't wrestle the ladies in your federation?

Well you know, I could, all of the woman in ICW are beautiful as well as being able to kick your ass, but I don't fight someone unless I have a problem with them.

Yeah, I'd love to get in the ring with some of those fine fine women.

Well, become a wrestler I might consider it hiring you. Of course the greco-roman liplock isn't a professional move.

I don't have to use my lips...so anyway, you have a PPV coming up is that correct?

Yes it is. And I'll be main eventing fighting some guy named C4.

I heard that man had a sexy sexy skank...not like the skanks I hang around with.

Yeah I've got a picture that I was asked by you to bring of her.

He holds up a normal picture of Allura and Leon spits out his drink.

Yeah that is disgusting.....I remember her...I hate to tell you but she's a..well there may be kids watching so I'll whisper it..

Leon, this show is taped to be shown at 2am, and is rated TV-M, I don't think any kids could see this.

Well then, Allura is a man..

I'm not even sure I want to know how you know.

Well she offered me some late night action, cuz she wasn't gettin any at home..well let's just say her package wasn't gift-wrapped when she took off her pants.

That is disgusting! Did you go ahead anyway?

Ladies and gentlemen that is all the time we have on The Ladies Man, please tune in next week when I'll have guest Hillary Duff, who I hope to get lying about her age if you catch what I'm saying..good night everybody.

Before Joe can even get an answer he is rushed off stage and he leaves the studio, confused, disgusted, and dismayed. He gives the picture to a bum who tosses it at him saying stop scaring him like that.

Yo Joe, it's Josh, call me back ASAP there's something you need to hear that we got on the answering machine here at ICW's Temp HQ...

Wasting no time he dials the number and Josh picks up almost immediately.

Joe?

Yeah, this is me..what's up?

We got a crazy phone message from AOM, thought you may want to hear it..Phoenix is trying to get ahold of Rocket, but God knows where he is.

Yeah, go ahead and play it.

After a few seconds the tape plays and yes it is Angel.

Hi. It�s Angel. I need your help. Jonathan asked to meet with him about getting the charges dropped. He wanted it to be immediately. Bob wasn�t at the hotel at the time, and I have no clue when he�ll get back. If you could, please come to the old building on the corner of Dover and Lyle. Please, hurry.

And that's what we heard...now obviously she wouldn't go alone, right?

Joe hangs up the phone on Josh, not giving him a chance to say anything else. He leans over to speak with the driver.

Yo driver, corner of Dover and Lyle, step on it and I'll pay you 2x the amount I'm supposed to. Trust me, I'm loaded.

The cab driver nods and hits the gas pedal, moves down alleyways..while Joe ponders what the hell could be happening to AOM. He decides to try and call her on her cell phone. It rings once...no response..twice...no response...three times..

AOM I hope you're just not carrying it.

No response. Joe pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking a drag from it. Joe normally doesn't smoke, but sometimes he'll smoke one...not enough to get addicted, when he's stressed. A little worried as the cab stops Joe just hands over several hundred dollar bills and steps out. He goes up to the sidewalk and pauses briefly..

Fuck...worst part of LA....

He takes another drag of his cigarette and heads up the steps. He hears in the distance police sirens, but they fade, diminishing all thoughts of police backup. He hears a scream in the distance as well, not from the building but from somewhere else, not to mention other noises such as glass breaking, gunshots, and lots of cussing. He takes yet another drag and walks inside.

He goes up to the 2nd floor and sees a hallway of doors. He notices particularly the 2nd door on the right side of the hallway, two huge men, bald and wearing cheap clothes. One is smoking a HUGE cigar and Joe walks up. Now Joe is no small man, he is 270 and stands 6'5", but these guards are about 7 ft in their own right, and have to weight at least 340 each. But Joe is unintimidated, after fighting monsters like Orb and Judgement, why would he be? He strides up to them and one of them blows cigar smoke in his face.

YEAH?! What do you want, shrimp?

My, I bet YOU'RE a real people person.

Answer is question, prick.

I'm not even going to give a response to that. Listen, fellas, I'm just looking for someone who's like a sister to me, she called me on voicemail and said she'd be here.

Oh I'm dreadfully sorry mister..she's not here right now...but she says the ride was fantastic.

Yeah, we were gonna join in, but we's got class and we got no room for whores.

Obviously pissed off, Joe removes his shades and looks right in eyes of the one with the cigar.

Don't even try me, I'd tear your head off in a second.

Joe, backs off...smirks..and takes a long drag of his cigarette before blowing smoke of his own in the guard's face. He flicks the cigarette down the steps and steps back up into his face.

Yo you'd betta back off for somethun bad happun to you.

He does not move. He just stares up in the big man's face, keeping an eye on the other one. The intensity of a fight about to break out nearly causes Joe to overlook the fact the smaller one is pulling a knife from his pocket. Joe pinpoints a weak spot he can strike quickly, he seizes the oppurtunity and attacks. He is not gentle. He kicks the side of the smaller man's knee which immediately to buckle and drop the knife in pain. Satisfied Joe quickly ducks a blow from the larger one and kicks the knife far away from the smaller one. Ever the one to trash talk even if his neck is on the line(literally), he starts talking while avoiding being beat up. The big guy stops as the smaller guy holds his leg in pain.

You know, I had a feeling you were gonna take out a weapon and use it! Now, are you gonna let me in or do I snap your legs?

A scrawny runt like you?! I bet you didn't even hurt him!

I THINK HE FUCKING BROKE MY LEG!!

No I just dislocated the knee...now, if you'll excuse me, I have a couple people to visit.

The big guy lunges with a punch which Joe ducks causing him to hit the wooden wall, which is weak, and therefore he puts a hole in it.

Impossible! No one your size can move that fast!

Nobody else! A guy who can punch a hole in the wall finds MY humble talents amazing?

Joe ducks yet another punch and nails the guy with a shot to the kidney...the big man winces, therefore he feels pain. Joe might have thought for a split-second he was too big to be human.

When I get you I'm gonna...

All you're going to get is frustrated, and eventually trashed!

Joe dodges an elbow strike and pops him in the jaw with a hard left hook. The big man stumbles, bleeding from the lip..

NO! It's not fair! ARGH!!!!

But if your buddy stabbed me with a knife so you could throw me down the stairs, That'd be fair, right? Your "boss" trying to overpower my friend against her will, then tricking her into a trap so he can do it agian...THAT'S FUCKING FAIR RIGHT? I DON"T THINK SO!

Now motivated on adrenaline, he runs up and kicks the big man in his ribs with a middle kick, then nails him with a right cross.

NO! STOP IT! STOP IT!

You ought to be happy, tubby! You've aspired to be a bully and man, you're a classic! You talk tough and nasty when you've got the upper hand, but when you're losing, well that's when the whining little wimp inside comes spilling out..in fact, you're just like anyone else that I've ever fought, just like...

Joe stops talking briefly to dodge a last-ditch effort from the big guy to knock him out, then catches him right in the chin with an uppercut, and the guard slumps down, unconscious.

Just like that assmonkey C4.

Joe brushes off his overcoat, pulls his shades out of his pocket and goes inside the room. Surprisingly, it's empty. He looks around at possible places to escape or hide..no furniture, no windows, but there IS a closet in the back...

Heh...guy's not to bright.

Joe moves over to the door and taps on it.

AOM? Angel? You in there?

Joe hears AOM try to make a sound but it's muffled, followed by "don't make any noises or I'll"....Joe grabs the door knob, but is struck in the back of the head by some sort of blunt object, and turns around to see an even BIGGER guard, with a billy club in his hand...Joe struggles to keep from blacking out and shakes away the cobwebs. More guards come in towards him, he stands his ground firm, not going to let guards stop him from helping AOM.......and the scene fades out.