May I take your order?

Just a coffee for now, regular.

Okay sir, I'll be back in a moment.

Joe pulls out a piece of paper from his jacket which has the current card for Battlezone on it. He just smirks. He looks at his watch, expecting someone, perhaps. The waitress is back and she sets the coffee down and after a brief exchange walks away. Joe takes a sip and sets it back down. The bell on the door rings and Joe looks up and sees someone he recognizes.

It's about time you got here.

I've lived here all my life and I've never been to this coffee shop.

It's obviously Joe's friend Josh, who is a professional cameraman for a local news station, and works for Joe from time to time.

You couldn't pick...your house?

Change of pace, I guess. You want anything?

No I'm good. Want to get this started?

Yeah, I watched her tape, you know, MJ Martell. She seems ready to take this away from me.

You saying she's going to?

No, not at all but I'm sure she's going to be a handful at least. Let's get this thing going.

The camera is set up and turned on in no time, and Joe is ready to speak after taking another sip of his coffee.

Let's see, what to do first? First thing would be to acknowledge last week's Battlezone. I'm so proud of myself. Why? Well besides the fact I won my match, but I was quick to remove any ring rust. Although I am not proud of myself for one reason. I stood there while Heather "The Feather" Shannon had a cake shoved on her face by "Wrecker" Mike Proctor. There was a reason I did that. I feel like a jerk for doing it but I did it for a reason. Heather, I wanted to see how you handled yourself. If I had saved you, which I could have, then it would have made you look worse. Let's face it, Proctor attacked you from behind anyway. He's a prick. You had the advantage as well. Both size and handicap, as my partner Dylan Dales is a dumbass and didn't do shit. You had the advantage but I still pulled through. That's no fault of your own, as I made Terri Moore tap out.

But let me get to my point. Heather you are good enough in the ring and I think we'd make one hell of a tag team if given the chance. So I am offering you the spot of my tag team partner. I have respect for women who try so hard to prove themselves anyway and you certainly are out there doing that. So maybe we can both prove naysayers wrong and win the tag team titles together.

Now onto other people. Mary Jane Martell. That's the name of my opponent. But not only that but I am in the Legacy title tournament as a bonus. This is my chance. This is the comeback I've been wanting. And no one, NO ONE, is going to deprive me of that. You know what I don't get? I've heard people saying after her video came out, how she's going to sweep the tournament. She said she's going to sweep the tournament. There's a difference between confidence and underestimating your opponent. Do NOT look past me MJ. I made Terri Moore tap out last week and I will do the same to you this week, with all due respect. You seem to think that since you haven't heard of me, you're going to roll right through me. No, that's not going to happen. I am not anyone you have ever fought before. Sure, maybe it sounds like it.

Maybe you think I'm just blowing smoke up your ass. But one thing is for certain. You will tap out Monday night. It's that simple. I have a counter for every one of your moves that I can utilize easliy. You want to plow through me? It's not going to happen. You want to beat me? That's not going to happen. Fire lit under your ass or not, it doesn't matter. I have a fire too, it's a desire to call myself champion once again. You don't seem to understand what stage of my career I am at. I need to prove that I can still do this. Not to myself but to everyone else. This is my comeback. It will be complete when I stand in the center of the MWA ring as a champion. To do that, I have to beat you. You're the first. Everyone else in the tournament, get ready, you're next. But hey, I'm not telling you anything that you don't already know.

You done?

Yeah, go ahead and turn the camera off.

Josh reaches around and turns off the camera.

So you said you were waiting for someone?

You mean besides you? Yeah I was.

Would I know this person?

Maybe a little bit. I haven't talked to them for nearly a year. I got a message, something happened, several things, and they wanted to talk. I needed a friend here for when it happens.

Is this who I think it is?

Maybe. I'm not happy about it. I still don't really trust the bitch.

So why meet with her?

To make peace, if nothing else. I mean during the divorce she did try to take my wrestling company away from me.

On top of why you asked for it to begin with.

Yeah...but I hope it doesn't degenerate into a fight.

The bell rings again and Joe looks up and in walks a medium height woman with long blond hair. Her pink top highly contrasts to the bleak weather outside. She looks around and spots Joe, who stands up and approaches her. She goes forward to hug him but he stands there unresponsive, coldly.

You're not even going to hug me?

No.

Fine.

She pulls away and sits down at Joe's table. Josh excuses himself and leaves. It's just the two of them.

You got my message then?

Would I be here otherwise?

Thank you for being here, I didn't know where else to turn.

I'm sorry about your baby. And what happened afterward.

The funeral is tomorrow.

You know I'm not going to be there.

I thought I'd try again.

I'm only here out of common courtesy. Nothing more. That baby was just a ploy of yours to pull me around for nearly 7 months. Nice to tell me after I got myself ready to pay for everything for you both. The guy you were with was a deadbeat so you used your husband, who was clueless as to what you were doing.

I'm sorry. I know I never said that but I am.

Is that what you wanted me here for?

Among other things, but I'd rather just talk to you again to discuss that. I have to go.

Then what was the point of saying today?

I just wanted to let you know I know I've done some terrible things and I guess I've paid for them. I'd like to talk about any future we may have.

Mandy, there's not going to be a future between us. And if you think you were just going to waltz in just because someone died and child services wouldn't let you raise the baby you're wrong. I want nothing to do with that.

But I..

But nothing. I know why you said you were here. You wanted me to take you back, provide a stable income and household so they'll let you keep a baby that's not mine? No. Not going to happen. This meeting was pointless. I'm leaving now.

Joe, now thinking of memories of pain and anguish puts his coat back on and silently walks out, leaving his ex-wife in tears. The scene fades out on the small diner.