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Fade In, We now join the Pestilence, and the girls, as they sit at a stoplight in downtown Philly. There is a raging arguement going on about the location of the EWA arena. Ice, the blonde, is sitting in the backseat now, while Spice, the red-brown haired woman, is in the front seat with the map. Pesti has sat thru three green lights so far, while the girls try to read the map.. (Ice) I cant make heads of tails of that map, You must have it upside down. (Spice) Don't you sit back there and tell me that I can't read... See.. its right there... (Ice) Ok Hotshot.. where are WE on that damn map? Pesti rolls his eyes at the girls, they never have really gotten along well on long car trips, and grabs the map. He tosses the map out the window, much to the astonishment of the girls, and points out the window.. (Pesty) If you would please shut up now, we are sitting outside the arena. Please let me park this truck, so we can get out. Please... The girls don't say a word, and Pesty runs the redlight and pulls into the arena parking lot. He rolls to a stop at the security shack and holds out his temporary parking permit. He then slowly searches for his assigned parking spot... After three trips around the lot, and lots of empty slots, he decides to park in the closest space. A few minutes later, Pesty along with Spice and Ice, enter the arena and are assaulted by a hail of verbal abuse from a backstage hand... (Stagehand) Pestilence.. Where have you been? Don't you know you are late? Why didn't you call? Don't you know how much trouble it is when the talent arrives late? This isn't the CRF.. this is the EWA, we don't tolerate this kind of thing... Pesti stares at him for a moment, then shoves the little man into a wall. He motions for the girls to go on ahead, and picks up the mans dropped clipboard... (Pesti) Well, looks like someone noticed up already... And we are coming up soon... Lets go grab our clothes and head out... (Pesty) No.. We need a shower, and to check out the competition before we jump to conclusions... (Pesti) No, we are going to go out there unprepared and kick some serious arse... Period.. Lets GO...NOW... Pesti heads down the hallway, to his assigned quarters, and finds that Spice and Ice are passed out on the threadbare couch. He grabs his duffel bag from the floor and heads into the washroom to dress for the match... (Note: I will get to the match in a minute.. cant do without a good prematch... ) Fade Out... |