JP: The way you were drooling over those cards when you saw them, I thought the whole bungalow was going to flood out. Do you really believe in their power? It seems a little far fetched, but I could not let you have all the fun, not when the cost was just a measly million dollars.

LJ: It is not so much the power of the cards, it is what they represent. To the weak mind and superstitious, they believe in such power, that they can give ther owner more power than what the legend claims .And besides, who believes that nonsense about it costing your soul? That has to be the biggest crock of bullshit I have ever heard.

[John looks at LJ with a look of amusment on his face and trys not to laugh at the other man.]

LJ: Is something funny, John?

JP: Yes, you, with your claim of being the devil and all this talk about souls. I know men such as us do not have much to fear, but what makes you such a devil compared to me or Brand?

[LJ's cell phone rings and he reaches into his pocket and answers it, smiling as he listens to the conversation on the other end. He thanks the caller before hanging up and placing the cell phone back in his pocket.]

LJ: That call was from a city council member in Virginia Beach, Virginia. They have given my company the go ahead to try to buy out a neighborhood in their community to build a mall. Not that I really care to build a mall or that I will even go through with it, but it does help that I was able to bribe the city council and temp them with empty promises.

JP: Okay, but why do such a thing if you do not even want the property? It makes no sense what so ever. What game are you playing? It does not sound like that great a business deal anyways. Care to explain?

[LJ, with a cocky grin on his face starts walking towards the limo.]

LJ: It's really not a great deal, but Jack Griggs parents' own a home in that neighborhood, so imagine how they will feel when they discover the person trying to drive them from their home is a man their son has some history with in the wrestling ring. Though maybe I should go through with this deal out of revenge. I have never beat Griggs in a singles match.

JP: That is a great thought, going into this match with Griggs and Richman. They may be goodie goodies, but they are no pushovers. We will have to bring our games.

LJ: My record against Griggs is better in tag matches. It is Richman I am concerned with though. I need to either break him or use him to get my revenge on Clay. If I can not get Richman out of the way, perhaps I can find away to trick him into helping me have my revenge on Clay since he is the number one contender for the MWA title. A title I will soon find a way to bring to the Foundation no matter if i have to take it from Richman or Clay.

JP: That will be easier said then done, LJ. I do not believe we can tempt them as easy as others. Though it is worht a shot. I still do not see how you think tempting people makes you the devil, but to each their own, my friend.

LJ: Old man, read your bible. The devil over temptation, the same as I do when I say I am the devil. I mean it in the form of an idea of what I stand for and I will soon show the MWA what true evil is. Together you and I will rule the wrestling world, my friend.

JP: Who you calling old man?

[JP looks the chauffeur up and down, smiling at her as she stands there at attention, her firm, tight body showing every curve through her uniform. LJ, noticing John looking at the sexy, young chauffeur grins an evil grin and reaches for his wallet and pulls out a hundred dollar bill, holding it out to the young lady.]

LJ: Open your jacket and shirt show us your chest, Lisa.

Lisa: Sir, I do not understand.

LJ: Open up your shirt and jacket and show us your tits, Lisa.

JP: LJ, what in the hell do you think you're doing?

[Lisa slowly begins to unbutton her jacket and shirt, exposing her chest to the two men. LJ opens the door and orders her in the backseat, telling his body guard sitting on the front passenger side to drive as he and JP climb in the backseat and shut the door.]

Scorned. A women with a troubled past, a women unable to let go of the hate in her heart. The women behind the mask of Meredith, sister to MWA Bitch Champion Sierra Devereaux and girlfriend of MWA superstar B.A Brian Richman. Is it possible this young lady would still be alive today if Brian Richman had honored her wishes and retired from wrestling? May it have pulled her back from the brink? Was his career more important to him than the woman he claimed to love? Could his ranking as number one contender for the MWA title mean more to him then Meredith did? One can only ask, why Brian why?

The following was brought to you by the Foundation.

[The screen clicks off and LJ Black lays down the remote. Looking at Trinity Litrell who is sitting next to him on the black love seat in their penthouse apartment, he puts his arm around her.]

Trin: You actually bought time on HBO for an ad? I did not think you could do that.

LJ: With money you can do anything and that should throw Richman off his game come Monday night. For now though, speaking of money, you know that fantasy you have had of a three way? Well, you know Lisa the limo driver you said were a hot looking young lady as well.

[The door opens and in walks Lisa, LJ's chauffeur dressed in her uniform. Trin gets an evil smile on her face as the scene slowly fades to black.]