[The dressing room of Anarkist, He's just come off a match with Troy Knight He's showered but still looks a little tense, as the adrenalin will take a few hours to wear off, we hear a banging on the door, and in comes Gutter Rat, with the shopping cart, immeadiately, Anarkist looks alarmed.]

Anarkist: The hell do you want?

Gutter Rat: Easy big guy, I've come to lend you a hand...

Anarkist: With what? Does it look like I need help from the likes of someone like you?

Gutter Rat: Yes, and more importantly, I need help from you, you see I've been watching the replays of the programming for the past three months, and now I understand that you are the key to unlock the big mystery.

Anarkist: You know what, shut up. I don't want to hear it. I'm not in the mood right now and I ceretainly do not have the patience to deal with you or your "big mystery". So do us both a favour and just get the hell out of here.

[Anarkist looks like he's ready to stuff Gutter Rat into a locker and leave him until hockey season, but there's a defiant conviction in Gutter Rats eyes.]

Gutter Rat: Look, if you wanna scrap right here, right now, I'll throw down, it ain't about that. I really need you to see that you need me as much as I need you.

[Gutter Rat's perseverance seems to have triggered something in Anarkist. He stops his advance and stands in front of The Rat Bastard with his eyes closed. Anarkist then sighs aloud before answering Gutter Rat.]

Anarkist : You've got two mintues.

Gutter Rat: Oh I didn't come here for you to give me your time. I came here for you to give your time to someone else...

[Gutter Rat opens the bag a little more, and Anarkists' eyes get really big, they are not the eyes of a man hell-bent on holding a stupid title, they are the eyes of a father... Anarkist rejoices and picks his son up holding him tightly....]

Gutter Rat: They had him in some kind of overly complicated contraption, so I thought I'd bring him to ya in something with a little more style!

Anarkist: Wha....uh .... Who.... Where the hell did you find him?!?

Gutter Rat: Look... You don't have much time before Walker's in here, screaming and spitting all over the place like he's just watched a Eddie Benoits Gretest hits DVD... So quit asking me questions, and tell the kid ya love him, will ya?

[Anarkist looks at Gutter Rat with a perplexed expression, but quickly realises that he has a point. Walker will be in here momentarily, so he had best make the most of the situation. Anarkist brings his son up higher and holds him closely. The childs head rests on the large shoulder of Anarkist and the World Champion turns and kisses his forehead. He can then be seen whispering "I love you so much" into the childs ear, and a tear rolls down his cheek.]

Gutter Rat: So here's the deal... If I'm wrong about this, Laval will not show next week, and you can come find me, but if I'm right... IF I'M RIGHT... Well then Ed Walker is going to pay, and I don't mean in cash, but I'm talking in ways that will make him scared to even get out of bed in the morning... You want your wife? You want the kid? Whatever, but quit being such a pansy about the whole thing and help me find Laval... Join me, and help me make Twisted Vision crumble...

[But an answer can not be given, as Walker bursts in surrounded in police officers. The cops order Anarkist to hand over his very son or else face kidnapping charges. The cops slowly move in and take the kid with Walker smiling with that cocky smug expression. Once the police officer holding the child leaves, Anarkist lunges towards Walker, but is held off by the police officers, and it appears that Shiv and Doomsday have all made it just inside the doorway, but are wading through the cops to keep Anarkist from feeding Ed Walker his spleen. The camera pans to see that Gutter Rat has ducked behind a locker, listening.. Anarkist is being held back by the stable, and the cops are trying to circle him in the rather small room. Walker is screaming taunts at Anarkist.]

Walker : Stef , if YOU lay a hand on me you'll simply just go to jail, and I'll be forced, as an upstanding company owner, to fire your ass AGAIN!

[As he says that, the locker makes a noise, and Walker turns directly into a spear that drives him into the open steel door and leaves a huge dent. Gutter Rat then begins choking the MWF owner, beating his head against concrete floor. The cops move in for a dog-pile, but Gutter Rat seems pretty intent on turning Eds face blue, shrugging blows and throwing the officers off of him and continues to work on Walker. Doomsday is reaching over to grab Gutter Rat, while the other members of Twisted Vision realize whats going on, and are about to rip into the Rat Bastard, but Anarkist begins throwing punches on Shiv..]

JP: All hell is breaking loose back there! Carnage as the MWF President is being choked to death by Gutter Rat....the man is insane!

Sully: Haha! Now that's a truly great way to end Dynamite, with Walker on the floor....

JP: ....Anarkist has his son back, he's got his son back, he may have lost the MWF World Heavyweight Championship but his son has been returned.

Sully: By an unlikely source, Gutter Rat of all people.....the "Rat Bastard" and Anarkist, what an unlikely duo.

JP: Good Lord....I hope they don't continue to team up like that, or all hell will be breaking loose!

Sully: I think we're running out of time, we'll see you next week folks!

JP: The MWF Television and Xtreme Championships will be on the line...

Sully: ....goodnight!