[Backstage a sparkling white limousine rolls into the Dynamite car park. The media gather with their cameras, pressing them up against the limousine windows. Down rolls the back window as the vehicle reaches it's destination. A couple of cameras peep through the opening window, the flashes going off on the interior of the car. A voice from inside growls.]

Voice: No flashes! No cameras!

[We back away fifty feet as do all the frantic journalists. The driver steps from his side of the car, circles the limousine round to the passenger's door and opens it.]

Voice: I'm gonna have to buy a less expensive form of transport, aren't I? I took you twenty minutes to get from the driver's seat to me.

[A head peeps from the door, but only half a head.]

Half a Head: Get those damn cameras outta here! You don't treat General Managers with this disrespect!

[We cut to JP and Sully sat uncomfortable by the announcer's table.]

Sully: Dom Stoate getting some poor treatment� I'm ashamed at the MWF!

JP: That didn't sound like Dom Stoate� And we've already seen him tonight so how could he just be arriving?

Sully: Beats me.

JP: Wait a second� lets get to a cameraman backstage!

[We cut backstage again. The camera shakes up and down as the operator gallops down a backstage corridor, heading for the car lot. He comes to a halt as a huge crowd of photographers and journalists back up the corridor, surrounding the supposed General Manager.]

Voice: I said no damn photographs. You spoilt it for yourselves when you shoved the lens through the window! Now move outta my way damnit!

[From the pack bursts Fozzy, MWF's old General Manager.]

Sully: It's ex-General Manager Fozzy!

JP: By God, what's he doing back at the MWF?

[We cut to ringside as Fozzy steps through the curtain. A mixture of cheers, jeers and murmurs can be heard aloud as he strides down the ramp in a grey suit. From inside his grey jacket he pulls a disposable camera. Switching the flash on, he gets in the fans faces and takes some snaps. Several front-row fans cover their eyes or try and leap for the old GM, but security hold them back. Reaching the ring, Fozzy is passed a microphone by Peter Santos. As he steps into the ring, he holds the microphone up to his chin.]

Fozzy: Thanks, Peter� [wandering to centre of ring]� Ya know, I thought I'd do the photography here tonight rather than the damn wrestling journalists. I never did get used to having a lens shoved so close to my pretty face. Besides, isn't it much more interesting seeing the world from my perspective?

[A few jeers rise, Fozzy's attitude has become clear to the audience.]

Fozzy: But I'm not just here to take pictures of obese Americans, I'm here to celebrate the seventy-fifth Dynamite show. And although I haven't been around for the latter half, I've damn sure been the one who ensured you were all here in the first place. It was me who built the foundations of this place with Walker. It was me who pulled in the audiences that stick around to this day, and it was.. What the hell?

[Turning to the entrance curtain, current General Manager Dom Stoate stands with a microphone. He wastes no time.]

Dom Stoate: Get out of the ring, Fozzy. You left this place months ago, maybe even a year.

Fozzy: Well if it isn't the guy who took my place� Dom Stoate� good to see you, buddy. I like what you've done with the place.]

JP: What's Stoate gonna do? Two heels in a confrontation here�

Sully: That can get nasty.

[The GM slowly descends the ramp.]

Dom Stoate: Did Walker give you permission to be here?

Fozzy: That's really not your business. Just go backstage and let me continue, huh?

Dom Stoate: I can't let you do that, not in my ring?

Fozzy: Your ring? YOUR ring? Ha! Big bad Dom Stoate, biggest heel the company ever saw� please, I've farted bigger and badder than you.

Dom Stoate: The hell you just say?

Fozzy: Come a bit closer and I'll shout in your ear, Dominic.

[Stoate reaches the ring and steps in. The two GM's, past and present, step up to each other. The crowd buzz with anticipation.]

Dom Stoate: Get out of my ring before I throw you out.

Fozzy: Throw me? � Catch this!

[Fozzy throws a fist at Stoate. In his fist he clutches the disposable camera. It connects with Stoate's brow and the flash goes off.]

Fozzy: I can't wait to see how that one turns out! Thank you, one and all. It has been a pleasure to mark the seventy-fifth Dynam-argh!!

[Dom Stoate clutches Fozzy's ankle and sweeps him to the ground. The crowd even let off a slight cheer. Stoate stands with microphone in hand.]

Dom Stoate: Fozzy, you unemployed loser, you think I don't know how to handle a heel? How about this for a heel!

[Lifting his right leg, Dom Stoate brings his heel down on Fozzy's spine. The ex-GM rolls over in pain only to receive a second heel in the crotch.]

JP & Sully: Owww!!

Dom Stoate: Now, security, can we have this man out of the ring and into an ambulance please. Thank you.

[Security come down the ramp and drag Fozzy's aching body from the ring. Stoate exits up the ramp.]

JP: Well what a nice celebration!

Sully: Hell yeah! General Manager Stoate showing Fozzy that he's the new boss around here...

JP: ...that'll teach Fozz, he's a cunning bastard and I bet he just came back 'cos he's short of cash and wants his job back.

Sully: He's not short on cash, he arrived in a limo!

JP: The MWF Xtreme Championship is on the line, and it's between two wrestlers who don't go in for that star attraction stuff.

Sully: Shiv represented the MWF last night in the MCPW but his mind must of been on this match all week, Hobo's held the MWF Xtreme Championship well.

JP: Since he stole it, Hobo was quick off the mark and he's struggled to keep control over the belt.

Sully: He's a strange wrestler, completely insane but the crowd are beginning to love him.

JP: To steal the belt from literally under Anarkist's nose was quite impressive to say the least....

Sully: ....Hobo has a good chance tonight, it's a ladder match and he's small and quick, up that ladder quickly and grabbing the belt.

JP: Should be a fascinating contest, Shiv has really improved "Twisted Vizion" since arriving and to bring home the MWF Xtreme Championship for a third time would be a great achiement.

Sully: He's not experienced enough in the MWF, hasn't earned his stripes to be competing on this big stage....he should be back down the card.

JP: He's earned this shot, beating Lee "Razor" Watson last week.

Sully: Exactly! He beat Lee "Razor" Watson, not exactly a challenge....how did Watson end up as the number one contender?

JP: Watson battled hard, now here's an interesting situation for you Sully...

Sully: ....yeah?

JP: If Shiv wins tonight, his first defence of the belt will be next week, against non other than Eddie Benoit!

Sully: Oh dear God, will those two never stop fighting?

JP: It doesn't seem that way, if Shiv comes through tonight the MWF Xtreme Championship will be defended next week against Eddie Benoit and after their buried alive match we'll be expecting incredible things from these two.

Sully: We always do....but don't count out Hobo just yet, especially if Dom Stoate can help him in some shape of form.