[The scene switches to backstage, back in the office of Ed Walker. The phone rings and Walker picks it up eagerly.]

Walker: Yes? Okay, send him in� as requested.

[Seconds pass and the office door is opened. In walks NomaD, who frowns and steps up to Walker's desk.]

NomaD: You wanted to see me?

Walker: Yes, NomaD, I did, I do. Take a seat.

NomaD: I'd rather stand.

Walker: Fair enough. You'll like my news, NomaD. You'll like it a lot. You see, I had a visitor earlier. Troy Knight. He came to me with an idea.

NomaD: Yeah, I saw. Being bumped up to the permanent roster ain't a bad thing, you know?

Walker: Indeed, that is what I realise. So� I have made the decision to bump up another temporary wrestler to our permanent register� You.

[NomaD detects the suspicion in the President's tone. He remains motionless and backs out of the room slowly.]

NomaD: That's good news� thanks.

[With a huge smile on his face, Ed Walker sits back and relaxes.]

Walker: Not a problem, NomaD� not a problem at all�

NomaD: Next week....I'm taking on The Jeopardizer for the Xtreme Title.

Walker: That's correct.

NomaD: I could use a little, let's just say insurance....now I know you don't like the "WMD" and just think if they can't even claim to have a title within their ranks, then surely they will be nothing.

Walker: I like your thinking, you can sure that I will arrange something.

NomaD: Thank you Mr.Walker. Also, can you book that new kid I bumped into...what's his name?

Walker: Zach?

Nomad: Yeah that's the one, can you book him against Rodney Ferno for next week?

Walker: No problem, now if you'll excuse me I have some insurance business to attend to.

[Walker stands and ushers NomaD to the door, the two men shake hands and we cut back to Sully and JP who both look perplexed by Walker's antics.]

JP: Huh? Why would Ed Walker go from being forced into the idea to pushing it happily?

Sully: I have no idea, but the man's a genius!

JP: Hmm, that's debatable. He's got something up his sleeve. He's always got something up there.

Sully: You know what they say about those kind of people� big sleeves!

JP: Ugh�Sullivan! What is it with you tonight?

Sully: What do you mean?

JP: You're just annoying the hell out of me....maybe it's just being around each other too much, I mean for close to three hours last night then I had to sit next to you.

Sully: Yeah, I enjoyed myself to JP.

JP: Well maybe you can redeem yourself....

Sully: How?

JP: Go backstage and find the MWF's General Manager and see what he's up to....

Sully: We have staff to do that, Ian Gonzales, where are you Ian? Someone get Ian on the screen!

JP: Ian's probably enjoying a night off after last night's busy events.

Sully: Ian gets a night off? And we're back here again! What the hell is all that about?

JP: You got and complain then!

Sully: Does that involve moving?

JP: Yes!

Sully: Main Event time next JP, you still foolishly backing the "WMD" to win?

JP: Why do you think it is a foolish move?

Sully: Because they're weak, everyone knows that a team without a real champion is of no real force...and you look at the opposition and they're made up of the MWF World, TV and Tag Team Champions!

JP: True, King, Evans and Jones have a lot of gold between them but they've only just won that gold recently....Anarkist held the MWF World Title for almost two months, The Jeopardizer has held the MWF Xtreme Title for quite a while now.

Sully: Something tells me that after NomaD's little meeting with the President that the MWF Xtreme Title will be leaving the "WMD" and they will be nothing, absolutly nothing.

JP: They will still have their dignity!

Sully: They're a waste of space JP...a complete waste of space.

JP: I believe we're going backstage right now to see the MWF's General Manager...

[The camera cuts backstage we are in the office of the MWF's General Manager, a large bottle of whiskey sits on the desk and there is a huge smash as a hand grabs the bottle and throws it at the wall, splintering the bottle into thousands of pieces. The camera zooms out slightly and we see the MWF's General Manager, red faced and angry looking at the thousands of pieces.]

Fozzy: Look at it! We are like that, we're being crushed and you're doing nothing about it....we were made to look like fools and our dreams were shattered into thousands of tiny pieces.

Anarkist: I think you need to calm down...

Fozzy: Calm down! You! You! You! You're nothing but a loser, you need to learn to give one hundred percent....but you don't because you're nothing now, nothing.

The Jeopardizer: Come on Fozz, you've had too much to drink.

Fozzy: I'm as sober as you're fucking mother, why are you two still here? I thought I sent you away.

Anarkist: We're not going anywhere, we need you out there tonight with us.

Fozzy: What fucking use am I going to be? I mean we can't win a bloody match can we...we're the Weapons of Mass Destruction and yet I think we're imploding.

Anarkist: You're the one who is imploding!

[Anarkist grabs Fozzy and slams him against the wall, the General Manager's breath stinks of alcohol and Anarkist coughs as Fozzy breathes into his face, The Jeopardizer leaps inbetween them.]

The Jeopardizer: Look, come on we're a team, we don't need all this.

Fozzy: They must think we're a laughing stock!

Anarkist: Only because of you, you snivelling bastard...I should never have let you talk me into this.

The Jeopardizer: Please guys, this isn't happening, Fozzy lets get you some coffee and Anarkist you need to cool down.

Anarkist: Cool down? I'm cooler than I've ever been, thanks to this idiot here...where were you to help me when Hart Evans was climbing that cage?

Fozzy: I couldn't interfere.

The Jeopardizer: Fozzy's right, how could he interfere without throwing the whole match into chaos?

Anarkist: Where's Mike?

The Jeopardizer: I don't know!

Anarkist: Where is that hunk of junk Savage, why the hell did we ever sign him, what were you on Fozzy? I reckon Savage was all some great plan by Walker to screw us up, and screw us up it did....he just pisses me right off.

[Anarkist releases Fozz and the MWF's General Manager staggers back to his feet...The Jeopardizer helpind him but Fozzy pushes The Jeopardizer away and grabs Anarkist and swings him round so the two men are face to face.]

Fozzy: You need to sort your ideas! You think you can just push around the General Manager of the MWF?

Anarkist: I'm not pushing around the manager of the MWF, I'm pushing around a little bastard who thinks he is something he is not...you think you own this place but you don't really.

Fozzy: I own so much, but not everything is under my command.

Anarkist: Obviously you don't own that much, or I'd still be the MWF World Champion....but I'm not and do you know how much that hurts me?

The Jeopardizer: Look Anarkist I know you're bitter about losing the title, but we can get it back, if we all work together.

Anarkist: Stop speaking bullshit Jay, we all know that it's coming to an end, you're going to lose to NomaD next week and then we'll be absolutly nothing.

The Jeopardizer: Me lose to NomaD? Just because you lost then that doesn't always mean I'm going to lose, are you forgetting who helped you win the MWF World Championship in the first place?

[Anarkist completely ignores The Jeopardizer and instead turns towards the door.]

Anarkist: Where the hell is Mike Savage?

The Jeopardizer: I told you, I don't know! Why are you being like this?

Fozzy: Because he realises he is nothing but a loser, we should have got rid of you when we got rid of Mark Rose.

[Anarkist's eyes flare and he spins round and punches the MWF's General Manager full in the face...Fozzy drops like a stone and The Jeopardizer scrambles to stop Anarkist doing anymore damage.]

The Jeopardizer: Stop it! For Christ's sake stop! We're never going to win anything like this....Anarkist just go.

[The former MWF World Champion looks down at Fozzy who's nose is bleeding, The Jeopardizer looks up at Anarkist with a face of pure sadness before Anarkist turns and walks out of the room, leaving the door swinging. The camera cuts back to a quiet arena, the crowd not quite believing what they are seeing.]

Sully: I told you...I told you JP, it's the end, the end of the "WMD".

JP: Anarkist just went crazy, he can't seriously expect to punch the MWF's General Manager, his own friend and manager and get away with it.

Sully: The Jeopardizer must be wondering where the hell it all went wrong, and the "Canadian Connection" must be roaring with laughter.

JP: I hope Anarkist doesn't get in the ring tonight, I think he's going to kill someone.

Sully: He's a man possessed, he's almost back to his old old self...the nearly man who was such a violent man!

JP: Did you see his reaction to Fozzy mentioning Mark Rose, Anarkist just smashed him right in the face! I wouldn't be suprised if Anarkist was suspended from MWF action after that...

Sully: The Main Event is going to be a rather one sided match, Fozzy's pretty much out of action and Mike Savage is a hunk of junk, only The Jeopardizer seems prepared to fight.

JP: Anarkist might not even show....

Sully: The "WMD" are falling apart, I thought cracks would have to appear and now they have...and my god what huge cracks they are.

JP: There is a lot of aggression and anger in the "WMD" right now and they need to channel that aggression before it's too late and they find that they're fighting themselves.

Sully: They're already fighting themselves, you just saw it for yourself JP!

JP: I doubt Fozzy's going to want to be at ringside with Anarkist around, the former World Champion has got a red mist.

Sully: You don't want to be near a big man like that when he gets angry....and where the hell is Mike Savage?

JP: The "WMD" really could come to an end tonight, the combined forces must be grinning from ear to ear as they see that the "WMD" are imploding on themselves.

Sully: I know I'd be smiling! Sam King must have been reasonably worried about having to face Anarkist and The Jeopardizer in a match, but now he must be laughing his head off...and there is also the fact that behind him he has two of the best wrestlers in the MWF right now.

JP: We're off backstage again...

[The camera cuts backstage, and we're walking down the corridor...the camera follwing Troy Knight as he leads his young son Bobby through the halls of the MWF backstage area.]

Knight: You hungry?

Bobby: Yes daddy, me needs food!

Knight: I think we'll take a trip to the canteen.

Bobby: Me wants to see big Kidd again, he was cool!

Knight: Well I'm afraid that....Kidd's gone.

Bobby: Gone where?

[Knight stops, he takes little Bobby's hand and places it in his own...Troy kneels down and looks into Bobby's eyes.]

Knight: Kidd had to leave.

Bobby: He was fired wasn't he?

Knight: No! No! Of course not!

[A voice sounds from behind them, a large cough and Troy Knight turns to see the "Canadian Connection" striding towards him. Bobby begins to cry and he grabs his father's leg and sobs into it, Troy smiles as Rick Jones approaches, Rick has a grim look on his face.]

Jones: Would someone please shut that little tyke up?

Amanda: Aww, come on Rick, he's only a little lad...you probably just scared him.

Evans: Little brat wasn't scared of you, he was scared of me, you want to see my scar little boy?

[Bobby looks up and sees Hart Evans' peeling back his t-shirt, but Troy places his arm on Evan's and Hart stops.]

Evans: You're touching me?

Knight: Don't pollute my son's mind.

Evans: Get your hand off me, you damn gay.

[Troy Knight's temper loosens and he stands toe to toe with Hart Evans, Rick Jones looks smug.]

Knight: It's people like you, who destroy the image of the fine nation of Canada! I once had a very enjoyable holiday in your country....and then I saw you three and I realised that actually it's a God forsaken place, no wonder we all despise you. Look how you treat children! I've seen better in Texas!

Amanda: He's a cute little lad.

Knight: And you! Mrs.Jones, you're nothing but....but....a.....why haven't you had children yet?

[Amanda seems taken aback by the question, Rick Jones' smug grin changes to an expression of shock.]

Jones: Troy, I'd watch your words.

[Bobby is crying even louder now as his father roars above the crying.]

Knight: It's because of you Rick that Kidd Kidman left the MWF, and because he left then my son is crying!

Jones: He's probably just hungry.

[Jones digs in his pocket and pulls out a candy bar, he lowers it to Bobby who licks his lips and takes the bar.]

Knight: Now yet Bobby, you're having dinner in a moment.

Bobby: Thank you Mr.Jones.

Jones: That's alright little buddy, remember, Canadian's are man's other best friend.

Knight: Other than dogs.

[Troy Knight turns, after his last comment, dragging Bobby with him. The last comment was said looking directly at Amanda, who's mouth drops open. Troy is about to turn the corner when Rick Jones shouts.]

Jones: Hey Troy, you want to go at it again?

Knight: I'm not sure I want to see you on Television anymore than I had to, a Radio title would be far more suitable for you...or perhaps an Internet title.

Jones: You didn't answer the question.

[Bobby starts crying again, Troy looks annoyed.]

Knight: I'll let you know.

[Troy and Bobby disappear round the corner as the "Canadian Connection" walk off down the hall, the camera follows them as they talk.]

Evans: Ungrateful bastard isn't he, fucking queer to.

Jones: Let's not judge him Evans, I know I've said some things but he's a father...I understand they're a different breed.

Amanda: He said some interesting stuff honey.

Jones: He's got quite a mouth on him for such a pretty boy....

Evans: You think he's pretty?

Jones: It's an expression Hart.

Evans: Well we have a job to do tonight, we can't let Troy Knight complicate matters.

Jones: I'll take care of Troy next week, this week we have to finally finish off the "WMD" and once we've done that we will be the most dominant power in the MWF.

Evans: We're the greatest tag team the MWF has ever seen and now we have the MWF TV Title....and we so very nearly had the World Championship.

Amanda: You going to be okay tonight Hart?

Evans: I'm all stitched up, I think Rick will take most of the action tonight.

Amanda: I want you two to be nice to Sam, he's a good man....he won fair and square last night.

Jones: He did, I was surprised he didn't cheat.

Amanda: Maybe it's a new Sam....but tonight you can't win without him.

Evans: Judging by the states of the "WMD" I think little Bobby Knight could beat them.

Amanda: Such a cute child.

[The camera cuts away from the "Canadian Connection" and back to JP and Sully who are in an arena filled with Canadian haters.]

JP: They sure didn't like that here in Minesota, I don't think the "Canadian Connection" have won themselves any fans here in Minesota.

Sully: Since when did they need fans to be successful?

JP: Everyone knows it's a common fact that the fans can be the difference between defeat and victory.

Sully: Not for the "Connection" they're slowly but surely conquering the MWF and soon the MWF World Championship will be theirs.

JP: You think they and Sam can work together tonight?

Sully: I'd like to think so, don't see why not....tonight they have a common goal.

JP: What about Troy Knight?

Sully: What about him?

JP: Do you think he could be a factor in this match, on the side of the "WMD"...he could make an attack against the "Connection"?

Sully: Only if he has shit for brains, which sometimes he appears to have, always going on about parrots and children and men....no wonder he never wins anything.

JP: He's just different that's all, I like him, has a unique style...rather than the Canadian's rather rash and harsh style.

Sully: Troy shows compassion, that's why he'll never get far.

JP: Well the "WMD" won't be shown any compassion tonight, even though they're morale is low they still have to try and lift themselves for what should be an amazing match.

Sully: I can't wait to see exactly what happens and it appears Walker could get involved, he must be planning something.

JP: Those big sleeves eh Sully?

Sully: Exactly, he has an infinite amount of plans going around in that sick brain of his...and with his opposite number weakened he knows tonight is the time to strike.

JP: What sort of a strike it will be then only time will tell....but I get the feeling that tonight will change the face of the MWF forever.