Sully: I've been informed by one of my reliable sources that Fear is going to make an appearance in the ring tonight JP!

JP: Well he's not booked on tonight's card to wrestle due to the ankle injury he suffered three weeks ago in a backstage assault. He has yet to find out who performed the heinous act. Fear has been questioning damn near every wrestler in the back like some sort of crazy detective�

Sully: You mean Columbo?

JP: *Ignoring him* It's only a matter of time before that ankle heals and Fear unleashes his pent up frustration on somebody. Who knows who that could be?

Sully: I don't know but I've put a piece of paper with your name and address in in Fear's bag. I'd lock my windows tonight if I where you JP.

JP: Thanks for the sage advice. You ought to�

[Cutting JP off we hear "Quarter" by Fuel. All the lights around the arena dim to a low hue and the fans let out a mixture of both jeers and cheers. Fear comes out from under the back with a pair of crutches to support his weight. His foot and ankle are encased in a dirty white cast. Bravely Fear hobbles to the ring, pain etched on his face from every half step he takes with his right foot. Somehow the MwF seem to warm to Fear with each courageous step he takes and soon the majority of the crowd are cheering for Fear as he clambers into the ring via the steel steps. The timekeeper passes Fear a microphone between the ropes which Fear snatches off of him.]

JP: It seems Fear is here to make a statement.

Sully: Shut up JP. I want to hear what Fear has to say!

[Fear makes the "cutthroat" signal to cut his music. He then waits for the crowd to settle before lifting the microphone up to his mouth.]

Fear: You know as nice as that reception was I ain't got time or patience to suck up to you guys tonight. I'm out here for the same reason I've been out in the ring for the last couple of weeks now. As you all know I was attacked by a mystery man who broken my ankle three weeks which means I'm not cleared to wrestle for another month now. However that may not be a problem.

JP: Not a problem? What does he mean?

Fear: Because I believe the man who did this to me was not a MwF wrestler at all. No, no, no. I've been doing a little investigation of my own over the last few weeks and all the evidence point to one man. Ed Walker, get your acne-ridden ass down here right now!

JP: Ed Walker?

Sully: Ed Walker was behind this all along! I knew it was the work of Walker and those scumbags that call themselves Twisted Vision!

[The fans all turned, shocked, to the entranceway. Fear leans on the ropes waiting for the owner of the MwF to make an appearance. Right on cue Ed Walker walks out from the back with a microphone in his right hand. The fans are in a stunned silence as Ed begins to talk.]

Ed Walker: Now Fear before you go ahead and say something you might regret you should watch your step because you can't go around accusing people of crimes they have not done. I know you think that Twisted Vision and I have something to do with this but you do not have one shred of evidence. More importantly than that though you have my word that I had nothing to do with this attack.

Fear: Is that so?

Ed Walker: Yes that is so Fear. You're skating on thin ice at the moment. With an injury you're no use to MWF and with your attitude you're certainly no good for me. Let that be the end of the matter because I have a main-event to watch.

[Ed drops his microphone and briskly walks off backstage. Fear is left in the ring looking shell shocked, his suspicions and career left in tatters.]

JP: Some very strong words there from MWF President Mr. Edward Walker. I think he's had about as much as he can take of Fear and his accusations.

Sully: Just because he denies it that doesn't mean he didn't do it JP. He's as guilty as sin in my eyes JP, Fear wouldn't just call someone out without reason. Notice that Walker wouldn't let Fear get a word in? That's because he knows that Fear was about to give a damning tirade revealing him to be the culprit.

JP: Well the law states "Innocent until proven guilty" and Fear has been�Whoa! Who's that?

[Fear is still leaning on the ropes, his head down. From out of the crowd a muscular figure jumps over the barricade and slides into the ring. His pounding footsteps alert Fear who spins around but turns right into a baseball slide to his ankle, Fear's legs crumple from under him and his whole body slams to the floor. Fear's head bounces off the mat, he shows no sign of getting up. The crowd are going mad, jeering the mystery attacker. He is dressed in knee-high black and red toed boots, short cut red tights and no top. His hair is a mixture of blond and brown and spiked at the front. He bends down to Fear and slaps him in the face before taking the microphone out of his microphone.]

???: After weeks of interrogation Fear came no closer to discovering the identity of his attacker. Hell, by the looks of him right now, it doesn't look like he knows who I am right now. That's right it was me who broke Fear's ankle and believe me I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I know you MWF fans are ignorant folk so let me elaborate. Me and Fear go way, way back. Our hatred of each other courses through our veins but we've never been able to unleash all that venom on one another because Fear always took it upon himself to run away from me. Now look at him. He can't run away from me, he's mine for the taking but I am a man of integrity so I won't end his miserable excuse for a career right now. I'm going to wait for him to recover and then I'm going to destroy his very existence right in the ring where he claims to be so good. Maybe he is good, but he's not�perfect. Just like everyone in the crowd tonight he is a miserable excuse for a human being, or as you might call it an "American".

[The Indianapolis residents show their disgust by drowning the attacker in a torrent of verbal abuse. However he takes it all in his stride and pauses until the heat dies down.]

???: I know what I've down to Fear over the past few weeks has been a brilliant display of cunning of timing but I feel the need to give you all one more demonstration of my excellence because I don't want you to go home and forget about me, I know what short attention spans you Americans have.

[The man drops his microphone and drags Fear to the turnbuckle. He lifts Fear dead weight and sits him on the turnbuckle, facing the crowd. He then steps between the middle rope and climbs the turnbuckle from the other side. He scoops Fear into a piledriver position and jumps off full-force bringing Fear crashing down head first into the mat. The crowd don't jeer this time, they are left in silence after this sick move. The mystery man gets to his feet and smirks at his fallen nemesis. Then he stoops down to pick up the microphone to say his final words.]

???: It's about time somebody came to lift MWF out of the current rut it is in and that man is me. Just remember these words: I'm always right�I'm James Wright!

[There is still and awkward silence in the arena as James Wright throws his mic onto Fear's prone body and slides out of the ring. He walks backwards, always keeping his eyes on his work until he finally reaches the top of the ramp and leaves the scene.]

Sully: That was James Wright? He's really hit the gym since I last saw him, he must have gained 40 pounds of muscle!

JP: A new-and-improved James Wright in the MWF? I can tell you right now that things are about to get very interesting. He and Fear have a long standing rivalry which is a secret to absolutely no-one. Fear will want to destroy Wright after that serious of odious attacks.

Sully: That's if Fear ever recovers from those attacks JP, he's got a broken ankle and a possible broken neck after that top-rope piledriver.

JP: A move that James Wright likes to call the CopyWRIGHT. You could be right about the broken neck Sully.

Sully: I'm always right�

JP: *Rolling his eyes* Sure you are. Well right now we have the main-event of the evening�