(The scene fades in to show a scene much like that of SportCenter....Jason, Brian, and Sara are all sitting behind a desk, surrounded by numerous monitors showing the N.E.W. Logo....)

Jason: Welcome everyone to a special edition of Monday Night Slam Dance.....To my left is SaraAnne, to my right is Brian Johnson, and I am Jason Barrett....Tonight we look back on one of the biggest events to ever occur in N.E.W....It was one week ago that Rebirth III Occured, and N.E.W. will never be the same. We will also look forward to next week's Slam Dance which will begin again a new era in N.E.W......But first, let's move onto what occured last week on Rebirth...Starting from the first match of the night.....We had an odd handicapt match...

SaraAnne: I was never more confused by a match, or more surprised by an outcome....Simon Tyrell aka Nightstalker pulled an upset victory over the teams of Prince Muhammed and Omen, and carl Knox and Genesis...

Brian: You must have been the only one surprised with the outcome, I saw it a mile away, Simon's not stupid enough to put himself into a position to be beaten on....

Jason: Here's how it all ended up....

***

(Knox and Tyrell back in the ring yet one more time, both men looking quite tired. Tyrell throws a left hand, which is blocked by Knox and answered with a quick kick to the knee. Tyrell cringes, and Knox wastes no time in attacking the knee again. Tyrell drops down on his bad knee, as to avoid any further damage. As Knox goes in to capatalize again, Tyrell somehow leaps up, locking Knox in a cobra clutch. Both men stand in the middle of the ring, Knox trying to fight out of the move as Tyrell synches it in.. Then, out of nowhere, Tyrell drops down to the mat, still having Knox in the cobra clutch, and scissors Knox's arm with his legs. Once he has the arm locked, Tyrell WRENCHES back on the move, causing Knox to cry out in pain.)

Brian: TRUE CONSEQUENCE! TRUE CONSEQUENCE! He's got him locked in what appears to be the most painful move ever!!!

Sara: Man, that's a combonation of a cobra clutch and crossface, that's impossible to get out of, I think Knox is going to have to quit!!!

(Knox tries to fight off the pain, but he can't do anything but suffer. The referee asks him once more, and Knox finally submits. Joe calls for the bell as Tyrell breaks the hold and rises to his feet, holding up his arms in victory. )

Jack Darling: Your winner of this handicapped match, SIMON TYRELL!!!

***

Jason: I feel that one victory put him back to the place he was before his recent problems he's had in the ring...

Brian: You kidding? It's sent him well beyond where he was before....

Jason: After that match we saw Omen again, this time at the end of the Death Jester NeWa Cruiserweight Title bout...Lets see how that went down....

***

(He throws the headset off onto the table and gives Wrec the finger has he's being escorted out of the ring. Before Death Jester gets past the ring however a huge figure appears in the entryway....)

Sara: Isn't that the Omen???

Jason: It is, and why is he coming down here with a shovel???

(Death Jester doesn't notice The Omen until he is almost face to face with him on the rampway.....Death Jester's eye get wide as he looks up-up-up at The Omen....He tries to sneak to the Omen's left, and is stopped by that shovel hitting the rampway in his path....He tries to dodge right, but he's cut off by a huge left boot of the Omen.....Death Jester looks at the nearby crowd, and then to Omen....He begins jumping up and down frantically, looking like a painted up Daffy Duck....The Omen cocks his head to the side and rears back with that shovel...and in a blink of an eye Death Jester dives between his legs, as the shovel comes crashing down on the rampway....before Omen can react, Death Jester jumps to his feet and gives Omen a courtesy dropkick to the back of the knee, bringing him down to one knee.....Death Jester begins laughing frantically as he makes a speedy departure....)

***

Brian: I like this Death Jester guy, he's a trip...

Jason: Now we will take a look at this pre-recorded tape of some comments The Omen made about Justice Inc and Death Jester.

(The video begins to play on the monitors....)

The Omen: Rebirth III was a huge sucess and I am glad to have been a part of it. What was even bigger was the events that took place when I finally got my hands on that soft, sweet smelling Beth. American Hero just like that I could have taken Beth out, burned her to ashes, but I choose to let her live just so you can see how easy it is for me. Reegan he also found out that if you try and play Superman you will end up like Chris Reeves. I could have paralyzed him with that bat if I wanted to or I could have tossed his whole body in the car and watched him burn. Now Death Jester you are sticking your nose in the wrong business. I told you once and that was my last time telling you, now you will find out just like Hero, Beth and Reegan did that The Omen is no toy, don't play with me. You will hear from me soon. You might even see me sooner than you think. Hell is coming I hope y'all ready!!!

(The scene fades to the studio....)

Jason: Big words from a man who seems to be making enemies faster than he's taking breaths....

SaraAnne: I don't think he even breathes....He's a complete monster!!

Brian: He's a complete joke!

Jason: That being said, lets see how the next match played out as Predator overcame the odds and became the new TV Champion!

***

Brian: Could it be?

Sara Anne: Not like this!!

SEVEN!!

EIGHT!!!

NINE!!!!!!!

Jason: PREDATOR THROWS THE ARM OVER!!!

Joe Diamond: ONE!...TWO!!!!.....THREE!!!!!

SaraAnne: JUST BARELY!!! HE JUST BARELY WON IT!!!

Jason: Strip kicked out just barely too late...and we have a new champion!!

Jack Darling: YOUR WINNER, and NEW...N.E.W. TELEVISION CHAMPION, PREDATOR!!!!!

***

Jason: We tried to find Predator for comment, but he was incredibly busy with family business and promotional appearences....We did however get ahold of The Strip.....

(The scene cuts.....STRIP enters the camera view with a big smile on his face)

Predator, Oh ah baby you socked it to me Ohh Ahhh. That, without a doubt, and I don't care about Thanatos or Deadman or Joey Rival or Blackbird or any of them - THAT match that Predator and I just wrestled the best card at Rebirth.

Predator, you took the battle to me, pulled out a little of that old black magic and walked away with *my* Television Title, but it's ok. I'll be back for it, or maybe even another one.

Congrats Predator, you earned it. And I earned a rematch, or ... after being involved in the two best matches on the last two pay per views, maybe the NEW title shot I was robbed of when the DWO showed up ... hmmmm?

Now, I must go, I've got a class to teach tomorrow

(STRIP, bag in hand, waves and heads out the door...The camera moves back to the announcing team....)

Jason: Strip barely seems phased by the loss of his TV Title....?

Brian: It's not like he earned the damned thing in the first place....

SaraAnne: Gimme a break, he did more for that belt than most....

Jason: The next match on the card was the International Title match....The IN Title has been vacant for about a month now, and the new champion was finnally decided on Rebirth...Let's see how it went down....

***

(Hero begins climbing the ladder as the crowd goes nuts. He gets half way up when Harbinger manages to crawl to his feet and climbs the other side nearest to the ropes and to the tables. The two men reach the top at the same time and begins punching at each other. Harbinger gets the upper hand and Hero is light headed. He sets him up to suplex him off the top of the ladder onto the table.)

Jason: THAT WILL KILL HERO!

Brian: Maybe so. DO IT HARBINGER!

Sara Anne: I can't watch this.

(Harbinger gets ready to suplex him off, when Beth and Nancy get onto the apron in front of the tables and beg Harbinger not to do it. Harbinger motions for them to move but they won't. Both women scream at the top of their lungs for him not to. Harbinger quits trying to get them to move, and gets ready to suplex him again.)

Jason: He's going to put Hero through the table and also through Nancy and Beth!

(Suddenly Reegan rushes into the ring as Beth and Nancy hop off of the apron. Reegan bashes into the ladder as hard as he could and the ladder falls with both Hero and Harbinger ontop.)

Jason: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! THEY'RE DEAD! THEY'RE DEAD!!!!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!

Brian: BOTH MEN JUST CRASHED THROUGH THOSE TWO TABLES FROM ONTOP OF THE LADDERS IN THE RING!!!

Sara Anne: This is chaos, but men are hurt. Reegan not only hurt Harbinger but his own leader.

Jason: Both men are laying in the ruins of those tables. Hero's holding his ribs. Harbinger isn't moving at all.

***

(The camera shifts back to the parking lot. Reegan makes his way to the burning car but is shocked when he see's Beth standing by the car crying.....)

Jason: WHAT THE HELL!!!! THATS BETH RIGHT THERE!!!

Sara: HOW DID SHE GET OUT????

(Reegan walks up to Beth and out of Nowhere a baseball bat nails him in the head)

Sara: THE OMEN JUST NAILED HIM WITH A BASEBALL BAT!!

Brain: IT WAS A SET UP!!!

Jason: WHAT IS THE OMEN ABOUT TO DO NOW!!

(He lifts Reegan up to his feet)

Brain: HE JUST RAMMED REEGANS HEAD THROUGH THE GLASS!!!!!

Sara: REEGANS MANAGES TO ROLL OFF THE CAR BEFORE HE CATCHES HIMSELF ON FIRE!!!!! OHHH MY GOSH!!!!

(The Omen walks off as Beth grabs the extingisher and puts the fire out)

Jason: THIS OMEN GUY IS SICK!!!!

Brian: Beth is okay, Reegan is a tough guy.....and maybe Hero can focus back on the match now....

(The ref looks down and spots that Harbinger is pinning Hero)

Brain: The ref is counting!!!!

1...................2.................3...

Jason: Thats it Harbinger just won the International title and I don't think Hero knows it!

Brain: What a match that was!!!

***

Jason: Possibly one of the highest risk matches all around of the night...

Brian: Also the THIRD time we had to deal with Omen making his presence known...

SaraAnne: It seems nothing can stop him...Two weeks ago he took several chair shots from some of the heaviest hitters out there and was still standing....

Jason: Well here's someone who is going to make it his life's mission to knock down the Big Masked Machine....American Hero.....

(The screen shows The four members of Justice Inc. setting in chairs in a dark room. The lights are only shining on them. Everything else is complete black. American Hero, Beth, Nancy, and Reegan all have far more serious looks on their faces then usual. Hero�s face is a little bruised up from his match at Rebirth. He has stitches in his forehead. Reegan has his head wrapped up after the bat shot from Omen.)

Hero: I don�t want much time. I just want to say a few things. First off, I want to congratulate Harbinger on his title win at Rebirth. You earned it, kid. You earned my respect. And this whole experience has taught me a lesson. It�s time for the fun and games to end. It�s time to get serious. You�re not going to be seeing Justice Inc goofing around all the time like before. We�re through with that. If you want to be taken serious in NEW then you need to be serious. And that�s exactly what we plan on doing. The good times have ended and now it�s time to take it to the next level. We�re going to be kicking it up a notch. No more MR. Nice guy and Mr. Good Times. That�s not going to happen anymore. Omen, you�re first on that list. I hated you before but what you did at Rebirth is unforgivable. When you put my wife in danger, you have taken it to far. And you�re going to pay for what you did. I will make sure of that. Nobody messes with us like you did and gets away with it.

Beth: Omen, I�ll admit that you got to me at Rebirth. You scared me to death. But now I have even more hatred for you then before. And now I�m determined, and that mask is coming off much sooner then later.

Nancy: Omen, you don�t mess with us. And at Rebirth you went over the line. And now you�re going to pay for it.

Reegan: You thought your little attack on me would put me out of the NEW? You thought wrong. My neck is a little sore but good. And I can�t wait to get to you Omen. You and your little friend Prince Muhammed. Both of you two are still on our hit list. But after Rebirth you two climbed right to the top.

Hero: And the hit Is coming very soon. Infact I�d like to see Reegan and Hero vs. Omen and Prince Muhammed. Now that would sell tickets. Maybe we can talk Abark into reinstating the tag titles for it? But who knows what he has up his evil sleeve. And quite frankly I don�t care, because Omen you�re the only thing on my mind right now. And what I�m going to do to you once I get my hands on you.

Beth: The mask is coming off.

Nancy: And then we�ll pound in that, supposedly scarred, face of yours.

Reegan: And JUSTICE WILL BE SERVED!!!

(The camera fades to black as the foursome continue to set with serious looks on their faces.)

Jason: They definately mean business...And so does this man, our new International Champion...

(Fade in. NEW HeadQuarters, Boston, Mass.)

(Three days after Rebirth. Harbinger steps out, wearing a black suit, with a dark green shirt and a slick silver tie. He is wearing sunglasses and has the International Title around his waist.)

(The room is filled with reporters and cameras. Harbinger steps to the podium and speaks.)

Harbinger: This press conference has begun, questions?

Man: Harbinger, how does it feel to be International Champion less than a month after entering NEW?

Harbinger: It feels great. It shows that hard work pays off. Yes, I know Omen interfered, but that wasn't my problem. Infact, I told Hero numerous times last week, to leave Beth and Nancy at ringside. After all, I am a Harbinger right? But alas, Hero refused to listen. He got what he bargained for. I had no part it in, but I knew it was going to happen, if that makes sense.

Woman: So do you feel like you've earned the title, or do you consider yourself a paper champion such as you called The Strip?

Harbinger: Well, that is all in the eye of the beholder I suppose. The way I look at it, I overcame great odds to win this title.

(Taps title)

Harbinger: Beth, Nancy and Reegan interfered over and over again. Despite their interferences, Beth's low blows, Reegan knocking me off the ladder, I did not give up. I overcame all the interference. No one came out there to interfere on my behalf. And that's the way I wanted it. Omen did not touch Hero. He did not lay a hand on him. But I was kicked in the groin, pushed off a ladder into two tables from 15 feet in the air.

Harbinger: So I do not view myself as a paper champion. Yes, Hero was distracted and I took advantage of it. But the difference between Hero and I is, I took advantage of the opportunities while he could not. I deserved this title. I earned this title.

Harbinger: And about Strip, even though he lost his title, I must admit, he earned that title through all of his numerous title defenses where he pulled out all the stops.

Man 2: So what's next for you?

Harbinger: That remains to be seen. Abark is the man around here, or so he thinks. He called me a loser last week, but if name calling makes our CEO happy, then good for him. He has enough on his plate with Harley coming in and usurping some power. But really, it's whatever I want. I have plans for my time here in NEW.

Harbinger: The International Title was just the beginning, as the NEWtron said during my enterance. Just the beginning.

Man 3: Care to elaborate on your plans?

Harbinger: At this juncture, revealing my plans and strategies would not be prudent. But, lest you think I sound too much like someone in front of a senate sub-committee regarding 9-11, I will tell you one little nugget. No one is excluded from my plans. Certain groups, certain people, may think they are above my reach. No one is above my reach.

Woman 2: Many website and newsletter pundits criticize NEW for it�s titles. It is primarily a regional promotion, although it has been expanding lately. Yet, it�s second tier title, is a regional title, that being North Eastern, held by Thanatos, yet, it�s defended in other regions. The third tier title, the International Belt, does not have any international ties. What is your take on this?

Harbinger: I�m glad you asked. This is something that has perplexed me too. But before I address that issue, let me say, I view the International Title above the North Eastern Title. I am the International Champion, which means, the entire world. Not a region of the eastern seaboard.

Harbinger: But the International Title, what does it mean? The name of the title does not describe the title, or so everyone says. Well, I�m going to change that. From now on, all matches, as long as I hold the International Title, will be held under �International Rules�. I have three rules to begin with.

Harbinger: Rule One: No closed fists will be allowed in International Title defenses, otherwise, you will be disqualified.

Harbinger: Rule Two: No low blows will be allowed in International Title defenses, otherwise, like Rule One, you will be disqualified.

Harbinger: Rule Three: All matches will be fought under certain rules. I have �Lucha Libre rules�, �Shamrock rules�, �Inoki rules� and �Stampede rules�. The exact distinctions of these type of rules will be released to the press early next week.

Harbinger: I will also petition Abark for several cards per year to be held overseas, so as to legitimize my title. I have contacted several promotions overseas, and their top draws are interested in fighting for the International Title. Man like Patrick �Clover� Fowler, El Rojo Warrior and lastly, Shenizchi Osukii. Even if I am not allowed to face these international legends, I hope that by defending the title overseas, even against fellow NEW wrestlers, will legitimize the title more so. By wrestling under certain rules, it will also elevate the title above others since the matches will be a different style, matches with more flare, more intrigue, more panache.

Man 4: Can we play word association?

Harbinger: Sure.

Man 4: Horsemen?

Harbinger: Over-rated

Man 4: DWO?

Harbinger: Falling apart.

Man 4: American Hero.

Harbinger: Fraud.

Man 4: Predator.

Harbinger: Rematch.

Man 4: Strip.

Harbinger: Enigmatic.

Man 4: Brett Logan?

Harbinger: New.

Woman 3: Would you like to comment on your upcoming rematch against Blackbird 13?

Harbinger: I will save my words for Blackbird until next week officially begins. This week off has been wonderful, and I prefer to savor it just a bit longer before getting back into the daily grind. Thank you all, you�ve been wonderful. Take care.

(Harbinger walks away from the podium as we go back to the set with Jason, Brian and Sara.)

Jason: Interesting words by our new International Champion!

Brian: He sure held nothing back!

SaraAnne: I can't wait to hear what Abark has to say about everything he talked about....I didn't understand half of it...

Brian: He's saying that it's not right that the NorthEastern title is held in higher regard than the International Title...Even though this is New England Wrestling, representing North Eastern US, he thinks it shouldn't be held in as high a regard.....The North Eastern Title should be held in higher regard than the Heavyweight Belt!

Jason: Well the Heavyweight title was the World Title previous to N.E.W.'s introduction into N.e.W.a.....And N.E.W. has had several over seas shows, and also plenty in Canada and Mexico as well....Harbinger may want to do some research...

Brian: That's putting it mildly...He went so far as to refer to Brett Logan as "new".....Ha! Logan's probably been in and around N.E.W. longer than he's been wrestling!

Jason: Well that being said, we now have some tape from the N.E.W. Vice President, and the man who will face Chris Evans in his return next week, Harley Clarkson....

(The camera opens in the hallway in the back stage area of the Fleet Center in Boston. The hall way is relatively clear, as most of the N.E.W employees and staff have already headed home. To the Left of the camera the door to the locker room opens And Harley Steps out; he is dressed in black jeans and a T-shirt, his gym bag slung over his left shoulder. HE waves to the camera and turning around he heads towards the exit door. From behind a camera a loud voice rings out. )

Voice: Hey Harley, wait up.

(Harley slowly turns around as a figure goes running by the camera. The blur gets to Harley as the man stops it becomes clear that it is Former I.W.O Television champion Patrick Feeney. The two me ask hand and give each hug. )

Harley: Hey Bro, I thought you were in Richmond. What are you doing here?

Patrick: Susan wanted to take the Kid to see her sister so while we were up this way she said I should drive up, besides you did not think I was going to miss your big return did you?

Harley: Man I really thought you were not going to make it I wish you would have told me I would have gotten you tickets.

Patrick: O hell man it�s no big thing, I got a ticket at the gate, now getting back stage to see you that was a trick. I had to grease a few palms to get back here.

Harley: Jesus man, just call next time you got my cell number right.

Patrick: I would have called but I left my Rolodex in Richmond.

(Harley and Patrick begin to laugh a bit. )

Harley: Hey man I got an hour or two before my flight leaves you want to stop by a pub somewhere and get a beer, shoot the shit for a while.

Patrick: Not really.

Harley: O you got to take off�

Patrick: Nope. Brought my own.

(Patrick heaves a gym bag off his shoulder and unzips it revealing a large cooler. )

Harley: O..the man knows, the man knows�

Patrick: Hey you want to go out and sit on the hood it will be just like the old days.

(Harley thinks for a moment. )

Harley: No�I got a better idea.

(Harley takes out his cell phone and dials a number as he walks back towards the camera. )

Harley: Hey.. Zack�Yeah this is Harley�yeah how�s the wife�Good, good, and the kinds Jim and Taylor how are they� look I need you guys to knock of for like an hour or so�Yeah�yeah I will make sure you get compensated for the over time�yeah.. Yeah good. Ok we will have to do that next time I am up that way..Ok see you latter doc.

(Harley closes the phone. )

Patrick: who was that?

Harley: Never mind that�come on?

Patrick: Where are we going?

Harley: Never mind. Just come on.

(Harley and Patrick head back into the Fleet Center as the camera fades to black. )

(The camera reopens at Ringside in the Fleet Center in Boston. The crowds are long gone and the crews have taken a rest. Harley and Patrick are sitting in the middle of the ring in folding chairs. The large red cooler has been set in the middle of the ring between the two men and the ring itself has been littered with empty beer cans. )

Harley: Look around you Patrick�. this is what it is all about.

(Patrick looks at Harley and in a slightly sarcastic voice says. )

Patrick: An empty arena.

Harley: No you ass this. The lights. The ring�everything.

(Harley reaches down into the cooler that has been removed from the gym bag and has now been set in the middle of the ring. Harley takes out a beer and opens it up as he begins to walk around the ring. )

Harley: Look around you Patrick, in this place we are not just men, we become something more. I stand here and I close my eyes and I can see the fans, I can almost still hear them, cheering and screaming, booing and shouting, when we are in this ring, and the lights are shining and ..Hell man you know what I am saying�

Patrick: Yeah man I do.

Harley: When I walked out here tonight, when I heard that crowd busty open in like a chorus of banshees 30,000 strong. It was like I never left. I had no idea that it would be like this.

Patrick: It�s why we do it you know.

Harley: Come again.

Patrick: The fans, the reaction, the everything. There is no feeling like it. The prestige, the titles, all those things fade, but when you walk into this ring, and they love you, or they hate you, no matter what they think of you for the time you are in this ring all they are thinking of is you and there�s no feeling like it, you never forget, that feeling that feeling is forever.

Harley: Yeah..

(The two men sit in silence for a minute. Harley is looking out into the sea of empty chairs, suddenly Patrick voice cuts the silence and Harley returns his focus to Patrick. )

Patrick: I am glad you did not quit for good man.

Harley: What do you mean?

Patrick: Hell man, first off quitting just is not in you, but mostly I know what this sport means to you. You know Harley back when it was just you and me, Eddie and Mickey back in those last days before the gym closed and you took off to make your future in the sport, you remember those days.

Harley: You know it, it was you me and Eddie, working this shitty little independent feds making crap money, cramming into that little pos Volvo, living off of nothing but bologna and dry macaroni because the hot plate never worked, and hell don�t even get me started on splitting 10 dollar a night hotels.

(Harley rubs his neck a bit. )

Harley: Just thinking about all those night I spent sleeping in the bath tub make my neck hurt.

(Patrick gets up and makes his way over to the cooler and removes a beer. )

Patrick: You need one.

(Harley downs the last of his beer and says )

Harley: sure.

(Patrick tosses Harley a beer and takes his seat in the chair. )

Patrick: You remember that time it Florida, we had gotten a bit of money together and we decided that since we had all that time to go before the show, and might I add more money than we had had in our pockets in a long while that we would hit that little Chinese restraint on the water front.

Harley: O god do I ever.

Patrick: We hit that buffet six ways from Sunday, 1.99 for all you could eat we felt like kings�do you remember what happened?

Harley: I remember that I got food poisoning, but to tell you the truth I was so sick I cannot remember much else about that night.

Patrick: Yes you did, sick as a dog, you still went out and wrestled that night too. I mean I could not even believe it, I begged you all night not to go on, you had a 101 degree fever and you looked like death warmed over, but still you went out and turned it on it was one of the most unbelievable things I had ever seen.

Harley: Not that I am not enjoying a trip down memory lane, but is there a point somewhere in my immediate future.

Patrick: Yeah there is, that was one of at least 100 different times when I saw what it was all about for you.

Harley: Ok I am a little lost, what, What was all about for me?

Patrick: What we have been talking about all night, the sport all of this, Hell man ever since the first day I meet you I knew you felt different about all this, for me, when I got started it was about staying out of trouble with the law, and yes as I went on I loved it a bit but I liked it more than I loved it, I think I was more attracted to the sport because it let me take out all of my anger in the ring, and Eddie, I know he cares about it but I still think he is trying to prove that he is better than his blue collar upbringing. But you�you were always different. You let it in you made it a part of you, like a hand or a foot It is as natural to you as taking a breath and I do not think you would have gotten as far as you have in the sport if it wasn�t like that for you.

Harley: That�s deep man.

Patrick: Not deep just true.

(Harley takes a swig off of his beer, and finding that he has finished it off tosses the beer can over his shoulder. Getting up he grabs another beer from the cooler. )

Harley: To tell you the truth Patrick I was miserable being away, I felt empty, like a can drained of it�s contents and tossed over a shoulder, but tonight, God tonight was great it was like being born again.

Patrick: I know, man I know, I remember what it�s like, and I know It�s like that for every night you go out there. Isn�t it?

Harley: Yeah� It is.

Patrick: And that�s why you are who you are and why you will always be involved one the sport no matter what, they are going to have to kill you to get rid of you doc.

Harley: I could name a few people that want that to happen.

(Harley and Patrick laugh a bit. )

Patrick: You mean Men like abark.

(Harley�s face becomes very hardened a bitter tone raises up ion his voice. )

Harley: Yeah men like abark.

(Patrick takes a few sips of his beer as he sits analyzing his old friend. )

Patrick: Tonight really got to you didn�t it, you returning and him cheating you the way he did?

Harley: Abark did not cheat me he cheated himself, he cheated himself out of the opportunity to prove he was something more than a chicken shit in a suit, that�s his problem not mine.

Patrick: Well you where cool till Abark�s name came up, so what�s the buzz man what is eating you. Is it the match he booked you in against that Evans Kid.

Harley: No Evan�s is a good kid, and he has a few skills I am not to worried about that, in fact I kind of look forward to seeing what this kid can do in the ring.

Patrick: Jesus Harley you never cease to amaze me?

Harley: How�s that?

Patrick: I mean look at you cool as a cucumber, Look at it like this you come back, and the first night Abark Pulls a fast one, and you blow it off, you get booked against a guy a rookie for all intense and purposes in a opening match too boot. Which if I say so my self is beneath you, both in stature and competition and you just complement the guy you are facing it�s like nothing bothers you.

Harley: It does not bother me because it is just a match, top card mid card low card, I really never cared about that and you know it. All I want is to be allowed in the ring and to be able to do what I do, AS for Evan�s yeah you may be right he may be a rookie, but you do not get to this level without having some kind of skill to back up you place on the card no matter what place that may be.

Patrick: So what is it what�s got under your skin if it is not Evans, not the little screw job in the ring to night, if it is not Abark than what is it?

Harley: Well, it is not Evans, it is not my placement in the show and it is not what Abark did to me tonight it is more what he said.

Patrick: Ok now it is my turn to be lost.

Harley: Well, it was when I talked about the fact that he had come back, I made a remark about his non-existent dick and he launched into when he came back something to the effect of; o what was it?

(Harley thinks for a minute. )

Harley: O, it was something to the effect of. (Imitates Abarks voice.) I've been sitting back enjoying life, living off revenue from the N.E.W..... Then when I noticed my bank account wasn't growing as fast as it used to I knew I had to come back and save the N.E.W.

Patrick: That�s it that�s what has you so pissed off.

Harley: That is more that enough. Abark left here when this company was in a bad way, He left it to a Jack ass Like Cody that could not run a pizza company much less a professional wrestling company, and what did Abark do he sat back and watched as the fate of the company he built was damn near run into the ground. He sat and watched as guys like Ronnie Dreamer and Pagan where put in power, men who have little honor and even less integrity, guys who treat the business like a hop scotch game, they are about as reliable as a one eyed blind man in a eye witness line up. And still Abark did nothing, and than out of the blue he comes back and why because his bank account got low. Bo fucking ho cry me a river. If I got into this for money I would have never made it past the independent level, this is not about money gold or fame this is about going out the and doing every thing you can to be the best, in front of 10 fans for 10 dollars or 10,000 fans for 15,000 dollars. He has disrespected the sport, he has disrespected almost the entire locker room and he has disrespected the New England wrestling federation and I have put to much time and too much effort into this place to see a scum bag like him shit on it.

(Patrick gets up and gets a beer and tosses one to Harley. )

Patrick: Harley, I said it tonight, and many nights before, that�s the difference between you and the rest of them, that�s why you win and get ahead when all the odds say that you should fail, you give a shit about this thing, it is the air that you breathe the food that you eat, it is the thoughts in your mind as you drive down the highway and while you sit at home. And that�s why you are still the best.

Harley: I do not know about being the best I just love what I do.

(Patrick laughs a bit. )

Harley: What�s so funny.

Patrick: I am just remembering another time you said just that.

Harley: What about being the best?

Patrick: Yeah it was one of the only times you and I ever managed you it was a little house show together, it was back in H.S.W. where I was working, and Morrison cot in contact with Mat Shannon who was still running A.C.W and traded Luke of the E.G, and Chris Van Storm for you.

Harley: Yeah I remember that damn I have not thought of that in years o, o, what was Chris�s nick mane what was he calling himself back than.

Patrick: C.V.S 24-7

Harley: O go that was terrible. Hey wasn�t C.V.S the they guy that had dropped you on your head about a month before that.

Patrick: Ummm yea, (a wince like look flashes across Patrick�s face as if the memory itself causes pain) thanks for brining that up buddy.

Harley: Sure thing Man anytime? But please continue with your story.

Patrick: Ok I will refresh your memory a bit more, you and I where in a tag match in against Ono and Dos, also known as Los Lobos, who where a newly formed tag team, any way there we where down in Santa Monica, in a little bar in the middle of the sticks, any way at the end of the night we had closed that little bar down, so there we where discussing or hopes and dreams over a bottle of tequila, and I asked what it was you wanted out of life do you remember now.?

(Harleys face brightens a bit; a look of recollection crosses his face. )

Harley: Yeah, you asked me, what I wanted and I pointed to the ring and I said that�s what I want, that�s all I crave, and that�s all I will ever need.

Patrick: And I said that�s why one day you will be the best Kid, and you said, I do not know about being the best I just love what I do.

Harley: I will drink to that.

(Patrick and Harley sand up and click their beer cans together, )

Patrick and Harley: Here�s to loving what you do.

Patrick: Man those days where great they were rough, and there where a lot of bad times but there where some real good ones to, the matches the towns, the fans, I would not trade those days and those memories for anything in the world.

Harley: Sounds like you miss it more than you let on.

Patrick: More than you will ever know man.

Harley: Than lets do something about it?

Patrick: What?

Harley: Lets do something about it, we got the time, we got the ring, we got the whole arean to ourselves right here right now, you and me for the Heavy Weight Pride title�

Patrick: Are you challenging me Kid?

Harley: damn straight.

(Patrick tosses of his coat off quick as a can be and gets into position, charley takes his coat off and stares Patrick down, then the two men charge each other and lock up as the camera fades to black. )

Jason: Wow, an IMPRESSIVE showing by the Vice President, and also new addition to the roster of NEW.....

Brian: All that I can think of when I think of Harley is how bad Abark made him look at Rebirth....Ha Ha!

Jason: Later that night we saw the first of two main events...Blackbird 13 defending his North Eastern Title in a Hell In The Cell against long time rival Thanatos...Not forgetting the Special Referee, Death Incarnate.....Lets see how it ended up...

***

SaraAnne: This match is beyond over if he connects....

Jason: Blackbird locks in Thanatos....He picks him up onto his shoulders!!!!

SaraAnne: OH MY!!

Jason: Death, again making his presence known!! He grabs the hand of Thanatos and pulls him forward!! Blackbird lands on his back and Thanatos is sitting on his chest!! Thanatos reaches back and grabs the legs!!!!

Death: ONE!!!!!................TWO!!!!!!................THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!

SaraAnne: WE HAVE A WINNER!!

Jason: WE HAVE A NEW N.E. CHAMPION!!!

Brian: WHO CARES!!! Do we have a NEW HORSEMAN?!?!?!

***

Jason: We now have some words from the former N.E. Champion....

(The screen changes to a graphic, Harbinger on the right, Blackbird 13 on the left, the two facing each other, with the Slamdance logo on the bottom middle of the graphic. The graphic fades, and there, sitting in an executive office, is Blackbird 13. His feet are propped up on the desk, and his DWO United States Title is sitting beside his right foot. He's got a smile on his face as he looks out the window and down to the water. Blackbird then turns to face the cameraman and starts talking)

BLACKBIRD 13: Ah.. so you've been sent here to do an interview for that recap show, huh? I hear ya, that's fine, because I've got some stuff to say. This week, I'm fighting Harbinger.. and I really don't know that I'm looking forward to that. I've got no beef with him, I don't plan on being a stepping stone.. nor do I really want to spend a week preparing for a match with him. But y'know... I've got an idea. See, this thing with Thanatos, this is far from over.. the Horsemen and DWO have still got some battles to fight.. but I was thinking about this the other day. See, the one thing that Thanatos could not do.. was win the NeWA's World Heavyweight Championship. So.. I just made that my priority, to go over Trent Shanahan and take his belt.. solely to rub it in the face of Thanatos. Thanny.. this is far from over.. and it's not over because it took a Logan and an ex-Horseman for you to beat me. So we'll continue that, more sooner than later.. but hopefully at the next Pay Per View.. you'll be seeing Blackbird 13.. one on one.. with Trent Shanahan, for the NeWA World Heavyweight Title.

Oh, yeah, and one other thing. The NEW World Tag Team Champions are and should be Joseph W. Rival III and Blackbird 13. We never lost the belts, mine was stolen from me by Deadman.... so therefore I think we should still be tag team champions. Course, that's probably not gonna happen.. so maybe Predator and I can recapture Tag Team gold? Hmm.. Guess we'll have to wait and see. Harbinger, see you next week�.

Quote the Blackbird
Nevermore

(Fade back to the studio.)

Jason: Blackbird making a plea to be the N.E.W. Representitive for the NeWa World Title!!

Brian: Fat Chance in Hell...He couldn't even hold onto the NE Title!! Shanahan would chew him up and spit him out!

SaraAnne: We'll see...Maybe he can get in on that NeWa PPV....Get a #1 Contendorship....

Jason: Either way, here is the man who unseated him last week....Coming in from the Horsemen Headquarters in Alberta...the new NorthEastern Champion, Thanatos.

(Picture cuts to Thanatos sitting in one of the decorated wood chairs of the banquet hall with the belt draped across his shoulder and wearing his black denim shirt.)

Jason: So, there is some controversy surrounding your win of the title.

Thanatos: You want to rethink that? What happened at Rebirth was Blackbird's kharmic debt being repaid as Death Incarnate finally buried the hatchet that was planted in my back when we last saw him in the ACWF. Yeah, it's nice that Death showed that gesture, but it was seconds before I would've broke free. Figthing Blackbird and his family is just one notch above fighting Jim Logan and his idiotic family members.

Jason: Speaking of the Logan family, what do you have to say about Brett doing what he did at Rebirth?

Thanatos: As usual, Brett is beneath everyone and he gave me that love tap that couldn't keep anyone down for longer than it did. It's no wonder he fits in with the BJWC so well and I have to wonder what he's doing at our shows if this isn't an NeWA event. I know the Logan's are a stupid bunch, so maybe he took a wrong turn in trying to find his way to the BJWC show. In either case, he poses as much of a threat as Jo-Jo Rival when he was fighting Deadman. You saw how Joey got squashed and now he's doing chores for the Horsemen. I was going to have him clean up after all the smelly cows here in Alberta, but then we wouldn't have him around here to get us drinks or something. Isn't that right Jo-Jo Binks?

(Camera backs up and it shows Joey on his hands and knees, being a human footrest for Thanatos.)

Joey: Yes sir.

(The camera pushes back in to show Thanatos' smiling face.)

Thanatos: Now this is the high life. Sitting in my comfy chair, feet resting on a loser, and holding gold once more.

Jason: Do you have any plans for your defenses?

Thanatos: No more than usual. Train hard, and spit in Abark's face each and every time through every win I get in defending my belt. He tried doing what Mickey tried in the ACWF and that isn't going to happen to me again. He will do anything in his power to relieve me and/or Deadman of our belts, but he doesn't want to fire us outright for one reason...the federation would die. He knows that without Horsemen, he'd just have the stagnant product that would be deserving of the criticism that has been given about NEW, but this time it would be true. It was a sad state of affairs when certain people were on top in NEW, and now the dark days are over. Maybe Abark wants this place to tank after Cody destroyed it...as Abark might think. And don't think that I won't be able to jump to another federation as offers have piled up with word of how Abark is behaving. I told everyone to chill out and let this thing go wherever it leads...because I will do this until the bitter end. When this place is done, then I will decide, but until then, I'm all about New England Wrestling. Do what you want to do Abark, as I will retain my belt much like Deadman has since September and there's nothing you can do about it besides killing this place to get it out of my hands.

Jason: Isn't that a bit strong?

Thanatos: I don't think so. I haven't made my dislike for people like Abark unknown...and I'll do what I have to do to keep my career viable. I came back for one reason, and now that the NeWA seems to appreciate what I can do for them, I will go to whatever lengths to stay on the biggest stage known to all wrestling. Everything led up to this point in this aspect of my life and it shall do until the day that my other job comes and everything must end.

Jason: Is there anything else you'd like to say?

Thanatos: Just that I will give those worthy of a shot the chance of a lifetime at my belt. Blackbird has dropped down that list as he said it himself that the war would be over. Will he be a hypocrite like I predicted when I foresaw this victory? Quite possibly. The boy has zero integrity and it wouldn't surprise the least attentive fan if he went wandering off muttering about the war not really being over since I kicked his skull in at Rebirth. Improve yourself Blackbird and maybe then you can have a shot at my belt. So let it be written, so let it be done. None shall stand in my way!!!

Jason: Thank you Thanatos.

Brian: Thanatos has a serious stick up his ass...Someone should yank it out and use it to pop his big ego! He thinks he's king shit!

SaraAnne: Well I hardly think NEW Would die if he left, but it certianly wouldn't be the same...

Jason: Two things I've learned in my tenure here...Firstly never ever underestimate N.E.W. and Abark....And second, never underestimate a multiple time former world champ!

SaraAnne: And speaking of multiple time world champs, lets see how our very own Deadman once again preveailed....

***

Jason: He grabs Deadman and hooks him up for a double underhook! He must be going for Rivaling Egos, since Deadman proved too big to realistically use the Rival Rack....He's locked in for the double-underhook brainbuster!!!

Brian: Theres only a few minutes left...He's got to hurry!

Jason: He looks winded! But he goes for it!!! NO! DEADMAN SNUCK AROUND! HE SPUN HIM INTO A FULL NELSON!!!! FULL NELSON SLAM!!! FULL NELSON SLAM!!! THE CROWD ERUPTS!!! THE PIN......

Diamond Mine: ONE..........TWO.......

(Diamond Mine pauses and looks up at Deadman.......they lock eyes for what feels like hours.....)

Diamond Mine:.......Three........

Jason: And with our first pinfall it's Deadman!! Now he just has to avoid being pinned for thirty seconds!!!

(Deadman sits back and watches Rival.....At the twenty second mark Rival begins to stir......At the ten second mark Rival is almost to all fours....At the zero second mark, a siren sounds, the bell rings, and Rival collapses back to his stomach......)

Jason: WE HAVE A WINNER!!!

Jack Darling: YOUR WINNER, AND STILL N.E.W. HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, And Also STILL N.E.W. EMPLOYEE, DEADMAN!!!!

***

(We open on paramedics working on a wrestler, the wrestler pushes them both away, revealing Joseph Rival, Joseph gets off of the stretcher, walks around until seeing a door marked, Restroom, with the sign implying it is for males, he walks in, and sits down next to the sink, blood dripping from his head onto the floor. Joseph doesn�t look particularly mad about his loss, he looks as if he could care less either way. Joseph sees our cameras are close by and begins speaking. )

Joseph: Like I said once before, I no longer care�I see this as a lesson in learning. Next time I go up against him I need to maintain focus a little better than I did this time around. That�s what I should do, what I�ll wind up doing is being the Horsemen�s soda boy for the remainder of my life. Oh well, it doesn�t matter anymore.

(Joseph gets up, and kicks the sink he was sitting next to, he continues kicking it until it falls off of the wall. He then kicks a bathroom stall door in, he picks up the door and starts hitting the door against the urinals. One of the urinals also falls off, water spraying across the room, Joseph drops the door and walks out of the bathroom. He continues walking for a long time until coming up to a door marked "locker room". He walks in and comes out a few minutes later in his regular street attire, still bleeding terribly from the head. He walks a little ways down a hall and sits down, letting the blood further drip. )

Joseph: I�m too weak to move��

(Brett Logan approaches him. )

Logan: Well kid, looks like you failed..

Joseph: I guess so, I'd say I gave him a good run for his money.

Logan: Yeah, don't worry. You�re not the only one.

(They both grin. )

Logan: You think that's funny or something?

Joseph: I'm not much in the mood for arguments, I just thought it was a funny way of saying it. You think you could help me up to some paramedics?

Logan: Yeah, sure. Good match kid. Clean yourself up, so I can embarrass you again real soon.

(Logan laughs. )

Joseph: Whatever.

(Brett helps him to some paramedics who immediately get to work on Joseph, Logan begins to walk off, and stops dead in his tracks. )

Logan: Don't sweat it. Get better, while I go deal with a deadman...

Joseph: (Somewhat out of breathe. ) Thanks man, later.

(We fade out for the time being. We reopen on Joseph walking backstage, he goes back into the locker room we saw him going into some hours ago. He has a bandage on his forehead, a stitched area, and some bandaging around his left elbow. He comes out with a gym bag in hand. )

Joseph: I got my ass kicked, at least I�m still able to wrestle.

(Joseph continues walking in the backstage area. He stops at a door marked exit, he looks at the exit sign for a moment, looks behind himself, and continues out of the door. He walks around for a long time until entering the parking lot area, he gets in his short bus and he once again allows us onboard. He sits down in the driver�s seat and begins to drive off. )

Joseph: Deadman, you have made it hard for me to move. I expect I made it just as hard for you to move. I hope to hell you remember Rebirth III like I will. The night Joseph Rival, proved his worth. Though you know I had the strength to produce one of the worlds greatest matches all along�you just didn�t know I if I would be able to when put to the test�.I haven�t watched the match itself yet, but I�m sure it will be a great watch. I would like a chance to fight you again someday, I�ve never enjoyed wrestling to that kind of point. Me and you, we need to face off again�sometime down the road. For now, I guess I�ll just kind of ignore you and see what I can do without overly pushing myself.

(Joseph continues driving for a while. He just sort of looks at the road without really paying much attention to us. We are about to decide to cut the cameras when all of a sudden Joseph stops his bus. Joseph has a look of shock and gets off of the bus immediately. )

Joseph: I have no clue where I am, or what�s going on, who the hell are you?

Jim: Jim Johnson, N.E.W.s cameraman�

Joseph: Oh�.never heard of you�..

Jim: Are you ok Joseph?

Joseph: I guess�considering I have no clue where I am or who you are�.

Jim: Yeah, can we keep going?

Joseph: Where were we headed?

Jim: I don�t know, you were driving, we are in Boston coming back from Rebirth�

Joseph: Ok�I know what Boston is, I know what driving is�but Rebirth?

Jim: Look�just get on your bus and drive wherever�

Joseph: I own a bus?

Jim: YES!

(I point behind Joseph, he turns around and looks. )

Joseph: That�s always been my dream ride�I don�t know how I got it but�AWESOME!

(I have yet another confused look on my face, Joseph gets on the bus. )

Jim: May I follow?

Joseph: Sure, whatever�.

Jim: Cool.

(I get on the bus and Joseph drives around for a few days, me turning my camera off for the most part, he seems to remember who I am and who he is now at some points but some at some points he believes he is in the year 1995 and that he is approaching his final year in high school and seems exited about it. Though he is long out of high school there is a side of him who lives deeply in the past, as if trying to forget something. We stop at his home in Orlando Florida and he lies down on the couch for a hour as we turn our camera off, he awakens and we turn our camera back on as soon as we realize he has. He gets on his short bus and drives around for a while until stopping at what appears to be a familiar home but I can�t quite place it, he walks up to the door and knocks on it. A old looking lady comes to the door. )

Lady: Nice to see you again Joseph, is there anything I can do for you?

Joseph: Is Steve home?

(The lady begins crying. )

Lady: Steve�s been dead for almost a year now you asshole!

Joseph: What, are you sure?

Lady: Yes�now go away, your upsetting me�

(Joseph looks confused and walks away, getting back on his bus and driving away. )

Joseph: When the hell did Steve die?

Jim: If I knew I�d tell you�

Joseph: Thanks�that helps a lot�

(Joseph gets back in the drivers seat looking somewhat upset and confused, he drives around for a while, at one point he passes right by his current home, continues driving for a few minutes, and stops at a old beat up home that has a evicted notice on the door that looks worn. Joseph yet again looks confused. Jim tells him he passed by his home, Joseph speaks. )

Joseph: Really?

Jim: Yes�.

(Jim moves up closer to Rival and begins pointing and talking directions, Joseph stops at his current home, gets out, and looks confused. )

Joseph: I live here?

Jim: Yes�I think you should go inside and get some rest.

Joseph: Sounds cool to me�

(Joseph walks into the home with the same confused look upon his face as we fade out. )

Jason: Wow....I had no idea Rival got so roughed up at the PPV...He seems to have a case of recuring amnesia...

Brian: I think he should just join Simon Tyrell in the looney bin!!!

Jason: And here for what I think is our final interview of the night, is Pete Greenhouse sitting down with Deadman...

(The scene cuts to the interview area....)

Pete: Well ladies and Gentleman, for those of you just tuning in I am sitting here with N.E.W Heavy Weight Champion Deadman, it's now a week after he defeated Joseph W. Rival in the 60 minute Iron Man Match - he is still the champion, he still has his career, and Joseph W. Rival is now slave to the Horsemen.

(He turns away from the camera and towards Deadman who sits across from a glass surfaced coffee table in a black leather chair. The markings from the Iron Man match are clearly evident on Deadman's face.)

Pete: Deadman, welcome to the program.

(Deadman adjusts the N.E.W. heavyweight championship upon his shoulder, and nods to Pete.)

Pete: Now Deaman as uncomfortable as I am starting my interviews on such a shall we say aggressive tone in light of your behavior in the last few months I feel I have to cut to the heart of the matter and get right to it is that ok with you?

Deadman: The only time is now, Pete. I'm ready for whatever you have.

Pete: Well, that's good Now as you , and the folks at home know it has been all of a week since you Faced Joey Rival in the Iron man match up, and Now your sitting here in the studio, title firmly on your shoulder, Normally this is where I asked you how does it feel to retain your title, but the real question, in many peoples minds is how does it feel to cheat a good man out of his deserved shot?

(Deadman lowers his brow slightly, cocks his head, and squints back at Pete.)

Deadman: I'm sorry? I don't seem to understand your question. Cheat? Did I hear you properly?

(He lobs his title into his other hand and twists his right finger in his ear, raising a brow at Pete with inquiry.)

Deadman: I don't know if my bandage is on a little too tight, and my memory is blotched as a result, but please tell me� when did I ever cheat a so-called good man out of his deserved shot?

Pete: OK....I see that you are feeling less the forthright on this subject, we will get back to that, How about we discuss the Wheel Chair Incident, whitch is in some peoples mind a large portion of why you won last week. Do you really feel that after that that Joey Rival was in any position to give you the fight he could have?

(Deadman shakes his head with little doubt.)

Deadman: Without question, Pete. Obviously he was in a seamless position to give me the best fight that he possibly could. Not only did he prove that to the world by giving me and the people every drop of sweat and blood he had during the 60 minutes that he did... but he proved that to the world just a couple of weeks even prior to the Iron Man Match, when not only did he come out, and stand on his own two legs, up from that wheelchair, but he also saw it fit to display an evident show of disrepute and ignominy and throw his wage-earning right hand in my face in an unsanctioned, unendorsed, and unofficial knuckle-fight. He was the one who made the challenge to begin with� remember that Pete? Obviously he was in good enough condition, and if he wasn't? Then he shouldn't have challenged me, and put his very being on the line. Oh, and Dave's burgers didn't facilitate his cause either.

Pete: Granted. He made the challenge... but I think it is clear that you put him in a place where he had no choice. And as far as him striking you in what you called a... How did you put it� an unofficial knuckle-fight? Well, if you ask me, that was no less than you deserve! How would you reply to those that say you forced his hand by backing him so far in a corner that he had no other choice but to make the challenge that he did?

(Deadman squints, shakes his head, and chuckles with disbelief.)

Deadman: -I- forced the choice upon him?? Is that right Pete? Oh no...

(He shakes his head.)

Deadman: I didn't force him to make any choice that he did. If you loosen your watch, you'll know that he was the one who willingly came out after I'd defeated his DWO cohort, Blackbird 13, and with his own mouth, impulsively he made the decision that he wanted to end my career -- that he wanted to receive my title -- and that he was going to do it all... at Rebirth. You see Pete, when God created this green sphere of a planet, and when he created the species that is known by all as man and womankind, he bestowed upon each of us, a little something that's called free will. Freedom of choice. Freedom to choose your path and do with God's plan, whatever it is that you wish. Obviously, you, and Joseph, and everyone else still living on this unraptured planet chose to meander about their -own- way... And as a result of their selfishness, you, and they - have been left for myself, and the rest of the Horsemen to destroy. No Pete.

(Deadman shakes his head again.)

Deadman: Joseph made his own choice. He chose to rebel against the Word, and ceased to repent. He chose to fight me to gain material wealth, and capitalist recognition. He chose to do to receive... not to do for the goodness of giving. He made the wrong choice, Pete. And obviously, the prophecy that was renounced for Rebirth was ultimately fulfilled... And now, brother Joseph will slowly suffer by the famine and pestilence of the four Horsemen before he drops to his knees in the middle of the ring... and wilts like the very weed that once burnt from his lips of brotherly hood. Joseph will then nay the sounds of Death by the rider of the pale horse.... because he chose to. Not because I made the choice for him. Not because I led him into the inevitable choice that he made.... but because the choice was palpably his own.

Pete: SO let me get this straight, all this is god's will, you are innocent of everything. You never assaulted rival never put him in a well chair never made it your goals to destroy him and his friends never went ahead with a plain to subjugate another man to slavery, no you are just a babe in the woods, You know something you have a lot of guts after all you have pulled to even utter the word God, how can you even think that your action have anything to do with the will of the almighty? No you know what don't even answer that I am not sure I could step into the house of god on Sunday after hearing what ever bull shit is about to spew forth from that gutter you call a mind. How can you sit there and with a straight face claim to serve god will and argue such ridiculous rhetoric?

(Deadman simply smiles and shakes his head, well aware of Pete's ignorance.)

Deadman: You just don't get it do you... You're no different than Joey are you Pete... no different than anyone else... have you even been listening to what I've been saying over the past few months Pete?

Pete: Honestly i have been trying not to.

(Deadman chuckles.)

Deadman: Cute. Real cute Pete. Let me tell you something. Never did I say that I have walked the earth without once falling into the pit of transgression. Never did I say that I was innocent of everything. Never did I deny assaulting Joseph W. Rival the third, and putting him in a wheel chair - I repented that aberrant act in front of the world, and in fact admitted that I was wrong for my actions, and that I was wrong for falling into the trap of the brotherhood that ultimately led me into committing those actions that I once regretted, and was penitent for. But what you're missing lies on the very wrist of you left hand, on the face of your very watch. What time is it Pete?

Pete: I think it is time we call it a night befroe i sink in this shit you are shoveling. But go on tell me just what time it is.

(Deadman smirks.)

Deadman: Funny how they hire a man in New England Wrestling who can't even read the hands of the clock that turn on his very wrist, isn't it?

Pete: Oh so it's my fault me and my... as you say... inability to read a watch....

(He stops mid-sentence and looks at Deadman's ample wrist that is wrapped with an equally ample watch.)

Pete: I see you got a watch on you why don't you do what you can't seem to do in your career take a bit of personal responsibility... flip your hand over and read your own damn watch!

(Deadman smiles, raises his brows, and shrugs, observing the face of his own watch before locking his calm eyes once again on the face, that of Pete Greenhouse. )

Deadman: Oh, but it's a bit too late, Pete. Too late for you. Too late for Joseph. Too late for everyone here that remains. For the time is now. And now is the time that judgment has come to pass. The time where the alert and the latent were changed in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye. The time is now. The time when the last trumpet has already played its final note. The time when the dead in Christ have already gathered in the clouds. The time when the rest -- the living -- the unraptured -- you, Joseph, and the millions watching at home, are left to face the tribulation of the Horsemen. This time was prophesized, Pete. It was written, and it has come to be... And in the words of Thanatos, none shall stand in our way.

(Pete glances at his own watch. Scratches his head and glances back at his own watch again.)

Pete: And You say I am not the one who can not tell time, I mean that was a pretty speech but I don't see that on my watch is that Mountain or Eastern Standard time?

Deadman: Ahh, but Pete... you are ignorant.... for are limiting your knowledge only to that of which is visible to the naked eye. But Pete, know that there are more things in heaven and earth than what one can imagine! You are only limiting yourself to the numbers that appear on the clock, and not the underlying message�

(Pete throws his voice over Deadman's and their voices clash when Deadman says seeing is not believing, but believing is seeing.)

Pete: Now just you hold it right there. I have sat here, I have listened to your crap, and I have tried to allow you to speak your mind, but will not sit here and listen while you say I am limiting myself! Who are you to tell me what I know, and what I don't? Let me tell you something... I got two books at my bedside. The first is the N.E.W rules and regulations handbook and the second is the king James bible. And I know my relationship with god, but this is not Sunday service and this is not the Horsemen soap box! But I will leave you with this though, and I shall not bear false witness.

(Pete pauses, takes a deep breath, and disallows Deadman to respond to his frustration.)

Pete: I saw that puzzled look on your face earlier... When I asked you how it felt to cheat someone? Yeah, that's the one... and well, you said you didn't. So I want you to look at this.

(A TV slides out of the floor between Deadman and Pete Greenhouse, the screen flickers to life and the following image appears:)

Image on TV: (Deadman reaches into the ring and grabs hold of Joey's injured shoulder than placing over top of the bottom rope he begins to slam down Joey's elbow onto the rope causing Joey to scream out in pain each time. Deadman then takes the middle rope, and pulls it under the bottom of Joeys arm locking him down. Slowly, Deadman scrambles to the other side of the ring and begins to grab at Joey's other arm in an attempt to look the other arm in the ropes.)

Jason: What is Deadman doing?

Brain: Simple. He is trying to immobilize Joey by locking him in the ring, now that is an effective strategy.

Sara: Well that strategy may back fire if Deadman does not get get back into the ring soon�He is about to be counted out�

Diamond Mine: 7�8�..

Jason: Deadman back into the ring now�. and Joey is still locked in and is struggling to get out. Deadman grabbing the foot of Rival�Oh he's lifted Joey's whole body off of the canvas by his foot and sends him crashing to the ground now�This is just a merciless beating what kind of sick twisted beast is Deadman to use such a dirty maneuver! I mean this is not even legal! Someone stops this! Oh and thank god Diamond mine has ordered Deadman to back off and break the hold so Joey can get out.

(The screen darkens and Pete continues to speak.)

Pete: So if you did not cheat Joey, what the hell was that?? That certainly was not legal. This was an iron man match -- not an anything goes match, how do you explain this?

Deadman: That's what I like to call teaching brother Joseph how to learn the ropes. Cheating? Hey, if that's the way Diamond Mine saw it, he had every right to disqualify me right there, and hand the belt over to Joseph. Obviously, he decided not to. Besides, I adhered to Diamond's orders when he told me to back off -- that's exactly what I did. Cheating? *Psh*

Pete: Oh my Lord�. Let me ask you something... Did you come on this show to talk about this match open and honestly? Or to declare you a candidate for political office? I have not seen tap-dancing that fine since what Bill Clinton said when they asked him if he did it with Monica! I think you are in the wrong profession my good man I really do....

Deadman: We have what they call Prime Ministers in Canada.... Regardless, whether you see that I cheated Joseph or not, it is my duty as a Horseman to use any means necessary to fulfill His prophecy. It it means using the ropes to get the job done? Then so be it. Above and beyond, Diamond Mine didn't count me out, he let the match continue, and whether he liked it or not, he made his decision 30 seconds before the 60 minute mark.

(Pete just looks disgusted and fumes for a minute before responding.)

Pete: Oh give me a break. Look, you called me and I must admit I am a bit surprised, but I came here tonight and I thought you really wanted to talk, but that is apparently not the case, I ask you honest questions about your match you talk about my watch. I try to get answers from you about your behavior you give me hollow words and phony speeches. I do not know why you even called for an interview! You could have sat here and talked to a sock for all you have given me, and the millions of fans watching at home. Hell, I could go on with questioning you but you would find a way to dodge any sort of responsibility for your actions, I mean what's next? How low will you sink? I guess next you will blame Carl Knox for Joey's loss!

(Pete gets aggravated and takes off his lapel microphone.)

Pete: (with his voice muffled from the lack of microphone) I cannot sit here and participate in this farce anymore! I got one last question... I know it really doesn't matter what I say because you will just find another BS answer so here it is.... What it the meaning of mayonnaise?

(Pete storms off the scene yelling behind him.)

Pete: Good night run the rest of this interview on your own. I am out of here.

(The camera focuses back on Deadman who sits now alone across from an empty couch with the question of mayonnaise floating at the back of his head. After a brief moment of silence, Deadman begins to speak again, still staring in the direction where Pete had formally sat.)

Deadman: Mayonnaise. A dressing made of beaten raw egg yolk, oil, lemon juice or vinegar, and seasonings. Some call it Miracle Whip... it's meaning? Well, it's meant for sandwiches, salads, and vegetable dishes of course.

(Deadman shakes his head.)

Deadman: It's funny though -- not mayonnaise, of course... but Pete. How he tells me that I'll blame Carl Knox for Joseph's loss, when it was he who was trying to make up the excuses for little Rival to begin with.

(He shrugs.)

Deadman: But I guess that's what you get these days... People who don't listen to the word that was written, the words that I spoke when I tried to warn them, nor themselves. I know you listen though, right Eddie?

(The camera remains focussed on Deadman as the people wonder whom this Eddie is, that has taken Pete's place.)

Deadman: Yeah, you always listen. But you know what else is funny? Carl Knox... and how he comes out in the main event after tapping out to imon Tyrell before he was kicked around by Blackbird 13, and claims that such was evidence of his number one condentership for the heavyweight championship. That's funny. But sure, I'd gladly accept his challenge... with Abark's consent, of course.

(He raises his brow in account to Abark's word association segment at Rebirth.)

Deadman: That's another thing.... Another thing I found funny, I mean; Abark. You know, how he associated Carl with the word joke and me with the word overrated?

(Deadman backtracked his words for a moment and then rethought.)

Deadman: Overrated, hm? You're going to have to help me with that one Eddie.

(The camera pans over to the seat where Pete had previously sat. It's still empty. The camera focusses on the empty seat for a moment before panning downwards and fading out on the two oil drop eyes of a brownish grey, pointy headed, whisker-twitching-nosed... mouse.)

Jason: Well everyone, thank you for joining us tonight, and be sure to watch SlamDance next week, when much will come to head.....Goodnight....