By Enigma and Daniel Darling

Win= 0 Loss= 0 Draw= 0

*The screen opens with the man who Daniel Darlings regards as his top prospect here in TPW, The Enigma. Daniel Darling recently announced that TPW would be having a world championship tournament, and by some stroke of bizarre luck, Enigma is involved in a first round match. For some unknown reason, Enigma is charging around his locker room, with his arms outstretched, making plane noises.....*

Enigma: Buzzzzzz....... Nawwwwww Rat-a-tat-a-tat..... this is wing bomber number one... come in base I'm going down, come in base!!!

*CRACK! Daniel swings open the door violently causing Enigma to run straight into it. Daniel enters the room impatiently, flailing his arms about.*

Daniel Darling: Oh Jesus!! What the in the bloody hell is wrong with that pillock Joseph?! And Enigma, why the hell are you on the floor you stupid little bugger?

*Enigma, rolls over and checks for blood. He notices a small trickle running down his face and whips it off before making his way to his feet.*

Enigma: Engine failure.

Daniel Darling: Engine failure? What the hell are you on? Oh no.... dont tell me....

*Daniel looks around, and notices the small square of paper with Bart Simpson's picture one it, he picks it up and shows Enigma it...*

Daniel Darling: Oh this isn't what I think it is, is it?

Enigma: Ohhhhh Yeaaaah Brother!

Daniel Darling: Oh for god sakes, I told you before, dont lick rub on tattoo's! You always think you a washed up has been who doesn't know when to quit after you lick this stuff.

*Enigma plays little attention what so ever and just climbs onto the table in the center of the room and starts clasping his ear*

Enigma: Ohh yeah brother! What ya gonna do? What ya gonna do when I....When I....When I...

*Enigma suddenly burns out and drops unconscious to the table and starts snoring heavily.*

Daniel Darling: Jesus. I can handle a drug addict. I can handle a unruly employee. So why cant I handle a whacked out little commie bastard who gets stoned from licking rub on tattoo's! Bah, to hell with it. Curtis should just about be finished shooting his mouth off, so I can go out there and have a "friendly chat".

* Daniel turns to exit the room, as Enigma lays on the table, drooling from the mouth.....*

-In the main part of the arena Curtis Law has just finished his promo he then drops the mic on the ground and gets up on the top rope. He lifts both arms up as the crowd cheer. Curtis gets down and leaves the ring. He begins to walk up the ramp to a standing ovation he gets half way up the ramp then suddenly....-

...Down fell the stars, as they splashed in the sea.

"MI NOMINE BAPHOMET"...

*Suddenly, the eerie guitar riff from Bad Omen by Megadeth hits the P.a system, shortly followed by the haunting first line. The Co-Owner of the TPW, Daniel Darling, makes his way out onto the stage. He no longer appears the nervous wreck he was earlier, he is back to his cool, calm, collective self. He is grinning like the cat who got the cream. He lifts his mic to his mouth...*

Daniel Darling: Well. Well. Well. Curtis Law. "The man in charge". You talk big for such a worthless man. Wait wait wait, before any of you say anything, I would like to bring you attention to the fact that my dear brother has officially quit the TPW. Meaning me, Daniel Darling, is now 100% officially owner! Yes, thats right me! No longer do you hold any swing here. If it were upto me, I would fire you on the spot. But unfortunately, you were smart enough to get my fool of a brother to right you up a half decent contract. The gist of it is that if I fire you, you can pretty much sue the my bloody bum off. So ive decided, your gonna be destroyed by the loose cannon that is ATM instead.

* Suddenly, a semi stoned Enigma wanders blindly onto the stage*

Enigma: Yo bizzznitchs   I's in ah house mother daddys! Hey yo. Cutaasss Lam. I's da man ya hear? and another thing-

*BANG! Enigma drops unconscious again*

Daniel: Jesus! Look here Law. Alought he dont look like it now, this is the next world champion. This is the man who will stop your career. This is THE ENIGMA.

*Daniel Darling bends down and grabs Enigma under both arms and drags him to his feet. They slowly exit the arena, and Curtis Law looks on, not sure weather to cry, or laugh. Or both*