SEITZER: Knock, knock.

(RANDALLS looks at SEITZER and his grin fades quickly…SEITZER sits down next to RANDALLS)

SEITZER: It took awhile, and I swear you wouldn't believe this.  But I found information on all this.  (SEITZER holds up the manila envelope)  I gotta say, Mike - I don't know what this means to you, but…

(RANDALLS grabs the papers and looks at them, with a defeated look on his face…)

RANDALLS: This is everything?

SEITZER: Yeah, its everything.  Listen Mike, I don't know why you're looking for this stuff.  But its really fascinating… 

RANDALLS (staring coldly at Seitzer): You mention ANY of this, I'll rip your head off when I get back.

SEITZER: Get back?  Where are you going?

RANDALLS (while looking at the papers):  Wherever these lead me.  This could be the end of my path…

SEITZER (obviously confused): Ok…we still got a deal right?

RANDALLS: Yeah, if this is what I think it is…when I get back, you'll get your interview.

(BRIEF FADEOUT - the picture FADES IN to RANDALLS in his street clothes walking the halls of the San Diego Sports Arena.  He's wearing a black t-shirt, jeans and sandals.  He's been stitched up.  He's walking towards the exit door as suddenly MARK WINDHAM comes running up from behind…)

WINDHAM: HEY!  STOP!

(RANDALLS stands motionless than turns around, with a blank look on his face…)

WINDHAM: What the HELL WAS THAT about?

RANDALLS: What?

WINDHAM: (BLEEP!)ing FLAIR.  That's WHAT.

RANDALLS: Listen, when you came back -  I never asked for any favors.  You decided on YOUR OWN to get involved.  Tonight, I tried to keep you out of it, but you didn't want to...you decided to walk the path, Mark.  Nobody told you to.

WINDHAM: Yeah, well bringing that low-down, piece of trash isn't my idea of keeping me out of it.  And if you think I'm backing off that path - you're DEAD wrong.

(RANDALLS smirks almost sadly, tho…)

RANDALLS: Ironic - I was just thinking how wrong I might be about much more than that…

(WINDHAM looks confused for a second and RANDALLS quickly turns around and opens the exit door and walks out.  WINDHAM chases after him, but comes to a stop as RANDALLS gets in a cab.  WINDHAM turns around, where standing off to the side he sees ELI FLAIR.  Both WINDHAM and FLAIR stare hard at each other…FLAIR turns around and retreats back into the shadows of a dimly lit hall.  WINDHAM watches him for a few moments and then continues on his own way…FADE TO BLACK)

BB:  Fans, before we get the Main Event underway, we'd like to show some footage from a house show in Sacramento a few night ago.  My boy, Billy Buckley, had a special in-ring interview with the CSWA World Champion, Evan Aho.  Let's take a look.

(The video wall shifts from the PRIMETIME logo to the footage.)

BILLY BUCKLEY:  My guest tonight is a bit reluctant to grant this in-ring segment, so I’d like all our fans to make him feel welcome…

(CUE UP: “Control” by Puddle of Mudd - big POP from the capacity crowd)

BILLY:  It’s my pleasure to introduce the reigning CSWA World Heavyweight Champion…EVAN AHO!

(The video wall lights up with black and white footage of Aho running through opponents.  Evan steps out from behind the curtain and doesn’t pause for even a split-second en route to the ring. Dressed in baggy jeans, Doc Martens and a gray t-shirt, the champ breezes past the out-stretched arms of ringside fans as though they didn’t exist.  He carries the twenty-pound World Title loosely by the distal end and carelessly tosses it into the ring before sliding under the bottom rope.  As he gets to his feet, Aho grabs the belt by its strap again and lets it drag on the mat as he faces Billy Buckley.  Buckley smiles and allows the crowd to quiet down.  Evan is expressionless, neither anxious nor patient, not happy or irritated, just focused on Buckley.)

BILLY:  First of all congratulations on two great wins at A2K1, how does it feel to be holding the biggest prize in our sport?

AHO:  About twenty pounds heavier…thank God they don’t make me wear it during my matches.

(Buckley laughs as does the crowd.  Aho doesn’t laugh and seems surprised by the reaction and looks around a bit uncomfortably. Billy quickly attempts to fill the dead air.)

BILLY:  Well, heavy hangs the head that wears the crown.

(Evan is back to the stone-faced stare.  Buckley’s attempt at humor leaves Evan completely removed.)

BILLY:  Or in our case…heavy…um…never mind.  Let’s talk about your opponent at Primetime, Wicked Sight.  There are a lot of common threads between you two.  Both you and Michael Plett are from the state of Washington.  You both are part of the “new generation” of CSWA wrestlers along with Triple X, Shane Southern and Lawrence Stanley among others.  Both you and Sight have made an immediate impact on the league’s title scene. However, Sight has made it very clear that HE wants to be the one to be the standard-bearer for CSWA.  Evan, you’re the World Champion…does that seem like an intrusion on your territory?

AHO:  How so?

BILLY:  Well, it seems pretty obvious to anyone who follows wrestling that the Heavyweight Champ would be the man to set the tone for this sport. (pop from the crowd)  Wouldn’t that make it seem that Sight is trying to assume some of your responsibility?

AHO:  MY responsibility?  Listen, Wicked Sight senses a “feeling” (he uses finger quotes) about this league.  He’s got this idea that the young guys are going to get held back and he wants the “new blood” (he uses finger quotes in the air) to mutiny or petition or band together… something…I don’t know, so that it doesn’t happen.  I don’t get that feeling. I’M not getting held back.  Like Sight said, I busted my ass. you make your own opportunities.  But I’m not going to waste my energy trying to open up holes for anyone else.  If I’m part of this new generation, so what?  I sure as hell didn’t come to the group meeting.

(Buckley is taken aback and sputters.  The crowd is silent.  Aho waits for a minute then, without another word, steps out of the ring and walks up the ramp.  Buckley looks frustrated and raises the microphone to call Aho back, but stops and just gets out of the ring shaking his head.)

(The video wall cuts back to the PRIMETIME logo, then superimposed the words MAIN EVENT over top.)

BB:  The World Championship is up for grabs… it’s two of the brightest young stars to have ever arrived in this business at the same time, and two of the most different, but they’re both fan favorites.  It’s funny, how almost identically their careers have progressed, but how differently they approach everything.

SB:  Who ever thought… I’m cheering for Evan Aho.

BB:  Well, these fans are going to be split between two men from the same state…

(CUE UP:  “Just Got Wicked” by Cold – the crowd goes wild)

SB:  Whatever these bums see in Mike Plett, I don’t like it.  Greasy hair, cheap band t-shirts… what is it with him?

BB:  He’s real and he can get the job done in the ring.  But perhaps no one can get the job in the ring done quite as well as Evan Aho, a true student of the game.  He wants to be the greatest wrestler to ever set foot in between the ropes, and the gold around his waist says to us that he is just that right now. 

(CUE UP:  “Blood, Milk, and Sky” by White Zombie – the crowd volume goes up even louder)

BB:  Wicked Sight wants to take away his right to make that claim, but for him, he wants to win this because of emotions…he wants to carry the responsibilities of the league, he wants to be the standard bearer, maybe for selfish reasons or maybe because he cares… but Evan Aho is in this to wrestle, and once the bell rings these two are going to give it everything they have.

SB:  I hate Sight.  He said he doesn’t want to wrestle Aho… this is the CS… W… A.  The W means WRESTLING.

BB:  What he means, Sammy, is that he may not “outwrestle” Aho, but he can win. 

SB:  Does that mean he’s going to cheat?

BB:  Shut up!  Benny Worthington is calling the shots on this one… Aho and Sight are staring down in the ring, both expressionless… for all the emotions that Sight showed just moments ago, he’s suppressing them right here.  Both men back to their corners, and the bell sounds…

SB:  Sight’s going to cheat!

BB:  I've told you about that.  He charges Evan. Evan side steps, Sight springboards to the top rope and comes off with a plancha already, but Evan ducks and Sight rolls through and is back to his feet, Aho goes for a hip toss but Sight with a block, Aho lets go and Sight with a boot to the midsection, and now a chop to the chest, and another, the champion is reeling and Mike Plett sends him to the ropes…follows in with a clothesline and Evan Aho goes over the top rope, and now Sight showing some emotion… He’s signaling to the crowd and they seem to be behind him as much as Aho!

SB:  Shows what they know.  He's a freak!

BB:  Well, tar and feathers are the farthest things from Sight’s mind right now, as Evan Aho is regrouping outside, and he comes back in.  He’s going to want to ground Sight and most likely seclude a body part…

SB:  Interesting observation, Mr. Spock…

BB:  Huh?

SB:  Mr. Spock…

BB:  Damnit, Sam, I’m a commentator not a Star Trek fan… I like Star Wars.

SB:  Call the match, Bones.

BB:  Evan is tying Sight up, he twists the right arm now and he’s hammering away at it with elbow, it looks like he’s going to attack that shoulder, and what a sound strategy by the heavyweight champ, Sight uses that arm to throw the View To A Kill and that’s the move that almost always wins the big matches for Plett…

SB:  The Freak wins matches?

BB:  Aho with a series of chops to Sight, Sight goes down each time and you can hear the impact, and he’ working that arm at the same time… the entire world knows that Sight has had trouble with that arm since Cardigo almost ended his career after Independence Day 2000, and Evan Aho is exploiting it with no sympathy whatsoever…

SB:  Way to go, Evan!  I knew this kid could do something right.

BB:  And more off, if Sight doesn’t have his shoulder, kicking out of Ecstasy, that Tiger Driver that Aho use, would be almost impossible.  Evan shoots Sight into the far side, and he goes for a clothesline, but Sight ducks the arm and springs up, 360 DEGREE CLOTHESLINE OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE BAD ARM, AND SIGHT IS ON THE MAT CLINCHING HIS ARM ALREADY!

SB:  Evan almost got decapitated!  Get up champ!

BB:  You hate Aho!

SB:  Unless he’s fighting Mike Plett!

BB:  Evan is the first man up, and he goes for a forearm to the side of Sight’s head, wraps the arm up again, and now a kick to the midsection, and there goes a Single Armed DDT by the champion!  A cover and a count… one… no, Sight kicks out at one and folks, you’ve got to believe that Sight won’t give up on his dream that easily.

SB:  He ought to!

BB:  Sight is firing with his good hand, shots to the side of Evan’s head, and here’s where their styles clash, Sight with a quick dropkick to the knee and Aho falls over, Sight with a quick Magistral Cradle, THAT is a wrestling move and the ref counts… one… two… NO!  Sight almost pulled a fast one on Evan Aho , and now both men are up and Sight hits another dropkick, Evan reels into the ropes and Sight follows in with a monkey flip, but Aho lands on his feet!  Plett clinching his arm and getting his wind back, but Aho from behind… DOUBLE ARMBAR… TIGER SUPLEX!  TIGER SUPLEX AND EVAN DOESN’T BOTHER WITH A COVER, THAT HAD TO DAMAGE SIGHT’S ARM!

SB:  Yes!

BB:  Wicked Sight is clutching his arm right now, folks, and it appears as if Evan Aho has the upper hand in this contest, and he’s setting Sight up for some sort of suplex… he’s got a hammerlock in, he throws it!  Sight gets out in the air, with a flip, now a boot to the midsection by the challenger and he’s setting up a cradle piledriver, but Evan’s fighting… Sight’s arm can’t hold the weight, a back body drop by Evan Aho , but Sight holds on with one arm, with a rollup, but he’s letting go of the pin to get some sort of submission in… he’s got a one legged crab on, using the good arm to his advantage…

SB:  If Sight were to squeak out a victory, it wouldn’t matter!

BB:  Why is that Sammy?

SB:  That punk is going to be on injured reserves with that arm!

BB:  He may very well be, but Evan Aho is screaming in pain right now, Sight just rolled this crab into an STF and he’s using that good arm to his advantage again, Wicked Sight is not normally a mat wrestler, but he’s apparently been working on it for his match with Aho, but Aho reaches the ropes and Sight releases the hold, a little reluctantly… there’s quite the rivalry running between the two.  There’s a difference in philosophies but both men respect each other’s in-ring ability, and it’s showing because both of these men are struggling to win this match.

SB:  Sight especially is struggling...as usual.

BB:  You never quit.  Wicked Sight sends Evan into the ropes, THERE GOES THE VIEW TO A KILL!  NO!  AHO BROKE HIS HEAD LOOSE AT THE LAST SECOND, SIGHT COULDN’T HOLD ON WITH THAT INJURED ARM!  Aho goes to the mat and he’s applying a double arm bar now… a bridging double arm bar, a cattle mutilation, whatever it is, Wicked Sight is screaming his head off, but if I know Wicked Sight, he’ll die in the center of the ring before he taps out! 

SB:  He can’t tap, his arm is tied up!

BB:  He won’t anyway, but this move could very well put away Wicked Sight for the pinfall.  Evan knows exactly what he’s doing and these fans are cheering for someone, there’s no way to tell who… and finally, Evan breaks the hold but the damage is done, Michael Plett is clutching his shoulder and the look across his young face certainly is hiding some of the pain that he’s going through…

SB:  If that’s hiding it… then he’s going to need EMTs…

BB:  Aho sends Sight into the ropes and Sight tries to do SOMETHING but Evan wraps up a sleeper hold… Sight is going to wear down quickly here… Sight going down… VIEW TO A KILL!  HE GOT IT OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THAT BAD ARM! 

SB:  He can’t make the pin though!

BB:  BOTH MEN ARE DOWN, IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE, AND AHO HAS DOMINATED THIS MATCH, BUT WICKED SIGHT JUST LEVELED THE PLAYING FIELD, AND THAT’S WHY HE DESERVES TO BE HERE!  BOTH MEN ARE DOWN AND BEN WORTHINGTON IS COUNTING THE TEN COUNT!

SB:  I can’t believe this!

BB:  These two men have had an extremely intense match this far, and I can only expect to see more, because these two men have no quit in their soul…

(CUE UP:  “Ride of the Valkyries”)

BB:  What is GUNS doing here?

SB:  The Strongest Arms in the World just ran down the ramp… IT’S TIME FOR WICKED SIGHT TO PAY FOR SMARTING OFF!  IT’S TIME FOR THE FREAK TO PAY THE PRICE!

BB:  What the Hell does he think he’s doing?  This is for the World Title!

SB:  He just hit the Bionic Kneelift on Sight!  YES!  He may smell like piss, but even he can get it right every once in a while.

BB:  WICKED SIGHT IS IN THE MIDDLE OF A MATCH, SAMMY!  THIS ONE IS OVER, EVAN AHO IS STILL THE CHAMP, BUT THE STORY IS GUNS AND WICKED SIGHT… GUNS throws Sight into the corner and charges in and Sight rolls out of the way!  GUNS came up with turnbuckle!  SIGHT ROLLS IN, HE’S GOING FOR A MODIFIED VIEW TO A KILL, BUT GUNS CATCHES HIM, SIGHT’S ARM CAN’T TAKE IT!  GUNS IS HEADED TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING!

SB:  What’s he going to do with Sight?

BB:  GOOD LORD!  WICKED SIGHT JUST CRASHED THROUGH OUR TABLE!  GUNS JUST DESTROYED WICKED SIGHT AND HE COST HIM HIS SHOT AT THE WORLD TITLE IN THE PROCESS!

(CUT TO:  Middle of the ramp, Evan Aho is holding his head with the world title dangling from his hand, with a look of disgust, then heads up the ramp.)

BB:  Aho is still the champ, and it doesn’t look like he is going to save Sight…

SB:  He doesn’t care about “the cause”… and neither do I!  Even if this is our table… this is great!

(CUT TO:  GUNS in the center of the ring, staring down at Wicked Sight, with a smile across his face.)