(The scene opens up to an aerial view of a glossy black Rolls Royce Phantom limousine travelling east bound along I-70. We continue to track the vehicle from overhead as it takes the Union Boulevard exit, breaking away from the majority of the surrounding traffic. Our view quickly descends and enters inside the limo, where we see SSW President Jason Hartnell, Vice President Dean Jacobs, Senior Advisor Dan Pandora, and Felix Johnson sitting in the back with somber expressions on their faces. Harty and Krunch are sitting at opposite ends of the limo, with Felix positioned between the two and Dean Jacobs sitting directly across from the trio. Harty is wearing a white Affliction Damma zip-up hoodie with a Krunch "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished" t-shirt slightly visible underneath, dark blue True Religion jeans and a pair of black Converse Chuck Taylor sneakers -- a Suunto X10 military watch adorning his left wrist. Dan is wearing black street clothing, his hands already wrapped in black tape and his hair wet down. The mood in the limo is extremely tense, with the SSW execs extremely aware of the hostile territory they find themselves in...)

[Felix Johnson]:: Damn, this has to be the quietest car ride I've ever experienced. Ya know, I almost fell asleep... and for once it wasn't due to a Brent Kersh promo.

[Jason Hartnell]:: Yeah, well, I'm only here to keep an eye on my talent -- that's it.

[Dan Pandora]:: Well, I'm not your talent. Tonight, I'm not even your Senior Advisor. I'm off the books and what you need to understand is that I'm just another independent contractor.

[Jason Hartnell]:: Who said I was talking about you, Mr. Self Absorbed? You didn't even have the decency to tell me you were competing tonight.

[Dan Pandora]:: I know you don't hear this often, but the universe does not revolve around Jason Hartnell.

[Jason Hartnell]:: Nor does common courtesy, apparently. One thing's for sure -- no one can accuse me of not showing company spirit.

(Dean and Felix can be seen to be visibly uncomfortable as the tension between Dan and Harty continues to escalate. Felix reaches into the nearby liquor cabinet and removes a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label scotch, pouring himself a glass before holding it up...)

[Felix Johnson]:: Anyone else feel like a drink?

[Dean Jacobs]:: Sure, Felix. That'd be great.

[Felix Johnson]:: No worries. Harty?

[Jason Hartnell]:: Unless you're passing out loaded handguns, Felix, how about shutting the fuck up?

[Dan Pandora]:: Too bad you don't follow your own advice.

[Jason Hartnell]:: Excuse me?

[Dean Jacobs]:: (quickly changing the subject) Harty, you need to be prepared for the possibility that you might be required to compete tonight as well. There's been no official schedule released in terms of matches so it's a lottery at this point. Don't be surprised if your number gets called.

[Jason Hartnell]:: You don't think I realize that? I'm more than aware of that potential scenario.

[Dan Pandora]:: If it'll make you both feel safer, you can stay here in the limo for the rest of the night. Dean's still sporting the stench of Dirden's ownage and I certainly wouldn't want Mrs. Sadistic to worry about her precious... precious.

[Jason Hartnell]:: I wouldn't go making jokes you streak of piss, considering the only vows you'll ever exchange will be with your right hand. Besides, the last time I was in the ring with a Pandora -- he didn't get back up. Remember that.

[Dan Pandora]:: The last time anyone was in a ring with that particular Pandora, he never got back up. Remember that, bub.

[Felix Johnson]:: Guys, come on...

[Jason Hartnell & Dan Pandora]:: SHUT THE FUCK UP, FELIX!

(At this point the limousine pulls up directly out the front of the Chase Park Plaza Hotel, slowly coming to a halt...)

[Dean Jacobs]:: Well, looks like we're here.

[Jason Hartnell]:: Let's get this over with.

(Harty quickly throws his car door open, exiting the vehicle without delay...)

[Dan Pandora]:: Fuck it.

(Dan stands up and exits through the limo roof window as Dean and Felix are seen to exit out one of the side doors...)

[Felix Johnson]:: I don't get paid enough to deal with this bullshit...

[Dan Pandora]:: (walking away) Figures, you have a cheap employer...

[Jason Hartnell]:: (calling out to Dan) Felix could be in for a huge raise if I cut just one SSW employee's position... Senior Smartass.

[Dean Jacobs]:: (sighing) I have a feeling this is going to be a long night.

(The group head for the main entrance, Dan and Harty refusing to walk near each other as the camera pans toward the general attendance entrance of the building where a line of fans are waiting to get into tonight's first Wrestling at the Chase event in nearly twenty years, we see SSW announcers Matt Ford and Willy Williams speaking with security about entering The Chase.)

[Matt Ford]:: Look. We've got to be on that list. We're SSW broadcast journalist for heaven's sake! Are you really trying to tell me Dirden isn't going to allow freedom of press at this event?

[Security Guard]:: Look brah, yain't on the list.

(Just then, the entrance to The Chase opens up and the one and only SSW Heavyweight Champion... Jake Dirden pops his head out, smiling at the SSW announce crew.)

[Jake Dirden]:: Oh, gentlemen... actually, you're services aren't needed this evening. I've found replacements for you that are... more than suitable.

[Willy Williams]:: Are you kidding me Dirden?! You're scared we won't spin your bullsh...?

[Jake Dirden]:: (interrupting) Whoa! Willy, Willy, Willy. Take it easy buddy. (pauses for a moment staring at Willy) Ya know what? I like your fire Willy. Maybe we could use somebody like you tonight. Come on in.

(Just as both Willy and Matt move to enter The Chase the security guard sticks out his giant paw to stop Ford.)

[Security Guard]:: The boss said (pointing toward Williams) he goes. Not you.

(Willy shoots his announce partner an uncertain look and quickly ducks into the entrance. A moment later, DirdEY doubles back and sticks his head out the door once again.)

[Jake Dirden]:: Oh, Matt... if you wanted to get in. You could try just like all these other fans though. Now granted, the Chase Park Plaza isn't as big as the typical wrestling venue SSW would normally draw a crowd to, so tonight I had to come up with a... creative way to decide who to let in and who to turn away.

(Dirden reaches out and hands a stack of papers to the security guard sitting at the door, and then hands the top copy to Matt Ford.)

[Jake Dirden]:: It's a simple questionnaire. Just fill out this list of questions and hand your answers to the nice gentleman here. And hopefully, just hopefully you'll... 'qualify' to get into the show tonight as a fan.

(Ford looks down and begins reading the questionnaire aloud to himself.)

[Matt Ford]:: Number one, are you a fan of Jake Dirden? Number two, are you a fan of Jason Hartnell? Number three... do you believe in The Design?! (looking back up to Dirden) What is this? Some kind of joke?! You're gonna end up with a mob of misfits and anarchists in there.

[Jake Dirden]:: (with an evil smile)... let's hope so.

(Dirden chuckles a bit as he slides back inside as the door slams hard. Matt ford looks down at the propaganda/questionaire and shakes his head in disgust as the scene fades.)

(Dirden's voice echoes as the image of Jason Hartnell at the end of the first episode of South Beach Sunday plays in rewind and stops abruptly on his cold stare standing over the fallen SSW Vice President Dean Jacobs. Static... and then the image is immediately cut to black. Static. And then . . . grainy black and white images of the following events are shown in succession.)

Matt Ford: Ladies and gentlemen, that is our SSW production truck out back. What exactly is Jake Dirden doing out there?!

{Dirden opens the door and pulls his DirdEY TV cameraman inside with him...}

Jake Dirden: That's it! You're finished! Shut it down! Everything off. Now! Turn everything off.

{Suddenly the office door swings open, much to the surprise of Morales as he backs away cautiously. After a moment's pause... Jake Dirden emerges with a stoic expression on his face. His lips slowly curl as he starts to smirk, focused straight ahead past the camera. DirdEY's eyes narrow as he walks with purpose out of scene. As the camera slowly pans back to the office door, we see the SSW President Jason Hartnell approach the now stunned Jorge Morales. The SSW interviewer looks up to Hartnell for his non-verbal reaction, stunned at what he just saw. Hartnell looks back uncertain as the camera slowly zooms on the SSW President before fading to black...}

(Static takes over the screen and then subsides transitioning the camera shot to Jake Dirden at Uprising making his major announcement.)

Jake Dirden: I told President Hartnell that if he wanted to keep me out of his ring it was very simple... there was only one demand that I needed met... (stops and focuses on the hard camera for emphasis) at this time anyway.

(The scene quick zooms in on DirdEY's face.)

Jake Dirden: President Hartnell simply had to promise me one thing... MY VERY OWN SHOW! 

(The scene is cut by static and shifted to alternating faces shocked at the announcement made by DirdEY at Uprising.)

Jake Dirden: On July thirty first at The Chase Park Plaza, DirdEY TV is bringing back Wrestling at the Chase with a... Chase for the Gold!

(The image cuts sharply and zooms to the DirdEY TV Championship belt held high above the SSW Heavyweight Champ's head.)

Jake Dirden: YOU can follow in my greatness as the first ever DirdEY TV Champion.

(The words again echo as the static slowly overcomes the screen and the suddenly snaps away. Voice over audio is heard as the Wrestling at the Chase: Chase for the Gold logo rolls on the screen.)

[Voice Over]:: And now... our wonderful sponsors Angelfire... in association with DirdEY TV... and the Franklin Broadcast Corporation... proudly present . . . WRESTLING AT THE CHASE -- A CHASE FOR THE GOLD!!!

(The scene cuts inside The Grand Ballroom of the Chase Park Plaza to a wild and raucous St. Louis crowd.  Red revolving lights go off throughout The Grand Ballroom as 'Super Bon Bon' by Soul Coughing blares over the P.A. system. A giant banner hangs above the middle of the ring with the image of the SSW Heavyweight Champion, Jake Dirden. DirdEY's likeness is seen on electronic graphics and CGI tickers throughout the old fashioned ballroom. Even the champ's face is imprinted on each turnbuckle cover in the ring. The Wrestling at the Chase logo with a tiny green and black DirdEY TV credit is designed into the canvas covering the ring. The camera pans the audience who seem to be a less stable group of mid-twenties die-hard wrestling fans. Middle fingers pop up at random toward the camera as it covers the first couple of rows from a handheld camera in the ring. The scene immediately cuts to large spray-painted sign that reads 'NO MATTER WHO WINS... WE RIOT'. Suddenly 'Super Bon Bon' fades and the voice of DirdEY TV Studios head of personel, Wally comes over the sound system.)

[Wally]:: Ladies and germs... now... it is time for host with the most. Fasten your seatbelts, 'cause we're in for a bumpy ride. This is your master of ceremonies and the SSW Heavyweight Champion (mimmicking Michael Buffer) of the Woooooooooooooooorld... the one... the only... Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake Diiiiiiiiiiirdeeeennnnnnnnnnnn!!!

(The pre-selected and pro-Dirden crowd go wild for their hometown hero as he tears open the curtains as the first lyrics hit the P.A. system.)

(The big gold SSW Heavyweight Championship belt hangs around DirdEY's waist as he throws both fists in the air soaking in the adulation of this mentally off-balanced audience.)

[Wrestling at the Chase Audience]:: Dirden! Dirden! Dirden!

(The fans explosive standing ovation continues and nearly drowns out 'Hate Me Now' by Nas. Pyro fixed to the light structure above the ring detonate as DirdEY stomps down the thin metal ramp toward the ring. Fans reach out to touch the champion as he storms head down to the ring, with a determined look in his eye.)

(Jake climbs the ring steps in the corner and wipes his boots on the apron before stopping... and slowly turning toward the audience and subsequently the hard camera with an evil grin on his face. The fans erupt as he repositions his body towards the crowd, this time taking off the SSW Heavyweight Championship, and holding it up for display. Dirden plays to the nearly violent crowd in The Chase and quickly cuts through the ropes and to the middle of the ring where he once again poses -- championship high above his head. 'Hate Me Now' slowly fades as the St. Louis faithful show their appreciation for a decade of wrestling from their homegrown grappler.)

[Wrestling at the Chase Audience]:: WELCOME HOME! WELCOME HOME! WELCOME HOME!

(Dirden throws the SSW Heavyweight Championship belt over his left shoulder and stands motionless, head looking up to the rafters, but eyes closed taking in the moment. DirdEY's eyes open and he smiles walking to the ropes to retrieve a DirdEY TV microphone.)

[Jake Dirden]:: Folks, you're on DirdEY TV!

(The fans erupt in a chorus of cheers.)

[Jake Dirden]:: And for cheap pop's sake... live in St. Louis, Missouri!

(The fans come alive nearly blowing the roof off The Grand Ballroom at The Chase. Young fans can be seen first row ringside with wild eyes literally jumping up and down in anticipation. The crowd is at a fever pitch as DirdEY bites his bottom lip in blood-lust.)

[Jake Dirden]:: Tonight... we will crown the first ever... DirdEY TV Champion! (breaking into a fast paced rant) This isn't your boring watered down broadcast from the coast. No, no. This is the heart of professional wrestling coming to you from the heart of America. We are the gateway to the west, which means you gotta go through us.

(Thunderous ovation at the line as Dirden pauses.)

[Jake Dirden]:: (picking up the pace even more) This is the show me state and we got plenty to show, but you best bet we definitely got the go. This ain't chillin' out down in south beach. This... is... wrestling! This is Wrestling at the Chase... a Chase for the Gold!

(The St. Louis crowd goes crazy for the mention of Wrestling at the Chase, one of the most popular fixtures in the city's television history. 'Hate Me Now' again plays as the fans attempt touch the SSW Heavyweight Championship draped over Dirden's shoulder as he exits the ring and heads back up the metal ramp to the curtains.  Jake stops at the edge of the stage and turns back toward the hand held camera following him and winks. DirdEY chuckles and heads back through the curtain and out of sight as the scene fades.)

(The scene opens in the backstage area. The DirdEY TV camera is focused on a partially open door. You can hear two voices talking inside. The camera man moves in closer and pushes the door open. When we get inside we see Matt Barnes and his agent Gus Jones. Gus is sitting in a chair by a small table. Matt is in the corner looking into a mirror.)

[Gus Jones]:: So how you feeling Matt? This is a big night for you. You get a chance to get in that ring for the first time and prove yourself to everyone.

(Completely ignoring Gus, Matt continues staring at himself in the mirror. Turning his head to see his profile from each side.)

[Matt Barnes]:: Oh I'm feeling great. Look at me. I'm looking good and I'm camera ready.

[Gus Jones]:: Matt please. I'm being serious. I think tonight is very important for you. No better way to start your wrestling career, then to go out and win this event and capture the DirdEY TV Championship. Then you can ride that momentum right into your SSW debut next weekend on South Beach Sunday.

(Matt finally takes his eyes off himself in the mirror. He turns around towards Gus and we finally see a serious side to him.)

[Matt Barnes]:: Oh believe me; I'm more than ready to make my mark on this business tonight. I'm ready for anyone and anything in this tournament. And you know what the best thing is? (pauses) For one night and one night only, I'm going to be the wildcard. Because I'm sure all these posers, that think they're stars, view me as the “typical” newcomer that they don't have to worry about. I know for a fact that no one is expecting the greatness I'm about to show. And I'm going to love seeing all their faces when the new guy walks out of here with the gold. Because we both know Gus, I'm anything than your “typical” rookie. So for one night I'm going to enjoy flying under the radar, but I can guarantee you my low profile won't last long!

(Gus nods his head and quickly dons a smile on his face, as he finally hears that words from Matt he's been waiting for. Matt then turns back around and checks himself in the mirror again.)

[Matt Barnes]:: Now there's something I want you to do for me. I want you to go out by the crowd that was gathered out back and find me two hot women.

[Gus Jones]:: Two hot women? For what?

[Matt Barnes]:: Come on Gus, you don't really think I'm going to let you walk out to the ring with me do you?

[Gus Jones]:: (shakes his head) You really want two random girls walking you out there tonight in your debut?

[Matt Barnes]:: Why wouldn't I? Besides you're the one who said we are also here to give back to the fans. Well there's no bigger joy I can give, than give two lucky girls the privilege of walking out on my arm. Now I know we're in St. Louis and the talent is pretty weak here, but do your best and find some close to my stanards. Now let me have some privacy so I can get ready.

(And with that Gus gets up and starts heading out the door. You can see Matt flexing in the mirror as Gus shuts the door behind him. Scene ends.)

(The opens to Dave Eddy sitting indian style tongue parting his lips in concentration in the makeshift office for DirdEY TV backstage at The Chase. The DirdEY's idiot lackey is surrounded by pictures of Justin Bieber on the floor beside him. Jake Dirden walks into the office and almost trips over him.)

[Jake Dirden]:: What in the hell are you doing down there?

[Dave Eddy]:: Cutting out pictures of Justin Beaver. I didn't know Beaver was spelled B-I-E-B-E-R!

[Jake Dirden]:: That's because it's Bieber not BEAVER! And why on earth are you doing that?

[Dave Eddy]:: Cause Devan Nox says I have to.

[Jake Dirden]:: Of course she did. Is everything thing else taken care of?

[Dave Eddy]:: Yes, sir. Just getting the magazines ready. I didn't realize how much beaver there is in the world!

(DirdEY shakes his heads in frustration.)

[Jake Dirden]:: Just do whatever is in that rider of hers and keep her out of my hair tonight. I want to see as little of Devan Nox as possible.

[Dave Eddy]:: I'm on it!

(Jake Dirden steps around Dave Eddy and almost slips on a pile of cut out pictures of President Obama.)

[Jake Dirden]:: F$@%ing rock stars in wrestling.

(DirdEY scoffs as he grabs a large black book from his travel bag and goes to seat himself behind his mahogany desk which is set up in front of a number of DirdEY TV cameras as the scene cuts to...)

(... the backstage area just beyond the Gorilla position where a number of SSW Superstars are gathered around a live monitor. The camera shot changes to the scene show to the superstars on the monitor in the back. A black leather chair with the initials 'JD' imprinted on the head sits behind a large oak desk when all of a sudden, our master of ceremonies, Jake Dirden takes his seat behind the desk ready to address the 'hands' available tonight for booking.)

[Jake Dirden]:: It's a pleasure to see that you all could make it. Well, I guess not all of you. In fact, absent amongst you are Pete Cormier's hand selected opponent for later this evening... one very special mystery competitor... the Texas Family Man...

(The Chase Park Plaza boos intensely at the mere mention of 'The Enforcer' Brent Kersh.)

[Jake Dirden]::... and a man that is familiar in face, if not in name... I give you... Dominic Pure.

(The camera in DirdEY's office pans right to a door slamming shut and the brawler formerly known as Vinic DuShane now steps into camera shot with his associate.)

[Jake Dirden]:: Say hello to the boys, Dom.

[Dominic Pure]:: Welcome to Thunderdome, bitches.

(The camera widens to show the two chuckling at the remark as Dirden draws his hand to his goatee thinking.)

[Jake Dirden]:: So gentlemen, I'm sure you're all anxious to hear just what we have in store for you this evening. Tonight we will have a series of seven matches . . . 'qualifying' matches. The winner of each contest will 'qualify' for the main event of the show at the end of the night. And the winner of our main event... will be the first ever DirdEY TV Champion. Now... I think it's time for us to take a look at the big board to see who you're facing. Dave!

(The camera shot shifts back to the locker room where the SSW Superstars listen on to the monitor showing Dirden and Pure as DirdEY's lackey Dave Eddy comes scurrying into his mentor's office with a giant black dry-erase board with a list of 'qualifying' matches on it. However, all the matches are hidden by a black cloth that reads 'Censored by DirdEY TV'.)

[Jake Dirden]:: Mr. Pure... if you'd do the honors of showing us our curtain jerkers.

(Dominic smirks and raises from his seat. He pulls the cloth from the first match on the board revealing the competitors in the opening contest.)

[Jake Dirden]:: JahMon, it's... (mocking) high time... you showed the people what you're really made of. Maybe you can't beat DirdEY, but can you beat Mr. Morgan? And Joseph... do you belong? To be honest... I'm hoping you both just end each other tonight all together. But... if you wanna become DirdEY TV Champion... you just may have to. Good luck boys.

(The scene cuts back to the locker room where we see both JahMon Rastafari and 'The Highlight' Joe Morgan stand up from their seats in the locker room and slowly step into each other's face for a quick stare down before 'Still Blazin' by Wiz Khalifa hits the P.A. system. Morgan and Rastafari hold the stare for another moment before JahMon scoffs at his opponent and heads up the Gorilla position to curtain behind the entrance. He glances back over his shoulder at Morgan one last time before tearing through the curtain to a round of boos from the anti-SSW crowd in attendance.)

#Still blazin', still blazin', still blazin'

Cause ganja power its so amazin'

Give me the strength and protection, keep praisin'

Each and everydayeeee

(The beat kicks in...)

#Why can't everyone just smoke like me?

Just gimme quiet place and lemme roll my weed

Where ain't nobody in my business don't nobody gotta know

Let all your conscious go and blow it by the O

I'm here but my mind's gone 

(Green smoke starts pouring from the stage and the ring and slowly floats into the crowd. A huge green pyro goes off at the top of the stage as JahMon steps out from behind the curtain. He smiles at the fans and puts his hand to his mouth in a "smoke up" sign. He walks down the ramp attempting to high fiving fans, but is met with disapproval. A few fans embrace the ganja tokin' Jamaican... when suddenly 'Still Blazin' cuts abruptly with the shound of a jukebox scratching. Rastafari looks back over his shoulder toward the entrance with a confused and disrespected look on his face. JahMon hardens his stare and then turns and heads toward the ring, bouncing around and warming up for his 'qualifying' match. Just then, 'Defeatist' by Hatebreed sounds over the P.A. as 'The Highlight' Joe Morgan confidently steps through the entrance into The Chase. 'The Highlight' receives a mixed reaction, not known to the anti-SSW crowd as a veteran of the Sunshine State just yet. As Morgan plays to the wild St. Louis crowd, again the music is cut short and Morgan turns around furious and starts to head back up the ramp.  However, Morgan stops and allows himself to take a deep breath before turning and heading back toward the ring with little fanfare or production support. Both Rastafari and Morgan now stand in the ring without a ref, an announce crew, or any direction.)

[Wrestling at the Chase Audience]:: (growing chant) fight. Fight! FIGHT!!!

(Both JahMon and Morgan stop and look around The Chase uncertain what to think of the anxiously violent crowd. The two pause and look at each other before storming across the ring and meeting in the middle with wild rights and lefts. Rastafari shakes off each blow, considering the damage done to each hand this past weekend on South Beach Sunday. Just as the crowd hits a fever pitch, 'Treat Me Like Your Mother' by The Dead Weather blares over the sound system. Morgan and Rastafari pause in the ring and turn their attention toward the entrance disrespected by the interruption. Suddenly, the director of personnel for DirdEY TV Studios, Wally along with Jake Dirden's lackey Dave Eddy step through the curtain to a strong ovation from the pro-DirdEY TV crowd. Wally and Dave play to The Chase for a moment before heading toward ringside, tagging fans along the way. As the odd couple climb into the ring, Wally is tossed a black bag from a DirdEY TV producer. Wally opens up the bag and tosses Dave Eddy a headset before he cartoonishly gives a big thumbs up and bolts through the ropes to the nearby announce table. Wally reaches back in the bag and retrieves a black and white striped referee's shirt. Wally throws it over his head and looks back toward Morgan and Rastafari who gawk at the show of disrespect for their match. Just then, Wally signals for the bell.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Ladies and germs... let's get this party started!

('The Highlight' and JahMon again meet in the middle and lock up at the collar and elbow.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Morgan backs him into the corner.

('The Highlight' pauses, holding the lock up, and then looks to the referee Wally to issue a five count to break the hold... which doesn't happen.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Morgan looks confused. Slap that ho!

(Joe Morgan paintbrushes the Jamaican sensation once hard across the face as the crowd and referee Wally respond to the sudden pimp slap. Rastafari looks to Wally in shock for not admonishing 'The Highlight' for the rule bending.)

[Referee Wally]:: You just got bitch slapped... mon.

(Rastafari's buzz gets killed by the moment and quickly steps to get in Wally's face. However he's quickly met with a big right hand from Morgan.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Put that in your pipe and smoke it. Pun... intended! Morgan now with an Irish whip into the ropes... no wait, reversed.

(Rastafari leapfrogs and then drops down as 'The Highlight' hits the far side and then the near side, only to be met in the middle of the ring with a big double reverse knife edge chop. JahMon playfully signals to the crowd that it's time to 'light up'.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Joe Morgan, back to his feet and... OH! He just pimp slapped the nonchalant shtick right out of the rasta man again!

(Wally looks on laughing in the corner as JahMon's face turns serious in a heartbeat. Rastafari charges at Morgan who ducks a clothesline only to turn around into a standing Pele kick.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Oh SHIZZZ! It's lights out for 'The Highlight'! Here's the cover.

[Dave Eddy]:: TWWWWOOOOOOO!!! I feel Canadian. Noo dooubt abooout it.

(The groggy Joe Morgan stumbles to his feet back into the turnbuckle as Rastafari follows, setting up for a big monkey flip out of the corner.)

[Dave Eddy]:: It looks like JahMon is givin' the 'toke up' sign to a few too many fans at ringside. Wait a minute. What's this? Morgan has got ahold of Rastafari and... OH! He just hot shot the pot right outta Rastafari! JahMon's chokin' and it ain't on a blunt.

(Joe Morgan coughs hard mockingly toward Rastafari and then mimes putting out a harsh blunt as JahMon gasps for air after the ring rope collapsed on his larynx.)

[Dave Eddy]:: He must be smokin' the snigglefritz.

[Joe Morgan]:: (playing to the crowd) Y'all wanna see the Jamaican joke get smoked?!

[Dave Eddy]:: Oh no! Joe Morgan is setting him up for The Ultimate Highlight! No! JahMon blocks... and now a big kick, no ducked, Morgan back elbow, Rastafari matrix bends out of the way...

(Just as JahMon comes back up Morgan meets him with one final pimp slap to the face. The irate Rastafari retruns with one of his own, damaging his injured hand even further. Now Morgan. Then JahMon. The two trade back and forth, increasing the intensity with each one until they turn into closed fists. Now each men are trading rights and lefts in the middle of the ring with the referee Wally watching on in amusement.)

[Dave Eddy]:: This one has broken down folks! I can't believe JahMon can even trade punches with Morgan at this point when you think about what happened to him only seven days ago! These two are back to square one and are trading haymakers here at The Chase! I could watch these two punch each other in the face all night!

[Wrestling at the Chase Audience]:: FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

(Both JahMon and Morgan begin tiring out after giving and taking so many shots to the face. Each continue to throw punches, but will little to nothing behind them.  The crowd suddenly turns against the momentary lull in action.)

[Wrestling at the Chase Audience]:: Boooooooo!!!

(Without hesitation, referee Wally walks over and slaps Rastafari right in the face to try to light a spark in the moment. JahMon immediately snaps his head in Wally's direction and slowly stalks toward him with an unpleasant expression on his face while the Wally points to his referee's shirt and cowers into the corner.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Easy Wally. He hasn't taken the edge off in about twelve minutes now. Oh wait! School boy roll up by Joe Morgan!

[Dave Eddy]:: Wally! What are you smokin'?! Count that fool for three! Hey, get outta Wally's face you Jamaican jumping bean... wait a minute, wrong insult.

(Rastafari immediately pops up in Wally's face again complaining about a quick count, but quickly realizes the situation and turns back around to Joe Morgan to catch a...)

[Dave Eddy]:: SUPERKICK! That almost knocked his dreads out! Wait... it looks like Morgan's going up to the top rope. Here it comes... THE ULTIMATE HIGHLIGHT! Morgan hooks the far leg!

[Dave Eddy]:: Morgan did it! He hit The Ultimate Highlight and it has qualified him for tonight's main event.

(The scene cuts to the hard camera as Wally struts past the downed JahMon Rastafari to raise the hand of 'The Highlight' in victory. Morgan plays to the crowd as the scene fades.)

Winner: 'The Highlight' Joe Morgan 'qualifies' for the main event.

(The scene opens inside the makeshift office of the SSW Heavyweight Champ, Jake Dirden as he goes over production notes with DirdEY TV crew members when suddenly Filipe Barroqueiro comes walking in dressed impeccably in his business suit not a crease in sight. No smiles, no fan fare strictly business tonight as always. His personal body guard standing a few feet away always ready to interject himself if need be. The Fil approaches the champ with something on his mind.)

[Filipe Barroqueiro]:: Hey there "champ" ironing out the details on the show I see. Everything running.... smoothly?

[Jake Dirden]:: (looking up from the DirdEY TV producer) Mr. Barroqueiro... it's a... pleasure. No Kersh in sight, so I guess things are running as smooth as one could hope.

[Filipe Barroqueiro]:: Good to hear it, im rather looking forward to the action tonight, been much too long since I felt the need to break a few bones and stretch a few necks.

[Jake Dirden]:: Well, as I understand the whole 'Old School Hero' thing is behind you now. That's good to hear. Don't get me wrong. I'm a fan of 'Old School', but . . . maybe you should drop the 'Hero'. Ever think about coming to work for DirdEY TV?

[Filipe Barroqueiro]:: Old school is and will always be a style of wrestling I use to a tee, making it an art Mr. Dirden. However hero was not an addition of my own making it was bestowed upon me by the fans who came to appreciate it. As far as DirdEY TV goes, I will have to pass on that. A conflict of interest you understand however if you ever decide to go more..... mainstream you are always welcome to join the Underground Incorporated empire.

[Jake Dirden]:: Well, I hope you don't mind my recruiting you away from our dear friend Harty in the meantime anyway. It was nice to be picked up by the Franklin Broadcast Corporation for tonight's show, but DirdEY TV is always looking at new outlets. There wasn't anything I could help with at the moment was there?

[Filipe Barroqueiro]:: Oh nothing much I was just coming by to check out on the status of these demands you have been making of SSW when it comes to the show tonight.

[Jake Dirden]:: Anything in particular you're referring to, Mr. Barroqueiro?

[Filipe Barroqueiro]:: You see, Mr. Dirden, I could truly care less about your little demands. However the way my contract with SSW is set up I dont get paid a single dollar in salary -- all my money comes from merchandise sales. A rather large percentage indeed you see, I just came to make sure that regardless of what the status of your demands might be my cut remains untouched.

[Jake Dirden]:: I'll be straight with you here, Fil. This night is not sanctioned by SSW in anyway, so that contract you signed is null and void tonight... but... seeing as the possibility remains that we may some day be... business partners... you can keep your cut of the merch... on the house. Oh and Fil... good luck out there tonight.

[Filipe Barroqueiro]:: I appreciate that, Jake. Truly I do, and I will be going now.

(The Fil turns and heads toward the door exiting DirdEY's office before momentarily looking back over his shoulder.)

[Filipe Barroqueiro]:: Oh, just one last thing Mr. Dirden. Just remember in case you decide to retract your decision, I have a rather large fleet of lawyers working in my employment. It would take no large effort to drown you in so many legal fees sanctioned event or not DirdEY TV would need to be relegated to a segment on SSW television to avoid the financial mess. Just fair warning there champ, have a good night.

[Jake Dirden]:: I appreciate the fair warning. Take care... Mr. Barroqueiro.

(The Fil exits the makeshift office of the SSW Heavyweight Champion as the camera zooms in on the smiling face of Jake Dirden. The smile... slowly turns to a smirk as the scene cuts back to ringside.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Well folks, this is shaping up to be one heck of a night. Great wrestling action... the beer is flowing like... whiskey. From what I understand, the merch is flying off the shelves. The new three disc DVD featuring the SSW President, 'Sadistic', is putting a handsome sum in the pockets of DirdEY TV tonight. Thanks for that one Harty, ol' buddy, ol' pal. And while of course our St. Louis savior Jake Dirden is selling out t-shirts right and left, it sounds like all of the Devan Nox merchandise sold out before the first match. And I wouldn't exactly call this a pro-Nox crowd.

(The scene cuts from the announce table to pan the live audience in The Chase -- mostly sporting DirdEY TV t-shirts.)

[Dave Eddy]:: In fact, I don't see a single one of those she-beast t-shirts tonight. Hopefully her vanity won her over and she scooped it all up early. I thought she was gonna give away that crap for free. Frankly, she makes me a bit nauseous.

(The scene then cuts to DirdEY Vision above the entrance way.)

[Dave Eddy]:: But ladies and gentlemen, someone who most certainly never makes me nauseous, because he is my Cure... our fearless leader... the SSW Heavyweight Champion... Jake Dirden.

(The lights in The Chase go dim as the champ appears on the large video wall inside the grand ballroom. The fans go nuts and the sight of their champion as he addressed them.)

[Jake Dirden]:: DirdEY TV faithful... this next match is scheduled for... one fall. And just like all the other matches tonight, it will be contested under DirdEY TV Championship 'qualifying' match rules. First making her way down the aisle from... Whocares, Pennsylvania... Miss Madyson.

(The St. Louis audience immediately begin to boo as the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Madyson struts through the curtain with no entrance music or fanfare from production.  Jake can be seen on DirdEY Vision behind Miss Madyson mocking her and making fun of her as she steps lively past the raucous Chase Park Plaza crowd at ringside.)

[Jake Dirden]:: And because I thought it very important for not only the rest of tonight's action, but also for the future of DirdEY TV and the DirdEY TV Championship . . . I have decided to book her opponent early in tonight's action so he could get plenty of rest for this evening's big main event. St. Louis, please, for me, put your hands together and show a warm welcome to our new favorite son... the one... the only... Dominic Pure!

(The lights in The Chase go dark, but the ballroom is soon filled with smoke as it billows from the entrance. A low droning musical tone can be heard throughout the Chase Park Plaza ballroom as the tension in the atmosphere begins to build. Miss Madyson stands in the ring with her hands out frustrated at the overwhelming entrance compared to what she received. Just then, a spotlight hits the entrance ramp and pyro detonates from the ringpost and the stage when the new entrance video for Dominic Pure plays in the background and 'New Disease' by Spineshank takes over the sound system.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Here we go folks! A rebirth right before our very eyes!

(Strobe lights igniting light up the entrance ramp and pulsate wildly. Finally, Dominic Pure emerges from the back and walks towards the ring, looking out into the crowd and pointing to some fans along the way. He slaps some hands casually and rolls underneath the ring ropes. He stands up to his feet and eyeballs the camera facing him, then wraps his arms around the ropes and stretches a bit.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Wow! Would you listen these people in The Chase go CRAZY for Dominic Pure!

[Wrestling at the Chase Audience]:: Dom-i-nic! Dom-i-nic! Dom-i-nic!

(Pure stares across the ring at Miss Madyson in the opposite corner looking dumbfounded by the odds being turned against her. She quickly gains awareness to role she is playing in DirdEY's grand chess game.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Wally signals for the bell and this one's under way. LET'S GO DOMINIC!

(Pure looks over at Miss Madyson mocking her as another 'Dom-i-nic' chant breaks out. Madyson approaches cautiously as Pure struts toward a lockup. Just before the two meet in the center of the ring...)

(The house lights drop and the stage lights strobe red. The curtains part and the SSW Heavyweight Champion, Jake Dirden makes his way out onto the stage. DirdEY Vision plays Jake's new championship video as the fans go crazy for their hero. Fans reach out to touch the belt over his shoulder as he paces confidently to the ring. DirdEY quickly climbs the apron and breaks throughout the ropes interrupting referee Wally and this 'qualifying' match. 'Hate Me Now' by Nas fades as Wally and Jake confer.)

[Dave Eddy]:: What's this? Wally is taking off the referee's shirt and handing over the black and white to... DirdEY! It looks like this match just got an extra special guest ref! And it also looks like I just got a new announce partner for this match.

(Wally hops down from the apron, dons a headset, and takes a seat next to his new broadcast partner, Dave Eddy.)

[Wally]:: Hello ladies and jerks. What a match this should be. I feel confident in handing over my stripes for this one because I think DirdEY's gonna call this thing right down the middle.

(Miss Madyson looks over at the new referee for her contest in shock while Dominic Pure chuckles against the ropes. Special guest referee Jake Dirden slaps hands with Pure as he begins circling the ring. Madyson glances over her shoulder nervously at DirdEY as she circles past. Jake cuts an evil grin glaring in her direction.)

[Dave Eddy]:: So, only two female competitors in Tonight's Chase for the Gold. Here we have Miss Madyson and later we'll see the biggest merch mover of the night thus far, Devan Nox.

[Wally]:: Yeah, I had to drop a KRUNCH earlier and wanted to buy one of her shirts to replace the tp. But to be honest with you... I think I've seen as many Chicago Cubs jerseys as Devan Nox shirts in this St. Louis crowd.

[Dave Eddy]:: That may be, but it looks this one has started!

(Pure lunges in and directs a knee to the midsection of Miss Madyson after being distracted by the increasingly bias referee, Jake Dirden.)

[Wally]:: Ohhhhh! Right to the baby maker! Was that a little low?

[Dave Eddy]:: Surely not. I'm quite certain our head referee... DirdEY would have disqualified the gentleman for such actions.

(Just then, Dirden ducks down and slides under the bottom rope and to the outside. DirdEY throws up the ring apron, searching for something underneath.)

[Dave Eddy]:: What's the champ... ur... uh, the ref lookin' for under there?

[Wally]:: Apparently he's looking for a steel chair! Now THIS is wrestling!

[Dave Eddy]:: He just slid it into the ring at the feet of Dominic Pure!

(Pure snickers as Dirden playfully turns to the crowd, his back to the ring.)

[Wally]:: Dominic's got the chair.

[Dave Eddy]:: And Jake's still trying to maintain some semblance of order with this wild crowd at The Chase.

(In the meantime...)

[Wally]:: OH! Dominic Pure just put some heavy steel on that broad's mug. Her face is gonna look flatter than Tara Reid!

(Pure sets up the chair in front of one corner of turnbuckles as Dirden re-enters the ring.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Well, would you look at that? What a gracious competitor this Dominic Pure is. He's set up referee Dirden's chair for his viewing pleasure.

(Jake smiles and obliges Pure as he takes a seat, watching Dominic turn his attention and forearms to the back and neck of Miss Madyson.)

[Wally]:: Yeah put it to that inflatable sand-bagger!

[Dave Eddy]:: Dominic Pure is really wailing away now. Dominic's got her up... and down with a huge bodyslam. Pure makes the cover by simply putting a boot on those overgrown funbags.

[Wally]:: What?! She kicked out?

(Pure looks on in shock, snapping his head over to the referee Dirden sitting in the corner with his hands out, chuckling a bit at Madyson's resolve.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Miss Madyson may have had the world stacked against her tonight, but it doesn't look like she's throwing in the towel just yet.

(Wally suddenly reaches under the announce table, he comes back up and playfull tosses a white towel in the ring in Madyson's direction, before Dirden shakes his head and tosses it to the outside.)

[Wally]:: There. Happy?

[Dave Eddy]:: Look at this! Miss Madyson reverses the Irish whip into the turnbuckle. She comes charging in, but Pure ducks... no wait, Madyson used the leverage to catch Dominic in a tarantula over the ropes.

(Pure screams in agony as Miss Madyson pulls at his limbs while Dirden shoots out of his chair in the opposite corner and runs across the ring to administer a five count.)

[Referee Jake Dirden]:: One... two... three... four...

[Dave Eddy]:: Miss Madyson breaks the count at four. Good thing too, because DirdEY has gotta have a right mind to disqualify her after the unfair advantage that just created for herself.

(Just as Madyson attempts to turn her attention back to Pure, Dirden grabs her by the arm and swings her around as the hand-held camera at ringside leans in closer to pick up audio from the two.)

[Referee Jake Dirden]:: Hey! Just what the hell is that?! That's about all the cheating I will put up with from you tonight.

[Miss Madyson]:: What?! You've got to be kidding me!

(Dirden turns around to the timekeeper's table and raises a hand to get ready to call for the bell. Suddenly, his motion forward is stopped by Madyson's hand, grabbing DirdEY's wrist.)

[Dave Eddy]:: It looked like Jake was about to call for a DQ, but Miss Madyson stopped him?!

[Wally]:: Well it looks like she's about to get stopped. Turn around little Miss Madyson.

(Dirden's angry reaction quickly changes to an evil grin as he peers over her shoulder to Dominic Pure, who has now regained his faculties and spins around the blonde bombshell to deliver...)

[Dave Eddy]:: OHHHHHHHH!!! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and... 8!

[Wally]:: Dominic Pure just hit 'The 8 Elbows' on Miss Madyson! She's down and now...

[Dave Eddy]:: Rear naked choke! He's got it locked in!

(Before Dirden even bothers to check for a reaction, he turns and calls for the bell... only a moment before Madyson's frantic tapping begins anyway. The bell sounds as Miss Madyson rolls to the outside clutching at her left shoulder.)

[Wally]:: It looks like we've got ourselves another 'qualifier' for later tonight. My boy Dom picks up a big win here... and it looks like DirdEY and Pure aren't done yet.

(Both Dominic and Jake roll to the outside of the ring rather than celebrating Pure's victory. Dominic tracks down Miss Madyson and slides the groggy diva into the ring as Dirden retrieves a table from under the ring apron. He slides it back into the ring and quickly follows after.)

[Dave Eddy]:: It looks like DirdEY is setting up that table on all fours near the corner. What's this? Dom has got Miss Madyson up on his shoulders and our SSW Heavyweight Champ has climbed to the second turnbuckle. Oh my! What are they gonna do?!

[Wally]:: Please... please tell me they're gonna... OHHHHHHHH!!!! WAHOOOOOOOO!!! That's what I'm talkin' about.

[Dave Eddy]:: Pure and Dirden just delivered a spike death valley driver on Miss Madyson through that set up table. OH MY GOD!

[Wally]:: Careful... gimmick infringement.

[Dave Eddy]:: (catching himself) Right. Folks, Miss Madyson is motionless... and Dominic Pure and Jake Dirden can't stop celebrating.

(DirdEY signals to ringside for a microphone to make the official announcement in grand fashion.)

[Jake Dirden]:: And your winner... by way of savage beatdown and total destruction... 'qualifying' for tonight's main event... DOMMMMMINIIIICCCC PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE!!!

(The pair laugh as they gawk at their handiwork as Madyson is loaded onto a stretcher. The two leave the ring and exchange high fives and high spots in the match as they track back up the ramp while 'New Disease' by Spineshank plays them out.)

Winner: Dominic Pure 'qualifies' for the main event.

(The scene opens as the camera pans in on a black limo arriving outside The Chase. The Driver gets out and walks around to the other side, opening the back door of the limo. Devan Nox and her manager Travis Holland emerge from the limo and enter through a side door.)

[Travis Holland]:: I checked the room earlier and it looks like they actually got everything done per your requirements. But I'll let you be the final judge of that.

[Devan Nox]:: You know, I must admit Travis that I'm kind of regretting never having pulled these kind of rider requirements when the band was on tour.

[Travis Holland]:: Well, I guess you have to act like a Diva at least once in your life.

(The arrive at a door marked DEVAN NOX. Travis open the doors and follows Devan into the room. She looks around the room and starts to scan for something in particular.)

[Devan Nox]:: Travis have you ever heard the story about how Van Halen used to have the no green M&M's clause in their rider.

[Travis Holland]:: I thought that was Aerosmith?

[Devan Nox]:: Nope it was Van Halen….Do you know why they did it?

[Travis Holland]:: Because David Lee Roth is an arrogant prick?

[Devan Nox]:: Well, yeah, he is but that's not why. You see they knew that if they walked into their dressing room and they saw green M&M's that the venue had probably missed other important details. So do you know what it means to me right now, that I am looking at a bowl of Skittles with the green Skittles in the same bowl.

[Travis Holland]:: That the rainbow of fruit flavor includes lime?

[Devan Nox]:: No, but it does mean that Jake Dirden is about to witness a 100% bona fide Diva fit.

(There is a knock on the door. Dave Eddy and a camera crew enter the room.)

[DirdEY TV Producer]:: Good evening, Miss Nox, Mr. Dirden wanted me to make sure that all your request are to your satisfaction?

[Devan Nox]:: Where is Jake Dirden?

[DirdEY TV Producer]:: He is attending to some important matters at the moment.

[Devan Nox]:: More important than my happiness? Because you know, Dave, all of my requests have not been met to my satisfaction. In fact, I want you to go and find Jake Dirden and tell him if he doesn't get his arrogant, chair wielding, pompous ass in this dressing room within the next 20 minutes, we are going to have a major problem.

[DirdEY TV Producer]:: Well, Mr. Dirden told me to take care of whatever you needed, so you just tell me and I'll take care of it.

[Devan Nox]:: And who the hell are you?

[DirdEY TV Producer]:: I'm a producer for DirdEY TV ma'am.

DEVAN NOX: You're a producer for DirdEY TV! And do you know what that means. That means that if you're a producer for DirdEY TV, YOU'RE NOT JAKE DIRDEN! I would advise you to tell Mr. Dirden that unless he wants me to shut down his little production this evening, he had best treat his talent with a little respect! Twenty minutes or my lawyers order a cease and desist on this whole production. GET HIM!

(The DirdEY TV producer just stares at Devan.)

[Devan Nox]:: NOW!

(The young gentleman scrambles out of the room. Devan looks at Travis and starts to laugh.)

[Devan Nox]:: That was super fun! No wonder Madonna and Fiona Apple act like this.

(The camera cuts to a frantic producer searching for Jake Dirden.)

(Suddenly 'The One You Love To Hate' by Halford sounds throughout the grand ballroom of the Chase Park Plaza as many of the St. Louis faithful rise to their feet in anticipation of the return of the former 'Old School Hero'. The curtains part and out steps... The Fil.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Folks, The Chase just went nuts for The Fil. While many of the fan favorite stars of SSW have been booed and berated by our lovely crowd this evening, it looks like the man formerly known as the 'Old School Hero' is bringing back some nostalgia for this wrestling educated crowd.

(The Fil pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking in the ovation of the rabid wrestling community in St. Louis. Filipe slowly raises his hands at his side to acknowledge the crowd and draw a stronger reaction. The Chase breaks into a fever pitch as The Fil is overcome with emotion and strikes his fist forward quickly screaming out to the crowd... 'OOOOOOOLD SCHOOOOOOOOL'.)

[Wally]:: Well, it looks like our friend Filipe is ready for his in-ring wrestling return. Sorry Dave, gotta ref this thing... (shooting a foreshadowing wink at Dave Eddy) the old school way.

[Dave Eddy]:: I hear ya Wally. Do the right thing. DirdEY TV could use a star like The Fil. The roof is gonna come off of this place when The Fil breaks through those ropes again.

[Wrestling at the Chase Audience]:: Welcome Back! Welcome Back! Welcome Back!

(Wally hops through the ropes in time to meet The Fil as he turns around from playing to the crowd and the hard camera. Wally immediately embraces Barroqueiro with a big hug as The Fil does not return the gesture, but instead looks overly confused and shoves referee Wally a few feet away from him. Wally looks back with a big smile and waives off the reaction. He shoots a big thumbs up to The Fil as Barroqueiro shakes his head. Just then, the lights go into a rave like frenzy as "I.D.G.A.F." by Breathe Carolina starts to play. Quinn Murphy enters The Chase, black hoodie over his head, and begins to make his way down to the ring...)

[Dave Eddy]:: Well folks, it looks like business is damn sure gonna... start getting more intense and stuff. What... what'd you think I was gonna say?

(Quinn Murphy stops half way down the aisle as fans stick middle fingers out, directly in the face of the young star.)

[Dave Eddy]:: It doesn't appear young Quinn Murphy has had enough time to endear himself to this die-hard wrestling crowd.

(The Fil leans against the top rope staring out at the brash Murphy that smirks toward the ring, before quickly stepping forward and sliding under the ropes. Quinn removes the hoodie from his head, and leers at the crowd as they boo his entrance into the ring. He removes the hoodie completely and drops it outside the ring, loosening up as he prepares his thoughts. A DirdEY TV producer hands a mic to the waiting Murphy as The Fil stands listening nonchalant, resting against the turnbuckle.)

[Quinn Murphy]:: So... The Fil returns?

(The Chase pops in nostalgia as the former FWF legend smiles out to his adoring fans. Murphy shoots a cocky glare to the crowd.)

[Quinn Murphy]:: I think...

[Jake Dirden]:: (interrupting) Ah, ah, ah... tisk, tisk Mr. Murphy.

(The camera shot switches to DirdEY Vision and the face of our master of ceremonies, SSW Heavyweight Champion Jake Dirden. DirdEY sits with the SSW Championship belt over one should, and the DirdEY TV Championship belt over his other, feet propped up on the mahogany desk inside his office.)

[Jake Dirden]:: Nobody cares what you think. (crowd pops) But... you two did give me a little idea. How bout this? Fil, you want to drop the tag of the 'Old School Hero'? What better way than to take out the fresh face Mr. Murphy here. Quinn, you want some real competition? You want an opportunity to make your name in this business? How about we have a battle of... old school... versus new school. Since you're both standing in MY ring, and you're both dressed for competition... let's see who can 'qualify' for tonight's main event. Wally, ring the bell.

(The green and black DirdEY TV logo reappears on DirdEY Vision as Wally signals to the announcer/timekeeper/lackey extraordinaire Dave Eddy at ringside. The bell sounds and the two circle the ring before pausing a moment. The Fil backs away slowly and steps up to the second rope and plays to the crowd. The Chase responds with a raucous response for former the FWF and TWD star.)

[Dave Eddy]:: And the fans here at The Chase sure have an appreciation for The Fil. They're old school wrestling fans and whether The Fil wants to admit it or not, it sounds like he's their old school hero.

[Wrestling at the Chase]:: Let's Go Old School! Let's Go Old School! Let's Go Old School!

(The Fil steps down and waives them off playfully as both he and Murphy half circle the ring again before, this time Murphy climbs to the second turnbuckle and looks for his ovation.)

[Wrestling at the Chase Audience]:: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[Dave Eddy]:: Murphy... notsomuch. Get old school on this punk Fil. DirdEY TV could use some... old school.

(The Fil shakes his head with a half-smile and returns to the ropes to an even louder pop from the Chase for the Gold crowd.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Wait a minute. Quinn Murphy just pulled The Fil down to the mat by his hair!

(Quinn Murphy smirks to The Fil support from The Chase as he points to him and asks if this is their 'Old School Hero'.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Ouch! Oh! Shoot! Murphy is really putting the boots to Filipe in the middle of the ring. Murphy pulls him up by his hair once again and shoves him back into the corner. Murphy's gonna get a running start, and... oh no! The Fil moved and Murphy's shoulder just went crashing into the ringpost! Filipe is getting a second to recover here. Let's Go Fil! Let's Go Fil! Let's Go Fil!... (clearing his throat) ahem... sorry.

(The referee Wally grabs his shoulder and neck in pain, empathizing with the rising SSW star. Quinn stumbles out of the corner grasping his neck as The Fil clears the cobwebs.)

[Dave Eddy]:: And now it's time for Mr. Barroqueiro to go to work. The Fil is hammering away with forearms to the neck of Quinn Murphy. He's not stopping. ... Five, sixe, seven, eight, nine... this crowd is loving it... eleven, twelve, thirteen... this crowd is going absolutely insane!

(Barroqueiro drives his 15th forearm into the upper back and neck of Quinn Murphy before sending him into the turnbuckle with authority. The Fil takes a moment to pose for the benefit of flash photography.)

[Dave Eddy]:: These fans are being treated to a slice of 'old school' right here tonight. Murphy is groggy in the corner. Here comes Fil! No! Murphy manages to duck out of the way this time. The Fil crashes chest first into the top turnbuckle and seems to have had the wind knocked out of him.

(The Fil gasps for air as Murphy quickly regains his wits and hits the near ropes for a springboard dropkick. Quinn immediately pops up posing for the front row before suddenly grasping at his neck in pain. Murphy grimmaces holding his neck and turns back toward the downed Fil.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Murphy clutches his neck with one hand and reaches down with the other to lift The Fil up to his feet by his hair, yet again. Quinn with a big knee to the midsection. Murphy secures The Fil's head. He wraps Filipe's other over his neck, wincing in pain and takes a moment to mock The Chase crowd. Oh! What a snap suplex! Now that's what they call high and tight.

(Both men immediately reach for their necks in pain from the move as Quinn is able to shake it off and get back to his feet. Murphy smiles to the St. Louis audience and then smirks pointing toward the top turnbuckle. Suddenly The Chase turns and begins to cheer a bit for the high flying Quinn Murphy.)

[Dave Eddy]:: It looks like Murphy's goin' up top. Quinn's on the top rope and... he drops to the apron?

[Wrestling at the Chase Audience]:: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[Dave Eddy]:: Well, that was anti-climactic, but he's definitely getting under the skin of these fans here in The Lou. Wait a minute... The Fil from behind! He just knocked Quinn Murphy off the apron, sending his neck crashing against the steel barricade.

(Quinn Murphy now clutches his throat, reaching out toward fans that are mocking his choking body language. Barroqueiro exits the ring and stalks after his prey as they begin to slowly circle the ring. Murphy's face suddenly turns to shock as The Fil sends him up and over the ring steps violently.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Damn! That kid may not have kneecaps anymore. The Fil has got him back on his feet. Barroqueiro Irish whips Murphy into the next steel barricade. The Fil is literally taking Murphy from pillar to post.

(Murphy screams out in pain feeling the cold steel against his damaged back. The two continue to circle the outside of the ring as The Fil looks up to Wally the referee, surprised to see he is not administering a ten count on the floor.)

[Dave Eddy]:: We would never count you out Fil. Besides, tonight, there must be a winner. There must be a new DirdEY TV Champion!

(Just as Barroqueiro turns his attention back away from the ref, he catches a kick to gut. The Fil doubles over as Murphy scrambles the rest of the way around the ring. Filipe takes off after the young up and comer, but slightly slower now because of the pain in his abdomen. Quinn rounds the corner of the ring and slides under the bottom rope as The Fil follows.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Murphy with boots to the head as Filipe was re-entering the ring. He be new to the scene, but that was certainly old school. Quinn is wasting no time . . . he is right back at The Fil's hair again! He is pulling The Fil's battered body to his feet by his hair.

(Quinn plays to the crowd momentarily before delivering a picture perfect dropkick that lands squarely on the chin of Filipe Barroqueiro.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Here's the cover!

[Dave Eddy]:: No! The Fil kicks out. I don't believe this! Quinn Murphy is reaching down and he's now got two huge hands full of hair... again... , pulling Barroqueiro back to his feet. He's jawjacking with this wonderful, beautiful, St. Louis crowd again and... OH NO! HE JUST SLAPPED BARROQUEIRO RIGHT IN THE FACE!

(Suddenly The Fil's eye's snap open and he delivers an open hand palm to the jaw of Murphy that buckles his knees and leaves him crumbling to the mat.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Holy Shi... ur... uh... Murphy just got bitch... slapped! Wait! Is that... is that who I think it is?! IT IS! IT'S OUR FEARLESS LEADER!

(The hard camera widens showing the SSW Heavyweight Champion jogging to ringside with a steel chair in hand. The Fil looks on curiously as Murphy props himself against the ropes on the far side. DirdEY smiles to Barroqueiro and slides a steel chair under the bottom rope, directly at The Fil's feet.)

[Dave Eddy]:: International object!

(The Fil stares back at Dirden after looking down to the chair at his feet. Barroqueiro shakes his head in defiance as we hear The Fil's audio from the ring.)

[The Fil]:: No way Dirden. Not like this. I may not be the 'Old School Hero' anymore, but I'm still winnin' this one... old school.

(Jake scoffs and stares back at Fillipe, before pointing behind him. Just as Barroqueiro turns around, he's caught with The Quinn-Essential...)

[Dave Eddy]:: No! Fil caught him... reversed into a big hip toss across the ring. But wait, DirdEY reach under the ropes is up on the apron with that chair now.

(DirdEY tosses the chair to The Fil, distracting him for just long enough to get...)

[Dave Eddy]:: The Dropkick Murphy... right through the steel chair! Fil has got to be out. Here's the cover!

[Dave Eddy]:: There you have it folks. Maybe The Fil should have been a little more receptive to DirdEY's suggestions. Better luck next time, Filly.

(Murphy quickly sneaks outside the ring where Wally raises his hand as he grabs the back of his neck in pain. Murphy winks toward the laid out Barroqueiro as the scene fades.)

Winner: Quinn Murphy 'qualifies' for the main event.

(The scene opens backstage where we see DirdEY TV producers holding back an 'irritated?' Pete Cormier at the Gorilla position. As production crew attempt to calm the SSW superstar, our master of ceremonies Jake Dirden arrives on scene to address the matter.)

[Jake Dirden]:: Cormier! What's your deal bro?

[Pete Cormier]:: I'm not waiting AROUND to SCREWED over by you or ANYONE ELSE!

[Jake Dirden]:: Pete... Pete relax man. I think you've got the wrong idea about me. I like you Pete. I think you could be an... asset for DirdEY TV as its champion. In fact, as a sign of good faith... I'll put your match next. (over his shoulder to production) Hey, sound! Get Cormier's entrance up! (back to Cormier) Full entrance bro... lights, video, sound... go do your thing. Be the Pete Cormier we all know you can be. Be the... DirdEY... Pete Cormier.

('Hard To See' by Five Finger Death Punch is heard in the background beyond the curtains as 'The Natural' returns an uncertain look at Dirden while side-stepping him slowly. Cormier looks back over his shoulder as he climbs the steps for the stage to see Jake applauding. The camera shot switches to a hand held just on the other side of the curtain on the entrance ramp. Cormier busts through the ropes to a very mixed reaction from the The Chase Park Plaza crowd.)

[Dave Eddy]:: I can't tell if these people don't know what to make of Pete Cormier or if he's just that polarizing of a figure. Either way, these people are getting loud.

(Cormier gingerly walks toward the ring looking at the crowd without blinking an eye. 'The Natural' walks to the ring twisting his wristbands. People wonder if they'll get a handshake or a high five but Cormier walks up the steps into the ring over the top rope. He then finds a corner and puts his arms on the ropes and waits for the bell.)

[Dave Eddy]:: Well, DirdEY gave 'The Natural' a grand entrance, but Pete Cormier seems to have more on his mind. Is Pete Cormier... paranoid about the sincerity in Jake Dirden's words?

('Hard To See' fades and Cormier's entrance video is cute, once again by the face of Jake Dirden sitting in his office in the back. Dirden is leaned forward with the DirdEY TV Championship on the desk in front of him.)

[Jake Dirden]:: Ladies and gentlemen... from Lake Hopatcong, New Jersey... the next rising star... and possibly the first ever DirdEY TV Champion... PEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTEEEEE COOOOOOORRRRRMMMIIEEEEEEERRRR!

(The Chase crowd has a mixed reaction that builds as Cormier glares out to each and every fan at ringside. Suddenly, the master of ceremonies re-appears on DirdEY Vision.)

[Jake Dirden]:: But Pete, we need to get you an opponent. And you knwo what? I think I've found the perfect guy. Tonight, he will be wrestling his first professional wrestling match in his career. Please, put your hands together for a warm St. Louis welcome for a hometown boy... and my former sound technition turned professional wrestler... Howard Gregory Hermanson... HGH!

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