DT: Folks, that’s all we have for the night but...I’m being told we’re headed backstage for.. something. I’m not sure what.

[Cut backstage as we see Dan Ryan approaching IrishRed, an angry glare on his face and a briefcase in his hand. IrishRed has his back turned, but catches glimpse of Ryan and turns quickly to face him. Ryan holds up a hand.]

Ryan: Easy, big...err...little man.

[IrishRed just smiles, knowing he got the drop on the owner this night.]

Ryan: I just came by to give you your first booking as an official member of the roster.

[Ryan sets the briefcase down, pops it open and pulls out a file. He holds it out, and after a few moments IrishRed takes it from him and opens it.]

IrishRed: Western Mongolia? You expect me to wrestle a match in Western Mongolia.

Ryan: [expressionless] We’re branching out. International, you know. Your plane ticket is inside also.

IrishRed: [rolling his eyes] I’m not going to Mongolia.

Ryan: Well, I do still book the matches. You wouldn’t want to void your contract by refusing to work a booking would you? I’m sure you’re aware that’s standard fare in a contract of this nature, despite whatever clause you slipped in.

IrishRed: [Smiling] We’ll see. You know, I made a lot of money on UCW and A1E shirts tonight. The Jonathan Marx shirts are selling especially well.

Ryan: Good. The Mongolians love that stuff. Sell it there.

[IrishRed’s eyes narrow as Ryan turns to walk away. Just then, Steven Shane flies into the picture and cracks IrishRed upside the head with a baseball bat. Red goes down like a shot and Ryan just turns his head and looks on over his shoulder. Shane calmly puts the bat next to Red on the ground and gives a little light tap on his face before looking up at Ryan and winking, then walking away. Dan Ryan smiles, and continues down the hall.]

FIN