[Fade in to a shot of Arson Zanders backstage standing next to his trainer, Blaine Richards. He is rubbing his hands slowly and in anticipation.]

Arson Zanders: [smiles] There's something in the air tonight, and it smells good. It smells real good.

Blaine Richards: Smells sweet, does it?

Arson Zanders: That's right, and if I didn't know any better I'd say it was my mum's apple pie baking in the oven. And it's got my mouth watering, Blaine, but that's not it. It's the sound of that referee's hand slamming down to the mat....1....2....3....

Blaine Richards: Steven Shane, you might be in for a rude awakening tonight when you step in the ring with Arson. He's a man on a mission, and with the fans behind him, there's little to nothing you can do stop this flame thrower.

Arson Zanders: And it's not only the fans behind me. You know, it's no secret that I don't have a lot of support back home, but one piece of my family has come to my side recently. Someone who I know I can trust and who will watch my back.

[A man about 6'2'', with long brown hair and hazel eyes dressed in a leather jacket and t-shirt appears into the shot. He stands next to Arson and pats him on the back.]

Arson Zanders: EPW, I want to introduce you to a man I've known all my life. We haven't always gotten along [laughs]....but he's family, and that's blood. Erick Zanders...otherwise known as The Iceman.

Erick Zanders: That's right, EPW. I'm here to support my brother, and to make sure punks in masks don't stick their nose in my brother's business. I want to see you make your move tonight on my watch.

Arson Zanders: Shane, be prepared for the Triple A guarantee. It's only a few moments away!

[Fade out.]

[The cameras cut away from ringside to a nearby hotel in downtown Kansas City. Emerging from the hotel's elevator, dressed absolutely to the nines in a dark gray Armani suit, is Adam Benjamin. He strolls casually across the lobby and through the outer doors where he is greeted by the hotel doorman.]

Doorman: “Good evening, Mr. Benjamin. May I summon a taxi for you?”

Benjamin: “Oh no, that won't be necessary. I see that my ride has arrived.”

[The camera pans toward the street where we see a long, black limousine waiting at the curb. The rear door opens, but we cannot get a view of who is inside. Adam takes a few steps forward and then disappears inside the car, closing the door behind him.

As the car begins to take off, the doorman steps forward to look through the passenger window. We can't make out who is driving the car, but whoever it is projects a pretty large silhouette behind the wheel.]

The back door to the arena opens up and a courier wearing an 1-800-Flowers jacket and hat walks through. The young man walks around the grounds peering through open doors and curtains leading to the arena floor. Still not finding the person that he's looking for he stops an arena official and asks for directions.

"Hi. Can I help you, sir?"

"Uhh. yeah. I'm looking for Naakeeta Daahaak-ka? or a Dee-light...Dee-laya...Dee.."

"Nikita Dahaka or Delilah?"

"Yep. That would be them. Where would I find them? I have a delivery."

The courier shows the attendant two long boxes.

"Go about 500 feet down. Take a left and her room is the second door on the right."

"Sweet. Thanks."

The courier follows precise directions and steps in front of a door with an EPW engraved plate that shows the names of Nikita and Delilah. He knocks and doesn't get an answer the first time. He knocks a second time and the door opens. Delilah looking more gorgeous than ever with her long flowing black hair and red sequined dress, stares at the courier. The courier's eyes are fixed upon the beauty at the door.

"Yes. May I help you?"

" I..I.. uh. umm. Here. These boxes are for Naakeeta and Deeliilaah."

"Oh ok. Thanks."

Delilah takes the boxes from the courier and then closes the door. Leaving the courier still standing in front of the door with a mesmerized look upon his face. The courier walks away with a glazed look over his eyes as the camera moves on into the ladies' dressing room.

"Who was it, Delilah?"

"A young man. He delivered these boxes to us."

"A gift? Who is it from?

"I don't know. It doesn't say. It just has your name on this box."

As Delilah hands over the long box to Nikita. Delilah opens her box. To her amazement, inside are two dozen long stemmed red roses.

"Oh My..."

"If you received roses. Then I must have the same thing!"

Nikita rips the glamourous ribbon off the box and nearly trashes the box to get inside. When she finally opens the box, numerous long stemmed black roses fly out around her. She catches about half a dozen of them before they hit the floor. Confused? Nikita looks over to see Delilah's prize within her grasp.

"All of your roses....are red. And mine are black. I'm not stupid. Someone is telling us something. It has to be this mystery guy that I'm taking on tonight."

"Well. I don't know. I never found any information on him."

"Really Delilah? Can that be true? You don't know anything. But, you get a flower show in a box. Is there something you could be hiding?"

"Nikita.. I'm not hiding anything. This guy is as mysterious as you are."

"Guy? How did you know that it was a guy?"

"I didn't. Nikita. I.. just said a guy. It could be a girl. It could be more than one person. I really don't know."

"Save it. Delilah. I told you how much you mean to me. All the flowers in the world couldn't express my words for you. But, move one inch the wrong way.. turn against me and I will gut you so quick... no one will be able to recognize you."

"Yes. Nikita. I understand"

"Black. Dead. Roses. Whoever this is thinks they can scare me? Well, they will wish that had never gone up against the Harbenger of Fate. The Mother of Mendacity. Their life hangs in the balance tonight. I don't care who it is anymore. My gospel adds another chapter tonight. TONIGHT!"

As Nikita bends down to pick the dead flowers off the ground. Her anger grows and she growls. With the bouquet in her hands. She screams and swings them. They connect to the wall and explode all over the floor. The rest of the stems, she slams across the bench and the table until there is nothing left. Nikita walks back toward her items hanging up and then near the sink area away from Delilah.

As the camera pans around to Delilah she is staring at the flowers and gives off a collective sigh. She gets caught up in the moment as Nikita returns. Nikita grabs the box full of roses out of Delilah's hands and slams them against the wall.

"Don't get used to anything like that. Let's take a walk before my match starts."

Nikita grabs Delilah up and escorts her forcefully out the dressing room door and down the hall out of camera range.

Nakita Dahaka made her way to the ring first with Delilah Demonik by her side, although she mostly glared at her ‘valet’, who in turn kept her head down most of the way to the ring and during their wait for Nakita’s opponent. The mystery continues as someone, announced as “Doctor Piledriver” and said to hail from “General Hospital” rushed to the ring in doctor’s scrubs and facemask and was summarily decimated by Dahaka as the bell rang to officially start the match. The mask came flying off and as it turns out the ‘Doctor’ seemed to be no one of consequence. Before anything more could happen, the lights went out and when they came back on the good Doctor was gone, replaced by two more roses on the apron.

Then, to Dahaka’s confusion, the florist seen earlier in the night came out in wrestling gear and attacked, also going down in quick fashion to Dahaka, who summarily tossed him over the ropes and down hard on the concrete floor. The lights went out once again, the crowd growing ever more restless and this time when the lights came back up – the mystery was solved…..as “Phenomenal” Frankie Scott was standing in the ring behind Dahaka, but with smudged black all over his face and shredded ring attire.

Dahaka had her back to him and didn’t see him, but Delilah’s reaction was priceless as she caught a full view of Scott and she literally stumbled into the ropes, tumbling to the outside and gathering herself before just staring in shock and pointing in order to get Dahaka’s attention. Dahaka turned around just in time to bear the brunt of Scott’s attack, as the crowd went crazy for the return. Scott and Dahaka brawled in the ring and eventually spilled out to the arena floor where Scott was a man possessed, picking up anything and everything he could find to throw at the Dark Phenom.

Finally, with seemingly no hope of order being restored, the official in charge waved the match off, the bell rang and the contest was officially thrown out. Officials poured out of the back as the two continued to tear into each other, Delilah still in shock on the other side of the ring. The two were eventually pulled apart, with Scott screaming with a wild look in his eye that he wanted a match at WrestleSTOCK.

Winner: None (No Contest)