The scene faded in to show the slightly unorganized bedroom of Seth and Jalie Thomas. Slightly unorganized meaning clothes scattered about, glasses on every surface and a “SLOW - CHILDREN AT PLAY” sign in the middle of the floor. However, there was a sight that has become unusual to see in the Thomas’ bed as of late - Jalie. She was sprawled out on her back with her hair covering her face and wearing an old Black Sabbath t-shirt and a pair of red plaid boxers. Seth came walking in fully clothed and stood at the foot of the bed.

“Babe?” He said in a moderate tone to see if she was remotely awake.

He got no response.

“Babe?” He said in a slightly louder tone.

Still no response.

“Oh my God! The house is on fire! We’re all going to die!” He shouted while flailing his arms in the air and running around the bed.

Again, nothing.

He walked over to the window and ripped the curtains open allowing the sunlight to beam in on Jalie. She gave a slight groan and rolled onto her stomach facing the opposite way, gracefully revealing the crack of her ass. Feeling he had no other choice, Seth let out a sigh.

“Clown.” He whispered in the quietest voice possible.

Jalie immediately jumped up, pulled the knife out from under her pillow and crouched against the headboard with wide eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Seth said with a smile.

“M-morning?” She muttered while twitching.

“Yes dear, morning.” Seth confirmed.

“Are you mad?!” She bellowed. “I haven’t seen morning in…” She trailed off trying to remember when indeed the last time she was up before one in the afternoon. Seth finally piped in.

“No, honey, I’m neither crazy or angry.” He assured her.

“Ahh. But are you serving breakfast? That is the question.” Jalie chimed in. “I’ll take oatmeal.” She added, before he could respond.

“Maybe it’s already downstairs. But you’ll never know until you get down there, now will you?” He teased.

Jalie let out a groan as she climbed out of bed adjusting her boxers. A few minutes later she met Seth downstairs where there was no oatmeal in sight. She dropped into a chair beside the table and glared at him.

“So where is my food, you master of deception?” Jalie asked as Seth handed her a cup of green tea.

“I don’t know about your oatmeal, but I’ve got a slab of Canadian bacon you’re more than welcome to.” Seth winked.

“Nice try, but I still don’t see any oatmeal.” Jalie shot him down.

Just then Hobo Nick wandered into the kitchen with an exceptional looking scarf on. It was fashioned from old hole covered dirty socks tied together, and he was looking mighty proud of himself as he spun in a graceful little circle.

“Well? What do you think?” He asked, grinning.

“I think you’ve finally gone and done what we’ve been waiting for for years, and utterly lost your mind.” Seth stated.

Nick looked highly offended. “I’ll have you know I planned on giving these out as Christmas presents to you two.”

Now Seth looked offended. “Nick, I look like enough of a psycho just by being around my wife, I don’t need your three year old arts and crafts to make matters worse.”

Now, Jalie looked offended. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She and Nick asked in unison.

“It means you’re both fucking nuts. Now Nick if you’d kindly step out of the kitchen and stop stinking things up, I need to make my wife some breakfast.” Seth explained.

Nick flicked the scarf over his shoulder, spun on his heels and stormed out of the kitchen in dramatic fashion.

“So how is Carmen doing with her new apartment?” Seth asked as he got a bowl from the cupboard and began on her oatmeal.

“Good.” Jalie replied. “The inside looks like a Vegas strip club, but good.”

“So she’s done with the whole modeling thing I take it?” Seth questioned.

“Yes, back to her normal skanky-but-cute self.” Jalie said with some relief. “No more fruity hair stylists, no more ‘metro-sexuals’ and no more bitchy models who think they’re better than you because you actually have muscular tissue.”

“And no more Fabrezio.” Seth added as Jalie rolled her eyes. “So did he ever threaten to sabotage her hair dye or something?”

“There were a few threatening phone calls, but he never made good on any of them. He’s too afraid of me.” Jalie said with a satisfied grin.

“Everybody is afraid of you, honey. You’re violent, unpredictable and have no conscience. Not to mention an affinity for sharp objects. Could you imagine if you showed up on Fabrezio’s doorstep with a pair of scissors? His heart would stop.”

Jalie’s gaze narrowed as though she were getting an idea.

“Well, everybody except me of course.” Seth quickly added.

“Even after I practically shoved that cattle prod up you--” Jalie was suddenly interrupted by the splattering of oatmeal on her forehead. There stood Seth at the counter holding the spoon with a playful smirk on his face. At first Jalie was stunned, but then she just swiped her finger across her forehead and stuck it in he mouth.

“Mmm, cinnamon roll.” She said with an excited giggle. Yes, the anticipation of cinnamon roll oatmeal was enough to make her giddy. Seth walked over to the table and sat the bowl in front of Jalie. With a small outburst of clapping and a big smile across her face, she dug in. Enter Jay.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Seth blurted out as Jalie just stared at him with oatmeal dripping off her chin.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Jay simply said as he made his way over to the fridge. It had been weeks since he had been home. His head was half shaved, he had a wonderful assortment of lipstick all over his face and he wasn’t wearing any pants.

“Didn’t you go over to that Rita chick’s place like a week ago?” Seth asked, now realizing it had been that long since he had seen Jay. Jay was silent for a moment as he got a beer out of the fridge and popped the top.

“Yes, I did.” He took a long drink from the bottle. “Remember I told you about how she had a friend?”

Seth nodded.

“Well, it turned out she could’ve counted as three.” Jay started. “Rita started seducing me then the next think I knew this rhinoceros was on top of me and I couldn’t move. When they were done with me the behemoth dragged me over to this overly large cage Rita had set up in the corner and locked me in there.”

“So you’ve been locked up in that cage for over a week?” Seth asked, slightly amused. “How did you get out?”

“Well, that will explain this.” Jay said as he pointed to his head and face. “A couple of her brother’s friends decided to go on a panty raid in her room. That’s when they noticed me sitting in the cage. They found the key on her dresser and took me out of the cage. They took a pair of trimmers and a bag of lipstick they found in one of her drawers and decided to have a little fun. When they heard her outside they quickly threw me back in the cage, but forgot to lock it. So as soon as they left the room I got out of the cage and made for the window.”

“Shit, dude…” Seth casually held a hand over his mouth to keep from busting out laughing. Jay took another sip of his beer and silently left the kitchen.

“I’m still hungry.” Jalie said as she pushed the empty bowl away from her.

“What did you want?” Seth asked, turning back to her.

“Bacon…” Jalie said with a raised eyebrow and a hint of playfulness in her voice. Seth joined in on the eyebrow raising when he realized what she was talking about. Jalie made a dash for the doorway with Seth close behind. The scene faded out.

--/Scene 2/--

The scene faded back in to the halls of Mackay Stadium. Both Seth and Jalie are seen pushing a large metal container, about two feet high, on wheels through the corridor. The lid of the container was closed, hiding whatever contents were in there. They stopped just shy of a corner.

“You got the thread?” Jalie asked Seth.

“Yep, right here.” He said as he pulled a spool of thread from his back pocket. They proceeded to set up a trip rope in front of the metal container.

“There. You ready?” Seth asked his wife. She plugged her nose and nodded. Seth threw open the lid to the container and they were immediately bombarded with a raunchy smell. By the looks of it, it was a tiny trash container. Only thing is that nothing seemed to be bagged… Anymore. Seth waited by the container as Jalie went walking around the corner. She finally unplugged her nose as she approached a door and knocked on it. When the door flung open there stood Shane Adams. He looked very surprised to see Jalie standing there.

“What do you want?” Shane asked rather rudely.

“Pedophile!” Jalie screamed then took off. After his interview with her yesterday he had enough of her and gave chase. Jalie rounded the corner, jumped over the rope and ran around the container. Shane, however, came barreling around the corner, tripped over the thread and tumbled into the trash container. Seth quickly closed the lid and the two jumped up and sat on it, preventing Shane from escaping. Not long after Jenny Tull rounded the corner.

“Phew, what’s that smell?” She asked openly. Seth and Jalie both looked at each other and shrugged.

“Did you remember to put underwear on this morning?” Jalie asked with a sly grin. Jenny stuck her tongue out at Jalie, which only amused her more. Then Jenny took note of the banging she heard.

“What is that? Is somebody in that?” She questioned as she pointed to the container.

“What, this? No.” Seth assured her. He gave it a good thump with his foot and the banging stopped.

“You guys haven’t seen Shane Adams at all, have you?” Jenny asked once more.

“Shane Adams?” Seth asked, playing dumb. “Have you heard of Shane Adams, honey?”

“Nope. Never. Why do you ask?” Jalie blew out.

“Well, I heard he was supposed to be doing an interview with you, but I thought I’d try to beat him to it. Apparently I did.” She concluded happily.

“Sure, go ahead.” Seth ushered. The banging began once more but Seth quickly put an end to it again.

“Well, I talked to you opponent earlier today and got his thoughts on you.” Jenny began. “What are you’re thoughts about him and you’re match?”

Seth let out a little chuckle.

“Where to begin? For someone who supposedly sits back and observes all that is around him, he does a piss-poor job of knowing who he works with. I’ve been here for months, I just took a little leave. So his little rant of how some new guy like me be bursts onto the scene and immediately gets pushed because I “know” people is complete bollocks. Front office knows what I am capable of. I’ve been sitting on a contract for a shot at the Youngblood championship. Which is currently held by Angela Jameson, someone you seem to be quite familiar with. Someone you “decided” to let win, I believe is how you put it. Just like how you decided to let Brandi James win? Or how about Carson when you had a shot at the World title? In fact, the only match I have any memory of you winning was the match against Hell’s Guardian for number one contendorship. And that itself is no real accomplishment. So being in the little slump you’re in you would think you’d take a little more time to study you’re opponent. Or maybe you’re arrogant enough to think you don’t need any knowledge of what you’re getting into, that you’ll be victorious because you’re just better than anybody else. You are British, after all.”

Seth takes a moment to thump the container again.

“Do you honestly think I would’ve been added to the Ultimate-X cage match for the World title for simply just attacking Cody? Sure you do, just like I‘m sure you know all about the match. For someone who’s been around for thirteen years and prides himself on seven World titles, you would think you’d know a little better. If fact, you sound an awful lot like somebody I used to know. Kind of look like him, even. Then again not very many asses vary in general appearance.”

Seth smirked, seemingly amusing himself.

“And you should know the kind of trailer trash that I brought in with me. There’s my lovely wife sat next to me here.”

Jalie gave a huge smile.

“And your World champion happens to be another. You should be well acquainted with him, I suppose. You know, since he made you his bitch and all. Funny thing is, I’ve never lost a match to Carson. In the half dozen or so matches we’ve had my record is spotless. Another thing that has never happened in my career, to my recollection, is I’ve never tapped out. Never. There has not been one submission move I have encountered that I have not found a way out of. And as I’m sure, being trained in the Dungeon yourself, you should be quite knowledgeable of how to execute and escape hundreds of holds. For your sake, you better. It’s great that you’ve been around the world and absorbed several different fighting styles. Me, on the other hand, I just prefer to stick with ground work. Get my opponent down on the mat and bend them in ways they never thought possible. It’s a little difficult to do much of anything, let alone any flashy jumping around when you’re being folded into a pretzel. So it should be interesting to see just which move is more dangerous, you’re modified Boston crab or my modified crossface chickenwing. Both of us seem to take pride in our work, taking something good and making it even better. Or maybe it’s not a question of which move is better as opposed to which one of us has a better ring awareness to prevent either move from being applied. Maybe it’s a combination of both. Perhaps you’ll be the first one to escape from Muerte Lenta. We’ll just have to see when the time comes. One thing is for sure, and that is nothing is certain. As confident as I am about my abilities, I know anything can happen in that ring. So you can bet your ass that if you do manage to escape my grasp, I’m going to make damn sure you earned it.”

Seth looked over at Jalie.

“You ready to get this thing out of here?” He asked her. She nodded and they slid off of it, taking their position behind it. They pushed off and heaved it off down the corridor as the camera got one more shot of Jenny and faded out.