Seth Thomas: Hand me the franks.

Carson’s hand pops up and he hands them to Seth.

Seth Thomas: What the hell are you looking for?

Cody Carson: Just looking....

Seth kicks the door.

Cody Carson: Ow! God damn it!

Carson stands up rubbing his head.

Cody Carson: Asshole.

Carson closes the door and makes faces at Seth behind his back as he heads for the patio door. He walks out and glances to his left, stopping in his tracks. He raises an eyebrow at the sight of Jalie sunbathing. Seth walks up behind him, smacks him in the back of the head and continues out to the yard. Again, Carson rubs his head glaring at Seth, then follows. The camera moves over to the pool, where Jay is seen chasing the parrot in circles.

Jay Dumas: Get back here you feathered bastard!

The parrot continues leading him around the pool, eventually landing up on the diving board.

Parrot: I’m up here...

Jay quickly climbs up the ladder and slowly walks out to the edge.

Jay Dumas: GOTTCHA!

Jay dives for the bird, but it flies out of the way... Again. Jay flies off, landing head first into the pool with a big splash. The parrot hovers over him.

Parrot: WETBACK!

The parrot flies off and the cameras move back over to Seth. Nick walks up to him wearing his “Kiss The Cook’s Ass” apron and grabs the tongs. Seth snatches them from him.

Seth Thomas: Oh no you don’t. I seen what you did at the cook off. Even though it’s nearly impossible to fuck hot dogs and hamburgers, I don’t doubt that you’d find a way.

The phone rings in the house. Seth goes to sit the tongs down, but looks at Nick then decides to take them with him. Nick waits until he gone before pulling another pair out of his apron pocket and smirks. It cuts to inside where Seth grabs the phone off the wall.

Seth Thomas: Hello?

Chris Thomas: Hey Seth.

Seth Thomas: Hi. What’s up?

Chris Thomas: I just got in. Got your message. Jalie already told you what was going on?

Seth Thomas: Yeah. We... talked about it a little last night.

Chris Thomas: How are you taking it all?

Seth Thomas: Eh... Okay, I suppose. I just can’t believe it’s been brought up after so long.

Chris Thomas: But at least we’ll know the person who did this will pay for it.

Seth is silent for a moment before finally giving a sigh.

Seth Thomas: You’re right. I’m just not looking forward to re-living everything. It was such a nightmare. What about you? How are you holding up?

Chris Thomas: I’m doing okay. All seems a little unreal still. Doug’s pretty shaken by it. I guess he’s been staying out late and coming home wasted. I’ve tried talking to him, but he won’t listen to me.

Seth Thomas: Just give it time. I can’t really blame him, he was always the closest to them. Anyways, have you heard any details yet?

Chris Thomas: Nothing really. They’re keeping everything hushed up until they have something solid. They want to talk to you, though. They prefer to see you in person, but understand your profession limits your availability.

Seth Thomas: I’ll have to get a hold of them. You got a number?

Chris Thomas: Yeah, let me find it... Four, one, six... Eight, zero, eight...Three, five, zero, zero. Superintendent Kenneth Cenzura. He said to call anytime between eight and four o’clock.

Seth scribbles the number down.

Seth Thomas: Alright. I’ll give them a call.

Chris Thomas: Okay bro. Take care.

Seth Thomas: You too. Later.

Seth hangs the phone on the wall and stares at the piece of paper before tossing it on the kitchen table. He sighs and heads back outside.

Jalie Thomas: You okay, baby?

Jalie walks up to him and wraps her arms around his waist.

Seth Thomas: Yeah. That was Chris. He gave me the number to get a hold of the people up in Toronto.

He lets out another sigh.

Seth Thomas: I just hate thinking about it.

Jalie Thomas: Don’t worry, baby. It’ll all be over soon.

Seth cracks a smile, leaning over to kiss Jalie.

Jalie Thomas: I’m going to go take a quick shower. I’m surprised you let Nick cook again...

Seth’s eyes grow wide as Jalie disappears into the house. He races down to the grill, where Nick is standing next to it with his hands behind his back. Seth notices the pair of tongs sticking out of Nick’s apron pocket.

Seth Thomas: What did you do...?

Hobo Nick: Oh, nothing...

He smiles, baring what teeth he has left, then walks off. Seth glances over to the grill, a little worried. He opens the lid. He scans the food, then notices something on one of the hot dogs. He picks up a curly grey hair and looks at it. Realizing what it is, he drops it, shakes his hand vigorously and yells. The scene fades out.

First of all, Mr. Beater, I must refer to your comments.

“Who here can stop me? Ex-RWAers? Shawn Walsh? Layton Matthews? even ex-SFTer Erik Dean? Please. I've surpassed them when I left those federations after I officially owned everyone in them.”

Funny how you didn’t mention my wife, seeing as how she kicked your ass and all. Yes, blame it on your lack of soberness. Excuses. God forbid you face reality. And hey, congratulations, you’re sober for the time being... Until you suffer a loss. Will you blame the liquor again? I wouldn’t put it past you. I really despise your kind. Gasp! Looks like I just “advertised” my opinion. Come on, do something Chris. I’m beggin’ you.

Now, “Franchise”, one word comes to mind when I think of you. Moron. That’s it. Plain and simple. Hard to believe you’re the “cornerstone of the industry” when you’ve done nothing to prove it. You’re Primetime champion. I believe Carson was the one that pushed you down that far. And if your false claims aren’t bad enough, you just don’t know when to stop talking.

Please, that last thing you need to do is go on all day.

Do you know why we don’t take you seriously? There’s no doubt that you’re a good athlete, but you take away from yourself every time you open your mouth. It obviously never occurred to you that Jalie is happily married to moi. The only thing you accomplished by claiming my wife is a whore and she wants on you, is that you’re a complete buffoon. Did you honestly think anybody was going to listen to you? You’re just full of falsities, aren’t you?

It must be hard, being a bright fellow like yourself.

You are right with one thing. I did go through hell at Avengement. I don’t claim to be good, I prove it. Mr. Royal thought he was all high and mighty, that he couldn’t possibly be beaten by the likes of me. What happened? I kindly put his foot in his mouth. Much to the manner I plan to do to you. This business is full of people high on themselves, and you’re no different. I, myself, don’t posses an ego. I wouldn’t be able to stand myself if I did. But there’s nothing I enjoy more than deflating them.

“I did not have sexual relations with that woman!”

Lets see. We have “cornerstone of the industry”. My wife is a slut. Nobody can measure up to you, despite Cody already beating you once. We’re up to three false claims thus far. But wait, there’s more. Now we’re nothing compared to your partners, Andrew Powers and David Jax. Because you say so? You don’t have an impressive track record with your claims so far Mr. Jarvis, and I don’t think I’ll be disappointed with this either. Mr. Powers hasn’t done much to prove his worth. In fact, he’s done nothing at all. And as for Mr. Jax, he isn’t looking too promising either. If I were in your situation, I would feel awfully let down. Making such a big deal over what’s going to turn out to be a dud Sunday night.

And we can’t forget about Ms. Rihannon.

You claim that Ms. Rihannon is more attractive then my wife. Differences of opinion, not that it really matters. The fact that you even brought that up proves you know nothing of what you’re doing. It’s like saying, “my dad can beat up you dad”. And what exactly would Ms. Rihannon do when my wife gets a hold of her? Scream? You can claim whatever you want, just don’t be surprised when it’s thrown back in your face Sunday night.

And a little note to Mr. Jax.

The show is Violence. And you’re not facing three guys. Jalie happens to be my wife, if you haven’t been paying attention. Very observant of you. You should fit right in here with Jarvis...