We won like we said we would. End of forward.

SCENE 01: ANYBODY COULD BE IN LAX..

We won, bringing Storm's record to a nice eight - and - two. Yeah, it's only ten matches, but what counts is that he's won most of them. This week, he's against Homicide, who'll be having Carlito for a manager, while Storm himself will be having Roode for a manager. Sounds a bit lopsided to me, but eh, whatever. It's always lopsided when you're facing Beer Money in any combination, and usually, the advantage is on Beer Money's side... really, who else's would it be on?

Anyhow, this week, we're in... the hallway? Yep. We meet up with Storm, Roode, and Jackie as they're leaned over a table, looking down at something just outside thier locker room door. For the most part, they're talking in hushed voices.. well, all except for Storm, who's always being loud anyway. Closing in on them, we see that they're leaned over a world map, pointing at different places on it as they talk. The camera's mic finally starts picking up thier conversation.

"I don't get it, though, Roode. LAX has always been about Latinos and Mexicans and all. We all know that. Hell, we faced em too many damn times to count in TNA."

"Ain't that the truth. I thought we got away from them when we left, but apparently not."

"Thing is, Mexicans and Latinos... come from Mexico, right?"

"Generally speaking, but they can come from elsewhere."

"What do ya mean?"

"If someone is labeled as Hispanic or Latino, then they are, by definition, 'a person of Cuban, Mexican, Puerto Rican, South or Central American, or other Spanish culture or origin regardless of race.'"

"So... they'll just accept anybody that ain't American?"

"Practically, yes."

Roode sees Storm's face fall at the realization of this, and sighs.

"Let me guess... I just killed your theory."

"Theory?"

"Yeah.. you were figuring that since they come from Mexico, how could they accept Carlito since he's Puerto Rican, right?"

Storm thinks about this then nods.

"Yeah... you didn't just kill my theory, you killed it and threw it off a cliff."

"Sorry, man... I can't help that I'm smarter than you."

"Yeah, whatever... anyhow, the way I figure it, we're screwed."

"What do you mean?"

"You said they accept anyone that ain't American, right?"

"Yeah. Anyone from Cuba, Mexico, Puerto Rico, South or Central America."

"Then we're screwed."

"How do you figure it?"

"Look at the damn roster, Roode! We got Estrada, Carlito, Eddie Guerrero, Juventud, Kofi, and Tazz on Fusion... they could recruit any one of em! Not to mention they could recruit from Meltdown too... Umaga and the Rock!"

"They're Samoan, Storm."

"They could still be recruited... power in numbers and all that."

"The Isle of Samoa doesn't count as far as I know."

"We are outnumbered, Roode. This whole damn company could be in with LAX, and we wouldn't know it til it's too late. We think we're facing some random dude and WHAM! They joined LAX like five minutes ago. We got to watch our backs, man. We can't trust anybody anymore."

"I am not going to even try to follow your logic, Storm. Apparently you and me think on different wavelengths outside of the ring."

"That's not the point, Roode. Point is, we need to be ready. We need to suspect anybody and everybody, whether they've been abducted into LAX officially or not."

"Abducted? I think you mean inducted, Storm."

"That too.. but with the way they work, they could prolly beam somebody up. You never know. Abducted, inducted, however they get in works. They're still a part of LAX regardless.. and it could be anybody. We got to be careful, man."

"I think that beer's finally gone to your brain, Storm."

"Beer... speaking of beer, go get me another one, Jackie. You want one, Roode?"

Jackie goes into their locker room to grab another beer for Storm, closing the door behind her, probably relieved that she's finally gotten a break from the two of them.

"No, I'm good, thanks. I still think you're being paranoid, though. Like I said... it's finally gotten to your brain and those brain cells that have somehow escaped before are screaming out for help now in the form of this... theory."

"Naw, man... naw. I'm thinkin fine... and I still say any one of them could be in LAX and we wouldn't know it."

"Let's get down to specifics here. You're facing Homicide with Carlito backing him up. I'll be backing you up. What do you think about that?"

"Carlito's backing Homicide up?"

"Yeah, and I'm backing you up."

"See?! See, I told you! Carlito joined LAX! What'd I tell you, Roode?! You NEVER fuckin KNOW!"

Roode sighs and rubs his forehead, feeling a familiar ache start just behind his left eye as Jackie comes out with another beer for Storm. Tossing the empty bottle in the trash, Storm opens up the new one and takes a long sip before tossing the bottlecap in the trash.

"Who the hell names thierself Homicide anyhow? Ain't that a crime or somethin?"

Roode drops his hand down to his side and nods.

"Yeah.. better known as murder. It's not always illegal, but yeah, most times it's considered a crime."

"So this dude Homicide kills people?"

"Puts new meaning to 'guns don't kill people, people kill people', huh?"

"Seriously. Just when you think you know a person..."

"I didn't say he has, I said his name makes it look like he has. Probably some sort of Latino thing to make yourself look tougher, I don't know."

At this point, one of the backstage people brings Roode a few peices of paper with something typed onto it, like it was printed off of the computer - most likely the WIW's records. Scanning through it, Roode see s something that makes him laugh a bit.

"Whut? Whut is it?"

"This is something I had a staff member look up for me about Homicide. He's Puerto Rican, by the way. You'll never guess what his real name is, though."

"What?"

"Nelson Erazo."

Storm's laugh starts out as a snicker, but soon turns into full blown laughter.

"Nelson? Wasn't that some eighties hair band with like, two blonde twin brothers?"

"It scares me that you know that, but yeah."

"No wonder he goes by Homicide. I wouldn't want people to call me Nelson, either."

"Says here that he took his name from an episode of America's Most Wanted where a guy was arrested for homicide. America's Most Wanted... sound familiar?"

"Yeah, so what? We liked the name so we took it. Besides.. it sounds way cooler than Homicide."

Roode snorts, grinning a bit. "No wonder they made him change his finisher in TNA."

Storm tries to peek over at the paper. "Why?"

"Cause otherwise, it'd be known as the Cop Killer. I don't think they'd be too happy about that, do you?"

"Not after that rap song, no."

"My thoughts exactly."

"Well whatever the reason, he ain't killin me tonight or any other night. He and Carlito can just go back to that dot on the map island of thiers cause tonight's the Cowboy's night.. and you know what they say to those people that go against me..."

"I'm afraid I do..."

They grin at each other and say in unison...

"SORRY... ABOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!"

The two of them laugh as the scene fades out. Will Storm indeed win over Homicide, or will the Latino add another victim to his ever growing list? The answer to this question and more will be answered... tomorrow night... on WIW Fusion.