Shortly after a complete dismantling of Gloriously Awful, Fuzz and Noah are seen walking towards their dressing room. Noah is once again hopping around like a toddler after five Red Bull’s. Fuzz shakes his head as they approach the locker room. Fuzz slowly opens the door. The room is clean and tidy, Fuzz grabs a towel from a rack by the door and tosses it in Noah’s face

“Oi Cunt… what did you do that for?”

Fuzz laughs and sits down and begins to us tie his shoes.

“Figured you would need that.”

“Why? We didn’t even break a sweat. Those piss stains actually thought they had a chance. I mean the way we utterly destroyed them.”

Noah begins to pantomime fighting.

“AND THEN YOU HIT THEM WITH A POW!”

Noah continues.

“And I was all like Oi Cunt… Blammo!”

Fuzz stands up and stops Noah by placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Ok Noah, calm down. That was easy, but it’s only going to get more difficult the deeper we go. AGK was and still are nothing more than a large joke. They aren’t what this tournament is all about. We both need to focus on the next round.”

Noah nods, and takes a deep breath.

“Yeah we beat the shit out of those cunts. Seriously what kind of moron thinks that drivel would’ve been enough… stupid cunts.”

Fuzz sits down, and almost immediately his phone begins to buzz. Fuzz glances over to it and sees that it’s an unrecognized number and ignores it.

“Aren’t you going to get that?”

Fuzz shakes his head.

“But it might be something really important…”

Fuzz picks up the phone and shakes it in Noah’s face.

“If it’s so important, they’ll leave a message.”

No sooner than Fuzz finish that statement, a little flag pops up on the voicemail app.

“Silly old cunt, told you it was important.”

Fuzz tosses the phone aside, and leans back in his chair.

“The only message I’m worried about right now is one from management. They have kept the brackets a complete secret, and we have no idea who we are facing next.”

Noah keeps glancing at the phone.

“Yeah, but aren’t you just the least bit interested in who could possibly be calling you and leaving a very important message….”

“No. All I want is the text telling us our next match-up.”

Noah just picks up Fuzz’s phone and tosses it to him.

“Listen Da….”

Fuzz glares are Noah.

“Fu...No Fuck you…. Dad you stupid Cunt!”

Just then the phone buzzes and Noah looks it before Fuzz snatches it away from him.

“Oi… Is that who I think it is? I’ve been waiting to get my hands on that cunt and her cunty wife…..”

Fuzz looks at the text message.

“Her I know ...this other one… No clue.”

Noah laughs slightly.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t. Like you know how much like a total bitch she is… Imagine that, and then multiply it by like a billion.”

Fuzz nods, and sits back down in his chair.

“So just like last round?”

“Fair Dinkum”

Fuzz and Noah sat there in the locker room in an awkward silence for a few beats, before Fuzz gets a puzzled look on his face. Then looks over to Noah.

“Since when do you care who is calling me?”

Noah shrugs.

“I don’t know. I just figured you might take an interest in answering your voicemails.”

Fuzz opens the app and before he can he sets it down and looks over to Noah who is intently watching him.

“Ok… What’s this all about Noah?”

Noah then looks down at the ground and lets out a deep sigh.

“Listen. I know that it’s not possible, and you have said that numerous times. But were you ever in the Land Down Under, I don’t know any time in the late 90’s?”

Fuzz clearly exasperated, rubs his fingers in his eyes.

“No… No I wasn’t Noah. I’ve only ever been to Australia twice when not working. You know how I am when I’m working. I don’t have time for extracurriculars ...”

Noah looking disappointed just nods.

“I know that, but you said you were there twice when you weren’t working.”

Fuzz nods.

“Yeah. Once when I was married, and the other when I just started in this business. I was maybe 15. The old days in Australia was basically the wild west in the wrestling industry. You didn’t even need to be trained, all you had to do was show up…..Oh My God…..”

“What?”

Fuzz’s eyes begin to dart across the room. Looking all over the room clearly counting.

“Oh my god…”

“Yes…..”

“Noah ...It's entirely possible, although highly improbable, but possible nonetheless.”

You can visually see Noah’s emotions go from dour to outright giddy.

“You mean….. That…… Please don’t be lying…. Please tell me that this isn’t some sick joke…”

Fuzz just shakes his head ‘No’.

“Ok ...but how improbable?”

Fuzz shugs.

“I don’t know it's a big country. I was only there a week or so.”

Noah is smiling from ear to ear.

“So what you met my mum, and bounced? I mean I get that, you were young…”

Fuzz smiles.

“Possibly your mom, and 6 others.”

Noah’s demeanor changes instantly.

“Whore!”

“What I was young, dumb and full of….”

“I get it…”

“No they got it.”

Noah lets out a slight chuckle.

“Ok so where were you staying while you were there?”

Fuzz stands there silently, then finally answers.

“I was there for work, I was there for seven days, and was on the road 5 of them. So five different cities, all for a night.”

“So you didn’t stay anywhere in one place for more than a day?”

“Nope.”

Noah begins to nod his head.

“Ok so there are 24 million people, you slept with 7 of them…”

“There wasn’t much sleeping going on.”

Noah waves Fuzz off, and shushes him.

“Shut it… I’m mathing, and it’s hard.”

Fuzz rolls his eyes.

“Ok, so there’s like way less than one percent that you are my dad, but I still have better odds that you are my father that I do at winning the power ball.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Noah gets a large smile on his face, and begins to head for the door. He walks out but leans his head back into the locker room.

“Thanks Dad…. You really might want to check that voicemail. Bye.”

With that Noah was gone from the locker room. Fuzz is obviously trying to remember what the girls looked like from Australia, and if they resemble Noah at all. Fuzz then picks up the phone and opens the Voicemail app.

“Hello This is Luanne from the Maury Show out here in Stamford Connecticut. We were given your number as a possible father for one of our participants on the show. We were wondering if you would be willing to give a sample and possibly show up for the results. Please give us a call back at your earliest convenience.”

Fuzz hangs up the phone and sets it on his lap. Fidgeting with it as he begins to bounce his leg feverishly. Then begins to dial a number. After a short pause someone answers on the other end.

“Yeah it’s me…. I’ve got a potential problem….. I’ll send you the details.”

Fuzz hangs up the phone, and takes a deep breath. He begins to rummage through his bag and pulls out a needle but the camera cuts before any more is shown.

The Afterthought:

Well there it is people. I know it isn’t that impressive to beat a few asshoels like AGK in any context, but we weren’t joking when we said we were going to embarrass them in the middle of the ring. For every time you all have heard that someone was going to dismantle them in the middle of the ring, how many times has it actually happened? Rarely. So when you saw that, nothing more that domination, it must’ve felt awesome for people to actually back up what they have said. I know it’s a rarity here in the XWF. I’m not immune to over glorifying myself. I like to toot my own horn on occasion, but last week, what a euphoric experience. Just showing AGK that they didn’t belong in my presence was validating.

Not that I need their validation. It was all for my own self gratification. This tournament is to strictly prove a point to everyone in this industry. If you step on the mound against me, get ready for the biggest bat flip in the world. I’m talking I’m going to make Jose Bautista blush. I’ve been doing this for a long time, and still I haven’t met a single person that could strike fear in me. I’ve stood across the ring from some of the baddest mother fuckers on the planet, and won. I’ve thrived here for so long that there isn’t anything I haven’t seen before. I’ve seen people with multiple personality disorder, I saw a guy prance around thinking he was a woman and winning the women's title. I’ve seen Clownz, Gangsta’s, I’ve seen Bloodhounds. There isn’t anything I haven’t seen before.

And that brings me to this weeks, I don’t want to say challenge, but this weeks point. The point is no matter how much you think you matter to the outside world, once you step into the ring nothing matters. The old saying goes Brains over Brawn, but in this instance you have neither. I’m smarter than both of you, don’t believe me? I’ll get to that later. I’m obviously stronger than the both of you. So you’ve got to rely on your guile? Well that’s not going to work out so well for you both, again… veteran. Guile means exactly shit to me. I’m not going to run everything down for you, I’m pretty sure you get the point, so I’ll move on.

I know that by saying I'm stronger than you might sound a bit misogynistic, but the facts are there. I’ve been called a lot of things in this business. Flake, Junkie, Loser, Owner, GM, Universal Champion, Bigot, Homo-phobe, Legend etc. Yet if you look around and check, there is exactly one person still here today that said those things. One man who has weathered just as many storms as I have, and guess what? I can tell he’s falling, his end is near. Meanwhile you guys are still here.

It’s not that I dislike either of you but you're currently standing in my way. I wish for nothing more than to bulldoze over the both of you so quickly in the ring, that way you guys can go back to scissoring or whatever you two do, I don’t care. The thing I care about least about you guys is that you’re lesbians. It’s honestly not even worth my breath to bring it up. Hell I’m a proud supporter of the LGBTQ. Rigth on sisters, but I know you don’t think this was, but if you think that just because you are queer i’m going to take it easy? We both know that isn’t going to happen.

Sarah, I don’t hate you. I don’t know enough about you to care. I know that you will have so much to say. You’ll just talk and talk, I think it’s because I’m pretty sure you just like to hear yourself. Well i don’t think that I am stepping out of bound by saying this. Shut the fuck up. No one wants to hear about your life constantly. You are getting dangerously close to Kid Kool levels of annoyance, whether it’s in your pomo’s, on twitter, or even that bullshit network you’re plastered all over. There is such a thing as too much Sarah. I’m not going to say we’re going to put you down like old yeller and bury you next to AGK, but the thought has crossed my mind. It’s true that you have beaten Noah, but let's be honest… did you really? Fine, but this is different. This is for a chance at the Tag Team titles, and he brought me in his “Family”, and you went to yours. The difference between us? While your relations, are ok by the laws of the land, ours very well could be made by laws of nature.

Then there was the better half, Kenzi. I honestly don’t know a single thing about you. That was until I googled your ass. MMMmhmMMm What a fine…… No I won’t resort to such tactics. It’s tacky. Kenzi you and I have just recently met via Twitter. Just like Sarah, I’m almost regretting that follow. All you do is post pictures of some shitty show that no one has ever seen. Y'all got James Raven to appear and guess what? Not ever he could get people to watch that pile of trash. It’s almost as good as your LFL run?

First time in the playoffs in four years? Isn’t there only like 12 teams? I mean congrats on making it, but what the fuck took you so god damn long? It’s only football, it’s not that tough. Throw, catch, endzone, rinse and repeat. It’s must be the fact that you’re basically galavanting around out there in your underwear, it would make it tougher. The rug burn alone would hurt like hell… get it? Rug burn?.... Ahhh you get it. Or we can talk all about your MMA career? I’m not very good at math, but aren’t you supposed to win more than lose? Or is MMA like golf where when you win less it’s actually better? Obviously I know that the point is to win, but when did you miss the memo? The skills are transferable to wrestling, so I obviously have nothing to worry about. Or…..

Jesus you are all over the place. All those B movies are just a slight step up from porn. You should count yourself lucky that it hasn’t devoled into that yet. Someone with all of your features could easily make, more from porn that you are currently starring in movies with Ian Zerhing, and Tara Reid… or at least what’s left of her. So please tell me Kenzi….

What the fuck do you bring to the table other than a pure pile of mediocrity? Everything you’ve done you have done just good enough to not be considered top tier. So what do I have to worry about this week? Hell I’m pretty sure I could give Noah the week off, and not worry one bit. I’m sorry Sarah, these two no longer recognize your reign as our “Queen”, and we will not bend the knee to you.

At Savage, this will quickly become a war. Where only the strongest will move on….

I’m Sorry that I’m not sorry.[/b]