Disneyland

The scene opens up just a few miles from Anaheim Convention Centre. We are in Disneyland. The ride, It's a small world.



The repetitiveness of the song pulsates around the brains of all the guest sat on the little boats enjoying the attraction.

it's a world of laughter, a world or tears its a world of hopes, its a world of fear theres so much that we share that its time we're aware its a small world after all its a small world after all its a small world after all its a small world after all its a small, small world

The ride shudders to a stop with a groan from the children who were there having the greatest time of there young lives at the greatest place in the world. A second groan from there parents when the realisations sets in that although the ride appears to have broken down the soundtrack as no desire to relent.

There is just one moon and one golden sun And a smile means friendship to everyone. Though the mountains divide And the oceans are wide It's a small small world. its a small world after all its a small world after all its a small world after all its a small, small world

Chris Macbeth is stood at the front of the line waiting to ride when word comes through from the overly friendly Disneyland staff.

"Hello everyone, welcome to Disney land and Welcome to Its a small world. Unfortunately we have had a technical flight with this ride, we hope to have it up and running again soon we are very sorry for any inconvenience caused. "

Macbeth turns and ducks under the fence that keeps the line in order and dives out an emergency exit back into the Californian sun. He lights up a cigarette as he approaches a designated smoking area. Thank god I am out of there he thought to himself.

"That song was doing my nutt in"

Macbeth calls out to a ice cold bottled drink vendor who was walking around the park holding a tray of bottles in front of him. The vendor walks over. Looking into the tray Macbeth picks out an ice cold Dr Pepper and hands the $5 over.

"Shame he had know beer"

Macbeth spins open the top of his bottle and has a swig. He then pulls another cigarette out of his pack and lights it up. Sitting down on the bench in the smoking area he drops the bottle down next to him and grabs his phone out of his pocket.


"Yeah I'm here man, stood outside of Its a small world.

Yeah the smoking area.

Ok see you in 5"


Macbeth was on the phone to Adam. Adam has bought his family out to Californian from Chicago on holiday. A trip to Disneyland was in order or he would have never heard the end of it from his 2 little ones.

Adam's calmed down family life is definitely got its perks compared to anyone else's family life. Who else is best friends with a professional wrestler who decides to fund almost everything for him.

They had been friends for as long as they can remember. Back home in England they were friends from primary school. Adam was the guy who taught Macbeth how to fight, he drove him to the hospital when his brother had is fateful car accident and shared the responsibility of carrying the coffin into the church. Adam had been with Macbeth through everything. They started the band together they built its success and when Macbeth wanted out it was Adam that supported him. After all that Adam will still be stubborn but Macbeth insists on treating him and his family to all the luxuries he has been fortunate to receive in the resent times of his life.

Macbeth waves as Adams to young sons come running over to him calling him Uncle Buck...

Macbeth: Uncle Buck??

Adam walks up laughing as Macbeth looks up at him.

Macbeth: Uncle Buck?

Adam: Haha sorry mate, Kelly thought it would be funny.

Macbeth: Yeah but I look nothing like John Candy.

Kelly: Yeah dumbass, that's why it is funny.

Kelly approaches after trying to calm the 2 kids down.

Macbeth: Might have known that would have been your doing.

Macbeth and Kelly share a hug before the 5 of them continue to walk through the park towards a burger bar to get some lunch.

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What's next for Chris Macbeth

Nothing that's what, nothing but a match up this weekend with Wallace's favourite wonder kid A.J Powell. What can be said about A.J Powell.

Not much, well i cant be bothered to say much but one thing for sure is that A.J lies worse than O.J.

He claims to be a good honest competitor. One that never cheats... BULLSH#T. What you did last week was not honourable, honest or trustworthy. Three traits that if you lack tends to lead to the point that you are in fact a cheating scum bag. There was nothing done by yourself last week that some of the most disgusting cheating ba#tards in the world of wrestling wouldn't do and honestly, I include myself in that.

So AJ stop the Mother Theresa act your the same of the rest of us and will do anything to have things your way. Well your way has reached a premature dead end my friend. That dead end is a brick wall called Chris Macbeth and come Wednesday Night you can go back to Walksce and tell him you made a grave error in judgment in returning to the XWF. Hopfully he will let you leave again with your tail between your legs.

That being said you may want to think about heading out prior to Warfare A.J. Even the late Johnnie Cochran himself wouldnt be able to get you out of the trouble you have got yourself into.