*BOUNCE*

"RAHHHH THE GAME IS ON THE LINE FANS!!! ONLY TENS SECONDS TO GO!"

*BOUNCE*

*DRIBBLE* *DRIBBLE*

"EIGHT, SEVEN.... HE'S GOT TIME!! HE HAS TO MAKE THE----"

*BOUNCE*
*BOUNCE*
*BOUNCE*

"Shit!"

The basketball gets away from Calypso when it bounces off of his foot mid-dribble. He stumbles and chases after it, quickly grabbing it and repositioning himself.

"TO WIN MARCH MADNESS!!!"

Calypso takes a perfect shot from the three point line. It sails through the air heading for the basket!!

*BUNG*

It bounces off the top of the backboard and back to the ground.

"Man! It looks like I have some work to do! I have to admit, it's been awhile since I've laced up my Lebron's and took to the court. Don't think I won't be ready though, Ruckus! March Madness is the best time of year and I AM stoked to be apart of the XWF cross-over. I--"

Calypso notices his light flashing from his phone.

"Hold up ya'll! Looks like I'm getting a call!"

He runs over and grabs the phone which was filming live on Facebook and see's THEO PRYCE on the screen. His eyes light up and he answers it.

"Theo! What up my, #&%?"

Calypso listens for a moment.

"Oh, we can't? Sorry. New rules? I gotcha. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! I'm not racist! It's a figure of speech! Right. Okay. Yeah, I'll shut up."

Calypso bites his bottom lip and wraps a hand around the back of his neck.

"You were watching?! SWEEEEET! What? Wait... WHAT? Oh. Ohhhhhhhhh. Well, shit. Thanks for the heads-up. Yessir. I will. I won't. I won't. Okay. Yep.. Buh... Bye! .... He hung up."

Calypso looks at the screen and loads his Facebook Live back up.

"Okay, dudes and dudettes, apparently there's NOT a basketball tournament called March Madness taking place in the XWF. It's a tournament alright... but uh... Fuck. I bought all this gear, too."

"Well it's not like I'm inexperienced when it comes to THIS kinda thing. I'm afterall a seven time Federweight Champion a former TV Champion... I could have been one of the greatest to hold the title! Coulda. But that doesn't mean Calypso won't be back baby! In fact, this tournament here is a perfect way for me to show that I can get back in the runnings and maybe even recapture the Federweight Title for and EIGHTH time!!"

The phone flashes again.

"Now what?"

Calypso picks it up.

"Theo again? Hello?"

Calypso listens closely dumbfounded.

"It's what?! WHY? What about history?! I can't fuck history! What the hell?! Freestyle Title?! Ugh. Okay. Thanks ag--- He hung up."

Calypso sets his phone back up.

"So apparently there is no longer a Federweight TItle in the XWF. So.... Hm. I guess I...."


He sniffles and wipes his nose.

"Calypso out."

Calypso shuts off the feed and grabs his phone. On his way by the basketball he kicks it with all he can and it bounces off the closed bleachers and back at him nailing him in the stomach/groin area putting him on the ground.