Date: September 30, 2013
Arena: US Airways Center
City: Phoenix, Arizona
The fireworks are off, sending waves of light, heat, and fiery explosions all around Phoenix, Arizona’s US Airways Center! The crowd is alive and roaring! Signs all over the place! An “Extreme Revolution” sign featuring a guillotine! “Bye-Bye Paulie!” “The Future Is Coming On!”
JOEY STYLES: We are live in the Valley of the Sun! Phoenix seems ready for a little turmoil. Which is good, because…this…is…Madness!
As usual, I am Joey Styles, your voice for Madness. Tonight, our interim GM has planned an amazing TV Title defense as Mr. Supernova defends against not one, not two, but three challengers in an elimination fatal four way! Last man to get a pinfall or submission takes the title!
We’ll also see a tie-breaker for the Fall Madness series between John Austin and Matt Lennox, as they go head to head in a Falls Count Anywhere match to break up their 8 point tie! Let’s get star—“
Joey’s commentary is suddenly disrupted as “The Sound of Madness” is interrupted by a record scratch sound, followed by…
| “Sick, Sick, Sick” by Queens of the Stone Age plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “And here comes our guest GM for the evening!”
As the song plays out, Mystica emerges from the back. But he is not dressed for action as he would usually be. He’s decked out in a brown suit and red tie, looking rather cleaned up. He smiles at the crowd and waves meekly as he strolls down to the ring, stepping in between the ropes. He holds a microphone to his mouth.
MYSTICA: “Yes, yes! How exciting! Madness minus our favourite portly leader, Paul Heyman. I know, it’s rather disappointing, but I assure you, I’ll more than fill his size nine shoes. This is Mystica’s Madness! Welcome to the Asylum! But don’t you worry your pretty faces. I must emphasize the “interim” of the phrase “interim general manager.” One night only. I’ve been in contact with the Network, and they say they are personally working on selecting a new GM for you Madness viewers at this very moment!
Tonight, I’ve specifically set up an exciting card for you desert-dwellers to sip your seven dollar beers to. And these bloody participants think Heyman himself planned all this! All their hate is going to the wrong source! Not that I’m complaining…
I’ve been informed that Vincent Altieri has pulled himself from the TV Title match. So, in my infinite wisdom, you’ll notice I’ve found a suitable replacement. My beloved Congregation’s personal physician, Dr. Casey Jones!”
There is a chorus of boos from the audience. Someone chucks an empty cup, formerly filled with aforementioned seven dollar beer, which Mystica dodges with ease.
MYSTICA: “Oi, calm yourselves! While this may have been my personal decision, I assure you all…there will be no funny business! I’ve instigated a neutrality policy upon myself. You have my word. In no way will I become physically involved in the main event. Cross my heart and hope to er… die. Best of luck, Dr. Jones.”
With that, the interim GM drops his mic on the mat, sending a BOOM through the stadium as he exits to his theme music, occasionally looking over his shoulder at the crowd behind him with a knowing grin.
JOEY STYLES: “Well, the interim GM showing a bit of mischievousness here. What in the world does he have planned?”
Madness fades to commercial.
JOEY STYLES: “The Madness returns with our first match of the night!”
JOEY STYLES: “Jenna Silver! Newcomer to Madness, and sexual extraordinaire!”
JOEY STYLES: “Taking her on is Liz Hathaway, who showed a great effort against the Nature Boy himself Ric Flair last week, but ultimately came up a bit short.”
Jenna Silver
- vs -
Liz Hathaway
Standard Rules
|
The bell rings, but it seems Silver is more interested in showing off her body, as she rubs her hands up and down her torso, drawing a few excited “whoop”s from the crowd. Her little show is soon interrupted by the impatient Liz, who marches up to her opponent and delivers a stomp to her tight midsection. Doubled over now, Silver is slammed face-first into the mat by her hair. Liz then revels in the cheers from the fans as she herself shows off, albeit in a much less sexual manner.
JOEY STYLES: “Looks like Miss Hathaway didn’t come here for a private dance!”
Liz picks up Silver by the hair and drags her to the corner, where she slams Silver’s head into the turnbuckle and delivers a few slaps to the chest. However, Silver seems to take a perverse enjoyment in these targeted slaps, and begs Liz for more. With a roll of the eyes, Liz chooses instead to take a step back and give Silver a roundhouse kick to the head! Silver stumbles out of the corner and falls to the mat, stunned.
Liz goes for a pin.
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Kick-out from Jenna Silver, who sits up and licks her lips seductively, clearly enjoying all of this. Liz is having none of it, though, and wraps her arms around Silver’s head in a choke hold. Silver soon powers out of it by elbowing Liz in the gut a few times, and following up with a bounce off the ropes and a running cross-body down into a pin!
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Hathaway kicks out! Silver uses her moment of rest to tantalize the fans some more, doing a little booty wiggle between the ropes. Members of both genders in the audience collectively cheer. A few female boos are heard. But as Silver was putting on this little show, Liz has managed to sneak up behind her, and rolls her up with a schoolboy pin!
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Silver kicks out! Not just kicks out, she rolls Liz into a schoolboy of her own! With a little added leverage from her feet on the ropes!
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3!
WINNER: Jenna Silver
+3 Points
|
Following her cheap win, Silver quickly slides to the outside to avoid any violent response Liz might have. As Hathaway attempts to argue her case with the referee, Jenna Silver reaches the top of the ramp, turns back to the ring, and blows a playful kiss to Hathaway before disappearing into the back.
JOEY STYLES: “Jenna Silver picking up a cheap win on Liz Hathaway. That girl just can’t get a break with these cheap wins against her.”
Madness heads to a commercial break as Hathaway continues to argue with the ref, tugging furiously at her own hair in utter frustration.
Madness returns from commercial with a view inside Mystica’s makeshift office. He is seen seated at his desk, a cup of steaming Earl Gray tea in his hands as he gently stirs it. As he takes a sip, Sly, Paul Heyman’s assistant, and now, temporarily, Mystica’s assistant, enters the office, cell phone in hand.
MYSTICA: “Hm? Ah, Sly! Good to see you, mate! Do tell, what’s the plan?”
SLY: “I don’t know about any plan, Mr. Martin, but the Administrator Network is currently in a meeting regarding Mr. Heyman’s replacement. And I was just…worried.”
MYSTICA: “Worried? What for? Heyman? No…no, more self-focused…your job?”
Sly doesn’t answer, but the fear is apparent in his mannerisms. Mystica gives a hearty laugh.
MYSTICA: “Oh, I assure you, my friend…your job is certainly in the balance.”
Sly looks a bit shocked by Mystica’s callous response, but he retains his composure.
SLY: “I’ve been told there are a number of options for a new GM, with Mr. Heyman also being reconsidered. And I’ve also been informed you know one of the applicants, as well.”
MYSTICA: “Matter of fact, I do.”
He places his cup of tea on the desk and tents his fingers over his lips, thinking.
MYSTICA: “Nice bloke. Worked with him in Cardiff on assignment. Bit uh…bloodthirsty. I’m sure he’d be one to preserve your employment. It might be prudent of you to back him. Not that you have any say in the matter, but…”'
He smiles.
MYSTICA: “It’d still be wise to get on his good side.”
With that ominous statement, he gives a plotting grin, and Madness fades into the next segment with a slow zoom into the man’s eerie blue eyes.
Andrew Morrison appears backstage, seated upon a large moving crate, taping his wrists up in preparation for his match. Sarah Parsons walks up to him.
SARAH PARSONS: "I wish this didn't have to go down tonight."
Andrew turns and looks at her.
ANDREW MORRISON: "I wish it didn't have to either, I hope Mystica and the damn Administrator Network enjoy it, because soon, no one around here will enjoy what will happen when you fuck with us."
Sarah nods and looks down. Andrew grabs her hand comfortingly.
ANDREW MORRISON: "It's time.”
Madness fades into commercial.
JOEY STYLES: “The Madness returns with a triple threat! Morrison! Nash! Kennedy! Let’s get into it!”
| ”Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns n’ Roses plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “Andrew Morrison, accompanied by the lovely Sarah Parsons! She looks incredibly worried. After all, Morrison will be facing a good friend of both parties for the second week in a row.”
| ”Circus for a Psycho” by Skillet plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “The Twisted Angel has arrived! Showing an impressive amount of capability last week tagging with John Austin. ”
Nash gives Parsons and Morrison a little nod as she enters the ring, showing a bit of respect, before she allows the Twisted Angel to take over. The nod turns into more of a glare…
| “Let It Go” by G-Unit plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “Ken Kennedy, having pulled off a victory against The Table last week, is facing another potentially difficult match!”
Christine Nash
- vs -
Andrew Morrison
- vs -
Ken Kennedy
Triple Threat
|
As Kennedy reaches the ring, he ascends the turnbuckle and takes a seat, sipping on the beer in his hand. As the referee motions for the bell, Morrison and Nash study Kennedy for a moment before nodding to each other and charging Kennedy with a collective shove, sending him falling off the turnbuckle to the outside! His beer spills all over the floor!
JOEY STYLES: “Aw, where’s a janitor when you need one?”
With Kennedy out of the way, it seems that Nash and Morrison have agreed to let this contest continue as it must, as Nash kicks Morrison in the side of his leg, sending him limping away into the corner. Nash looks to follow up with a crossbody, but Morrison catches her midair, marches out of the corner, and hits her with a backbreaker!
Morrison yells to the air – a howl of a wild animal! He climbs to his feet as Kennedy re-enters the ring, his now-empty beer bottle in hand. With no care as to the outcome, Kennedy swings his bottle forward, intending to smash it over Morrison’s head, but Morrison ducks it, and floors Kennedy with a clothesline! Kennedy rolls away as Morrison returns his focus to Nash. As she makes her way to her feet, he puts her back down with a big boot! Morrison goes for the pin on Nash.
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Kick-out!
With Nash’s kick-out, Morrison is momentarily stunned, and Kennedy takes advantage. As Morrison climbs to one knee, Kennedy hits him with a snap DDT, right into Nash’s abdomen! Sarah Parsons looks away quickly before the impact, not wanting to see her family collectively injured.
Using this bit of momentum, Kennedy climbs to his feet and follows up on Morrison with a running knee smash to the side of the head, sending Morrison flailing through the ropes and landing awkwardly on the outside! Kennedy flips Morrison off, and turns to deal with Nash, but she’s already made her way to her feet, and catches Kennedy under the chin with a superkick! Kennedy falls to the mat and Nash covers!
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Kennedy kicks out!
Seeing Morrison getting up on the outside of the ring, Nash bounces off the ropes and throws herself over the top rope with a Suicide Dive, smashing into Morrison and laying both victim and attacker out! Sarah Parsons looks horrified, and rushes over to her fallen associates.
With both down on the outside, Kennedy has made it to his feet, and climbs through the ropes to pursue his opponents. Shoving Parsons aside, he grabs Nash by the hair and throws her like a ragdoll into the barricade! He then moves to Morrison, and tosses him back into the ring. Climbing back in himself, Kennedy follows up, delivering some bitter-looking kicks into Morrison’s ribs. He then mounts the fallen Morrison and begins throwing punches into his face. Morrison struggles, trying desperately to protect his face from the blows. Kennedy only ceases his assault when he sees Nash crawling her way up the apron. He approaches, pulling Nash up between the top and middle ropes. An elevated DDT using the ropes!
JOEY STYLES: “I refuse to note what that move is often referred to as.”
Kennedy quickly snaps to his feet, but he is scooped up from behind by Morrison with a roll up pin!
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Kennedy kicks out! Having been surprised by that pin, Kennedy quickly gets up and pulls Morrison with him. Kennedy tosses Morrison’s head under his arm, spins him round, and throws Morrison in between the turnbuckles! Morrison’s shoulder slams into the support pole! He crumples to the mat as Kennedy returns his attention to Nash, prepping her for another brutal DDT. But Nash reverses it! Northern Lights suplex pin!
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Last second kick out from Ken Kennedy! All three participants are down in exhaustion!
Morrison reaches his feet first, using the ropes to get up. Seeing that both participants are down, Morrison pumps himself and the crowd up, bouncing in a crouched position. Kennedy makes it to his feet just ahead of Nash, and Morrison charges, intending to hit him with a spear! Kennedy dives out of the way, and Morrison ends up spearing Nash instead! Kennedy rolls to the outside as Morrison covers Nash. The ref counts:
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Morrison suddenly releases the pin! He’s spotted Kennedy on the outside, holding Sarah Parsons as prisoner, his arm wrapped around her neck! Morrison shakes Nash to her senses, ousting the Twisted Angel, and points to the outside. The two are suddenly in a hive-mind state, and they move to the outside. Kennedy realizes he is outnumbered, and throws Parsons aside, just in time to receive a double clothesline from Nash and Morrison. He tumbles over the barricade and into the front row of the audience!
With everything sorted out, Morrison takes advantage of the drama of the moment, and tosses Nash back into the ring. As she goes to get up in the squared circle, Morrison catches her head, and plants her face into the mat with The Downburst (Hangman’s Facebuster)! Morrison with the pin!
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WINNER: Andrew Morrison
+4 Points
|
In the immediate aftermath, Morrison quickly gets off of Christine Nash and begins shaking her, trying to get her back to reality. Sarah Parsons runs up the steps and into the ring, genuinely worried. After a moment or two of Nash looking rather confused, Morrison helps her to her feet. Nash nods to him, and holds up the hand of the victor, with Sarah on the opposite side, also holding Morrison’s hand in the air! The Family has come together!
Madness comes back from commercial, only for a commotion to be heard from the halls backstage. The camera crew can only hear the sounds of two people shouting as the camera rushes forward, aimed at the concrete floor.
???: “You only put me in that match because I’m a vampire! Are you so fucking stupid that you just sentenced that man to death?!”
???: “Will you stop yelling?! I figured you would enjoy the match. Call it your forte.”
???: “Enjoying it or not, you are a bloody fool like that fat fuck trying to end my mate’s life. You can’t control demons, David!“
The cameras round a corner in the hall and spot Micah and Mystica locked in a screaming match in the middle of the hall.
MYSTICA: “This isn’t about-“
MICAH: “Just shut up! A first blood match?! Really?! You’re a fucking world class idiot!”
The atmosphere of the hallway suddenly changes dramatically and Mystica’s eyes narrow as he steps closer to the little Vampire, clearly losing track of David and welcoming his darker half in.
MYSTICA: “I’ve fucking had it with this. I’m not dealing with your shite tonight. Either get in the bloody ring, or go home.”
He quickly turns his back to Micah, and begins storming down the hall when she utters a most disturbing phrase.
MICAH: “Don’t turn your back on me, Mystica. You won’t make it far.”
Mystica freezes in place and turns on a dime, his eyes scanning the hall he just turned away from. The vampire has disappeared from sight. Something in her words had triggered something odd, but he simply shakes his head in frustration and gives an exasperated sigh, turning back around and walking off-screen, around the corner.
JOEY STYLES: “We return to the Madness with a First Blood match! Minxs vs. Tri Bute! First to bleed is done!”
| “Demonator” by Zak Bagans plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “The Littlest Vampire may have a slight advantage going into this. I guess that statement is pretty self-explanatory.”
| “Part of Your World” by Darren Criss plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “But get this: that advantage I mentioned might not mean a damn thing! Tri Bute’s from the future. He’s evolved hardened skin. Let’s see how Minxs deals with this.”
Tri Bute
- vs -
Minxs
First Blood
|
Before the bell can even ring, it appears Minxs is still rolling on adrenaline from her argument with the interim GM backstage, as she marches up to the Future Superstar. Tri Bute can only laugh as she gets in his face, yelling something about his impending demise. He responds quite simply: by grabbing her face and shoving the smaller wrestler backward with his evolved strength. She goes tumbling, and Tri Bute stomps after her, mocking her earlier bravado. He pulls her up by the hair, and shouts back at her.
Oh, but she is not taking that too kindly! She responds to Tri Bute’s mocking gestures by slapping his hands away and jumping on him, pinning him to the mat! She goes in to bite his throat!
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And she almost immediately retracts her head in pain, flopping off of him and clutching her aching mouth!
JOEY STYLES: “As I mentioned, Minxs might have some issue here. I don’t think her fangs can pierce his skin! This might mean trouble for her!”
Tri Bute sounds off a hearty laugh from the mat, and jumps up to his feet, ready to continue. Minxs is still clenching her mouth, and the ref is trying to pull her hands away to examine for potential blood, but Tri Bute doesn’t bother waiting for an executive decision: he runs right up and clobbers Minxs upside the head! She fumbles backward and clings to the ropes to steady herself. Tri Bute rolls forward and goes for a clothesline, only for Minxs to pull the top rope down. Tri Bute goes tumbling over to the outside!
Now back in control, Minxs commits herself to a suicide dive out of the ring and onto Tri Bute! Cracking her neck, Minxs climbs to her feet as Tri Bute gets up to his knees. She then follows up with a series of kicks to the Future Warrior’s chest, and finally, a buzzsaw kick upside his head! Tri Bute falls face down on the floor as Minxs begins rummaging around for something under the ring.
JOEY STYLES: “Kendo stick! Looks like if she can’t do it the conventional vampire way, she’ll improvise!”
Tri Bute climbs to his feet using the barricade. As Minxs swings for the fences (being Tri Bute’s head), he ducks under and flips her right over the barricade and into the audience! Nearby fans vacate their seats upon sight of Tri Bute himself climbing over the barricade and into the sea of people. Security forms a circle, holding the fans back. Tri Bute folds up one of the audience members’ chairs and gives it a good swing, catching Minxs behind her head as she tries to get up! Her head slams into the floor! No blood yet!
Tri Bute, now with dented chair, wraps Minxs head between the metal, intending to crush the girl’s windpipe! She begins struggling with the potential death trap, trying to pry her head free! He climbs atop the barricade and holds his hands high! The crowd responds with a chorus of boos. As he prepares to leap down, Minxs finally manages to undo the metal noose and scramble away deeper into the crowd. But Tri Bute is hot on her heels, chasing her into the aisle and shoving several fans off their feet! Minxs outflanks him, and leaps back over the barricade and into the ring, leaving him to catch up.
Once back between the ropes, Minxs catches Tri Bute off guard with a series of jabs to his forehead, followed up by sweeping his legs out from under him. She steps on his throat, choking the air out of him.
JOEY STYLES: “No DQ counts in a First Blood match! She could kill him right here; doesn’t matter! Not ‘til he bleeds!”
Tri Bute begins to go limp from the lack of oxygen, and Minxs finally lets up on his windpipe. He’s not moving! Minxs snarls and spits on the fallen Future Warrior, baring her fangs in grotesque fashion. She slides back out to the floor and retrieves the tossed kendo stick from earlier in the match. Minxs expediently returns to the ring, and points the tip of the weapon at the fallen Tri Bute, who has since begun to stir and made it onto all fours. Minxs pulls the kendo stick back, utters a war cry, and swings!
Tri Bute ducks and rolls under her strike! Amazing athleticism! He then rolls back toward her and catches her throat!
JOEY STYLES: “Torrential Tri Bute! He’s nailed the chokeslam on Minxs!”
Looks like he caught the ref in his roll, too! The ref stumbles backward, hitting the back of his head on one of the turnbuckles! Regardless, Tri Bute signals that he’s ready to end this! He reaches into his pink tights and removes, of all things…a feather?
JOEY STYLES: “He calls this the Future Feather! It’s a weapon from his time that causes the very antithesis of laughter: pure pain! Don't ask me how it works, it just does!”
As Tri Bute sizes up Minxs for pain, feather held aloft, there comes a sudden commotion from the crowd. Tri Bute turns around to find…
JOEY STYLES: “What the hell?! Minxs’s fiancé, Michael Radio, is on the apron!”
And he’s got a bucket in his hand! He lurches forward, spilling the contents of the bucket forth!
It’s red paint! Radio’s thrown a bucket of red paint at Tri Bute! But Tri Bute saw it coming! He ducks, and Minxs is instead showered with the paint! She fall over backward in shock, just as the ref regains his senses! He sees her down and covered in red! He signals for the bell!
WINNER: Tri Bute
+3 Points |
STEVE SAYORS: “Did the referee go blind from that bump? It’s obviously paint!”
Radio grabs Minxs from the apron and drags her to the outside as she lashes out, clearly in a blood-starved hunger and rage! He whispers softly to her, trying to calm her down. Finally, she begins to breathe in a more steady rhythm, brought back down to earth by her fiancé. She pats him on the chest gratefully, gives a little bow, and leaps the barricade, disappearing into the crowd as Radio revels in the smarks’ cheers. Everything seems well, until…
A sudden attack from behind by Casey Jones! Radio is utterly hooked in the gabber! The good doctor yanks Radio up by his beltline and tosses Radio into the ring, where a very pissed off Tri Bute has been waiting, Future Feather in hand!
JOEY STYLES: “Casey Jones might have just removed a competitor from the TV Title match for later tonight!”
Tri Bute extends the Feather toward Radio, but he dodges and rolls out of the ring, following the exact escape route his fiancé took moments earlier! Radio lives to see tonight’s match, throwing expletives over the crowd’s cheers as he exits!
JOEY STYLES: “Radio barely gets away! Looks like we’ll be picking up after this word from our sponsors!”
Coming back from a relatively short commercial break, the XWF camera crew manages to get a lingering shot of Casey Jones and Mystica walking backstage toward the parking lot. Almost silent whispering between them can be heard, coming in as unintelligible. When the two push a back door open to exit the building, the sound suddenly kicks in mid-sentence.
MYSTICA: “—m afraid that’s the last of the strings I can pull for you, mate. There’s only so far you can pull them before one is bound to break.”
CASEY JONES: “As I suspected. Seems I’ll have to do this the old fashioned way, then. Not a problem. Why is it you’re having me escort you out here?”
MYSTICA: “I don’t have many friends on this show, Dr. Jones. In layman’s terms, I’m a walking target. Needed a bodyguard to escort me to my taxi. I’m meeting Alexandra for a late dinner.”
CASEY JONES: “You’re kidding.”
MYSTICA: “Not likely. People don’t like the…uh…educated type…around here.”
CASEY JONES: “No, David! You’re the interim GM! You can’t just leave! That’s absurd! …and I’m not your bodyguard!”
The camera angle suddenly shifts to another XWF camera crew’s view. A pink Fiat 500 speeds through the parking lot of the arena, stopping just before the entrance to the arena. Joy Giovanni runs out of her car, leaving the door wide open. She runs right past Steve Sayors and company.
STEVE SAYORS: “Joy! What's going on?!”
Joy completely ignores Steve Sayors, much like every woman he went to school with and heads towards the front entrance. Sayors directs his attention back to the XWF crew he was previously talking to, noticing Mystica and Casey Jones chatting in the far background of the shot.
Moments later, a heavy duty Blue Ford Pickup Truck smashes into Joy's Pink Fiat 500! Glass goes flying all over the concrete! Even Casey and Mystica seem unnerved by the sudden collision, as they gawk on in the background.
STEVE SAYORS: “Holy Shit!”
The door to the Ford swings open violently! Hunter Payne emerges the truck, looking absolutely infuriated as he heads towards the ring, his normal olive complexion radiating a red hot rage. Glass shards shatter beneath his heavy, testosterone-fueled steps. Steve Sayors realizes Hunter is probably the more rational of the “couple,” and tries to get his attention instead.
STEVE SAYORS: “Hunter! What the hell is going on here?!”
HUNTER PAYNE: “That son of a bitch!... Move!"
Hunter Payne shoves Steve Sayors to the ground while continuing to head towards the arena.
JOEY STYLES: “Hunter Payne is not scheduled to compete tonight, but he looks more angry than I've ever seen him!”
As Payne disappears off-screen, Mystica and Casey call out from the background in hoarse shouts.
CASEY JONES:“Have I given you my business card, Mr. Payne?!”
MYSTICA: “Much as I enjoy a random act of vandalism, Hunter, you just blocked the exit! Casey, call Alexandra and tell her I’ll have to give tonight a miss…”
CASEY JONES: “I’m not your bloody secretary!”
Madness heads off to a long commercial...
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