Marshall and Matthew are seen in a parking lot, Marshall just arriving in his beat up Ford, and Matthew is seen smoking something. He puts it aside as Marshall and Christy exit the truck and walk towards him

You wanted me?

Matthew laughs, and he checks out Christy before looking back up at Marshall...

Yeah, I did want you. I just wanted to say this. If you fucking fuck up, I'll rip your dick off. You lost against Connor last week. That guy's a FUCKING MANAGER. What the HELL happened? You're a WRESTLER For a reason. a FUCKING MANAGER KICKED YOUR ASS. YOU LOST. HE WON. If some shit like that happens this week, I swear, it'll be off with your head.

Christy steps up to Matthew....

Now listen here! Don't talk that way to Marshall! Connor fought a good, well fought match, and there was a mistake made by Marshall, he went for a move and-...

And he Fucked up! That's not happening on my watch. If he fucks up, I'm ending his fucking life. I'm sick of fucking losing! Out of both of us combined, we won ONE match, and who was that? It was ME. Now you listen up you fucking bitch, if you get in my way of ending his life if he fucks up, let's just say that it won't end well for you either. Now, you, back to you Pipsqueak....


Marshall gulps hard, it being heard/seen in a comic fashion


We won't be losing this one. K? I'll make sure of it. But you.... You and I are both kind've shitty here, aren't we? We both have shitty records, we both are fighting guys who are 100x better than us. The only thing we don't have in common is... well..... You're a .... But the point is, we need to come together.. Fight as one, as a united force. Think about it, alone, we fail, together? We can be fucking amazing! I'd say unstoppable, but we're not at that level yet. We're both not "fucking amazing", but we'll reach it! So, I'm offering a little alliance. A team, you could call it... Me, you, the hot chick, and anyone else who needs it. What do you say?


Marshall looks at Christy, and he pulls her away from Matthew for a second, and he begins to speak, in a quick voice, almost.. scared...

What the hell do we do?! Say yes or no?!

No! That asshole doesn't deserve your talent! Remember, he's here to watch the world burn, we're here to enjoy the Earthrealm! You can't form an alliance with that bastard!

Christy... I've never seen you curse like that before....


Christy blushes quickly, but then returns to an angry manner

What else can I say? That asshole doesn't deserve anything! He's a piece of shit who has a piece of shit family who lives in his own piece of shit fantasy world and-...

Christy.... Think about it... He's right... He's 100% right. I LOST. He LOST all but ONE MATCH. Together though... Together we can be a force not to reckon with! Admit it! We can be amazing! The three of us, and anyone else who's down, just like us! We can make a change for the better!

If he gets his way, it'll be for the worse.


That's why if he gets his way, we stop him. Us together can do the right thing. Trust me, Christy, we can do this.

Christy and Marshall stare at each other, thinking, and in the background...


Hey! You two fucking done yet? I have things I have to see, people I got to do....


You said that wr-...


I know what I said... Now... what do you say?


Marshall looks at Christy, and he nods his head, and she slightly nods in approval... he goes over to Matthew and shakes his hand


You have a deal.

Good... Good... Hey, can I pull you over to the side for something I gotta talk to you about real quick?

Matthew and Marshall walk over to the side, where Christy is just looking around, sitting on a bench with her legs crossed, waiting patiently...

That chick over there. You two banging, or what? 'Cause if there's no dibs I'm going in like a wrecking ba-


Marshall pulls Matthew in, giving him a shocking glare filled with an anger Marshall didn't have in him before.

Touch her and whatever you planned to do to me will look like a walk in the park. Got it? Good.

Marshall pushes Matthew away, and Matthew smirks...

If you pull that kinda shit when we face the McBrides... We'll win without a doubt.

Matthew and Marshall go back to Christy, and Matthew grins...

Meet me here tomorrow, same time, same place, it's important. Until then, see you later. Gotta go talk to some "pals"...

Matthew conceals a handgun into his jacket, and he starts walking off, whistling. Marshall and Christy just look at each other and decide not to bother, and they get in their truck and drive away....



How could you team with that asshole?

Because Christy! I want to fucking win for once!

Christy looks shocked at the anger and the cursing from Marshall, and the two drive back to a hotel, and they spend the rest of the car ride, and the rest of the day, in silence.