((It's go time in the Allstate Arena. Tuesday Madness is in full swing and Skkizoid is in the ring with Leteri, tearing down the house. "Loverboy" Vinnie Lane is in full ring gear, ready to go, doing some last minute stretches and getting pumped up for his debut match. As he leans forward and extends his fingers to the tips of shiny silver boots, his good friend and drummer Donny Brooks enters the locker room behind him holding a sheet of paper. Donny knocks on the door frame to get Loverboy's attention.))

Loverboy: Oh, come on... Socrates, if that's you, dude, it's bad luck to see your partner before the match. Just get that high priced baby oil you like so much and start lubing your manscaped chest until it glows in the spotlights - we got to work in just a few.

Donny: Aye, it ain't Socrates, man. I came to wish you luck and let you know the girls will be getting here right after the first half of the show ends, then we can hit the bar.

((Loverboy pops up straight and swings around toward Donny with a goofy grin on his face.

Loverboy: Awesome! Man, I almost feel bad for those girls... we're going to go to town on them later. Not quite as bad as I feel for Bobby Zi, though, or anywhere NEAR as bad as I feel for LH Harrison. I'm going to cripple that dude. It'll be a miracle if he can walk next week.

Donny: Yeah, about that, I got the booking sheet for next week right here. It was stapled to your doorway. You may not want to rough him up quite that bad...

Loverboy: What are you talking about, dude? I'm not going to take it easy on someone, ever, especially not for my first match in the WFX!

Donny: Yeah, no, I get that, it's just that... ugh... look, you got a three man tag match next week. Tornado rules. Some big names are in it.

Loverboy: Yeah? Sounds like a really good opportunity to shine against some top level talent! I'll be able to be an instant contender with a good showing in a match of that stature. Who's all in it, man?

Donny: Well, one team is Shelby Cobra and Fandango.

Loverboy: Shelby Cobra! I knew she wouldn't be able to keep away. You know how I attract the ladies, big man, don't you? She's like a kitten that hears you open up her favorite can of vittles and comes running. I've never heard of her partner, though. I'll have to watch some tape on them both, but Shelby's will be easy enough to find. I just re-upped my PornHub subscription anyway. Who else?

Donny: Mastermind. And Cain.

((Loverboy's smile falters for half a second.))

Loverboy: Cain? That's the demon guy, right?

Donny: Yeah, man.

((Loverboy's brow furrows as he looks lost in thought for a few seconds. Quickly though, he shakes his head and starts smiling again.))

Loverboy: So, Mastermind huh? I'm pretty surprised that he's even still around. He's got to be like 50 years old. I think I have a match of his on an old VHS tape from the Jim Crockett days. Plus he's like four feet tall. I'm not sweating this match so far, it sounds great! So who's my partner? Let me guess - is it Socrates again?

Donny: No, actually...

Loverboy: Dude, don't give it away yet. Oh! I know! It's Mark Flynn, right? I bet he was super impressed when I tried to pin him the other day!

Donny: Vinnie, listen...

Loverboy: Is it Gilmour? Macalister? Frodo? Aw, shit, it's Frodo isn't it?

Donny: It's Harrison, Vinnie.

((Loverboy's grin vanishes and his mouth hangs open in shock. He snatches the paper out of Donny's hand and glares at it.))

Loverboy: That's a misprint, right? Me and the bible thumper? The same guy I'm going toe to toe with in just a few minutes? This is crazy, what kind of booker just throws people together like that? There's no way I can trust that dude to have my back! It's a tornado tag, too? He probably won't even tag me in and just try to steal the spotlight!

Donny: Dude, I know, I know. But that's why I wanted to tell you now, you know? If you go out there and injure the guy tonight you'll be in a 4-on-1 situation next week.

Loverboy: You're right. Good thinking, Donny. I'll have to change my game plan a little bit. More technical, less extreme. I'll try to wear him down with submissions, you know? Tap him out instead of dropping him on his head? I've got some thinking to do, but it's going to be fine. Tonight I'm going to beat his ass, and next week I'm going to save his ass from losing us a match together.

Donny: That's the spirit, man! You just go out there and do what you've got to do tonight. Then, we'll hit downtown Chicago with these fine honeys I got coming in. THEN you can worry about teaming with Harrison next week against Cobra, Fandango, Mastermind... and Cain.

((Loverboy looks momentarily worried again but quickly hides the concern from his face with another trademarked grin.))

Loverboy: Yeah, dude, it's gonna be fine. Get on back to your seat, bro, you're gonna want to see me in action.

((Donny and Loverboy slap hands in a crisp high five, and then Donny walks out of the room. Once Donny is completely out of sight, Loverboy drops the smile and just stands staring down at the paper in his hand. His mouth twisted into a worried frown and his eyes narrowed into slits, Loverboy is stunned back into the moment when a crew member pops his head into the room.))

XWF Crewman: You're on in five minutes, Vinnie! Let's get out to the gorilla position.

Loverboy: Yeah. Right. Let's go.

((Loverboy crumples the paper and tosses it onto the floor before following the tech out of the room as the noise of the sellout crowd echoes through the halls.))