Los Angeles, California
Staples Center

Following the events of the XWF’s Lethal Lottery 2 the first thing Theo Pryce did was pay off one of the local fire departments to hook up one of their fire hoses and spray Theo down until the skin literally started to crack and break off. If it weren’t for Theo passing out from the sheer force of the water ripping into his body this might have gone on for far longer than it should. But Theo didn’t care. All he cared about was getting the remenents of his match with John Madison, who strikingly looks a lot like Buffy the Vampire Slayer from the hit 90’s TV show, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, off of him as quickly as possible.

Several hours later after Theo woke up from his brush with death at the hands of a fire hose, Theo embarks on his second bit of business. And it involves attending a concert at the Staples Center but not just any concert, but the concert of a very popular one hit wonder.

As Theo progresses through the hallway handing out $100.00 bills left and right to the various security guards in hopes that they look the other it is very clear that he is a man on a mission. Roughly 5 minutes of popping in and out of various hallways and looking in different rooms finally leads Theo Pryce to his destination. It’s a single black door with the name Sara Bareilles. Theo takes a second, studies the door, then looks around to see if anyone else is within eye shot of the door, nope, no one around. Theo knows twice in rapid succession and a female’s voice can be heard from the other side.

“Who is it?”

“My name is Theo Pryce, may I speak with you for a moment?”

“Do I know you Mr.Pryce?”

“No you don’t, but I would like to speak to you about a job.”

“I have a job.”

“Yes I know. Can I please come in, or, at the least can you open the door so we can speak face to face? I really have no desire to speak to a door.”

“Hold on one second.”


A rustle can be heard from the other side of the door and a second later the door opens a few inches, revealing Sarah Bareilles standing there in jeans and a t-shirt. She seems momentarily taken back by Theo’s appearance. Clearly she was not expecting someone looking like Theo to be on the other side of the door.


“Hello Ms. Bareilles. As I said, my name is Theo Pryce. I am the King of the XWF”

“The King of What?”

“The XWF.”

“Is that like the WWF?”

“Sort of. But with talent. Well, except for Smoke Man but that’s a different story all together.”

“I see. So you like some sort of a wrestler?”

“Yes.”

“And you are the King of the XWF, does that mean you are the best wrestler there?”

“Perhaps, but that’s not why I am here. Could I come in? I’m kind of tired of just standing here talking. I promise I’m not some crazy stalker. I honestly know very little about you at all.”

“Sure why not, you seem harmless.”

“Well that’s an inaccurate assumption but I assure you, my issues aren’t with you.”

“I like you, you’re a funny guy. Come on in. Can I get you anything to drink? I have bottled water, soda, I can get something else if neither of those are acceptable.”

“I’m fine actually.”


Sarah steps back and opens the door allowing Theo to enter what appears to be her dressing room. There is a small table with a mirror handing in front of it and various containers of make up sprawled atop the table. Across from that is a small two person couch with a small circular table in front of that and a small black mini fridge in the corner. Leaned up against the couch is an acoustic guitar.


“Anyway, you said you were here because you wanted to speak to me about a job, is that correct?”

“Yes it is.”

“Well you have my attention Mr. Pryce, what is the job you had in mind?”

“Well I understand you have a song called “The King of Anything.” I was wondering if you could write a new song called “The King of the XWF”, I wanted to use it as my theme song, you know, the song that plays when I make my way to the ring for my matches.”

“I see. Well that may be possible, and I have to be honest with you, I don’t really follow wrestling, what little I have seen, it seems like most wrestlers use songs that are a bit, heavier. I assume you’ve heard my song…”

“Actually no I haven’t. I generally try and stay away from your particular type of music.”

“And what genre would that be?”

“Pop music.”

“You don’t like pop music? Why is that?”

“I find it to be atrocious and devoid of talent.”

“I think we are done here.”

“Come on, you are a musician, you have to have thicker skin than that no?"

"There is a difference between what a critic says and what someone off the street says."

So you don’t want to make a song for me? I can pay you, handsomely. I also own my own company that brings in upwards of a few billion dollars a year. Money is no object here.”

“If you have so much money why do you wrestle?”

“Because I get to beat people up legally, it allows me to blow off steam so to speak, but enough about me, how about that song?”

“Why would you want me to write a song for you when you just crapped all over my music?”

“I didn’t crap all over your music. I crapped all over the type of music that your music is grouped in with. I can only assume that your music is crappy by association. But just to clarify, I didn’t crap on your music specifically. And also because your song is called “The King of Anything” and I am “The King of the XWF”, I figured it made perfect sense. You disagree?”

“A little bit yeah.”

“I see. Well then I guess that’s that. “

“I guess it is. Do you have tickets to the show? I can give you a few, maybe change your mind about my music.”

“No thanks. I have some things I need to do. But good luck in your show. Seems like there is a decent crowd out there. “

“Well that’s good to hear. Have a good night Mr. Pryce. It was nice to meet you. And good luck with that whole King thing.”

“Thanks.”


Theo takes one last look around the room and departs for places unknown.