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[We fade in on Christopher in the passenger's seat of Dustin's truck while on the phone. He still looks surprised that this Alice person found his number in the first place. We have no idea how long they have been talking before the camera was powered on, but from the looks of his dopey face, we can tell he hasn't been talking to her for too long. Alice can't really be heard from the speaker, but we can hear some trash being blown across the sidewalk and the street. We can also see that Chris has some trouble hearing her too, but probably for a different reason.]

Christopher: It's been so long since we've heard from you! I mean, you told us that you were dropping out of high school while you were a sophomore and we didn't hear anything else.

[A soft voice can barely be heard from the other side of the phone. Chris appears to be literally pressing his ear against his phone in order to hear her. Either the reception on her end is terrible or construction is going on nonstop where she is.]

Christopher: Yeah, I'd probably regret leaving too. By the way, where ya at? It's pretty loud where you are and I can barely hear ya.

[Chris listens in carefully, not wanting to miss her answer. When he's able to hear it, his eyes widen in shock and moves his head away from the phone.]

Christopher: Skid Row!?

[Chris seemingly freezes in place for a few moments before speaking to her once more.]

Christopher: Why the hell are you in Skid Row!? That's one of the worst places you could stay at!

[He appears to pause for only half a second before snapping back at her.]

Christopher: I don't care if it's cheap or if the people are nice, Skid Row is a fucking hell hole and you know it, brah! Why did you even go to LA in the first place? Ya know the only ones that live on the better side of it are either rich or famous.

[Chris seems to wait for a moment for her to explain her side to him. However, it doesn't look like he's believing her at all.]

Christopher: Ya wanted to be a model?

[Chris laughs to himself quietly, so Alice doesn't hear him laugh at her dream.]

Christopher: No, there's nothing wrong with that, but it was just the last answer I expected from you, ya know? Ya aren't exactly clean.

[Chris listens in to her reasoning as carefully as he possibly can. Just outside, Dustin can be seen walking towards the truck to see if his friend is anywhere nearby.]

Christopher: Well I don't see why a model would want to live in Skid Row to start her career, but you're in control of your own life.

[Dustin hears the mumbling of Chris' voice from inside his truck. Knowing this, he walks towards the passenger's side door and proceeds to open it. Chris appears startled, but not frightened. Dustin chuckles at his friend jumping at him opening a measly car door. Not feeling like hitting him over the head, Chris just rolls his eyes and continues talking to Alice.

Christopher: Sorry, I couldn't hear you over Dustin being a jackass.

Dustin: Brah, who are ya talkin' to?

Christopher: Alice.

[After hearing her name, Dustin's smile fades from his face.]

Dustin: The girl that left high school after being outed for dealing drugs to the students?

Christopher: The very same, brah.

Dustin: Dude, how the fuck did she find your number? I thought you changed it so shit like this wouldn't happen.

Christopher: I did, but I have no idea how she found it. It's like she just punched in random numbers in a payphone and expected me to answer.

[Just then, Chris raises his index finger in front of Dustin and presses his ear against the phone's speaker again in order to hear just what she's saying to him. After a few seconds, he looks back at his friend with a deadpan expression.]

Christopher: Turns out that's exactly what she did, brah; except she somehow found an apartment where she can charge her cell.

Dustin: Where at?

Christopher: Skid Row.

Dustin: Skid fucking Row!?

[Chris nods in approval. There is a few second pause before Dustin puts on a smirk and scoffs.]

Dustin: Well I can't think of anywhere more fitting for her. By the way, they accepted your ma after she tried to punch out all the nurses.

Christopher: Well at least she can get the help she needs now, even if she doesn't want it.

[Chris presses his ear against the phone once more and listens to what Alice has to say. He nods and hangs up not just a few moments later.]

Christopher: She wants us to pick her up and take her back to Westwood.

Dustin: She does? Why? From the sounds of things, she's doing well enough on her own.

[Chris exhales out of annoyance.]

Christopher: Look, I know you don't like her because of what she did to me and you, but you want to know somethin', brah? She was my friend. No, she was more than a friend, she was my girl.

Dustin: Chris, dude, I know you loved her, but she only dated you so she could get crack money off of you.

Christopher: I can change her, brah. I know I can. I put up with my unsalvageable mother for ten years, so what makes you think that I can't attempt to help her out?

[Dustin, knowing that his friend likes Alice and how determined he can be, can't find the right words to tell his friend.]

Dustin: Fuck it, dude. You obviously see something in her that I don't. Just get in and I'll take you there.

[Chris smiles with gratitude towards his friend. He closes the passenger door and grabs the camcorder from the dashboard as the scene fades out.]

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Christopher: With War Games coming up rather soon, it only makes sense that I take part in a tag match. I mean, I guess it does. It's not like I have anything better to do right now, so I might as well prep myself for the Pay Per View anyway I can. When I saw the card for the tag match, I noticed something. The theme? Veterans and rookies. My partner is the King Slayer, the Psycho Sensation, the man who held the Universal, TV, and Xtreme titles throughout his career, Steve Davids.

I really don't know all that much about this guy aside from his accomplishments and his two falls from graces, but I'm not too concerned about that at the moment. What I am concerned about is making a good impression. So, if there's anything I can do for ya, Steve-O, lemme know.

Now as for my opponents, one of them was a detective but fights for a living now and the other is Peter Gilmour.

[Chris chuckles to himself.]

Christopher: I'll get back to Gilly eventually. I just want to focus on the new guy at the moment. Hey Dom, welcome to the fed. The person you're paired with is a fatass that thinks being around three hundred pounds is healthy. Not exactly great start to your wrestling career, but maybe you can turn it around somehow. I also see you've decided to introduce yourself by forcing one of our talent scouts to fight against you. Hate to see what would happen if you arrived to the ring with that attitude.

Oh, and you have an iron grip on the bottle. Hey, if it worked for some chick named Kendall, it can work for you too, I guess. I mean, inhibitions are lowered and any blow to you feels lighter than it would when you're sober. Honestly, that sounds more like a problem than a benefactor. Put it down once in a while and walk around a park or somethin' brah. Worked wonders for my manager.

Dustin: Yeah, and I've been drinking nothing but water and Coke ever since I wrecked my old man's car.

[Chris shakes his head.]

Christopher: In any case, drinking before the show ain't a way to show up, brah. Ask Jeff Hardy about that if you don't believe me. If ya still don't believe me after that, then allow us to do the honors of showing you why you need to lay off the grain. No matter what you do or say, though, I still welcome you to the fed and wish ya the best. Too bad the same can't be said for your dumbass partner. Hey there, Pete. Long time no ass kicking, am I right? It's been a while since we squared off in the ring, ya know? What exactly have you been doing since you lost to me? For starters, you've been doing this:


Christopher: I...honestly have no idea what the fuck you're doing there, brah. It looks like you're a sea lion begging for either a trout or someone to kill you. I'd be more than happy to do the honors of shutting your trap up once and for all since you've been yapping about bullshit that you yourself don't believe. For example, you said that you were a thirteen time X-treme champion.

Two Days Ago, the Dumbass Said:im not talented? 13 time Xtreme Champion.

Christopher: Thirteen? Holy shit that would be mighty impressive if that were true. But it isn't. I only see your name appear twice on the belt's history, once when you beat some guy named Rebel and once when you beat Radio after your sad two day reign to get it back. Guess who took it away from you then? That's right, Steve fucking Davids. The more I hear his name being uttered, the more I'm starting to like it. Ya know what else I like? How both of us have defeated you before this tag match.

Shit, you've been raped, castrated, defeated by people who have been here barely a tenth as long as you have, and murdered by a guy named after a fish, a fucking fish! You think you have anything left to prove to me? Honestly, think about it. For once in your life, think about what you have left in your rusting tank. Until then, I'll be leaving you for the fishes. Let's face it brah, your career is as dead as disco.

[With that, the scene cuts to black.]