(The scene opens, picking up from where we last saw Kitt and Alex, making their way in to the Smoothie King Arena in New Orleans, Louisiana. The corridors are dim with very little lighting illuminating sections of long corridor in intervals. The light catches the golden championship that is displayed on Kitt’s shoulder. The couple makes their way through the catacomb of connected hallways until they find the main arena. They make their way through the gorilla position and various techs are making the final preparations for the Savage show that will take place on Saturday. Kitt stops and looks out at the ring from the top of the stage area and he can see the behemoth that he had been waiting to see…the Cell. The structure had been completed and was illuminated by a single spotlight shining down on the ring, casting most of the rest of the arena into darkness, the only other lighting coming from the exit signs and the lights that illuminated the edges of the entrance ramp. Several of the ring crew are buzzing around the ringside area like a disturbed anthill, checking the Cell to ensure that everything has been put into place as it should be and completing their final checks before giving it the okay for the match. Kitt smiles and turns to one of the technicians who is working on audio and visual checks.)

Kitt: Here… (walks up to the technician’s control computer and hands him a flash drive) …I want you to load this. Sit back and enjoy the show.

(The technician looks at Kitt’s flash drive as Kitt picks up a mic that is laying by the control computer.)

Tech: You got it Mr. Kennedy.

(Kitt and Alex step out onto the entrance ramp and slowly make their way down towards the ring where the ring crew is working. They look up and see the Federweight Champion and his girlfriend coming towards them as they stop what they are doing and stare. Kitt smirks as he continues to saunter towards the Cell. Kitt comes to the door of the Cell and swings it open, he and Alex enter the ominous structure. Kitt climbs up the steps leading to the ring, Alex right behind, and as he steps between the ropes he raises the mic to his lips.)

Kitt: Test…test…1, 2, 1, 2…can everyone hear me!

(Kitt pauses as the ring crew confirm that yes they can. Kitt looks at them with a look of “no shit Sherlock”.)

Kitt: Now that we have established that the audio sounds good, (points to the ring crew) I want you (swings his arm in a swooping motion that ends with him pointing to the back) to take your asses to the back and get out of my sight!

(The workers look at each other and then file away from the ringside area and off into the backstage area to finish up other preshow activities. Kitt looks up at the gigantic screen above the entrance ramp and there, displayed for all to see, is an advertisement for the Hell in a Cell match on Savage. The graphic shows Kitt, a fierce look on his face, with the Federweight Championship around his waist and Dolly sporting the Television Championship around her waist. The two superstars are separated by a black “vs.” and both Alex and Paul are standing with their respective acquaintance. This is overlaid by chain link depicting the Cell. Kitt admires the graphic and continues.)

Kitt: (slowly walking around the ring) Savage…it all comes to a head doesn’t it Dolly? The final resolution to the issues between us…one more to settle the score. Can you feel the excitement Dolly? Can you feel the intensity that this match is generating? You…me…two of the biggest up and comers on a collision course that could potentially end not one but two careers. This is going to be a history making night Dolly…I’ve never beaten you…you’ve never officially been the one to beat me. One of us must fall…I’m sorry but it isn’t going to be me…I just can’t let that happen. The Cell….

(Kitt looks upwards and all around him, raising his hand displaying the Cell that surrounds the ring.)

Kitt: …is where it all ends. Two enter…one survives. This is not a playground for little girls Dolly…this is a playground for the legends… (Kitt takes a small remote from his jacket pocket and points to the screen where the advertisement graphic is displayed) …legends like Shawn Michaels…

(Kitt clicks a button on the remote and shows a bloodied Shawn Micheals, holding onto the side of the Cell as the Undertaker causes Michaels to fall from the top of the Cell, onto the announcer’s table.)

Kitt: …it’s a playground for the immortals…immortals like Mick Foley…

(Kitt clicks the remote again to show Mick Foley being thrown from the top of the Cell and falling head first onto the announcer’s table. Another clip flashes on the screen showing Foley crashing through the top of the Cell and smashing into the canvas. Another clip shows Foley looking into the camera with this tooth hanging out of his nose and a huge grin on his face.)

Kitt: You see Dolly, this is not fun and games, this is going to be your worst nightmare. This is going to be something that by far traumatizes you more than anything that you have ever been exposed to in your life. This is more damaging than your first middle school breakup…more damaging than not being asked to the school dance… (Kitt looks into the camera with a sneer) …more damaging than your dad walking out on your sorry ass. For one second Dolly, really consider what you have gotten yourself in to.

(Kitt takes the Federweight Championship from his shoulder and hands it to Alex. Kitt hops through the middle ropes and onto the ringside floor, walking up to the Cell.)

Kitt: Look. (grabs the Cell, shaking the chain link) This does not care who, what, or how it comes into contact with human flesh. It is just designed to destroy all who are unfortunate to. It’s cold…it’s hard…it’s unforgiving Dolly. Have you ever felt what it’s like to have your face raked over something like this? Over…and over…and over? It’s like a cheese grater…it chews you up alive! There will be blood if I have my say, Dolly. Your blood. Spattered all over this hellacious structure. You wanted it…you got it…now you pay for it.

(Kitt looks up and points to the top of the Cell.)

Kitt: (with a concerned look on his face) What if I get you up there, Dolly? If a 300 plus pound man like Foley can fly off the top of this structure like that, just what do you think I could do with a little girl your size? You would be like a lawn dart. I can throw you twenty rows out into the crowd. Can you imagine the damage…the pain…the suffering that would cause as you come crashing down onto the cold, hard concrete floor from 20 feet in the air? Irreversible damage…career ending…life threatening…but then again…

(Kitt’s face twists from concerned to stone cold and callous.)

Kitt: ...but then again…I don’t give a damn about what happens to you! You have been a pain in my ass for far too long and it’s time that I finally put you to rest Dolly. It’s time that I end this little game that you have been playing and it’s damn time that you finally know where you fit in the XWF food chain! At first, it was the feel good story of the year. “Little twelve-year-old Dolly comes to play with the big boys and she wins the reinstated Television Championship.” Bull…shit. Now that that warm fuzzy feeling has worn off for everyone and they see you for what you truly are Dolly…a scared little middle schooler that has got herself in a situation that is way over her head because her big mouth got her little ass in a bind and now she has to pay the piper. I wanted to like you, I wanted to help you when I first met you…but you thought you were 10 foot tall and now I’m here to break your little ego and show you that you are nothing but a paper champion…a transitional champion…a place holder until the real champion could emerge! Like I referenced earlier Dolly, this Cell, is a playground. Not only for legends…not only for immortals…

(Kitt clicks the remote once again and a picture of Kitt smiling, dressed in his finest suit with the Federweight Championship over his shoulder, flashes up on the screen.)

Kitt: …but for the Savior of the XWF…the New Age Legend…the HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT!!!

(Kitt turns to look at Alex who smiles back with approval.)

Kitt: (turns back to the camera) Tomorrow night Dolly…you will get your 15 minutes of fame…when you step into this Cell and are taking on greatness…you aren’t just fighting for the Television Championship…you are fighting for your very life! You said you would see me in hell?

(Kitt reaches forwards and opens the Cell door.)

Kitt: Come on in…don’t be afraid. Don’t hold back…we are going to pull out all the stops. If I’m going to go through hell, I’m taking you with me…as a matter of fact…

(Kitt clicks the remote once more and the arena sound system begins blasting.)



“Let’s go all the way! (LET’S go ALL the WAY!) Let’s go all the way! AHHH Ahhhh ahhh…Let’s go all the way…”

(The song continues blasting through the arena P.A. system as Kitt begins to laugh manically, standing with the door open, curling his finger in an invitation to join him in the looming structure of destruction. The camera focuses in on the crazed look on Kitt’s face as it slowly fades to black.)