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The scene opens up rather abruptly as a Black SUV comes flying through the parking lot, mounts the curb and crashes into a porto john which tips over releasing a combination of blue and brown goo, as well as the unfortunate soul that happened to be in there at the time.

As the doors to the SUV open up Theo Pryce rolls out of the passenger side grabbing at his neck, while flopping around on the street.


“My neck. I think I have serious damage to my neck. Fuck.”

“Calm the fuck down Theo, no one rear ended us, Peter drove into a rented shitter.” The man behind the voice is none other than Luca Arzegotti, who climbs down from the middle row of seats.

“No one rear ended us?”

“No one rear ended us. Peter can’t drive this car, which he told you.”

“Yeah but I didn’t think he was serious.”


Realizing that a fake injury scam is out of the question Theo gets up from the ground and walks over to the driver’s side of the car to check on Peter. As it turns out there is a good reason Peter can’t drive the SUV…you see Peter better known as Tyrion Lannister is only 4 foot 5 inches and thus cannot reach the peddles and see the road at the same time.

Theo opens the door to help Peter down which seems to have only enraged the little man further as he jumps out of the car and immediately punches Theo in the dick with his hand, which apparently doubles as a ball of fury when needed.

Theo immediately hits the deck grabbing at his dick.


“What the hell man? You didn’t need to hit him in the dick? Kick him in the shin or something but the dick? That’s against the bro code bro.”

“Fuck you Luca, I told that asshole I couldn’t drive this thing but he insisted.”

“No harm no foul. The only casualty was a porto potty.”

“And my balls.”


Theo is still rolling around the ground while Luca walks around to the bag of the SUV to grab his and Theo’s wrestling bags.


“That’s right Luca, back to being the bag man.”


Luca drops Theo’s bag right onto Theo’s nuts.


“Grab your own bag bitch.”

“Oh come on Luca, no need to get upset, I’m just breaking your balls.”

“From where I’m standing it seems to be the other way around.”

“Well played Luca.”

“What are we even doing here now? And why is Peter Dinklage with us?”

“I had a meeting in L.A for some movie I’m producing and Peter was there. We got to talking about this that and the other and he offered to drive us.”

“No I didn’t you dick. You told me that we would talk about me getting a role in your film if I came with you.”

“Aren’t you that guy from that show about the metal chair? Why do you need to be following this guy around for a movie role?”

“Because it’s a great project and I want to be in it.”

“Yeah Luca, he wants to be in it. I got some open roles if you want to try acting.”

“I’m good thanks.”


Theo finally gets up off the ground, grabs his bag and heads into the arena, leaving the SUV half on the curb, half off, the front still smashed into a porto potty.


“Come on guys, we got work to do.”

“I have a plane to catch, I need to get back to New York.”

“Suit yourself. Be well Tyrion of House Lannister.”

“I told you before, that’s just a character I play my real name is Peter.”

“No it’s not. Your name is Tyrion Lannister, the Imp if you would prefer that.”

“Fuck you man. I’m out of here.”

“Bye Imp.”


Peter Dinklage waddles off to destinations unknown while Theo and Luca head into the arena. They get not even 5 steps into the Pepsi Center, home of the Colorado Avalanche and Denver Nuggets before Steve Sayors runs up to them, excited like a little child on Christmas.


“Theo, Luca you guys have time for an interview?”

“Not today Steve, I got some business to take care of, but Theo, he’d love to speak to you. In fact he was just saying on the ride over here how much he missed doing interviews with the great Steve Sayors.”

“You said that?”

“N…”

“He sure did.”


Luca picks up his bag, flips off Theo and wanders off down the hallway towards the locker rooms leaving just Theo and Steve.


“So Theo how about that interview?”

“Sure, why the fuck not?’

“Ok great.”


Steve motions to the camera man who quickly props the camera upon his shoulder and flips a button which illuminates the light above the camera to a bright red.


“Ok Mr.Pryce, this is your first match since losing your Crown to John Samuels, why did you wait so long to get back into the ring? And how do you feel about no longer being the “King of the XWF”?

“Well Steve, the fun of being the “King of the XWF” lasted for about 15 seconds and then it was just a bore. Leading up to my match with John Madison he said how being the “King” was more of a headache than anything else and despite him being bat shit crazy most of the time, he was right in this instance. I was the “King of the XWF” for four months. I climbed to the top of that mountain, stayed there for a while and now I’ve come down, ready to spend some time with the common folk.”

“So losing to your friend John Samuels didn’t bother you?”

“No, why would it? Not like I lost to some asshole like Peter Gilmour or Griffin MacAlister. John deserved that crown. Though the record should show that John didn’t beat me. You were there, you saw it all live, who knows what would have happened if the nWo wouldn’t have gotten involved.”

“That is true. The New World Order did screw a lot of things up for a lot of people but they are gone now thanks to the collaborative efforts of the XWF General Managers as well as new owner “Shane ”.”

“Yep, and now they are all rotting in jail. How unfortunate for them. It’s what they get, they almost drove this company into the ground. Kind of pathetic that no one stood up to try and put a stop to them.”

“Well why didn’t you?”

“Why should I? I helped organize a team that put an end to Eli James reign of tyranny, I did what I said I was going to do. Someone else could have taken up the mantle to fight for the XWF. I did it once, I saw no reason to do it again.”

“So instead you ran and hid, only to come back when they were dispatched of.”

“That’s a bit harsh Steve. As you know I have a company to run and sometimes that company and it’s needs take priority over the XWF.”

“But you have to admit the timing is a bit fishy.”

“The only thing fishy here are these questions.”

“Alright alright. So talk to me about you going for the TV title. How did this match come about?”

“The General Managers wanted to schedule a match for the title I volunteered, after winning the rights to the match in a card game.”

“Yeah I saw that, I’m not much of a poker player myself.”

“Yeah you look like more a Magic The Gathering kind of guy.”

“Well now that you mention it I am really big into deck games. Do you know what those are?”

“No clue Steve, but let’s talk more about the TV title match. Ask me about that.”

“Ok. You are facing Elisha, the man that ended Azrael, formerly Mr. Supernova’s nearly yearlong reign as the Television Champion, any thoughts going into that match?”

“Sure Steve, lots of thoughts. If you are looking for me to rant on Elisha unfortunately I will have to disappoint you. Truth be told, I don’t know a whole lot about the guy outside of him being one of Eli James devout followers. Oh and apparently he lives in a cave and eats live animals. And I have to say Steve, that last part is pretty weird. I’ve gotten fucked up on a lot of drugs over the course of the last year and never once did I want to take a bite out of a live squirrel. Or a dead one for that matter.”

“But he is the Television Champ and One Third of the Trios Champs, so he must be doing something right?”

“Yeah he won some titles and what has he done since then? Sat on a rock and cocked up some rabbit stew. Seriously, where has this guy been since he won his gold?”

“No idea.”

“Well perhaps you should go research that Steve, you seemed to be well versed on my comings and goings why not my opponents?”

“You are right Theo, I will get right on that, in the meantime do you have anything else you want to say about the TV title, or Elisha or even what happened last Monday Night with you, Luca and Mark Flynn.”

“I’ll address what me, Luca and Mark are up to in due time, but what you need to know was already explained last week so rewatch the tapes if you are so inclined. As for my match with Elisha, it’s whatever. It’s a match for a title. I’ll win and that will be that. After the match Elisha will be welcomed to go crawl back into whatever cave he literally came from and take a nap until he decides he wants to wrestle again. Sorry Steve if I disappointed you but it’s hard to get up for a match against a guy you have no history with and has chosen so far to spend his time cutting promos about his favorite four letters words.”

“Well to be fair you haven’t addressed him at all until now, and some might call you out for waiting until now to address your opponent, leaving him virtually no time to respond, what do you have to say to those people?”

“Well Steve, if those people do exist and if they want to argue that notion so be it. My opponent had all week to come at me with whatever he wanted, he chose not to, that’s on him. I do what I do, whether people like it or not is really not my concern.”

“Very well then. Thank you for your time Theo, good luck tonight.”

“Thanks Steve-O.”


Theo picks his bag back up and heads down the hallway as the scene fades out.