Friday 12th of April

New Orleans, Louisiana.

Saturday Night Savage will be live on the 13th of April at the venue known as the SMOOTHIE KING CENTER, New Orleans, Louisiana.

New Orleans is a Louisiana city on the Mississippi River, near the Gulf of Mexico. Nicknamed the "Big Easy," it's known for its round-the-clock nightlife, vibrant live-music scene and spicy, singular cuisine reflecting its history as a melting pot of French, African and American cultures. Embodying its festive spirit is Mardi Gras, the late-winter carnival famed for raucous costumed parades and street parties.

New Orleans home to actresses; Sandra Bullock, Patricia Davies Clarkson and Reese Witherspoon. Actors; John Goodman and Carl Weathers. Musicians; Fats Domino and Louis Armstrong. Rapper, Lil Wayne. That ever so annoying DJ… DJ Khaled. Now the Xtreme Wrestling tears up New Orleans with what should be a great edition of Savage.

Skull had arrived and just left the Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport, alone. No Curtista or Alfie to keep him company, they wasn't arriving till Saturday. Scully's fiancee, Natalie and their boy, Aston were also coming over tomorrow.

Skull didn't want to hang around an airport as had to prepare for his Scaffold match against Thaddeus Duke. Some wrestling fans noticed Scully, some booed him as he walked past, through the terminals. Others jeered abuse. Those who actually appreciated such fine talent, was greeted with autographs and a few selfies.

Scully had travelled just over two hours from Miami, Florida to New Orleans. He sat in a taxi, earphones in as he decided not to communicate with the taxi driver. Rude?! He stared out the window at the view of Orleans. Sure, there were some pretty sites but Skull noticed something in particular, which caused him to stop the cab.

”Stop here, please!”

Cab Driver: ”Sure thing, sir!”

The cab driver found a safe place to park up on the side of the road. Skull looked at the fair on the meter and paid the driver the fair with a tip.

Cab Driver: ”Thank you.”

”No, thank you!”

Skull opened the back passenger door and exited the taxi. Skull gestured at the cab driver to stay seated and grabbed his black Duffel Bag from the boot, himself. Skull closed the boot and gave the taxi driver the thumbs up. The taxi went on it's way and Scully walked towards the destination that caught his eye. Scully walked down the pathway, passing some members of the public. He approached the huge story building in front of him and took of his shades, He looked up at the giant scaffold in front of him. No one was working on it, it appeared the workers was just going on their lunch. Skull shrugged.

Scully read the danger signs and that only authorised personnel were allowed on the structure. Skull knew the obvious, that when a building is erected, scaffolding is used to provide external structural support for both the building-in-progress and the people working on it. Materials, such as metal piping or tubing, are often used as the back bone of scaffolding, in addition to couplers and boards. A couple of unoccupied cranes sat close by. There was also an aerial lift, which coincidentally the controller left the key. Scully placed the duffel bag over his shoulder and entered the aerial lift. He wasn't sure exactly what he was doing but messed with the controls anyway. The lift began to lift him higher and higher until he got to a certain height and got it closer to the scaffold. Skull was pretty high up and exited the aerial lift onto the scaffold.

Skull walked along the board, his hand stroking along the bars of the scaffold. Skull took his mobile phone from his pocket and went on his Instagram account. Skull began streaming with the camera and looked directly into it. The light wind blew his face as he spoke.

”Welcome morons. Today is your lucky day, we're in New Orleans, where tomorrow, Saturday Night Savage will be live from the Smoothie King Center. A full packed card, a sold out event and talent on show. Look at me, advertising for the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. Hahahahahahaha.

Anyway dickheads, as you know Scully will be in action and I will be a match. Not any match but a scaffolding match. Scully verses Thaddeus Duke..

Now you may be wondering where I am, well let me show you….”

Skull ignored the shit load of comments that were being written on his live stream and proceeded to pan around the area. He showed the aerial view of buildings and the matchbox type cars down below. Skull turns the camera back on himself.

”It's a long way down, people. And it's a long fall. When me and young Dukester are at the top of the scaffold, fighting to survive, one thing is for sure, someone will fall and someone will get seriously hurt.

Good job it won't be me though, ain't that right? Duke?!

BTW viewers, I've seen some of your lovely comments…

Shabnab07; You hope it's me who falls? I hate to disappoint you but fuck you, that ain't happening. Fuck all of you haters out there. Kiss my ass, Doria77! And you ManiacMan21, lick my balls, you six fingered Cunt!

For those who are supporting me and wish mr success…. THANK YOU for appreciating… Greatness!

Dukester, if you're watching.. Send my condolences to papa Duke, make sure you give him a cuddle and a kiss. Say your goodbyes cuz you might not see him again!

Da End, Scully Has Spoken!”

Skull walked back along the boards and climbed back on the aerial lift. He used the controls as he slowly brought himself down till he was finally on the ground. Skull turnt the lift off and exited just in time as the workers were making their way back. Skull smirked and looked up once more at the scaffolding. He turned around to cross the road. Skull looked both ways as you do, when he noticed a parked car flashing him with its headlights. Skull asked himself in his own head, “What the actual fuck?!” Scully began to walk towards the front of the car in the road. Not his most cleverest of moves. Suddenly he hears the cars engine rev and the car speeds towards him.

With quick instinct Scully manages to dive out of the way just in time and into some bins in an alleyway. Sure it hurt landing in a trash heap but it was better than being hit by a mad driver in a black, Cadillac Escalade. The large 6 litre vehicle speeds off. A passer by, a man in his late 40’s possibly, immediately helps Scully to his feet.

”You alright mister?”

”Yeah I'm fine, thank you. Did you get the reg?”

”No. Sorry. Do you want me to call the cops?”

”Nah. It's cool. Thanks though.

I better be going.

Thanks again.”

Skull nods at the man and picks up his duffel bag and proceeds to walk down the pavement. Skulls head started ticking, he had no idea who would try and hit him. The scene fades…...