Exhibition

[Stu]

TERRY SCHNEIDER: "Ladies and gentlemen, this past week on PWA Battery, the always top-tier talent that keeps the Armada coming back was on display as usual, but there was one march in particular that seemed heated on a personal level, that between "Broadway" Bobby Fame and the Hard Man from Glasgow, Robert McElroy. Now, these men, to the best of my knowledge, have never had any significant grudge outside of a simple, professional competitiveness, but the display of aggressiveness and intestinal fortitude displayed by the two last Monday seemed to indicate otherwise. We caught up with Mr. Fame two days ago, and this is what he had to say …"

*** "BROADWAY" BOBBY FAME is opening the door to his classic '78 Grand Prix, dressed in workout attire.***

BOBBY FAME: "Oh, I know I'll get the blame for this. Big deal. I'm not the one with the temper, I'm not the one who took a weekly exhibition match and made it personal. Hey, Mac, you hear THAT? EXHIBITION match! Maybe you don't know what that means, babe, I don't know what the education system is like in Scotland. In our context, it means a simple display of skill for the paying masses. That's all. Yes, do your best, but do it professionally.

"But what do you do? You take it too far. You fight me like there is a belt on the line. You fight me like I nailed your sister, then told her to shove off. I mean, jeez, I know you're a tough-ass, but come on. If you'd fought that hard a few hundred years ago, maybe you wouldn't be British today."

***Tosses gym bag into the backseat.***

BF: "But that's okay, babe. It's done. And I didn't say you didn't give me a good fight, but there was no reason to. Although …"

*** Fame sits down in the driver's seat, closes the door, starts the engine, and rolls down the window.***

BF: "... if that's as hard as you can fight at your best, if we were in a serious match … heeheeheehee …"

***Window rolls up, and Bobby Fame drives off. ***