*** The lights go up on a set that resembles a nice backstage dressing room. Two director’s chairs are center stage. In one of them, dressed in casual formal, including a pink polo shirt and tan slacks. He removes his gold-plated shades and hangs them from his shirt collar. He holds a microphone. ***

“BROADWAY” BOBBY FAME: “Today on Backstage With Bobby Fame, I have a guest who has lived up to his moniker more than ably since his arrival at PWA, although lately someone else has tried to put hard times on him. Accompanied by his manager Marty Dinkle, please welcome … the Spoiler, III!”

*** “Book of Bad Decisions” by Clutch blares through the arena as Marty Dinkle emerges from the curtain and onto the stage, dressed in a green suit so loud it drowns out the music and smoking a large cigar. Dinkle is flanked by the Spoiler III, who is wearing a black shirt, black slacks, and a black sports coat and conspicuous white neck brace. Both men have a serious look in their eyes as they walk over to Bobby Fame. Fame shakes hands with both men and invites them to sit. Dinkle tries his best to be a calming presence in contrast to the Spoiler III, who looks positively fuming.***

BF: “To begin with, Mr. Dinkle, a very serious question: how is your client’s neck? I mean, clearly it is wrapped up and supported, alot of folks assume that his injury was aggravated at Battery last night, so what do the doctors say?”

MARTY DINKLE: “Well, the fact of the matter is-”

SPOILER III: “The fact of the matter is Nemesis Rex damn well tried to cripple me last time we met in the ring! It’s not enough that he tried to double-cross me when we agreed to walk out and split the purse, no! He hooked me in the Unkindest Cut, spiked me on my head and tried to end my wrestling career! A lesser man would have wound up in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. My supreme physical condition is the only thing that saved me from paralysis, which is bad news for you, Rex! You took aim and you took your shot, and you didn’t make it count! Now it’s my turn!”

BF: “That’s a tall order, you know, even for someone who is in top shape, and while your conditioning can’t be questioned, certainly not by me, you do now have a chink in your armor. How is that going to alter how you operate, how you approach something like Nemesis Rex?”

MD: “Well, now, as to that, I can tell you and all these peop-”

SIII: “Bobby, did you see Battery?”

BF: “Yes, I did.”

SIII: “Then there’s your answer. I’ve been cleared to wrestle, so there’s nothing in my way to settle things with Nemesis Rex. I took on Rhett Holiday, Nemesis Rex’s protégé. True to form, he targeted my neck and as soon as he did, it was all over but the crying. I protected the target on my neck by making sure he was in too much pain to be effective! I unleashed everything in my arsenal! Now, Rhett Holiday ain’t no pushover. He ain’t no chump! He’s a 6-Man Tag champion! Holiday is a cunning, dangerous wrestler! And as soon as he went for the neck, as soon as he crossed that line, I CRUSHED HIM!

“Nemesis Rex, I hope you took a good look at Battery! I hope you saw that match, and I know that chills went down your spine when you saw what I did to your boy, because you know you were looking into your own future! Yeah, the neck brace is on for now. I ain’t worried! That’s just to make sure I’m in top form when I get my hands on you! Your time is coming!

“They call you The Devil. They say you are still the most feared wrestler in the ring, that you made a name for yourself crippling athletes. Well, I don’t fear any man or devil, and I ain’t no athlete! I’m a trained fighter, a master of my craft! My job is to tear other men apart for money and I take pride in my work! For you, Rex, I’m gonna tear you apart for nothing! Getting my hands on you is going to be pleasure for me, and painful for you!”

*** Spoiler III throws down the mic and storms off-stage. Fame looks after him, then turns to Dinkle. Dinkle looks like he is suppressing a bit of fluster, then stands up. ***

DM: “This interview is over!”

*** Dinkle hurries off-stage, leaving Fame there with a smirk on his face. ***

BF: “Thanks, Dink! Always a pressure!”

*** Fade out. ***