The receptionist scowled at the rude response she got. Mary "The Ringrat" Bingham was in town, Manchester to be precise, and she wasn't wasting any time pissing people off. It always brought a wry smile to her face to see someone scowl at her with loathing. She was in the Palace Hotel in Manchester, accompanied by a solitary cameraman. She had been looking for her newest prey...The Muppet Man. To tell the truth, she wasn't too happy with this assignment. Wallace Coleman had been offered, but he had brushed it away without thinking twice. God, she hated him. He was almost as bad as Crenshaw...

"Very good, miss. He's on the third floor, room 47b, 3rd from the right. If you just step over there, you'll see the stairs..."

"I think I'll take the elevator, thanks," Mary interrupted. With a sly smile on her face, she walked over to the lift followed by the cameraman as the receptionist hisses. Mary could picture smoke coming out of her ears, and this forced a little giggle. The duo stepped into the elevator, and the so far unnamed cameraman pressed the "3" button. The lift jerked into movement as Mary leaned heavily on the wall. "This better be good," she said unhopefully.

"It might well be. You never know with these lot," replied the cameraman. Mary didn't answer, her mind flooded with images of Wallace Coleman being brutally killed in a manner of ways. She smirked as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. The duo moved down the corridor until they reached the third from the right. The number on the door states "47b" in curly gold writing. Muttering an insult about rich people under her breath, Mary knocked. A voice echoed out from inside the room.

"Hmph...who is it?"

"WWA," Mary replied shortly, not wanting to give anymore details than needed. There was a slight rustling, and the door is answered. Standing there was the newest WWA: Meltdown star, The Muppet Man. His face was one of scepticism as he looked on Mary and her comrade.

"My my, they do hire some rif raf..." he trailed off into the tiniest of chuckles, so it was just about noticeable. This seemed to twig something in Mary, and her face flashed angrily, but she controlled herself. "What do you want, then?"

"I'm here to interview you, Mr...Muppet Man?"

"Well, you can give it a shot, but I don't guarentee you any success."

Mary shifted uncomfortably, her hate building. "I'll let you know I've 'successfully' interviewed many superstars much greater than y..."

"You have 5 minutes," The Muppet Man said sharply. Mary stopped immediately, fuming, and the two stepped into the room. Muppet shut the door and leaned against it. "Fire away," he said almost mockingly. Mary stopped in her tracks. What was she going to ask him? She said the first thing that came into her head.

"Who do you think you are?" Muppet looked a little taken aback at this remark, but soon grinned again.

"REAL questions, please." Mary sighed and went back to the basics.

"You are facing Brad Polaris in a few short days on Meltdown. What are your thoughts? How will you handle the TV champion?" This bought her a bit of time to think about the question that would really get him...

"Now that's an interesting question, but here's another. What are you? What is your purpose in life?" She stopped again. Man, this guy was a pain in the a$$. Her anger was building even more, but she kept it in.

"Who is the one asking the questions here?" she said with authority, but Muppet Man brushes it away.

"Whoever I want it to be."

"Well, whatever. What are yo..."

"You haven't answered my question yet." She stopped AGAIN. She was getting angry now, and snapped at him viciously.

"Look, I'm not made of time! Are you gonna talk about Brad Polaris or not!?"

The Muppet Man smiled at her bravery. "I'd love to, but look at the time," he said, tapping on his watch. "5 minutes are up. I suggest you get out of here before I stop smiling." He got up casually, opening the door for her. The cameraman walked out immediately, knowing what was good for him, but Mary stayed put, folding her arms. Muppet raised an eyebrow at her, his smile fading. She slowly got to her feet and walked out of the door. She pointed her finger at him accusingly, but couldn't find any words, then just stormed off. Muppet Man smiled to himself and shut the door.

"Do you see, Brad? She could not crack me. She didn't even scrape the surface. What makes you think you can?"

He plopped down on the bed, his face expressionless, but there was still a trace of a grin.

"5 minutes is all I need to break my opponent, Polaris. Before you get any ideas of your own, Brad, take a look at this."

He pointed out his clown mask to the camera with a look of intensity.

"Take a good look. I am nothing like what you have faced before. Forget Nick Adams. Forget Tommy Starr. THIS is what you are up against now. Take a good look."

He paused, adding to the suspense, before snapping into another of his trademark grins.

"It's the last thing you'll see before it all goes black."

He snapped his fingers, and the picture cut. There is only blackness.