[We open the scene just outside EWA headquarters, suprisingley it's very busy, fans are outside the doors and some are even sarrounding the car park on a very hot and humid day. The sun would be out, if it wasn't for those dark rain clouds that are threatening to curse the good people who are standing under no shelter.]

[Most of the fans have got Brad Polaris T-Shirts on, some have signs with stuff like 'Marry Me, Brad', 'I have your Baby' and even one fan has gone to the extreme with a sign saying 'Polaris = TV ratings', which we all know is a joke. Suddenly, off into the distance we hear a purr of a kitten, magnified a hundred times, but it's not a kitten, it's a black and silver Le Mans Quattro pulling into the car park. The hundreds of fans run over to see who it is and when it comes to a hult, the drivers side window scrolls down and its... Brad Polaris, looking very cool in black shades and his long blonde hair tied back. Mandy isn't with him.]

[We then see several security gaurds make there way through the crowd and assist Brad out of the Le Mans. Brad has that trademark smile on his face as he looks around at the fans almost laughing with happiness.]

Brad: I'm Ba-ack!!!

[The hundreds of fans yell, roar and scream at the top of there lungs as Brad starts to walk towards the EWA entrance with help from the gaurds, Brad signs autographs on the way and the fans start asking a thousand questions in which Brad cannot answer.]

"Hows the WWA?"

"Where are you going?"

"Who will win, Adams or Tracer?"

"Wheres Mandy?"

"Is she alright?"

"What are you going to do to Khaled?"

"How much did your car cost?"

[Brad finally makes his way to the entrance and as the gaurds open the door for him, he takes one last look at the fans, gives one of them their pen back and smiles before walking into the EWA building. The door shuts and suddenly everything goes quiet, Brad can hear himself think again.]0

Brad: I love this job.

[He says to one of the gaurds who nods his head in agreement.]

Brad: And it feels damn good to be back in this place, the future of the WWA is in the hands of the EWA, Wow. I love it.

[The gaurds just agree as they reach the end of the hallway. Brad takes a seat next to a door marked 'Costumes' and the gaurds walk away.]

Brad: Thanks guys.

[Brad relaxes himself and sits back looking calm and collected. Certainly a different Brad we saw just a few days ago when he was talking about Khaled.]

Brad: God damn, I love this place. I seriously can't wait to get myself back into the ring with these guys.

[Brad checks his watch.]

Brad: 5 minutes.

[He sits up and sniffs the air.]

Brad: I can smell the wrestling in this joint, it's rockin'. I wish Mandy was here. I wish I were back here. Rocky Adams, confident, snazzy, maybe the next EWA Euro champ? I dunno, but the guy has talent. Mr. Darkness, I wont say nothin' 'bout that guy, I hate rich people, snobs or not snobs, I hate rich people, full stop.

[Brad pauses before going on, he looks at his watch and then rattles his car keys which are in his jeans pocket, he sighs.]

Brad: OK, so I hate rich people who don't have to work for the money. Parents that just give money away to their children, I hate that... yeh.

[Brad stumbles over his words, his attempt to convince himself he's not rich didn't work, but he continues.]

Brad: Armaan, The New Delhi Express. To desire is to live. The guy has got a good head on his shoulders. Listen to me, I sound like I'm a 45 year old veteran, "The kid has potential".

[Brad mocks himself, but finishes off with a prediction for the match.]

Brad: I could see that EWA Euro belt around his waist. I dont know if he knows this, but if he wins, he'll become the first ever, FIRST EVER, Indian to win EWA gold. As a matter of fact...

[Just as Brad is about to open his mouth, the costume signed door opens and a 5'4" fat, bold and hairy man appears.]

FB&H: Brad Polaris, honey, I have your costume ready.

[Brad looks at the camera with a "Uh-oh" look on his face.]

Brad: Give me 2 minutes.

FB&H: Ok, darling.

[The door closes and Brad lets out a little laugh as he relaxes in his seat again.]

Brad: Nick Adams verses Tracer Bullet. That match will blow everyone in the UK away!! They'll love it. And holy #beep#, I'm referee. Now, thats awesome.

[Brad sands, takes a big sigh, opens the door and walks in. Good luck Brad.]