[As the scene opens up we are witness to an absolute beautifull day in sunny Detroit. We are currently inside the airport and Polaris is at a desk handing over his ticket when his mobile phone rings. The two big and heavy bags that he's carrying drop by his side and he quickly searches his jeans pocket for the phone, he pulls it out and puts it to his ear before softly whispering that he's sorry to the lady behind the desk.]

Brad: Hello?

What?

Is she alright, what happened?

I told you guys to look after her and your telling me she's dissapeared??

What time did she take off?

Thats like 2 hours ago buddy, have you even searched for her!? Get off the damn phone and look for her, I have a flight to catch!!

Listen, search our house, she might of gone home, search the WWA offices and... hell, search EWA headquarters just in case, I dont think she knows I'm going to London. #beep#.

I dont need this right now, I have Khaled playing with my head, Matt Warr's playing games with me with this Mystery opponent bull#beep#, now Mandy has dissapeared. Well, listen to me, it's only been 2 hours, she couldn't of gotten far. Just... I dunno, maybe do your damn job!!

[Brad hangs up and puts the phone back in his pocket, he places his hair back behind his shoulders ad gets the ticket back of the lady at reception.]

Lady: Thank you, enjoy your flight.

[Brad gives her a smug look, shakes his head and walks off to take a seat and wait for his flight. He places the two bags in front of him and has a very worrying look on his face.]

Brad: I dont need this right now. I'm 19 and already having a midlife crisis! What the hell is with that? Things cant posibly get any worse, surely, I havent done anything wrong to be this screwed over.

[Polaris has a little sarcastic chuckle as he sits back in the seat and tries to relax.]

Brad: Who will I face this week. Adams? No, that'll be predictable. Khaled, No, he's already got a match. Tracer? got a match. Chuckster, got a match. Jensen? got a match. Deimos, Grunge, Levi & Sanders have all got a match. Murphy has match, Shaman has a match.

[Brad looks totally stumped. He stays quiet for a few seconds, looking up at the roof before shooting off a few more options.]

Brad: Muppet Man? nah, I faced him last week and plus, he has a match. Tommy Starr has a match. Denrol? Holy hell, maybe... Maybe!!

[Brad stands up and starts to calculate his thoughts.]

Brad: Denrol, god I hope not, but maybe it is? OH NO! maybe it's Vik Ventressa?? oh geez.

[Brad sinks back into the chair.]

Brad: No way, it wont be Vik. And Denrol? No, I'm not in his league... yet. Oh god, it has to be one of the two, Denrol, Vik, Vik, Denrol...

[Brad continues to ponder and suddenly snaps out of his nervous trance like state.]

Brad: Stop it!!

[Brad hits his left leg with a hard right fist, calming hmself down.]

Brad: Just relax. I'm in the WWA for a reason, to take on all opponents, I can do this.

[Polaris reaches down and unzips on of the bags, as he opens it a shiney gold plate sparkles. Its the TV title and Polaris looks over it with his right hand.]

"THE 7:15AM DETROIT TO LONDON IS NOW READY TO BOARD"