**The following occured on Fiesta but were lost due to technical difficulties.**

SEGMENT ONE

(We cut backstage where WWA Intercontinental Champion Mal Somers walks down one of the many corridors. The cheer of the crowd can be heard from within the arena and Mal seems to acknowledge it with a little nod. The IC Title is draped over his shoulder, atop his new "Taking A Chance" T-Shirt.)

Chase: Nice bit of product placement there by Somers.
Mikal: Mikal haz Quarter Pounder between legs, dats product placement.

(Somers continues forward, walking past an open doorway, where Odium appears on the scene, and the two bump into each other. The crowd go "Oooooh" and then turn to boos at one of the WWAs hottest superstars.)

Odium: Watch where you're going.

Somers: (looking Odium up and down) I was watching, I just didn't know what I would be stepping on without my National Geographic with me.

Odium: What you would be stepping on? I'm a lot taller, you midget.

Somers: Well I’m taller than Chance, so there!

(Odium just stares at Somers with contempt.)

Somers: (breaking the silence) Say, isn’t your name “Odd-dumb” or something?

Odium: Odium.

Somers: OK Odium, if that's your real name, I have a bone to pick with you. You see, I just saw the replay of the Bourbon Street Brawl.

Odium: Trying to see if you actually scored any offense?

Somers: (shaking his head) No, newbie, in fact I saw you take out Bonafide, which is normally something I would be over the moon about.

Odium: Your point being?

Somers: It's what you did afterwards that I am more concerned with. You see, that big black briefcase you took, what is in it belongs to me.

(Somers moves closer to Odium and pokes him firmly in the chest with his taped up index finger.)

Somers: And I….want....it....BACK!

Crowd: Oooooooooooohhhhh!

(Odium puts his finger on Somers' chest, and pushes him back a yard or so, Somers only just not hitting the wall behind him.)

Odium: Well, Malcolm, you won't be getting it back, something tells me it'd be a big mistake for you to have it anyway.

(Odium brushes past Somers and they both keep visual contact with each other as they pass each other, before both turning and going in opposite directions as we cut back to the announce team.)

Chase: Odium has Evil Rookie and wont give him back! What beef has he got with Mal?
Mikal: Dats a personal question.
Chase: I’m sure we will hear more about this!

SEGMENT TWO

Chase: Now its time for (holds his ear) hold on, something is going on backstage!
Mikal: Astonishing!
Chase: Lets check it out.

(The camera fades in to what appears to be Mal Somers' body sprawled over the floor. Next to him are three EMTs and X-Corp's Trainer, Bridge. Mal groans, before the doctor and Bridge start to talk.)

EMT 1: Well, he's definitely knocked his shoulder muscles, I don't know if he should be wrestling tonight at all.

Bridge: So he might be able to wrestle still?

EMT 2: Maybe, but right now we're just hoping that he comes to consciousness.

Bridge: Me too, then we can find out who the hell did this.

(Suddenly, Mal Somers yelps, and then moves his legs and his arms, before getting up so that he is sitting on the floor with his arms around his legs.)

Mal: Howdy dudes!

Bridge: Do you know who did this to you Mal?

Mal: No.

Bridge: Damn!

Mal: Hold on, wait! I saw that they were wearing shoes...

Bridge: Well thanks for that excellent help, Mal.

Mal: No problem, its what I like to call my "Scrabble Sense". In fact, I think I may already know who did it...

Bridge: Who?

Mal: I'd love to say, but I've got a big Title defence coming up, gotta go!

(As Mal slowly rises, the scene fades back to the ring and to Chase and Mikal's commentary.)

(Fade Out)