(Crimson, red and watery. With a metal spike lodged within it. This is what we are greeted with in close up, the graphic wounds of Rocky Adams after the horrific, but glorious King of the Hill match at Labour Day Brawl.)

(As the camera zooms out, we can see Melvin using a medical kit to remove some metal from the wounds of his brother Rocky Adams. Rocky is leaning over a chair in the back of his tourbus, while Melvin performs the cheap surgery.)

Rocky: (In partial pain) You know... for a successful guy, you'd think Quietus could have used some decent barbed wire instead of this cheap stuff, it just breaks off on impact. I mean, he's a United States champion, that's bound to have some sort of financial benefits...

(Melvin uses a pair of large metal tweezers to remove one of the many spikes of barbed wire stuck in his brother's body. He successfully takes one out and Rocky lets out a gentle yelp, he bites his lip to take away some of the pain. Melvin moves on to another cut.)

Rocky: Just like old times eh?

Melvin: I haven't removed barbed wire shards from your torso since you dismantled old man Peterson's fence to assemble ring ropes in your old backyard federation.

(Rocky smiles even through the pain remenicing of his old backyard wrestling days and how he has almost done a full circle from hardcore wrestling, to pro and back to hardcore as seen at Labour Day Brawl.)

Rocky: Yeah. Old man Peterson sure did hit me hard with that rusty old wire, then I still had a hardcore match to wrestle.

(His smile turns to a look of doubt however, looking back on the trouble he has put himself through, he maybe wonders has it been worth it?)

Rocky: I'm taking years off my career Melvin. I've gotta watch myself, Devils Own are after me again, probably still mad that I single handedly took them out back at Bourbon Street Brawl. Melvin... would you be my bodyguard?

(Melvin instantly drops his tools in horror.)

Melvin: What are you crazy? Have you seen the biceps on the WWA roster? Not to mention the way the arena lights burn my retinas.

Rocky: Soooo... is that a yes?

Melvin: Good Gawd no! Rocky, you know I've stuck up for you in the past when times have got tough-

[Flashback]

(A young 70's Rocky is sitting with a fro hairstyle on a black leather chair in a dark room like the Mastermind TV programme. A TV host's voice can be heard.)

Host: Now Mr. Adams, your specialist subject is...

Rocky: Star Trek.

Host: Start the clock, in Star Trek, the Klingon race speak which language?

Rocky: ...

(Rocky draws a total blank, he mumbles to himself while scratching his fro. He looks to his brother Melvin waving at the side of the stage who also has a similar brown fro.)

Melvin: (Whispering) It's Klingon!

Rocky: ...

Melvin: (Whispering) Klingon!

Rocky: (Whispering back) I know, what language do they speak?

Host: Time's up, Rocky Adams, you have scored zero points, the answer was: Klingon. Our next contestant is a life-guard and part time fitness trainer.

(Rocky walks off with his head down as a muscular man walks on and takes the chair while the females in the audience gasp and swoon over him.)

Host: And your name is?

Roy: Roy.

Host: Specialist subject?

Roy: Playboy Playmates.

[End flashback]


Rocky: I know Melvin, but this is different, this time I need you to fight for me, can you do that?

Melvin: Oh brother of mine, I don't think I'm capable of-

Rocky: Nonsense, I'll pretend to be Mr. Darkness and you give me a good thump in the face...

(Rocky slicks his hair back and pulls a coat over his back like a vampire and begins acting like Mr. Darkness.)

Rocky: Look at me, I'm Mr. Darkness, I'm so rich, I've got a butler.

(Melvin cowers in a ball and Rocky loses his Mr. Darkness persona.)

Rocky: Come on Melvin, you can do better than that!

(Rocky stands up over Melvin and regains his impression skills, he holds out the coat like a vampire's cape.)

Rocky: Woooooo! Woooooo! I'm Mr. Darkness, woooooooo!

(Melvin cowers again but starts swining his arm while not looking, he hits a lemon on a low table which squirts lemon juice in Rocky's eye.)

Rocky: Wooooo-ARGH!!!

(It's a start, but a slow one. Melvin must learn to stand up for himself and his brother if they both want to survive in the WWA, but what would happen in a real life situation? Devil's Own against Rocky Adams with his reluctant brother in his corner? Time will tell.)