(Scotty Carnage peers through the door at the wreckage within. He’s stood outside Dave Harley’s palatial home in Chicago, where earlier this week Craven Moore held a huge party – without Dave’s approval. Harley can be seen on his hands and knees scrubbing the carpet.)

Carnage: Still cleaning up, huh?

Harley: Where the hell have you been?!

Carnage: We have a gym to run, remember? It doesn’t run itself. Must have been one hell of a party.

Harley: Do you know how long it took me to get back here from Oakland? It took two days! Two freakin’ days!

Carnage: Why didn’t you fly? 

Harley: Because that bastard put out an APB on me. I couldn’t get within 2 miles of an airport! Look at my home. Two days worth of partying…

Carnage: At least you got to ride back in a limo.

Harley: Which I had to pay for! Moore had hired it in my name!

Carnage: Listen, on a more immediate note, I’ve been booked in a match this Saturday. I know you need me to watch your back with this whole Craven Moore thing, but my hands are gonna be tied. 

Harley: What? I need you there, man.

Carnage: I’ll be there. But if he takes me out again and I miss my match, I’m gonna be pissed. I’d make sure you’ve got some security there to cover you, just in case.

Harley: I can’t take security. Did you not here Moore this past week? There’s a spy in my camp and I can’t trust anyone. Hell, I’ve got so many people out to get me that I’ve got to suspect everyone. I need you there.

Carnage: I’ve got a match against Copeland, man. I’m not weaselling out of matches just to watch your back. This guy was on your team at Rage In The Cage XI. You must know a thing or two about him.

Harley: Copeland? He lasted a while in that match. He’s a tough bastard. Winner of the Halloween House of Pain in 2008. You know he retired Eddie? 

Carnage: Eddie Van Dorn? Shit.

Harley: And Armaan. You can take him, dude. But I’d rather you didn’t take him on this week. Things are too important at this stage.

Carnage: Dave, Craven Moore is your fight, not mine. After Rage In The Cage, you’ll have retired but I will still be here. You want me to hang around you as a bodyguard? Or do you want me to prove to the WWA that Dave Harley’s protégée is a force to be reckoned with?

Harley: You’re right, bud. Do what you have to do.

(Carnage turns to leave and Harley goes back to his scrubbing.)

Harley: Ew, I’ll never be rid of this smell…