Jimmy: Welcome to WWA Meltdown! Our one hundredth show no less!
Fat Tony: It is set to be a huge show indeed, I can't wait...for a hot dog!

(The arena bursts to life as Mal Somers steps onto the ramp from backstage, holding his customary chair and beloved Rookie aloft. He nods in acknowledgement, before unfolding the chair, and standing atop it, at the side of the stage.)

Jimmy: Looks like Somers has something to say!
Fat Tony: Most likely more crap.

(Somers gestures for the crowd to quieten down, which they eventually do.)

Somers: Hello sports fans!

Crowd: CHEER!

Somers: What a night! What an occasion! The one hundredth episode of Meltdown!

Crowd: CHEER!

Somers: You're happy, I'm happy, we are all happy, and why not? The one hundredth episode...

Crowd: CHEER!

Somers: I'm facing Tracer Bullet, in the first round of the Embrace the Power Tourney, a man that I defeat one hundred percent of the time...

Crowd: CHEER!

Somers: And tonight, my restraining order...

Crowd: CHEER!

Somers: against...

Crowd: CHEER!

Somers: Dave Harley...

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!

Somers: ends!

Crowd: CHEER!

(Somers grins, nodding, surveying the mad cap fans in attendance.)

Somers: A man, who is one hundred percent pure (beeeeeeeeep)!!!

Crowd: CHEER!

Somers: Everything is going so well, I couldn't be happier. And I have this little guy to thank.

(Somers holds Rookie aloft, and the crowd roar, flashbulbs illuminating the arena.)

Somers: YEAH!!!! Rookie, you are my best...

(At that moment, Rookie seems to take control of Somers' arm, and Somers whacks himself hard across the face with the large metal object. Somers flies off the chair, off the stage, as Rookie drops triumphantly onto the chair. Somers sails downwards, twelve to fifteen feet, onto some electrical equipment below. Sparks fly as the crowd chant.)

Crowd: HOLY BEEP!! HOLY BEEP!!

Jimmy: OH MY GOD! ROOKIE HAS TURNED ON MAL SOMERS!! HOW CAN THIS BE!
Fat Tony: THIS IS A TRAVESTY! MAL HAD IT ALL BEFORE HIM AND HIS BEST FRIEND TOOK IT ALL AWAY!

(Rookie shimmers in the light as the crowd boo.)

Fat Tony: Look at Rookie, not even acknowledging his actions. He has a heart of stone. Or metal. Is that your phone Jimmy?

Jimmy: No, who's is it?

(At that moment Mal Somers wakes up from his slumber, sitting bolt upright in his hotel room bed. He breathes heavily, eyes wide open, panicked. He turns the bed side lamp on.)

Somers: What a nightmare!

(He glances across the room at Rookie, who is draped across the sofa, atop a cushion.)

Somers: You wouldn't do that to me would you bud?

Rookie: (silence)

Somers: I didn't think so.

(He drinks from a glass of water.)

Somers: You wouldn't betray me would you? Dave Harley did, and he is going to pay this Monday, that's for sure. He wont know when, he won't know how, but I have a trick or two up my sleeve.

Rookie: (silence)

Somers: Yeah, and Chance as well. That was a huge surprise, but he didn't take it out on me personally, which is lucky for him I guess. I will always remember the fun we had with Chance in X-Corp, and as long as we don't cross paths...I wish him the best.

(Somers lies back down and stares at the ceiling.)

Somers: But it still hurts, that he would do such a dirty thing. The ranks of us good guys are diminishing fast. And I have to contend with two of the baddest this Monday. As I mentioned, Dave will get what is coming to him, that's for sure. I can taste it, vengeance is but days away.

(Somers rubs his weary eyes.)

Somers: And for the first time in weeks, I will be back in the wrestling trunks. Me versus Tracer Bullet in the Embrace the Power tournament. I've been enjoying training with him, but I still have a few tricks I haven't passed his way just yet.

(Somers grins)

Somers: I think I might debut them in our match this Monday, just to keep him on his toes.

(Somers' eyes flutter, as the clouds of sleep begin to take over once again.)

Somers: Whatever way it goes, it is going to be an...

*yawn*

..interesting show, that's for...

*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*

Rookie: (silence)

Somers: Hey! Quit snoring!

(Fade out)