(An abandoned church. The same abandoned church that has been home to some of the more disturbing Insiders that the WWA has seen, and now, we sense that things aren’t about to get any better. We can barely see the church as it is, and since we can see only in black and white, its even harder. There is a thin layer of ethereal smoke that has enveloped the floor and there is not a sound in the air. That is until ....)

Kash: Feeling at home Tracer? I figured go to black and white, make you all cosy and welcome.

(The voice seems to be emanating from every inch of the church. We look around, almost as though we were trying to find the source of the voice.)

Kash: It was either black and white or another scene you are familiar with, Missys bedroom, but, well, everyone has seen there already, so I figured this was the more logical choice.

(We pan round, unable to see the person speaking, the empty grey church chilling us to the bone. We look around like a little child lost until our eyes are caught by a spark in the shadows. We get closer and we see the spark again, only this time, we see its origin. A cigarette lighter.)

Kash: How can we go from being partners to fighting, eh?

(We get closer to the source, and we see another spark, this one remaining lit, and what we are treated to is a vision of malevolence. The twisted metal mask of Kash, protecting his shattered face, is illuminated by the flame of the lighter. The occult sigils carved into the mask glow in the light of the flame.)

Kash: Still, not like I am complaining, any chance I get to beat the hell out of you, I am gonna take Bullet. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten how you disrespected my craft, that’s one thing you do NOT do.

(The flame of the lighter remains, and we can see that Kash is clad in his usual wrestling attire, topped with his tattered coat and mask. His blond hair crowns a face and body that screams torment.)

Kash: Lets look back at out record, shall we? Well, we faced each other in a tag match, we kicked your ass. Last week on Meltdown, guess who got the win on our team, yep, me. Oh, yes, and Birthday Bash, who came away with the gold? That would be me again.

(The flame is extinguished and we see what Kash was intending to do all along. Holding a small cloth doll dressed in a trench coat and a fedora, Kash has just managed to set light to the coat.)

Kash: I wonder how long this is gonna take to burn. I figure it’s gonna burn out an age after your star did. When was it that you last held a title? I forget, wasn’t it the Cruiserweight Title? I don’t know, the last belt you held told you that you were the best guy underneath 235lbs, wow, quite an achievement.

(The doll burns slowly, the coat going up first, the fedora catching aflame soon after. Kash holds the doll by a limb and watches the fire burn.)

Kash: It’s a pity all the guys who kick you ass week in and week out weren’t under 235, otherwise you might have stood a chance. You get lynched by the 400lbs Moore, Kraven is over 300 and he beat you hands down. The only man not kicking your ass is Denrol, but kicked may not be the word I’m looking for when it comes to Denrol and yourself.

(The doll burns brightly now, the core of the doll setting alight. Kash places it in the palm of his hand and watches it burn, ignoring the pain. He watches intently as it burns into a charred mess.)

Kash: So, do the math. You got a guy whose best years are behind him, who can only beat guys under 235 and is basically, a dick. Then, you put him in the ring against me. A guy who has only just started his WWA campaign, yet to finish a full year and the top contender for the WWA title. A man who can beat you whether you are under 235 or 535 and the man who is considered by all to be a twisted, sadistic freak.

(The doll burns away to nothing, just a pile of ashes in his hand. Kash relights the lighter and illuminates his hand. We see a silver object glowing in the palm of his hand, mixed with ash and debris. Kash blows the ash away and we see a silver bullet, dead centre of Kash’s palm, pointing skyward.)

Kash: Inside a doll of the private dud, we get a dud bullet, what are the odds? Anyway, this bullet has your name on it, and come Monday, I will remove the dud bullet from this federation, mark my words.

(Kash flicks the lighter dead and he returns to the shadows. We pull back as we hear a sinister laugh that echoes through our minds as we fade to black.)