(A voice comes to us from the darkness.)

Voice: Toys...

(The camera fades in on a shelf full of plastic army men and Hot Wheels.)

Voice: Some are for little boys...

(The camera pans up to the shelf just above it. This shelf has action figures from various media... wrestling, action films, rock bands... most still in their original packaging, but some taken out and put on prominent display. It appears as if KISS is giving a concert right there on the self.)

Voice: Some are for older boys... collectors...

(The camera pans up one more shelf and is met with an array of hand guns.)

Voice: Some are for the big boys. But some... well...

(The camera pans up one last time to reveal a shelf filled with voodoo dolls of various quality.)

Voice: ... some are just for the weird boys.

(A hand reaches into the camera's view and takes one of the more elaborate dolls. One that has spiked blonde hair, an eyebrow piercing, an intricate tattoo on its shoulder, and really shitty facial hair. The hand draws the doll off screen, and the camera follows it. You can now see Tracer Bullet standing there, holding the doll in an open palm.)

TB: And Kash is the strangest one around. Oh sure, he may have an excuse... being forced to live on the streets most of his life and all... but that's a very weak excuse when it comes to believing in bollocks like this. However, while I fail to comprehend why someone would throw their life away in such a bogus belief system, I have to respect diversity. That's my job, after all. I'm the good guy here.

Tyler: No matter what the fans think of Kash.

TB: Yes, exactly. You can never expect people to know what's best for them. Look at the last national election. Complete mayhem, it was.

Tyler: So now you're telling people that they're not smart enough to know what's best for them, and you expect them to support YOU?

TB: I don't expect support, Tyler. I don't need it. But I never said that people are stupid. You're just putting words in my mouth now. But I can prove I'm the good guy.

Tyler: How's that?

(Tracer pats the doll on the head as he goes on.)

TB: You see... I'm the victim here. The victim is always the good guy. And why am I the victim, you ask?

Tyler: Let's say I did.

TB: Because I've been the focus of some very sophomoric insults from everyone's favorite Hogwart's reject. He thinks it's such a big deal to try pulling the same crap that everyone, EVERYONE, has been pulling ever since my wedding. Brilliant. No, I mean that. What better way to prove your originality than by swerving everyone else and beating the same old dead horse? Next thing you know, you're going to start calling me Tracer Bulls**t. I wouldn't put it past you...

(Tracer sits down and pulls a cigarette lighter out of his pocket. He flicks the flame on and off a couple times and sets it down on a nearby table, not letting the Kash doll leave his hand.)

TB: But this isn't about my wife, Kash. It's not about you. It's not about me. It's about something bigger than all of us. And while Melissa is the single most important thing in my life, it's about time I got something else important BACK into my life. I'm talking, of course, about the WWA World Heavyweight title. This is your first time to the top of the mountain, Kash. I've been there thrice before. And I believe it was Denrol who said that once you get to the top, you can't breathe without being up there again. It's like going to La Paz, Kash...

(Tracer pulls a pocketknife from his pocket and sets it down next to the lighter.)

TB: When you first get there, when you first get on top of the world... it's a dizzying experience. You suffer lightheadedness, you almost can't believe what's happening to you. Then you get used to it. And then when you come back down among the common people... it's different. You don't have that same high. You'll never be able to experience it again. But there's another difference... a more important difference... after you come back down from the mountain, Kash, you're better for having been there. You're still looked upon as one of the best, but there's a problem... the air feels like lead. The air up there is thinner, more invigorating... if you can handle it. But by the time you get back down to Earth... you'd do anything to get that same rush again. And you're going to discover that firsthand Sunday night.

(Tracer takes an icepick from his pocket and runs it up and down in front of the Kash doll before setting it down next to the lighter and pocketknife.)

TB: Of course, you may not feel that threatened based upon our past history. You did well at calling precedent on me there, Broomhilda. Yes, I failed to score a title at Birthday Brawl. But I wasn't after the U.S. Title either, which is something you just fell into after getting hit by a golf cart. Yes, your team beat my team somewhere along the line. Since I don't even remember that, I'll just give you the benefit of the doubt. Yes, you scored the victory for our team against... Tense and Kraven, was it? Well, whoever it was, I'll give you that one as well. In fact, I DID give it to you. And finally, yes, you did force me to tap out in a one-on-one match a few weeks back. At least, that's what the ref said. I actually guarantee that that's NOT what I was doing, as I have never submitted in my career. But if that's what the decision was, there's no sense arguing about it now.

(Tracer reaches into his pocket and brings forth a pair of tweezers, plucks a hair from the doll's head, and then puts the tweezers down among the other implements.)

TB: Especially considering that that's in the past. I try not to dwell on the past. I can't say the same for you. But even worse, you dwell on MY past. Precedent or not, the last belt I held is irrelevant. All that matters is the one I'm GOING to hold come Sunday night. Cruiserweight title... you seem to think that's some minor feat. All of the best talent are under 235. You can look at any federation across the globe and see that. So Moore and Kraven are both well over 300 pounds... big deal. I've beaten Kraven before, that's no big deal. Though I don't know where you ever got the idea that HE beat ME. I was lynched by Moore... again, no big deal. Though I considered it to be one at the time, I've fought back from that setback and come within striking distance of reaching the pinnacle of our profession once more.

(Tracer holds the Kash doll up to the camera.)

TB: But I see you enjoy playing with dolls, Wiccan. You're nothing more than a child. One would think that, living in New Orleans, I could appreciate the craft of voodoo. And truth told, I do. However, that's not what you do. You practice Wicca, an entirely different form of witchcraft. Your beliefs are earth-centered, not mind-centered. And I'm not exactly the most environmentally minded person you'll ever meet, so I fail to see the importance here. But my disrespect of your craft isn't what's on trial here... hee hee...

Tyler: What?

TB: Trial? Wiccan? Witch trial? Hee hee...

Tyler: Oh, please...

TB: Right... rather, it's your own interpretation of what you claim to believe. It's really a shame how even you, who claim to practice such a thing, is toying around with voodoo dolls. You're mixing religions here, you big nut job. But I'll tell you what... if you're going to toy with me...

(Tracer runs his fingers among the items he pulled out of his pocket throughout the course of this segment. Then suddenly, and with lightning speed, he bites the head off of the Kash doll and spits it onto the floor. It rolls right up to Tyler's feet. Rather than say anything else, Tracer stands up and pours the sawdust and onions out of the body of the Kash doll onto the floor. He carefully places the limp casing back onto the top shelf and walks off. Fade to black.)