Our scene is one of chaos and confusion; A crowded airport in Anywhere, USA. A businessman gazes at the watch on his left wrist impatiently as he drops a briefcase from his right hand onto the floor near one of the hard plastic airport chairs and sits down. A new mother, still struggling from that nasty post-pregnancy weight tries to calm her screaming baby. Hundreds of more people swarm like mindless droans throguh security lines into various terminals as the loud sounds of landing and departing planes fill the air. As the camera's view focuses in on one hallway, we hear a female voice come over the PA system.

"Flight 206 from Sydney, Australia... now arriving at Gate 9."

We then see the door swing open as tons of people flood out of the plane onto the first firmly supported ground they've seen in god only knows how long. Children and adults alike run into the arms of their friends and family, frantic with overwhelming emotion, leaving one man to stand there, unmoving... and alone. Despite his lack of size, he's a relatively menacig figure. His build is that of a finely tuned athlete. His dark hair has been cut extremely short and sits just above a pair of black lensed, silver rimmed sunglasses. This , along with the black suade jacket with grey leather melton-style sleaves, makes for quite an odd looking combination. Aside from that, he wears a pair of black leather shoes under a pair of faded bluejeans. Over one arm, he's slung a black and red duffel bag with the TapOut logo on it (TapOut is a brand of wrestling/martial arts gear). As soon as he begins to walk, an annoyingly familiar figure runs up to him, it's none other than the entertainingly abnoxoius Michael Cole.

Michael Cole: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing here next to the latest superstar to be acquired by XWF, coming to us from the Australian Fighting Championships, home of some of the most vicious fighters in the world, where he captured his third consecutive welter-weight title; Straight out of the land down under, the self-proclaimed "Human Weapon" Scott Gallows. Scott, If I may.. I'd like to just ask you a few questions.

Scott Gallows: Ah, Jesus H. Christ... I'm not in this country five damn minutes and already you want a piece of me! Tell ya what, gimme a second and I'll be right with ya, okay, mate?

The man pulls out a cell phone and puts it up to the side of his face after hitting a speed dial button. He waits for a second, then begins to talk to whoever's on the other end.

Scott Gallows: Yeah this is Gallows... Scott Gallows, I hear you wanted to speak to me. Right... triple threat, sure... no problem. Shane Love, huh? He he he... send him a memo, tell him not to bother showing up, cause if I hear him mention his cock one more time, I'm gunna snap it like a wish bone, you got me? Yeah, just like that... and don't change a damn word of it. Alright, thanks. Later.

He hits another button and puts the phone into his pocket. Then he turns to Michael again.

Scott Gallows: Alright, now what the hell is it you wanted again?

Michael Cole: Just a few questions, if I may.

Scott Gallows: If you may? Come on you spineless bugger, grow a backbone, know wonder these guys walk all over you. Here, gimme the mic... try it more like this. Hey, you! Yeah, that's right... YOU! I got some questions, and you're gunna gimme the answers!

He gives the microphone back to Michael.

Michael Cole: Okaaaaaay.... HEY YOU!

Scott Gallows: Hey you? Don't you know who you're talking to you worthless American Worm! I'm the fuckin' guy who ended three peoples carers in one night, each one of 'em atleast twice your size, for your damn information, now show a little respect!

Michael seems a bit embarassed after walking right into that one.

Michael Cole: Ofcourse... now,

Scott Gallows: Whoa Whoa Whoa... hold up. Ofcourse? Is that all? Need I remind you, you annoying hemeroid with legs, that you're in the presence of royalty? From now on, you shall address me as 'Your Highness'.

Michael Cole: Yes, Your Highness... Now, can we get on with this, PLEEEEASE?

Scott Gallows: Don't sweat it, mate... I'm just messin' with ya.

Michael appears relieved, and begins the interview.

Michael Cole: Alright, Scott... the first question has got to be this, your nickname... The Human Weapon. What inspired that exactly?

Scott Gallows: Honestly, it was my last boss. He used me, played me like a card in a game of poker. To him, that's all I was... A weapon. To Mikey Maxwell I was a tool of revenge, you fuck with Maxwell, you find yourself facing Gallows the next night. You see I went on a nearly two year winning streak, nothing and nobody could stop me, so how better for a booker to get even with those who crossed him then to set them up for the beating of his life. It all came back to bite him in the ass through when he got pissed off at my good brother, Rod... cause there's one thing you don't do, and that's fuck with the Gallows brothers, so I took a walk... but I took a bit of his dignity with me, something tells me a man who values nothing but his looks might get a little pissed off when his own human weapon knocks him out, shaves his head does his makeup for him... he he he...

Michael Cole: And does Sable know about this?

Scott Gallows: Oh yeah, let's just hope she's smarter than that daft prick. Listen, I'm do to check in at headquarters right away, you wanna talk, walk with me.

As they head toward the parking lot, Michael continues the questioning.

Michael Cole: Now that we have a little background on you, Mr. Gallows, let's talk about the future. On Thursday you will compete in a triple threat contest against the XWF's own Porn star, Shane Love and....

Scott Gallows: Whoa Whoa, Mikey, slow down... such amazingly high ammounts of shite can't be dealt with at the same time, let's take 'em one at a time... Shane Love likes to fancy himself a porn star, does he? Let me tell Shane Love a little bit about myself... Shane, I could quite easily be a porn star myself if it weren't for two little problems, One... I have this little condition that keeps me from such things, it's called DIGNITY. It's also often associated with PRIDE, and SELF RESPECT. These terms may be a little foreign to you, so let me explain. I have been clinically diagnosed to actually care a little wee bit about how other people see me. I'd much rather they see me as this... A champion, a man with heart... a man who can walk through a crowd with his head held high and know he works for a living and that he's the best in the business. I don't want everyone who sees me to point and stare and say "Hey... there's that guy who's all dick, no brains." I don't want people to associate me with a dirty, disgusting industry that encourage things like women sucking off horses or gang bangs with complete strangers, and I ESPECIALLY don't want to be in a business who's films are filled the most notoriously horrible actors the world has to offer.

Michael Cole: And the second reason...?

Scott Gallows: Excuse me?

Michael Cole: You said there were two reasons you'd never be a porn star...

Scott Gallows: Oh yeah! The other reason is this, the other reason is money. No porn agency would hire me... it's too damn expensive. Have you seen how much those damn wide angle lenses cost Michael?

He stares down at the front of his pants.

Scott Gallows: It's outrageous! Anyway, Shane, down to the matter at hand... if you want to be in such classless shite as "Bobby gets Butf*BLEEP*ed" or whatever, be my guest. What's important is this Thursday. You and I don't know eachother, which to me means we have a score to sebtle... you see, I can't stand to be an unknown. I could never live with myself knowing that in this country, I'm not yet a household name. I promise you Shane that win, lose or draw, altough I assure you... I will win, that I will burn a lasting memory into your head... a memory of my face, a memory of my name... a memory of the pain shooting up your arm and into your shoulder, right up your neck... when I lock you in the 'COLD FUSION' and most importantly, a memory of the humiliation of tapping out to a so-called 'rookie' in the first of his many wins. Shane Love, you will learn very quickly the kind of Terror that faced the citizens of the American civil war... because you will know, and you will remember very well... One false step, and you'll hang from the Gallows!

Michael Cole: 'Hang from the Gallows'... that's pretty catchy.

Scott Gallows: Yeah, it has a real nice ring to it, doesn't it?

Michael Cole: That it does, now what about Vertigo?

Scott Gallows: Oh, is that what that bastard's name is? Hell, I remember the guy on the phone tellin' me... but I've got this thing for names... If you're so damn irrelevant that I don't know who you are, I forget ya (snaps his fingers) like that. Tell ya' what... as soon as the bugger actually takes the time to show up rather than sittin' at home floggin' himself... THEN I'll say somethin' about him... until then, I'm not going to waste my precious time OR my even more valuable breath.

With that, we see that they've come to a parking garage where some sort of valet has pulled a red corvet with convertable top up to the door.

Scott Gallows: Now if you'll excuse me, I've got places to be... and far more important people to see...

With that, he jumps into the car and rolls down the top, which had been put up. When it comes down, the radio can be clearly heard playing "Hit The Floor" by Linkin Park. He slams on the gas as dust is kicked up from the concrete as he disappears, leaving nothing but tire tracks behind him.