We cut to a shot of a random high street. There is nothing to distinguish our location nothing stands out, and nothing is recognizable. Apart from two figures, who walk down the street, hand in hand. The camera zooms in closer, and confirms our suspicions. Joseph Peyton and Eleanor are walking down the street. The undeafted one of course, has his grin on his face, In his right hand, he holds a mobile phone, and is talking down it in quite a raised voice. Eleanor just looks bored, glancing in every window that they pass.
Joseph: What are you on about, Chuck?
Joseph: I know, but to say that any of the HRW have great success compared to Myself, Joseph Peyton is just flander.
Joseph: I rather thought youd say that. A lot of things have changed since you left.
Joseph: Yes, including that. Also I have made it to the first Pay Per View... Blood Bath
Joseph: Im not talking about that! Idiot!
Joey Peyton: Yes, I am. Not sure what Im doing this week though.
Peyton: Being an alcoholic doesnt mean you have charisma, you know.
Joseph: Very funny.
Joseph: Anyway Seeing as youve been on the internet, go on, tell me. Who have I got this week? Whos next on the beating schedule?
Joey Peyton: I see. So by order of Max Billion, I have to fight 3 people! Assasin, Freemo, and Anton Chase
Joey: You havent finished? Oh great! Go on; hit me with the stipulation
Joey: Blood Bath I see. A Cage match for a trophy, Well you know what Chuck.. I love it! What better way to show my power than slamming these guys in the cage?
Suddenly, Joey and Eleanor stop walking. They have stopped outside a swish looking café.
Joey: Well Chuck It looks like I have nothing to worry about only that those pussys will try and attack me out of nowere.
Joseph: Well Chuck, Im going for a meal now. You can put good odds on some reporter pestering me and there being an interview on HRW T.V or whatever soon. You can see what I think then.
Joseph: Yes, Ill see you soon.
Joey puts the phone into his pocket,
before smiling at Eleanor, and entering the café. As we
enter, we notice a rather bored looking waitress stood behind
the bar. And, on a nearby table, are a bunch of Vikings, who are
all kitted up with their swords, spears, and shields, as well
as one of those cool spiky helmets. A huge sign is up behind the
bar, proclaiming Special Offers Today : Spam. They
are quite quiet, in spite of the large beers in front of them.
Joey and Eleanor walk up to the bar.
Joey: Good Morning!
Joey: Well, what've you got?
Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam
Vikings (starting to chant): Spam spam spam spam...
Waitress: ...spam spam spam egg and spam; spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam...
Vikings (singing): Spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: ...or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencal manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.
Eleanor: Have you got anything without spam?
Waitress: Well, there's spam egg sausage and spam, that's not got much spam in it.
:Eleanor I don't want ANY spam!
Joey: Why can't she have egg bacon spam and sausage?
Eleanor: THAT'S got spam in it!
Joey: Hasn't got as much spam in it as spam egg sausage and spam, has it?
Vikings: Spam spam spam spam (Our Norse, out of the time warp by 1000 years or so friends crescendo through next few lines.)
Eleanor: Could you do the egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam then?
Eleanor: What do you mean 'Urgghh'? I don't like spam!
Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!)
Waitress: Shut up!
Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: SHUT UP! (The Vikings stop, looking quite upset and downhearted.) Bloody Vikings! You can't have egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam.
Eleanor: (shrieking): I don't like spam!
Joey: Shush, dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it. I'm having spam spam spam spam spam spam spam beaked beans spam spam spam and spam!
Vikings (singing): Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!! Baked beans are off.
Joey: Well could I have her spam instead of the baked beans then?
Waitress: You mean spam spam spam spam spam spam... (But it is too late and the Vikings drown her words)
Vikings (singing elaborately): Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful spam! Spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam. Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Spam spam spam SPAAAAAAM!
Joey: Oh Fuck it! Ill just have spam and chips!
Eleanor: And Ill just have the chips.
Waitress: Well WHY didnt you say so?
She leaves, presumably readying the meals. Peyton and Eleanor assume a position on a table, and we can see the Vikings in the background, sat at their table, looking much happier now they have managed to get their singsong out the way. One of the Vikings looks strangely familiar.
Joey: Im thirsty.
Eleanor: Oh GOD! Dont order a drink! Youll have to have Spam Puree!
Joey: Yuck! Spam is no good without sausages!
:Eleanor Oh no! Enough about spam!
Joey: Nothing wrong with spam at all babe! I used to love spam when I was a kid. Spam and chips used to be my Thursday night tea.
Eleanor: Why did you pick this of all places for dinner?
Joey: Sorry Eleanor, I didnt know there was any spam IN America.
Eleanor: Lets just get on with Oh no!
Suddenly, one of the Vikings leaps up from his table and sits next to Peyton, who instantly groans, realising who the intruder is. In a flash, the Viking takes off the hat and the cape, to reveal the increasingly desperate Chuck, a interviewer, holding a microphone.
Peyton: Oh FUCKER!
Chuck: Hiya Joe Do you like my disguise?
Joey: Chuck, you are about as convincing a Viking as I am a vampire. What do you want?
Chuck: What do I always want?
Joey: A punch in the face. Is that what you want Chuck, a punch in the face? I can organise that, no problem!
Chuck: (Looking quite nervous.) No, thank you, Ill have the usual thanks.
Joey: Chuck Do I look like your MALE fitness trainer?
Chuck: No, I dont mean that I Well That is that I I
Joey: You mean that you want to interrupt my dinner AGAIN?
Chuck: Umm Yeah
Joey: Youre so desperate to talk to me; youre willing to dress up as a Viking?
Chuck: I keep telling you Joey Jenna Andrews is closing in on that exclusive scoop. I have to be one step ahead.
Joey: Youve told me all this. Look! Just get on with it. When my dinner comes, you go, understand?
Chuck: Sure. Thanks Danny, Im grateful to
Joey: GET ON WITH IT!
Chuck: I see. This week, youre fighting 3 men, Yes 3 men! This is also your first professional match in the HRW, what do you expect?
Joey Peyton: I found out about this action by Max just a few minutes ago. However, it doesn't surprise me in the slightest that i i'm being challanged to the fullest this week. I read this possibility and technically an eventuality some time ago.
Chuck: And do you have any problems with this match?
Joey Peyton: There is a potential one, but I will explain that later, as i point on, many HRW superstars will under estimated me. You misjudged me, and that is an error you will pay dearly for. So when these guys come to fight at this weeks PPV i just wanna warn them of 1 thing... I'm READY!
Chuck: Okay, I'm going to say a word and i will need a response, Cage.
Joey Peyton: HRW couldn't say it any better Danger,Blood,Sweat,Tears,Pain,Sacrifice,Endurance,Strength,Desire..
Chuck: Max Billion
Joey Peyton: Simply the best owner in the world, what owner gives their talent such a big match their first time?
Chuck: Blood Bath
Joey Peyton: The name states all the action coming in that ring plus the after math
Chuck: Joey Peyton
Joey Peyton: Simply the best, You challenge my ego? You go down! 1..2..3..
Chuck: Thank You