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The Timberwolves call timeout as the L.A. faithfuls rise to their feet and give the Lakers a standing ovation, as they take a 93-83 lead with three minutes to go. The scene pans around and spots Sean Boyle, in a purple Kobe Bryant jersey with gold trimming. Boyle is sitting two seats away from Jack Nicholson. Sean Boyle rises from his seat and walks down the court. The camera follows as Sean Boyle goes out in the concession stand lobby. He goes to the entrance of the Staples Center and walks outside. He leans against the arena and grabs a pack of Marlboros from his pocket. He takes out a cigarette and puts it in his mouth. Boyle grabs a lighter from his pocket. He puts his hand over the end of the cigarette and lights it. He takes a puff and lets it go. Sean notices the camera and licks his lips. He sniffs and then spits on the ground. With his other hand he wipes his nose and runs his hand over his head.

Sean Boyle: Just like the Lakers have done in Game 3, I will bounce back in my next match. You can say I cost “The Real Deal” the match. I’ve apologized to Cundiff for that. My cockiness got the best of me. I hit Vincent with a brainbuster, do some celebrating, and he hits “Times a’ Changin’” and it was all over from there. But, it’s not a huge deal. Why you ask? Because we’re both going to rebound. It’s going to be, in a No Holds Barred Street Match for the TNT Eurasian Championship, Sean Boyle vs. the bitch formerly known as Good. Not God…good. But, more importantly, in a Ladder Match it will be Jimmy Vetalo vs. Jeremy Cundiff. Even though we won’t be getting a Tag Title shot for a couple weeks, we will be walking out the Eurasian and World champs.

Nicholas, Nicholas, Nicholas. The time has come for me to extract my revenge. You cost me three titles: Eurasian, Television, and the World. Now it’s time for me to take your title. You got your wish, you got me in a No Holds Barred match. You got a match where you can beat the living shit out of me. You got a match where you can take me out of TNT. You can finally end my career. You don’t like me and you probably don’t want me in TNT, so here’s your chance to annihilate me and embarrass me. Here’s your chance to rid TNT of the Real Deal.

Sean takes one last puff and flicks the cigarette to the ground. He stops the cherry out and walks to the entrance door. He walks in and walks straight to a vending machine. He takes out a One-Dollar bill and a quarter. Boyle inserts the dollar bill into the slot and pushes a quarter into the coin slot. Sean eyes the soda choices and presses the Pepsi button. The machine doesn’t immediately send the Pepsi out and Boyle punches the front as the plexi-glass Pepsi bottle dents in and then out. The Pepsi finally falls as Sean bends down and grabs the bottle. Boyle twists the cap off and tosses it in a trash can. The number one contender for the Eurasian Championship walks outside again. He pushes the door and when he walks outside he looks to the sky.

Sean Boyle: The stars are out tonight. You look up and you see millions upon millions of white sparkles throughout the sky. The stars were out tonight on the court inside the Staples Center, and the stars will be out this Sunday at May Mutilation. Nic, you thought wrong on so many different topics. You thought I had some dignity. You thought I had some self-respect, you thought I had respect for you. Trust me I respect myself. I don’t respect you though. I told you a couple months ago that I don’t respect you. So when we shuck hands, and I attacked you, I sent you a message. Don’t screw with me, and don’t ever think you’re better than me.

Totopolous, don’t get me wrong. I respect what you and I put on at April Attack. I don’t respect you one bit. But what we had at April Attack was magic. We put on a great show, which we will do again at May Mutilation. Nic, do you think I give a damn if you enjoyed the match and appreciate my talent? No, I couldn’t give a damn. You want to call me a coward for attacking you from behind. What about when you “shocked the world” by coming from behind the curtains and knocking me out with a chair, and revealing you could walk. I’m the coward. I’m only doing what I need to do to survive here in TNT. You did the same thing as me, so if you want to be a hypocrite then be one. I will admit you got the best of me, you don’t have to come out and parade around and brag to the fans. They saw you pin me one, two, three. You beat me cleanly in the ring, and you’re right, there’s nothing I can do about it.

Sean Boyle finishes the Pepsi and tosses the bottle on the ground. Sean backs up and takes his left hand and rubs it against the Staples Center arena.

Sean Boyle: Mmmm…how I would love to BOUNCE your skull off the Staples Center building. How I would love to scrap your head along the wall and watch the blood trickle down your head. You want a war Nic? Well, be prepared because you will get one. You’ve been waiting all month for this match. I’ve been waiting since you returned with Jesse Westcoat. See, you originally planned for you and I to have unsanctioned match. You and I, beating the crap out of each other? There’s two reasons you wanted that. The first to beat the crap out of me, the second to keep your title. You know that I am going to beat you for your title, so you went and begged to Marcel for an unsanctioned match to keep your belt. But you got your wish and I got mine. No Holds Barred Street Fight for the TNT Eurasian Champion. You want me in a match where you can beat my ass and I want you in a match where your title is on the line.

Nic, bring whatever you need to defeat me. Bring a barbed wire bat, bring a 2-by-4, bring a kitchen sink for all I care, because it won’t be enough. Toppy, the time has come to put up or shut up, well this Sunday I’m going to shut you up, then I’m going to put up as I take your Eurasian Championship. The war has begun Nicholas, and there will not be a ceasefire or armistice. We will end our feud at May Mutilation, as I show TNT and you what I really and made of. Nic, you have absolutely not idea what you are in for.

Sean Boyle looks down to the jersey and wipes the “8” under “Lakers” as the scene fades.