[One Hour Later]

.:The cameras open up in what appears to be a radio station. In this radio station, several pictures of the New York sports teams...Yankees, Mets, Jets, Giants and Rangers...are displayed along with a "WFAN 660 AM" banner. Also in this radio station we see three men sitting and carrying on a conversation. On the top of the screen is a skinny man who appears to be in his mid fourties...or late fifties with a grey shirt and a pair of black slacks, on your left is a heavy looking guy with glasses with a crimson shirt and tan pants on and on the bottom sitting on the right of the hefty man is Marcus Menace. The three men share a conversation in which draws a lot of laughter in the studio...but is also unaudible to the cameras that are there. After several minutes, all three men put on their headphones and the song that introduces the show is placed. When the song concludes the man in the grey shirt drinks his bottled water and gets the show started.:

Christopher "Mad Dog" Russo: Welcome, everybody!...Mike and the Mad Dog coming to you on the sports radio sixty-six and on the YES network...on the final Monday of the June month. Isn't that right Mike?

Mike Francesa: That would be correct, Chris.

Christopher "Mad Dog" Russo: And...we are joined in the studio by one of our good friends, the man who will be on the show just for today and will be competing in the Chaos Heat Zone on Wednesday night and many more Wednesday nights after that.

Mike Francesa: But he won't just be competing, Dog. He's going to be putting the hurt on his opponent Wednesday.

Christopher "Mad Dog" Russo: Well...Mike we can't jump the gun yet...that has yet to be seen...but everyone welcome Marcus Menace to the Mike and the Mad Dog program.

Mike Francesa: Welcome to the show, Marcus.

Marcus Menace: Mike...Mad Dog...you guys are too friendly to me.

Christopher "Mad Dog" Russo: Now normally...for those at home...we would usually start off with talking about the day in sports...and we will reach that point in the show...but for today, we will begin the program with Marcus.

Marcus Menace: I'm down for that.

.:Mike Francesa takes a sip of his Diet Coke...but not before chiming in after Marcus Menace.:

Mike Francesa: So...Marcus. It's been a long time. How have ya been?

Marcus Menace: I've been hanging in there Mike. I just came off of the plane not too long ago.

Mike Francesa: Oh yeah?...where did you go before that?

Marcus Menace: I was just at home in Dallas, soaking up the heat. Taking care of Gloria.

Mike Francesa: Yeah?

Marcus Menace: Yeah.

Christopher "Mad Dog" Russo: See, for those at home listening on the radio...or watching on the YES network, Gloria is Marcus' daughter. Marcus...I see you have a nice little watch right there...I guess life is going great for you huh?

Marcus Menace: I can't complain, Chris. I can't complain.

Christopher "Mad Dog" Russo: So, tell us and the folks at home a little bit more about this Chaos Heat Zone. Are you stylin' and profilin' there yet?

Marcus Menace: I wouldn't go that far.

Mike Francesa: So tell us about it. How is your time flowing there so far?

Marcus Menace: I like it. I am enjoying my stay...but I'm a new guy here in CHZ. This is my first week.

Mike Francesa: And give us a little insight on the business. How is the sport alike...or how is it different from your regular sports...say basketball...or your football...or your baseball.

Marcus Menace: Well, Mike, the business is very rough. I wouldn't recommend this sport for anyone who is weak at heart. I wouldn't recommend watching what we do if you do not respect our work...or know the danger of what you are going to see. To be in this business, you have to be smart and know your way around. To survive in this industry, you have to know...and understand that this is a dog-eat-dog business. That, as fast as you signed on the dotted line, you can be headed out even faster. This sport is nothing like the average. We don't get on the gridiron, or say...your basketball court...or baseball field. We settle our problems inside a squared circle called the ring. That is where problems are settled and that is where problems are started. That ring holds a lot of power, Mike. That ring is what could make or break your career. If you are not talented enough, the fans will let you know. The boys in the back will let you know...if you are cut out for it or not. See, Mike...I'm new to this Chaos Heat Zone...so many of the boys...many of the fans may not believe in me. Given that fact, I'm willing to work hard and put in my time so I am not known as a slacker. So...I am not known as someone who was here today...and gone tommorrow. So...I am not known as a fluke. This business differs from that of basketball, baseball...or any sport for that matter...because we do not take breaks. We do not have an off-season. We don't have a salary cap...or anything of those things that goes into those sports...and what I have is the determination for this sport. I have this industry in my blood. I love this sport with all my heart and that is something no one can take away from me.

.:Marcus Menace stares Christopher Russo in his face and he seems to be a little scared of Marcus.:

Mike Francesa: Whoa, Dog, you better watch out...Marcus is built like a truck.

Christopher "Mad Dog" Russo: I see that.

Marcus Menace: Nothing to get tense about, Chris. Just playing around with ya.

Christopher "Mad Dog" Russo: I knew that.

Marcus Menace: Sure you did.

Christopher "Mad Dog" Russo: Moving on, tell us a little about this Wednesday night.

Marcus Menace: Wednesday night.....Wednesday night.....

.:Marcus Menace does a drum roll...and then laughs.:

Marcus Menace: On Wednesday night, I debut in the Chaos Heat Zone...my first match since nearly shattering my ankle and ending my career. They say you never know what you miss until it is gone...but during the two years I was out...I realized what was gone. I realized what I was missing and now, two years later, I go back to the same destination...the exact same arena...where my career flashed right before my eyes...but Chris, I guarantee to you...that my career will not be over. That win, lose or draw...it will not be the end of me. It will only spell the beginning of what I tend to start all over again. On Wednesday night, I face Inferno.....

Mike Francesa: Some name for a tough guy, eh?

Marcus Menace: .....And I will teach that young kid in what match, that what he has learned in his four year stint with this company. Mike and Chris, I am not one to get cocky and try to sell a story for ratings...but I just have to do this. I just have to take out the trash on Wednesday night and put an end to this. Inferno, payback is a bitch...but revenge...is sweet.

Christopher "Mad Dog" Russo: That was Marcus Menace. We will be back, after several messages from our sponsors.

.:All three men take off their headphones and the sponsors for the radio show are heard. The cameras fade.:

[Finishing the Job.....]

.:The cameras open up in what appears to be a green room. The room is not literally green, but you understand the idea. In this green room, there are chairs set up for the guests and refreshments in case one gets hungry. The cameras move into the green room to see that one man sits on the left side of our screen with his legs crossed and his index finger and thumb on his lip and on his chin. There are no other figures in this room besides this one man and the cameras come closer. As the cameras move in on the one man in the room, we identify him to be Marcus Menace. He still has on his New York Mets jersey and the clothing he wore to the WFAN radio station, so we figure this is the place where he still is. The cameras move in on Marcus Menace and Marcus brings his right hand from his face but an evil smirk replaces it. Menace places his right leg that was crossed over his left, on the floor and focuses in over at the camera.:

Marcus Menace: Disappointed. On this day, I am very disappointed. Disappointed in you, Inferno. Inferno, you disappointed me.

.:Marcus Menace rises from his chair and goes to the refreshment table. He looks at the table and reaches for a donut with pink and white sprinkles on the top. He takes a bite and then swallows.:

Marcus Menace: I saw the footage, Inferno and you disappointed me. Inferno, you let me down. I wanted for you to act macho for your son again. I wanted for you to give me those empty threats again. I wanted for you to dig deeper and build a bigger grave for yourself. I wanted for you to give me the impression that the time I wasted on you yesterday was worth it. But, instead of you giving me what I thought I was expecting...you gave me more than what I bargained for.

.:Marcus Menace takes a final bite of his sprinkled donut and goes to the coffee machine. Marcus reaches for a cup and pours the steaming hot coffee into his cup.:

Marcus Menace: Inferno, you still don't realize. You still are not on the planet Earth...and right about now...I am sick of you. I'm sick of watching you talk about me, I'm sick of you confusing yourself and I'm sick of that son of yours. Everything that you do, everything that you say, makes me want you even more. Every moment that you speak of bigger issues that do not concern me, just makes me want to track you down and carefully explain to you what I am getting at...again. Maybe the cue card idea was not a bad one after all.

.:Marcus Menace tears off several packages of sugar and pours it into his coffee. He then reaches for the milk, pours it in, grabs a spoon and stirs.:

Marcus Menace: Last time I talked, I thought I carefully explained this respect ordeal out. I thought I carefully told you where I stood. I thought I carefully told you...Inferno...that no one respects you. I thought I told you that no one will ever respect you until you reach the pinacle that I have reached. I thought I said, until you captured the Chaos Heat Zone World Championship, that you will not receive respect from your fellow Chaos Heat Zone members. Maybe you did not hear that correctly. Maybe I spoke too fast for you. Maybe my word went over your head and you got things mixed up. You talk about me getting you upset and that maybe I should be the one that is in the confines of a mental institution. That you are going to lose it because I called you stupid. So...I called you stupid...what are you going to do about it?...run and cry to your mommy?...rant and rave about me to a seven year old?...what the hell is wrong with you, Inferno?...once again, I bring up this thing about respect. Inferno, I really do believe you are insane. But it is not for the reasons that you may think. One day, I remember you saying you were the most respected man in this organization. The next you say you don't need anybody's respect here in the Chaos Heat Zone. Now you say the entire Chaos Heat Zone shows more respect for you in their pinky finger than me?...can you please make up your mind already?...can you please stop confusing our viewers?...can you please stick to one thing and keep it that way?...Inferno, I know that no one here respects me and I don't want them to. I don't thrive on the respect of others. I don't thrive on what other individuals think of me. You tried to plead a case of you showing me respect by agreeing to this matchup. Inferno, last time I checked...you don't have a say in who you face. This is your job!!!!! You don't question who you face and you don't have an option. It is either you face who your opponent is on the card, or you don't get paid. You don't get noticed and you don't have a career here. You are not some prima-donna here in the Chaos Heat Zone. You don't pick and choose your opponents. You were thrown in this match against me...and even thought you do not like it...you have no choice. You have no say in how Matthew Helms conducts his business...and I thought even someone like you would understand that matter. But Inferno, in this short week, I'm starting to learn a lot about you and please, before you start up again on this respect issue, just put it rest. You are fighting a losing battle. You won't win.

.:Marcus Menace takes a places a lid on his coffee and takes a sip of it. He smells the coffee and then puts the coffee back on the table.:

Marcus Menace: Inferno, your interview with Carol Diamond was quite interesting really, considering the fact you would rather name me after a seven year old who "terrorized" senior citizens, than talk about me and that's something that I want to know. That is something the people at WFAN want to know. They want to know why didn't you step up to the plate and respond to me...but just like I have been preaching to you all week, Inferno, I know the truth...and you know the truth.

.:Menace then walks around the green room, taking occasional sips of his coffee.:

Marcus Menace: Inferno, you know damn well why you did not mention me. As much as you wanted to try and shut me up, you didn't. Why?...why you didn't try as hard as you wanted to?...because you realized that you were fighting in a verbal battle that you could not win. You knew that my words were too much for you to handle. That you were fresh out of things to say. That is why you kept bringing up Revolution and everything else. That is why you gave me multiple amounts of empty threats. That is why you did not become as original as you thought you would be. That is why you tried to call out J Stevenson, instead of focusing on me. You did not want me to tarnish your image and verbally embarrass you while your son could be possibly watching. You were afraid because you don't want me to become your son's role model. I can respect that decision. You did not want to fight fire with fire against me, because you know that I would burn you. See, that is why they gave you the nickname of Inferno. It isn't because you go out in a "blaze" of glory. It isn't because you "burn" your opponents. It isn't because you are the "hottest" thing on the market...and in CHZ. They call you Inferno because...no matter how hard you try, no matter how tough or macho you seem to be for your son...your opponents aren't the ones being burned. The only individual that is being burned...is...you. Inferno, that is the best way to show a man respect. And Inferno, that is all the respect that I need.

.:The cameras move in on the face of Marcus Menace and stops just short Marcus' right eye. As we stare at the eye of Marcus Menace, the cameras fade.:

[Reliving the Memories.....]

.:The cameras open up at the entrance of the American West Arena in Phoenix, Arizona and just like any night in Arizona, it is hazy, hot and humid. At the front of the American West Arena, not many pedestrians are on the streets but several cars are heard passing by in the background. The lights in the arena are on and on the marquee of the building it reads..."The Chaos Heat Zone presents.....Wednesday Night Wild" the marquee continues with the following..."June 30, 2004.....Main Event.....Steven "The Snoops Hulin" versus Josh Sutton.....Sold out!". The cameras then move down from the marquee, as it just repeats itself and directly under the marquee, looking at the words on the building that reads "American West Arena" stands Marcus Menace. Marcus is wearing a Chaos Heat Zone "Pray for Peace, Prepare for War" white t-shirt, with a pair of blue jeans and white sneakers. The bright lights beam down on Marcus Menace and he smiles at the building. Marcus Menace slowly walks up the final steps that comes to the front door and enters the arena. Marcus then looks around to see if anyone saw him enter the building and the coast is clear. Menace casually walks the corridors of the American West Arena and comes to a part of the building that reads "Section 119 A". Marcus smiles at the camera, walks towards the entrance, pulls back the black curtain and we are treated to a direct view of the Wednesday Night Wild set. Marcus looks around the empty arena and then looks at the announcers tables that are set up, followed by the ring. Menace then walks down the steps and comes to the first row of steel chairs that are set up behind the barricade and behind the annoucers table. Marcus Menace walks and hops over the barricade, then sits at the announcers table, set up for the Chaos Heat Zone announcers Moses Dupree and Melvin "FlapJacks" Murphy. Marcus then puts one of their headsets on and pretends to be one of them.:

Marcus Menace: Oh, no. Oh...my...God. Someone get Assassin Security out here!!!!!

.:Marcus Menace laughs and puts the headset down where he found it. He stands up and runs his hand along on the announcers table, with a slight tear falling down his face.:

Marcus Menace: Phoenix, Arizona!!!!!.....it has been nearly two and half years since I have been here and it feels awesome. Standing here, I feel the adrenaline rush coming back to me. I feel the years of experience flowing back. I feel and remember the memories of the Unholy Alliance. All right here, in this very arena. The American West Arena is like my home away from home. Phoenix, Arizona, you have treated me so well and I plan to treat all the wonderful fans that live in this city well too. I plan to treat to them well, when I go and face Inferno in my return match. After two fucking years, I return. I return to my playground. I return back to my home after nearly ending my career with a fractured ankle. This is the place where I made myself a household name. This is the place where I made the Unholy Alliance infamous. Now, I do it all over again. The very place where I started my career, is the place where I jump start it again...and damn does it feel sweet.

.:Marcus Menace wipes the tears from his face and slides inside of the ring. He looks out into the thousands of seats in the stands and pumps his fist out into the air.:

Marcus Menace: Yes, this does feel sweet. Tomorrow, in this very ring is where I make my debut all over again. Inferno, in this ring is where hearts and egos are broken. In this ring is where friends and alliances are made...and here in this arena...was where one of the biggest alliances were made. My alliance. The Unholy Alliance.

.:Marcus Menace smiles and looks over at the ropes. He then stretches and runs along the ropes. After running the ropes he then returns to the camera.:

Marcus Menace: I feel it, Inferno. Inferno, I feel the glory days coming back to me. I know that those days are over with. I know those days are done with, but I can still dream. I can still believe and I believe tomorrow, when I get my hands on you, you will not be so lucky. You believe that by visiting my dearest friend Sean Andretti will grant you his friendship. You believe that by visiting Sean Andretti in an asylum will change the history between you two. That, by visiting Sean, it makes everything better. What you have done is only angered me. I put Sean there for a reason. I put Sean there so he could get his head straightened out. I put him there because it was for his own good...because I am a friend. I did not put him there so people like you could brainwash and put things in his corrupted brain that would send him off the deep end even more. Inferno, what you are is selfish...and you are a terrible excuse for a human being. You aren't a friend of Sean...and you know that. I know that...and we all see through you. Only if Sean could see what I see. You think seeing Sean made me feel bad?...that it put a damper on "plans" that you claim I had?...you say that you are sick of people sitting on their asses. That you are tired of people wasting time. That you are tired of slackers. Inferno, my friend...you are the biggest slacker of them all. Taking advantage of a man who is in a mental institution, so you can scout me. Do you think that works?...I really hope you do, because tomorrow night, you will be in for the biggest surprise of your life.

.:Menace then walks to the turnbuckle and sits on the top, looking down at the camera.:

Marcus Menace: You see, Larry, mind, body...and soul...you are weak. You are fragile. Your life is falling apart and your career is decrepit. Inferno, if you couldn't even take the verbal abuse that I have been giving you this week...what makes you think you will be even to handle my abuse when it becomes physical?...see, Inferno, you might think your life is hard...you might believe that what I am saying is bullshit...but in the end...your life is going to be heading in a quick downward spiral. You might have the glory and you might have fans cheering for you...you might have the recognition...because that is only temporary. Inferno, everything that is good has to come to an end...and just like that other boxing mutt...you will become bankrupt. Oh...what is his name again?...ah, now I know. His name is Mike Tyson. Tyson grew up on the streets. All knew he was the street-life. He was on the end of poverty...and his only anti-drug was the boxing ring. Tyson had his fame and his glory...and everyone believed he was the best heavyweight fighter since Ali and Frazier...until he was defeated by Buster Douglas. Ever since that night, Tyson's life has not been the same and the only attention he gets is when he gets arrested...or when he tries to find a loser from off of the street to get out of debt. But that won't happen. Mike Tyson will never get out of debt and he will never return to the man and the fighter that he once was. Instead, he will rot, live in debt and homeless shelters until the day he dies. Inferno, one day, your life will end up like Tyson. One day, your life will come to a crashing halt...and I will be right there to say I told you so...and I will not be there to show you the ounce of respect that I thought I had.

.:Marcus Menace smirks.:

Marcus Menace: And it is funny you rely on Sean Andretti for scouting tips...especially when you can not follow them up on your own. It is funny you grant an interview with your son...especially when no one who is your age wants one with you. Therefore, making what I said yesterday the truth. You can sit home, make cookies and homemade pizza with your son. You can sit there and believe whatever you want, because when push comes to shove, I will make what I have been saying this entire week...a reality.

.:Marcus points at the camera.:

Marcus Menace: The place...and the thing...where you quite have not figured out yet.

.:The cameras fade.: