The scene opens up showing the darkened shores of the Pacific Ocean. The lights on the beach are those glowing on the ocean-side “boardwalk” near the streets. The sights and sounds of couples, holding hands and talking, can be heard as they get nearer and then pass by the stationary camera being use for the shot...

... Another camera shows its view of the ocean... from the beach. There is no noticeable signs of life on the coast as the cameraman begins walking towards his van. As he gets closer to the van, he begins to notice something sitting on the sand. Turning his camera back on, the light shines on two figures sitting in the sand, side by side, looking towards the black water. The cameraman walks closer, as the figure turns his head and stares at the man, walking towards him...

”I’m not sure what you’re doing here... I know it’s a public place - well, beach that is. But I would advise not to shine that light on us. I’m sure you’re out here trying to get a word from me on last weekend’s match against The Burning and Trey Hill... right? Well, before you answer, let me just go ahead and get into the swing of things. Its been three days since I made two more examples out of those worthless excuses of athletes. I warned them that something of that magnitude was going to happen. I clearly stated the fact that they would NOT leave Chicago in the same shape they had arrived. Everyone in TWC was aware before-hand of what I could do to someone. But last weekend there were two people who apparently took everything I had to say as a joke. Well, it was no joking matter for them after our match on Stateside. Everything would have been fine for both of them, had they just left after the match. But no... I guess they didn’t want to do things the easy way. And by making the decisions they did - they paid dearly for them. I would’ve thought throwing one of them to the ground, the way I did, would’ve maybe given the other a clue as to the trouble he was about to be in. Well, that was not to be, was it? And what did he get? A one-way ride through the announce table! Just standing over those two lifeless bodies, gave me the happiness I was looking for that evening. And to make it even better, Missy was there to see it all... again.”

The camera moves to show Missy sitting next to Rex. She’s holding her wrist and bending it back and forth...

”Speaking of Missy... you seem to be favoring your wrist. Is there any reason why?”

"Well, it's nothing really. Rex just got a little too rough after his successful match and beat down at Stateside. He must have gotten excited over his destruction when he grabbed my wrist and dragged me backstage. I... I just can't be... handled like that right now."

The camera shows Missy looking up at Rex, who looks back at her...

”I feel bad, Miss...”

"You shouldn't feel bad, Rex. You have always treated me like a Queen, and I'm sure you were just excited over what you did to The Burning and Trey Hill at Stateside. I know how you get when you prove yourself. Let's just try to be a little more gentle when it comes to leaving ringside, okay?"

”Well, Rex... I don’t mean to interrupt, but why exactly are you on the beach, in the middle of the night?”

”Why do I sit here on the beach? I sit here because it makes me think about what I need to do in the future. I’m sitting out here now, to think of some ways to destroy this “Fusi0n”... now, if I can remember correctly... wasn’t he known as someone else say, a year ago?”

"Yes, that son of a bitch used to be known as the Purple Footed Clown. For some reason, my late sister, Bianca, fell for him back in the Summer of 2002, and he broke her heart. Did he come to her funeral when she passed away of Ovarian Cancer? No. Did he do anything to show he cared for her? No. Even though Rex was booked into this match by management, he'll actually be doing me a favor when he takes out Fusi0n this Saturday. If I were able, I would kick his ass myself, but Rex will do a much better job. I can't inflict the kind of pain on someone that Rex can, even when I was an active wrestler. This isn't just a match anymore. Fusi0n has pissed me off by scorning my late sister, and so now I'm sending Rex in not just to defeat Fusi0n, but to destroy him in the process. I will not call Rex off for any reason, so if the beatdown gets out of hand... good."

”Well, it doesn’t really matter who he was. It doesn’t matter that he dated my former friend and ex-Brand-X member. All that matters is that he may think he’s got something figured out... but he doesn’t. I’m sure he saw, two weeks ago, what I did to his “pal” Sneaky Pete. And I swear, if he has taken any advice and truly thinks that he can beat me this weekend... he should just NOT show up to the Kemper Arena! Fusi0n, I know you’re watching this... good. Now, you’re in the main event with “The Extreme One” Rex Butler. The man who has not lost a match in over a year, in this company! I can sit her, right now and tell you that you will NOT beat me this weekend! And if you plan on trying - which I hope you do - you will end up just like Pete, The Burning and Trey Hill! Rex Butler has returned to TWC... and to the main event on Stateside! Do NOT expect that to change! Fusi0n... you’ve heard what Missy said. She’s not going to pull me off you when you’re crying and screaming for mercy. There will be NO mercy for you... or for anyone in TWC! Rex Butler does NOT believe in mercy. Everything that will be handed to you on Saturday night, Fusi0n... in one way or another, you earned it!”

Rex stands up and beings to walk towards the street. Standing still, Rex waits for Missy, who gingerly walks up to meet him. Holding her left wrist, Missy, with her right hand grabs Rex’s as they both begin to walk towards the street. The camera goes to black...