Voice: Camera turn on!

*The fly’s head rotates slightly, and the eyes shine green with their own light.*

Voice: Success! I am the greatest mind in all the world!! BWAHAHAHA!!!

*The monitors relay the interior of the Turn the Paige foundation foyer, broken into little hexagonal views as would a fly. Each view has stunning clarity, and all with a slightly differing vantage point. One can see the Grace sauntering away from the foyer right now. The man at the control panel has his head thrown back, laughing maniacally. His bald head reflects the views on the screen, is metallic, quasi-futuristic attire glinting in the streaming light.*

Voice: I, Professor Krylon, have infiltrated the secret lair of Odin Paige's secret lab.. err.. foundation!! Who da man?!

*The other villains sigh and roll their eyes. A man with stripes along the side of his bushy face steps forward.*

The Badger: Calm it down, will ya?! It’s not a secret, you got it off a ‘Stars of Cocoa Beach’ map. He was the only one on it. And besides, you bought that robotic fly from Radio Shack…

Krylon: (screeching, like mad scientists do) LIES!! I shall not stand for such insolence! You shall bow before my superior technology!!

Badger: (yelling) But the box is still in the garbage! Look! You paid $29.95!

Krylon: ENOUGH!!

*The dark and disembodied voice of the evil Master Computer floats above them, quelling their argument.*

Master Computer: Your discussion is pointless. Continue with procedure. We await contact with objective.

Krylon: Boy, download yourself into a computer after a fight with Odin Paige, and you get all testy…

*Professor Krylon growls, but looks behind him. The seething group of nasty looking villains congregated within the Legion of Doom (Local no.381 – UUA affiliate – Cocoa Beach Chapter) are dry clicking their various implements of extreme pain and torture. With sigh indicating his ego unsatisfied, he flicks at a few switches on the panel. The fly’s wings begin flapping rapidly, the small device taking flight in the foyer of Odin Paige. With an almost inaudible buzz, it begins bounding along the air currents, looking for the man of the house. The mechanical menace, Big Duce, points a half-man, half-robotic arm at the screen.

Big Duce: Go for the gym! He’s always training in the gym… when he’s not laying into his opponents, of course.

Krylon: I got it, I got it!

*The fly dances down a hallway, awkwardly making its way along the corridor. Suddenly, trusted manager debuted on DRWF promotional televiosn, Nicole Cox rushes fly, somersaulting the fly in the air. Professor Krylon works feverishly to right the faux insect, and finally manages to right it on the wall. The cameras follow Nicole as she continues on her way, heading towards the door that leads downstairs.*

Badger: Follow her! She’s probably going to yell at him right now!

Krylon: I’m on it! Do I look your secretary? Im not janet!

*Nicole takes a long final drag on her cigarette, tossing the butt behind her as she opens the door. The fly darts forward, sliding in past her as she descends the rickety stairs, into the old-fashioned gym laid out below. We rejoin the Row's hero, Odin Paige, as he pummels a huge heavy bag, the force of his blows sending the Masochist, who is desperately trying to hold the bag steady, sprawling. Nicole carefully makes her way down and looks in on her charge. For a change, she actually smiles as she sees him and begins talking.*

Sue: ……..

Master Computer: Error. Error. Audible sounds not accessible.

Krylon: (sheepishly) Whoops! Forgot to turn on the microphone!

Duce: And you call yourself a professor?

Krylon: (indignant) I have a fully accredited degree from Pacific Northwest California Television College of Hollywood! Microphone turn on!

*A small click on the fly as a super-small yet highly sensitive mic extends from its tiny head.*

Nicole: (continuing) … and at any rate, it’s good to see that you finally have some ambition.

Odin: (still slugging the bag) Ambition?! By the gods, woman, my very existence on this Earth to bring about the rebirth of leadership ideals! I daresay that those goals have remained unchanged since my first day!

Nicole: Yeah, but this is different! This is our chance to hit the big payback! The mother load! The entire enchilada!

Odin: Indeed! The upcoming match pitting us against them two periodic idiots that contradict everything.. Jakson and Salensky shall surely test the very mettle that the gods created within….

Nicole: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are we talking about the same thing?

Exile: Aren’t we always?

Nicole: Well, far be it for me to make you overlook your upcoming match…

Odin: OVERLOOK A MATCH?!?! Away with you, heretic, as each match is a sacrifice of myself and my opponents, though mostly my opponents.

Nicole: AS I WAS SAYING, I know it goes against my principles in telling you this, but the big match is Saturday.

Odin: Saturday?”

Nicole: Yeah, you know… it comes after Friday. That’s the day you have a tag team match with your buddy Exile.

*Pause. A dawning of insight on Odin…*

Odin: Me n Ex?

Nicole: Yes.

Odin: Versus the false prophets, Salensky and Jakson, a vexing affront to all idiots, rapist, killers, and demented minded retards?

Nicole: If that’s your bag, sure. Whatever.

*A slow smile begins to form across the visage of Odin Paige. His fist begins grinding into his palm…*

Super Computer: ALERT! ALERT!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!

*A red light circles around the main hall in the Legion of Doom. Panicked super-villains are screaming, running this way and that, crawling over each other to get at the exits.*

EVERYONE AT LOD: OMIGOD!! He has a huge tag match!! Run for your lives!!

Krylon: Hello, American Airlines? Yeah, I’d like a one-way to Abhudabi or farther, ASAP please.

*A tearful scene at in one of the many boarding rooms…*

Mrs. Jakson: “But what about our baby?”

Daddy Jakson: (stuffing spandex into a suitcase) Dammit woman, leave him! WE gotta get outta here!!

*The Master Computer screen is running all sorts of operations…* 

Super Computer: Delete file… delete file… delete file… delete file…

Krylon: HOLD IT!!!

*All activity stops, the villains freezing at the sound of their union leaders voice, Big Tobacco. He stands on top of a table, his pinstriped suit barely containing his fat ass, as he chomps at his cigar.*

Big Tobacco: Yeah, you should be ashamed of yourselves! Look at you! Fleeing from a single man! It’s not like he’s Superman!

From the back: But at least Superman has a weakness!

Tobacco: (spitting) Bah! His love for questionable dames is besides the point! This Steele character ain’t even super! He’s a wrestler, for criminies sake! We can take him! An his little dog Masochist too!

*A low murmur of shame ripples through the crowd.*

Tobacco: Yeah, that’s right. This guy is NOTHING! Sure, he’s gotten the better of us… INDIVIDUALLY! But together, we are strong! We are evil! Why, Chaos, just last week you committed atrocities abroad that would have made Hitler weep! Chronos, you almost single-handedly robbed every bank in Cocoa Beach!

Chronos: (grumbling) I would have succeeded if it wasn’t for Paige's buddies…

Tobacco: Okay, bad example. But still! That was by YOURSELF!! Besides, he may just train for his match like everyone else would…

Odin: (hurriedly) Quickly, we must hurry to prepare for our biggest challenge in the row ever! To bosom of villainy itself, the Legion of Doom, where the greatest of all villains await for our training!

*The grinning face of Odin Paige  on the monitor causes the quieted crowd to break down in fear.*

Tobacco: (screaming) Every villain for himself!!

*The cigarette kingpin leaps off the table, joining the mad, wailing rush for the exits…We re-rejoin our Odin, as he and the Masochist step to the front door of the Legion of Doom’s impressive, domed architecture. A large, hand-painted sign reads ‘Abandoned’ across the nailed-shut doors. Odin pouts and kicks a rock as the Masochits dog presses his face against the glass, trying to see inside.*

Masochist: (confused) Damn. Just yesterday I passed by and this place was hopping, I tell you.

Odin: (dejected) Blah... you just talk?

Masochist: um, no.

Odin: Oh okay.. anyway, Jakson and Salensky, Salensky and Jakson.. what is there to say that has yet to have been said to you two? Lets work with opposites.. you suck, I rock. You wont win, Ill be undefeated from here on out.. Im the brink and happening of a new generation, your stuck old school. You sin physical, mental, and verbally, I speak the truth and make justice... and blah blah blah.. The TRUTH to our situation is, your just another face in the beckoning crowd starved for attention in death row. Both of you. Jakson goes pyscho to get his while on the right hand, Salensky gets arrested. My hands, who know no sin will have their first dosage this Saturday when I spill the blood of you Kris Jakson, and further more, you Matt Salensky. And with every first dose, there is withdrawal. But after a second helping you begin to starve for it. So therefor, Ill keep pressuring blood out of your veins onto the mat until you are surgically incapable of this sport forever once more. Jakson you want to fight with me now instead of letting Salensky carry you? Thats alls well, I will give you the pain and torture you desire. Salensky, going to jail aint so bad, its better than the E.R. Im going to put you in. So consider my dedication a gift.. as for now I must get my training and rest in for our 'Big Match". Farewell until then, PALS!

*The scene fades with villians peeking out the boarded windows as Odin breaks the rest of a glass out with a rock.*