-- The scene fades in from black. Filling the screen are two black circles with a large eye blinking in the middle of each. The sounds of sea gulls and waves rolling across the sea can be heard along with a voice saying some rather interesting things. --

Voice: Ohhh yea. Here we go. You're a bad girl, aren't you? Oh yes you are. Let that string disappear.

-- The camera now pulls back and we see that the two circles are the lenses of a set of binoculars. As it pulls even further back and to the right we see that the man holding the binoculars is none other than that god to sign holders everywhere, "Dynamite" Dave Drexxel. He is standing on a boardwalk overlooking Venice Beach and behind him are various carnival games and kiddie rides. Standing to Dave's left and looking in the same direction is a boy of no more than nine years old. His hands and mouth are sticky with cotten candy and his skin is tanned dark from hours in the California sun. Dave seems oblivious to the boy as he continues to look through his binoculars and provide his own personal color commentary on the action that he sees. --

Dave: Look at yourself, laying face down on that towel with no top on. You're such a tease. You know you want a stick of dynamite.

-- The little boy looks up at Dave somewhat confused. Apparantly he didn't get Dave's innuendo. He shrugs and looks back out over the beach. His eyes light up as he spots something. He reaches up and tugs on the bottom of Dave's "Hustler" t-shirt. --

Boy: Hey mister! Look at that one! You can almost see her boobies!

-- Surprised, Dave looks down at the boy. He points back towrads the carnival. --

Dave: Beat it, kid! This show's not for you and me... it's for me! Go join a gang or smoke crack or something, just leave me alone!

-- The boy gets a real pissed look on his face and spits on Dave's shoes. Dave is taken aback by this and nudges the boy away. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a couple slips of paper that look like tickets. He gives them to the boy and again pushes him away. --

Dave: Take these, they're tickets for the next BSPW event. If the front office hadn't told all of the wrestlers to give fifty of these damn things away before we show up Friday all you'd be gettin' right now is a boot in the ass, but I'm gonna cut you some slack for having a good eye. Now get lost!

-- The boy turns away and walks towards the carnival, failing to thank Dave for his generosity. Dave turns back towards the sand and looks through his binoculars in the direction that the boy pointed at earlier. As he does, the boy nears the fair grounds he drops the tickets in a trash can, passing by a disappointed looking Scott Tokage. Scott is looking down at the ground and kicking dirt and rocks in frustration. He nears his tag team partner Dave who is again making lewd comments. --

Dave: Wow, that kid does have a good eye. Damn!

Scott: What? Did you say something to me?

Dave: Oh, uh... nothing. Just checking out the scenery. Did you give away any tickets?

Scott: Yeah, I made a deal with the guy at the ring toss booth. I gave him all fifty for five rings. I think he's gonna give them away as prizes or something. I swear to god, though... that game is fuckin' rigged. All five of those damn rings bounced straight up in the air and fell on the ground.

Dave: Speaking of bullshit, did you get a chance to look at the card for this Friday?

Scott: Yeah... Who the Hell is the booker in this damn fed anyway? Some impotent loser with less creativity than Ryan Phillippe and Korn combined?

Dave: I think you're right, it probably is Solley.

Scott: I mean, it just doesn't make any sense to me! When look at where we are on the card and then look at who comes after us... Come on! We should be main eventing this bitch!

Dave: Right! What incentive is there for the fans to stay after our match? I can see it now... "Stay right where you are, folks! Coming up after Big Time you'll have the pleasure of seeing BSPW's fattest ass, Jonathan Monarch, eat his opposition!"

Scott: And later, the main event, a Bermuda Triangle Match. If there was any justice in the world that debacle really would disappear along with it's competitors. 'Cause any match with Jack Reed makes me want to take a 'Walking Triple Jump' off a ten story building.

Dave: Heh heh, yeah, and any card you see with Lunatikk Crippler on it means the whole show is gonna be fucked up.

-- Scott laughs a little and shakes his head. He sighs as he looks around the boardwalk. Coming out of the carnival area and heading towards the beach are two fairly skinny men, presumably in thier early twenties, wearing tank tops and really short shorts. They are holding hands and looking deep into each other's eyes as they cross the boardwalk and step onto the sand. Scott looks back at Dave. --

Scott: Hey, that reminds me. What do you think about our opponents Friday, the Serial Thrillaz and Solley?

Dave: I don't know. You can't think that's who Solley had in mind when he said he had the "perfect tag team waiting in the wings", can you?

Scott: Naw, it's not possible. Any two people dumb enough to misspell Thrillers and use it for a name has no chance against us, the thinking man's tag team.

Dave: **Looking strangly at Scott** I don't know about being a "thinking man's team", but I think the misspelling is supposed to give them street cred. You know, the school system out here sucks so bad that kids nowadays look up to people dumber than they are. I just want to know how those two managed to get Solley to tag with them.

Scott: Well, I have a theory on that. The way I see it, the Thrillaz must have some ungodly incriminating pictures of Solley in some sort of embarrassing or illegal situation. Maybe he was caught in bed with Monk or something. Whatever the case may be the Thrillaz took some pictures and are using them as leverage to get a push against the greatest tag team the world has ever seen... meaning us... Big Time! That's my theory anyway.

Dave: That's a nice theory, Scott, but you didn't include why Solley is taking the enormous risk of stepping into the ring with us. It's a suicide mission! He's got no experience fighting high caliber atheletes such as ourselves, his back-up is a joke and I bet he'll cry like a baby when we set him up for the Damn Good Drop.

Scott: Aww, he's probably just trying to make everybody think that he has a big enough sack to take us on. He's more than likely told those damn Thrillaz not to tag him in unless one or both of us are down. But that's not going to happen. We don't lay down for scum. Man, I wish he would step up against us. I'd love to bust him open just for the Hell of it.

Dave: Count on it Scott, we're gonna make Solley our biggest fan... even if it means beating him senseless.

Scott: It's been a while since we've been in a ring in front of people and I'm itching for soome moron bashing action. Friday's gonna be fun.

-- Scott and Dave both smile and appear smug as they turn to look back toward the beach. Dave brings his binoculars up to his eyes once again, sees something exciting, and waves his free hand towards Scott. --

Dave: Hey, Scott, let me borrow your sunglasses! I just saw that chick again. I'm gonna try and sneak back onto the beach.

Scott: What for? We already got kicked off it once today for stealing bikini tops! They said if they caught us on the sand again we'd go to jail.

Dave: No, Scott. You got kicked off once today. I didn't get caught. They didn't even know that I was with you!

Scott: Then what the Hell do you need my sunglasses for?

-- Dave thinks for a second then shakes his head. --

Dave: Just shut up and hold these.

-- Dave hands Scott a couple bikini tops that were in his back pocket and puts on a smile as he walks onto the beach and towards his target. Scott looks at the tops and smiles as well. --

Scott: Alright, more stuff for the wall.

-- The scene fades to black as Scott begins to walk up the boardwalk. But some questions still remain unanswered. What will become of our heroes? Will Dave get arrested? What is Scott really going to do with those bikini tops? Does bad spelling actually mean that you have street cred? Find out by tuning into Heatwave this Friday! Free ticket information available at the Venice Beach Ring Toss booth. --

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