[We find ourselves in the backstage area of the arena. Two men are standing around and talking over Styrofoam cups of coffee. They are discussing Conflict:]

Man 1: Yeah, but Karagious was the better man .

Man 2: No way, Grudge totally deserved it.

Man 1: Whatever. What about The Master Plan though?

[For perhaps the first time ever, the words The Master Plan are greeted with a massive cheer from the fans.]

Man 2: Yeah, they definitely deserved the win. But now what? I mean, Tempest s a top competitor, right? Is he gonna go for the World Title?

Man 1: Hmmm And what about Hobo and Enigma? Enigma held Thunder Bull to a draw, so he could well go for it. And Hobo s the Hardcore Legend for 2004. Do you reckon he'll go for the Extreme Title again?

Man 2: I don't know. Maybe those two'll go for the Tag Titles!

Man 1: Remember them as Bad-

Voice: Ahem.

[The technicians turn around, to find The Hobo standing there! There is a big cheer from the fans, and Hobo speaks.]

Hobo: Couldn't help but overhear yer talking there. As a matter of fact, Ah m just on my way to the ring to announce just what Ah m gonna do next.

[He then walks on, leaving the technicians to pick up their conversation ]

JP: Well, Hobo looks to be coming out here!

Sully: I hope so.

[As if on cue, One Of A Can hits, and the fans go wild as Hobo walks out onto the ramp, heading down it and climbing into the ring. He is announced:]

Peter Santos: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, from Detroit, Michigan, The Hobo!

[His name is greeted with a standing ovation. He grins and is handed the microphone, saying something to Peter Santos and making him chuckle. Hobo raises the mike to his lips.]

Hobo: Hello, Chicago!

[This prompts a big cheer.]

Sully: That was cheap, Bo.

Hobo: Ah came out here for one thing only: to get straight back into the MWF. Y see, in the time between beatin up Cristiano Tivelli and beatin down Emo-Bell, one man has been in the back of my mind. One man has been getting on my nerves, niggling at my mind. We started something exactly one year and twelve days ago. Second of February, 2004. Do you remember, my friend? I do. He beat me, 1, 2, 3, middle of the ring.

[There is a bit of confusion among the fans.]

Hobo: And then, late last year, we had another little match. A match I won. I beat him for the Extreme Title, to complete mah hat-trick. Can ya guess who it is yet?

[A chant begins in the crowd, and it swells rapidly: Doomsday! Doomsday! Doomsday! . Hobo nods, smiling.]

Hobo: That's right! Doomsday! I challenge you to a match, next week on Dynamite! Nothin on the line, just pride. If you beat me, you're the better man. If I beat you, Ah m the better man. Waddya say, Dooms? You, me, next week, on Dynamite. Be there.

[He drops the microphone, and One Of A Can hits once more. As he gets out of the ring and leaves, JP and Sully discuss the events.]

JP: Wow! Hobo issuing a challenge to one of the top men in the MWF, Doomsday!

Sully: Are you saying Hobo isn't one of the top men?

JP: Of course not!

Sully: Well then.

Hobo: As far as I can remember, these two are level at one win apiece, Doomsday beating Hobo on his debut, Hobo using that cushion to beat Doomsday back in November. This looks like it's gonna end the speculation, once and for all!

Sully: That's if Doomsday accepts.

JP: If?! Doomsday is a true man, he never backs down from a fight. He'll accept; I'll bet my hat on that.

Sully: Your hat? You must be sure!

JP: Yes, well, I am sure. Anyway folks, next up we've got the main event as ViperJ and The Grudge are back in action.

Sully: After the events of last night I'm surprised either of these men can still stand!

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