[The camera cuts backstage after the commercial break and the crowd roar at the sight of The Hobo, he's walking down a corridor. On his back is his back slung over one shoulder, his jacket on and a scarf hanging around his neck. He gives a deep sigh and starts to whistle a mellow tune as he turns the corner. The camera suddenly swings back down the corridor and we hear the running of shoes against the floor and Enigma comes running down.]

Enigma: 'Bo! 'Bo! Come on man this isn't no time for hide and seek... where are you 'Bo?

[The Hobo returns from round the corner and Enigma screeches to a halt and looks pleased to see his friend.]

Enigma: Ah man, there you are. I was thinking you was ditching me or something...wait a minute why is that bag on your back?

Hobo: Because I'm leaving tonight.

Enigma: Leaving?

Hobo: Yeah, I'm leaving.

Enigma: For good?

[The Hobo suddenly looks rather forlorn and a tear starts to well up in his eyes, he quickly wipes one of his grubby fingers across his dirty face and attempts to raise a smile.]

Hobo: It's time for me to shuffle along. I mean, it's been hard for me to stay in one place for so long...and with the same people. I just feel like I can't do much more here, I mean the Maximum Wrestling Federation is the best thing that is ever happened to me 'Nigma.

Enigma: But you can't leave, you can't, I won't allow it!

Hobo: Don't try to stop me now...I'm not afraid to remove your pimply ass from my way.

Enigma: But, have you spoken to Tempest about this?

Hobo: Why should I? I'm not exactly part of "The Master Plan", that's just something we tried for a while to help one of us win the big belt.

[Enigma looks distraught at the words coming out of his friends mouth.]

Enigma: Just give it another shot 'Bo...stay another week and see what happens.

Hobo: Yeah...like Walker's just going to hand me a title shot out of thin air. Face it...I've got nothing going for me, well not that I had anything going for me.

[The Hobo turns his back on his tag team partner, stable mate and best friend and trudges off...at that moment the MWF CEO comes storming round the corner with a folder in his hand, shouting down a cell phone.]

Walker: I don't care, I want my prime position on the network for tonight...I don't care about the time difference, did you not see the main event for tonight? Tempest versus Father John Ramsey it's a blockbuster damnit!

[The MWF CEO flips the phone shut and walks right past The Hobo who just trudges on, even more distraught that the owner of the company has completely ignored him. Enigma's face suddenly goes read and he turns and roars at the MWF CEO.]

Enigma: MR. WALKER!

[The MWF CEO jumps and turns around, stunned at the anger in the voice of Enigma. The former MWF Tag Team Champion walks up to the MWF CEO and pokes him in the chest, Walker looks rather worried.]

Enigma: How dare you walk straight past The Hobo like he doesn't even exist....you're so business-minded these days you hadn't noticed that half your roster is disappearing under your nose.

Walker: What are you on about?

Enigma: The Hobo's going to quit!

[A slight look of concern crosses the MWF CEO's face, but only briefly, he smiles and talks calmly.]

Walker: And why would that be Hobo?

Hobo: Because I've done everything I can, I am the greatest MWF Xtreme Champion ever...I've won the MWF Tag Team Championships....and I don't think I'll ever be good enough for anything else.

Enigma: But he's good enough, isn't he Mr. Walker.

Walker: I've always thought the little guy had potential, I mean it was obvious Tempest was the star performer in "The Master Plan", but he needed you two. I've always valued the three of you, your performance at Conflict was superb and if you perform like that again you could win anything. Now, Hobo, I won't stop you if you want to leave...but we're only in Japan for one more week, do you think you could manage one more show?

Hobo: I guess...but I don't want to be facing another no-hoping MSW rookie piece of...crap...like Seraph.

Walker: Of course not, hmmm...let me have a think. We've got a match that is perfect for you next week.

[The Hobo has perked up, the bag is slowly coming down off his shoulder and Enigma moves to stand next to his friend.]

Walker: The MWF Xtreme Championship is up for grabs, and it should be an excellent match. You said you are the greatest MWF Xtreme Champion ever, well why not make even more history by winning it a third time...I have a special match planned.

Hobo: Special?

Walker: It's an 8/10 PM match. As soon as the show comes on air, the MWF Xtreme Championship is active...a bit like a game of tag. It's anywhere falls and there are four legal men, yourself, The Grudge, ViperJ and Seraph. Obviously either ViperJ or The Grudge will start with the belt depending on later results and then the rest is up to you. You have until the final seconds of transmission to make a pin fall or submission on the current champion to win the belt.

Enigma: Wow...

Hobo: ...that sure does sound like a special little something Mr. Walker.

Walker: So what do you say Mr. Hobo?

Hobo: I think I'll be staying another week, and then I'll consider my options.

[Enigma has a massive smile on his face, he puts his arm around The Hobo and squeezes his little friend. The crowd can be heard cheering at The Hobo's decision, but Enigma's not smiling anymore...Walker starts sniffing.]

Walker: What is that smell?

Enigma: 'Bo?

[The Hobo starts laughing, and waves his hand in front of his nose.]

Hobo: I guess all this talk of title shots, just made me a bit of excited!

[The MWF CEO shakes his head and walks off with his nose buried deep in the inside of his blazer, as Enigma laughs, and grabs The Hobo's bag and the two men make their way back down the corridor towards the locker room. We cut back to JP and Sully at ringside.]

JP: Ah, what a happy ending that was.

Sully: Should be a fantastic match!

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