Door Man: “The Club isn’t open yet, come back next week.”

{The door man goes to close the door, but Andrew quickly, however, softly and with a slight quiver, speaks up.}

Andrew Katz: “um…I understand….but we are….um….we are here to speak with…….Ummm……X…X…X-Rated.

{The door man opens the door a bit further, and looks Katz and the camera man up and down.}

Door Man: “Wait here!”

{The door man slams the door closed leaving Andrew and the camera man outside alone. Andrew turns his back to the door and talks to the camera man.}

Andrew Katz: “You know for a door man you would think he would be a lot friendlier. Maybe all that muscle has moved into this brain or something and squeezed out his manners.”

{Suddenly the door’s voice comes from behind Katz, causing him to jump almost out of his skin.}

Door Man: “Is that right?”

{Andrew slowly turns around to face the door man, even more scared the before.}

Andrew Katz: “oh my….I wasn’t…..err…ahh…You thought I was talking about you? Oh Heavens no……We were…..ummm…talking….about another door man at another club, yeah that’s it, someone completely different, right Jim?”

{The camera man doesn’t respond, causing Katz to swallow hard.}

Door Man: “Uh huh, well follow me and I will take you to the boss, and whatever you do don’t touch anything, and I mean anything! I swear to you if you touch anything other then the floor under your shoes I will break you in half and send you…..”

{Suddenly from inside the nightclub X-Rated’s voice echoes out.}

X-Rated: “Bruno, down boy, I think Mr. Katz gets your point. Bring them up to my office would you please?”

{Bruno hold the door open for Katz and the camera man, they walk into the night club, all the house lights are on as crews are finishing installing the stage lights, some faint hip-hop can be heard, as they sound system is being tested. Andrew Katz and the camera man make their way to a stair case behind a bar when Bruno stops.}

Bruno: “Right up there, the bosses office is down at the end of the cat walk, you can’t miss it. I’ll be waiting right down here!”

{Katz reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a fifty dollar bill, he slowly, which trembling hands, passes the bill to Bruno.}

Andrew Katz: “Thanks for your…hospitality.” {Bruno takes the money and stuffs it into his jacket pocket, and just glares at Katz. Katz and the camera man start making their way up the stairs and down the catwalk, to the door at the end with a plaque on it that read’s ‘Mr. Waters’. Katz knocks on the door when it slowly opens, X-Rated is sitting behind a large, what appears to be a mahogany wood desk. X-Rated gestures for them both to take a seat in the two leather arm chairs in front of his desk.}

X-Rated: “So Andrew, what brings you to the LAX?”

Andrew Katz: “I was given an assignment to discuss with you, your match up from last week.”

X-Rated: “And what about my match up last week?.”

Andrew Katz: “I thought the question would be pretty obvious, but I will ask it if you prefer, why did you leave Arsenic high and dry like you did in the Main Event, with the Tag Titles on the line like that?”

X-Rated: “Well, I thought that was obvious, but if you want me to explain it I will. I left Arsenic high and dry, as you so politely worded it, because I had no interest or intention of being one half of the tag team Champions with that bag of useless talent. Simply put, Arsenic isn’t the caliber of talent I am, and I don’t need a stain on my record such as Arsenic. Now, I know Arsenic looks in the mirror every night, hugging his World Championship so very tight, and tells himself that he is worthy, that he is a real World Champion. But frankly everyone knows that nothing is further from the truth. Listen, when I screwed Bane out of the World Championship, the thought of Arsenic as World Champion never crossed my mind. I didn’t care who Bane was facing, he could have been facing Jobber for all I cared, and the outcome would have been the same. All I cared about is I wasn’t going to see my record, a record I fought to hard to set, be beaten by a less then worthy champion. Bane is a joke, the fact that he has held on to the World championship as long as he did, is nothing more then a testament of the dire straits the ICWL Roster is in right now. Sure Vice President Mason, keeps bringing in new ‘talent’ each week, hoping he can find the next ‘True Talent’, but the fact is there is and always will be only one True Talent, and you are looking at him!”

Andrew Katz: “You mentioned Vice President Mason, he seems to be on the war path as of late, aren’t you worried that you could be the next superstar to be fired?”

X-Rated: “Now what kind of stupid question is that? You should be more afraid of being fired then I am. Katz, Mason needs me, I am the ICWL. Sure he can think what he likes, but he knows damn well that each week people tune in to see me. Allow me to break it down for you in terms you will understand. X=Ratings, Ratings=Success, Success=Money, Money=Happiness! Mason isn’t going to fire me, I’m the reason he is laughing all the way to the bank right now. Each day his pockets get a bit fatter, he has me to thank. I’m the best the ICWL has to offer, pure and simple, and Mason isn’t about to toss the best he has out like yesterday’s trash. To be honest with you, what Mason is doing should have been done a long time ago. For two long ICWL ‘greats’ have been able to stick around because of past accomplishments and doing nothing in the present to keep their roster spot, and showing no sign of changing in the future! Men like Anthrax, Angel of Death, Union Jack, and Bane, bank on their names keeping them employed, yet they aren’t willing to work for it. Union Jack is once again made yet another triumphant return to the ICWL, and who does he target? Bolt! Bolt, a man that got luckier on his first night in the ICWL then, a 40 year old virgin that was stranded on a deserted island full of horny women, Bolt has done nothing since that night, besides beat two other people that no one can remember to win the United States Championship. Then you have Angel of Death, who hasn’t gotten a win since the Mexican war! Angel of Death has been in many matches in the last few weeks in which he should have been more then able to win, I mean come on the Underweartaker? You have to be kidding me, it’s no wonder he go fired. How about Anthrax? The ICWL’s very own choke artist. Stan Louis nailed that one on the head, Anthrax has been given chance after chance after chance to prove he is more then talk, and each and every time he fails. So why shouldn’t he be fired, he obviously doesn’t have what it takes to be in the ICWL. And finally Bane, sure he is a former two time world Champion, but honestly, he lost to Original Gillesp, who’s humor is as dry then dirty and been around just about as long too. Then he wins the Championship again, but what does he do? He dodges every challenge that comes his way, he hides behind ‘friends’, and thinks that should enable him to be called the Longest Reigning World Champion? I don’t think so. So simply put, what Mason is doing is spring cleaning, and last I checked it’s almost fall so it’s a little overdue.”

{Suddenly there is a light knock at the door, X-Rated tells them to come in, and in walks a beautiful blonde, she walks over to his desk and hands him a piece of paper to look over.}

X-Rated: “Are you serious? That’s the best we could do? I mean this is opening night for crying out loud, we should be been able to do a hell of a lot better then that.”

Woman: “Sorry sir, but everyone else you requested was unable to make it due to prior commitments, that’s who they are sending over.”

X-Rated: “Britney Spears is the best they could do……You better double the liquor order then, because that girl can drink. Also make sure where ever she sits, there is plastic or something, god only knows what she is carrying.”

{With that the women leaves the office and closes the door behind her.}

X-Rated: “Sorry about that interruption, now where were we?”

Andrew Katz: “No problem, I wish all interruptions looked like that.”

X-Rated: “Oh you like that do you Katz, I always thought you preferred the strong, masculine type. How about I get you her number?”

Andrew Katz: “Really?”

X-Rated: “No, are you kidding, you wouldn’t know what to do with that, even if you did stand a chance, now get on with the interview.”

Andrew Katz: “Right, well, where was I….oh yeah, if you don’t think Arsenic is a worthy Champion then why did you help him win it?”

X-Rated: “Listen, Andrew I already answered that question, and frankly I’m tired of answering that same question over and over again, because guess what my answer isn’t going to change. Now if you are just going to keep talking in circles, then as far as I’m concerned this interview is over. I’m a busy man, I have a night club to get ready for a Grand Opening next Friday, so I don’t have time to talk in circles, so how about this, I will give you and you buddy beside you, VIP passes to the LAX Grand Opening, and you can think of some new questions between now and then, how does that sound?”

Andrew Katz: “Seriously?”

X-Rated: “Hell no, now get out before I have Bruno show you out, and take your greasing camera man with you, I’m going to be cleaning that chair for a month!”

-= With that Andrew Katz and the camera man quickly get out of their chairs and head out the door and across the catwalk, once the reach the top of the stairs, Bruno is standing at the bottom waiting for them. Bruno walks up the stairs towards them and reaches for the camera, which suddenly turns to static. After a few minutes of static the camera comes back on and the camera man and Andrew Katz are sitting in a dumpster, when Andrew motions for the camera man to cut the feed.=-