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We’re backstage in the Blanks dressing room where we see Wayne talk to someone off camera, most likely Bruce as Wayne is holding up a beer and Bruce’s cowboy hat “Come on Bro have a beer before the match, you always have one” Wayne pleads “. . .” “Hey man I found your hat, yeah you probably thought you lost it didn’t you?” Wayne says with a smile and then goes to put it on Bruce’s head. But before he can places it a large hand shoots out from off camera grabbing Wayne by the wrist “. . .” “Alright, aright no hat, fair enough, that’s cool” Wayne says even though his eyes quite clearly say that it’s NOT alright. There is a knock on the door and then Bloodshed enters without waiting for a reply. “Is he going to be alright for the night?” he asks in a ton that doesn’t reveal much sympathy. “He’ll be alright” Wayne mumbles half heartedly “he’ll be alright, he was alright last week wasn’t he” he repeats almost as if to reassure himself. “Hopefully he’ll be more help than last week, I mean a kick to the head and that’s it? I was expecting more from this guy” Bloodshed says with a hint of disappointment. “It wasn’t his best show alright? He’s been gone a while. . . they did lord knows what to him and all, he’ll be alright I promise” Wayne says with very little conviction “See that he is, the King of Pain I can use as a tag-team partner, this. . . “ Bloodshed gestures to Bruce in his current state “This I got no use for at all.” Wayne turns and looks at, he can see Bloodshed’s concerns but damn it he held the Ultraviolent title for 213 days, he’ll bounce back and be the same old Bruce Blank that gladly stepped inside an exploding cage at “Clusterfuck”, the man that suffered through Pandemonium and won – he’d get through this Wayne turns around to tell Bloodshed all this but he’s gone “Hello? Bloodshed?. . . hellooooooooooooo??” Wayne just shrugs his shoulders and then turns back towards Bruce. He flips through a wrestling magazine and then finds a picture of Akira Kaibatus and Zyon together in the ring and then shows it to Bruce. “See? See this Bruce? Yeah that’s you guys opponents tonight – that’s right Akira, you remember him right? And Zyon? ” Wayne says with a smile as he gives Bruce the magazine “And what’s more is that if you win this they won’t be able to deny you a shot at the SWF tag-team titles. . . no matter who holds them after tonight” At first it’s totally quiet in the locker room, then suddenly we hear a low, rumbling ominous laughter from Bruce.

Flesher vs. Grendel to be edited in.

SWF Lockdown Card @ Tiennamen Square - Beijing, China Date: 31st May 2006. Viewing Times: 6:00pm PST, 10:00pm EST; check local listings. The SWF rolls into China like the tanks nearly rolled over the man, and comes to you LIVE from Tiananmen Square! Main Event - Tag Title Defence JJ Johnson © & Spike Jenkins © vs The New Doomtopians Description: JJ and Spike are the tag team champions who probably, really, don't like each other. Jimmy the Doom and his Doomtopian enforcer are two beers shy of a six pack when it comes to IQ, but somehow they've gotten themselves a tag title match. Will Johnkins retain or will Doomtopia take the tag titles away and replace them with belts of the sacred Doomtopian yak? Rules: Standard tag match - remember the tag ropes. --- Hardcore Match Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix © vs Manson Description: So, last show Landon, the self-proclaimed best in the wrestling business, failed to beat Zyon in a non-title match. This has made the Cockroach VERY ANGRY. And when Landon Maddix gets VERY ANGRY, people die! Here's to hoping the Cockroach blows off some steam in his battle against the power of Mansonosity, and doesn't kill someone. Rules: There are no rules, cowards! --- International Title Defence Wildchild vs Aecas © Description: JJ Johnson held the International title. Wildchild wanted to take the title from JJ. Aecas beat JJ before Wildchild could. Thus, while having a grudge with JJ to be consummated at a later date, the Carribean Cruiser's eyes are on the gold. But can he pry it from the hands of the Briton who long ago took his tag title? Rules: Straight singles match. --- Random Singles Match I Michael Stephens vs David Cross Description: Michael Stephens, the man many people knew as Toxxic, accepted the terms of engagement from Landon Maddix to face him at 13th Hour in yet ANOTHER Last Man Standing match. In the meantime, Mr Stephens is pitted against Mr Cross, so he can test his game and make sure he's up to scratch against the Cockroach come the time of the thirteenth toll. Rules: Singles match (of gaiety!) --- House Rules: The May 31st Movement Tag Match! Bruce Blank & Bloodshed vs Zyon © & Akira "The Divine Wind" Kaibatsu Description: Once upon a time, there were tanks going through Tiennamen Square. Once upon a time, a man stood up against those tanks. Apparently someone pulled him out of the way, but this is only loose filler motivation for our tag-team match under house rules! Bruce Blank and his new partner Bloodshed go up against the lightning-fast Zyon and Akira, in one of the more interesting stipulations to involve actual wrestling! Rules: For this match, the ring will be sitting atop a tank that will be travelling in circles around Tiennamen Square. This tank will be flanked by two other tanks, each of which is a "corner" for one team. While two men wrestle in the ring, their partners stand on the tanks moving alongside the ring. Tags work the same way as always - lean out to tag your partner, and he jumps to the middle tank to the ring, while the man leaving now leaps to the "corner" tank. Standard tag rules otherwise, pinfall/submission win. God help you if you get thrown over the top rope. --- Opener Random Singles Match II Tom Flesher vs Grendel Description: Flesher wants cruisers! Grendel is cruiser (ish)! They do BIG BATTEL! Rules: Good old cruiserweight rules! You know them by now. ---

Sadly, it all turned into ???'s.

Sorry, Rando, allow me to clarify: I don't have anything from any of the other markers yet.

Well, I've got nothing from anyone yet, so consider "later" to at least mean up to right now.

I had the Media Player Classic, but not the Matroska pack - that just fixed it. Thanks!

Trouble: I've got Boogiepop downloaded, but they're .mkv format. I've downloaded two different players that say they support .mkv's, but I hear no audio on either one. It gives me this message: Some of the streams in this movie are in an unsupported format. Anyone got any fixes for me?

Jay Jay Jay and The Super Ultra Mega Happy Awesome Fun-time Band.

Already seen it. Loved it, aside from two episodes in the middle that sort of killed the flow (8 and 9, I think). It's great as long as you skip those.

You people seem to know a hell of a lot more than me, so I ask you for suggestions. I need a new series to get hooked on. I like a little bit of everything, but my favorites tend to be Sci-Fi of the very-fucked-up variety: Texhnolyze, Serial Experiments: Lain, etc. Can you guys recommend me some series along those lines?

Bah. Guess the problem's on my end, then. Anyone know why I can't see them?

Durn image is down again. Hang on... EDIT: Damn thing just will not show up for me. Click here to see it.

In an interesting bit of... interest... I had Chinese food tonight.

Where's my balloon?

Maybe I need to rewatch my tape, but Eko went back to Locke after being helped up by Charlie and shoving him away. Yup. Charlie was helping Eko towards the exit when Eko shoves him forward then goes back to confront John. Beautiful moment, by the by... "I was wrong."

The Smartmarks Wrestling Federation presents... SWF STORM! Live, Friday, May 26, from Angkor Wat in Angkor, Cambodia! (6pm PST, 10pm EST; check local listings) The "spiritual enlightenment" leg of the SWF World Tour continues as SWF Storm comes to you LIVE from Angkor Wat in Cambodia! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Non-Title But Still Totally Awesome Main Event Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix © vs. Zyon © -> The newly crowned Cruiserweight Champion vs. The (somewhat) newly crowned World Heavyweight Champion! Two of the SWF's top stars duke it out - gold may not be on the line (yet), but pride and a buttload of ranking points are! Rules: Standard singles match. Word Limit: 6000 Send To: janusd -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- JJ Johnson © vs. Sean Davis -> Oh boy. Oooooh boy. Aecas snakes the win out from under JJ Johnson, and I imagine Sir Johnsonosity is NOT pleased with this. Nor is he pleased with the fact that Aecas don't work on no Storms, delaying his mandatory rematch! Sean Davis steps in, hoping to take advantage of JJ's hotheaded state to pick up a huge win, and establish himself in the International Championship scene! Rules: Standard singles match. Word Limit: 5000 Send To: realitycheck -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Grendel vs. "The Dean of Professional Wrestling" Jay Hawke -> Two big names collide - Grendel, the rookie who got off to a hot hot start, and Jay Hawke, the veteran looking to put him in his place on his way back up the ladder! Take your pick - barn burner, slobberknocker, show stopper, Match of the Night - any and/or all could be applicable! Rules: Standard singles match. Word Limit: 5000 Send To: Evolution -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- SWF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH House Rules - The Search For En-Fight-Enment! Amy Stephens © vs. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins © vs. Manson -> Let me just shorten the description by saying this - Spike Jenkins is fucked. Amy's got beef with him, Manson's got beef with him, and tonight they'll be going after him inside the Therevada Buddhist temple. No holds barred and the Hardcore Title is on the line - just as Buddha would have wanted. Rules: Theravada Rules. The inside of the temple will be adorned with dozens, nay, HUNDREDS, of Buddha statues, of varying sizes, shapes, and materials. The first man to break a Buddha idol over each of his opponents heads is the winner! Word Limit: 5000 Send To: chirs3 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Bruce Blank and Bloodshed vs. David Cross and Stryke -> This can't be right. A tag team match? Absurd! Are we actually attempting to stimulate the division? Perish the thought! Bruce Blank is back, but considering his condition in recent weeks, we thought it might be better to start him off with some help, and there's no better help for the king of Ultraviolence than a man like Bloodshed! They take on two crowd favorites in what should turn out to be a BIG TAG TEAM BATTEL~@ Rules: Standard tag team match. Word Limit: 5000 Send To: chirs3 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- OPENING BOUT - Cruiserweight Rules Tom Flesher vs. Insane Luchador -> Coming off a hard loss to Wildchild, and a... something... at the five-man tag, Tom's comeback isn't everything he'd hoped it to be just yet. Tonight, he battles once again under Cruiserweight rules, this time against the perpetually down but never really out Insane Luchador! Rules: Standard, with Cruiserweight Addenda. Word Limit: 4500 Send To: Justice -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- OPENING PROMO: JJ Johnson -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- (Send all promos/marked matches to janusd)

Oh I've got plans for you, Sly. Big plans.

You have no idea how right you are.

A special thank you to Tom Flesher, for coming up with the name "The Search For En-Fight-Enment".

Spike Jenkins show-closing bonanza to be edited in.

SPIKE JENKINS PROMO TO BE EDITED IN. YEAH, YOU KNOW THE DRILL.

“…and it’s time for the main event, a tasty Indochinese riot, if you will!” The Suicide King bellows, almost too enthusiastically for a man of his dry disdain for Thai culture. “Care to explain that disdain, King?” Mak Francis inquires. “I was in ‘Nam,” King begins, “summer of ’69. I missed Woodstock so my plane flying over Laos could crash into Bangkok. And believe me, you don’t want to crash there. Nine men survived the crash, but I was the only one to escape. They had ancient weapons and incredible distance vision. I can’t even tell you of the horrors witnessed there.” … “Ladies and gentlemen!” Funyon bellows from inside the ring, eliciting a roar from the Thai crowd, “the following contest is a three-on-two handicap match, and it is scheduled for one fall!” with that, an intense white light showers the arena, a light that would tickle Lou Reed down to his toes. “COME AND ‘AVE A GO IF YOU THINK YER ‘ARD ENOUGH! COME AND ‘AVE A GO IF YOU THINK YER ‘ARD ENOUGH!’ “Rookie” by Boy Sets Fire crashes through the speakers, and as the Smarktron starts to fade to black jagged white letters flash up one after another to form a familiar phrase: “PREPARE TO BE PROVED WRONG…” As the spiky guitar riff starts Stephens’ face appears smiling his distinctive lopsided grin before the Smarktron cuts into clips from his matches - the Super Intoxxication on Flesher to win his first World Title, the Glass Jawbreaker on Aecas, the All-Show Brawl with the Insane Luchador - along with clips of him grinning or smirking on the mic. Finally it cuts to footage of him taking Mike Van Siclen off a balcony and through a table with the Toxxic Shock Syndrome, the devastating landing timed to coincide with the- *BOOOM!* -explosion of red pyro all along the soundstage! From within the fiery pyrotechnic depths emerges three figures to a tremendous ovation. “Introducing first, the team of ‘The Perfect Storm’ Sean Davis, Amy Stephens, and MICHAELLLLLLLLL STEEEEEEPHENSSSSSSSS!” Rather nondescriptly due to time constraints beyond the control of this writer, the three walk down the ramp and into the ring, doing various things to garner cheers. “And their opponents…” The very familiar guitar riff of Muddy Waters’ “Mannish Boy” rocks the arena, and the crowd…doesn’t react, probably because no wrestler has yet used it. But then they see who emerges from the curtain. Grappler has a new entrance, yadda yadda. Enjoy. “Introducing the team of ‘The Superior One’ Tom Flesher [who, by the way, gave me an extended index card introduction, but quite frankly, the wonderful Thai people wouldn’t understand an ounce of it, so why shoot my wad now?] and Charlie ‘Grappler’ Matthews!” The two men also nondescriptly walk to the ring, but in such a manner that is sexier than their opponents. Even Amy. So, the bell is called and the match begins! *DING DING DING* Matthews assures Flesher that he’s raring to go in his first match back, and so steps into the ring first, followed by the hoss of the advantaged team, Sean Davis. The two men march to the center of the ring, stare each other in the eyes, and hold their hands out, initiating a test of strength! “I think the very building is shaking from the pure testosterone admitted by these two men right now!” Francis cries. “…gross,” King replies, finally breaking out of his postwar trauma. The two men shake, each trying to gain an advantage over the other, and it appears as though Davis is overpowering the Grappler, to a big ovation. Still, just as Davis begins to make a move, Matthews quite easily knees him in the gut and, ducking under Davis’ right arm, uses the handlock to flip his opponent over his shoulder and down to the mat with a modified northern lights suplex. Charlie Matthews, quite proud of his work, contemplates putting Davis in a resthold. Before he can come to a conclusion, though, Flesher politely asks Matthews to tag him in. And how can anyone say no to that face? So The Superior One enters the ring and points to Amy Stephens. Sean Davis, meanwhile, quickly rises to his feet after the suplex and, sensing Flesher’s carnivorous desire, oddly agrees, mumbling something about crackas and fish. “Hey, Mak,” King begins innocently, “have you ever thought about Tom and Amy getting it on? I mean, the director in me can’t help but imagine how their sexual tension would project onto the big screen, or a computer monitor.” “Damn it, King,” Mak sighs. The two superstars approach each other, Tom with a wry smirk on his face. Tension mounts! Pad Thai is devoured! But…! Abruptly attention shifts away from the ring as there is a commotion in the first couple of rows of the audience. The Thai audience looks around in confusion as a blonde white man comes charging through with a steel chair in his hand, vaults the guard rail and rushes the ring! “What the hell?” Mak barks. Tom Flesher can see the intruder, and something on his face must have communicated it to Amy Stephens. She turns around just as the new arrival gets to his feet after rolling under the bottom rope… *CRACK!* …and he nearly takes her head off with a chairshot. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “That’s… that’s Mike Van Siclen!” Suicide King shouts in amazement, “what’s he doing in the SWF? What’s he doing in Thailand, come to that!?” As the camera gets a shot of the intruder standing still for a second, it becomes clear that the Suicide King is correct; it is indeed ’The Spectacle’ Mike Van Siclen. Record-breaking Tag Team Champion. Former leader of the Urban Empire. Retired, some eighteen months ago, by the brother of the girl he’s just hit in the head with a chair. To whit, the man currently leaping over the top rope into the ring, an ugly expression on his face. Not that Van Siclen’s all that bothered. *CRACK!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Sweet Zombie Christ,” Mak yelps, “Van Siclen has just laid out Amy and Michael Stephens with that chair! What the hell does he think he’s doing!?” “From the looks of it? Payback,” King states flatly. Meanwhile Tom Flesher and Charlie Matthews are exchanging puzzled glances, while the referee has seen enough and calls for the bell! *DING-DING-DING!* Van Siclen lunges forward, swinging the chair at the head of Sean Davis. The Perfect Storm, still standing on the apron, wasn’t as quick to react as his former leader, but he shows his reflexes now by raising his hands and catching the chair on the downswing, then wrenching it out of Van Siclen’s grip! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” MVS pauses only a second to gape at the loss of his weapon before realising that he’s facing a very, VERY angry Sean Davis. Accordingly the Spectacle suddenly decides that maybe discretion is after all the better part of valour and turns to run - Davis drops off the apron and charges around the ring but Van Siclen scrambles out the other side and heads off up the rampway with the Perfect Storm in hot pursuit! “King, what on earth is going on here?” Mak Francis asks, his composure completely shaken for one, “we’ve just seen Mike Van Siclen come back and attack both the Stephens, presumably in revenge for his retirement at the hands of Michael Stephens in late 2004, then go for Sean Davis as well who was part of Stephens’ Revolution Zero, the enemies of Urban Empire that Mike led… but why? Why now? Why here?” However, before the Gambling Man can answer Funyon’s voice booms out above the din of the crowd: “Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that this match has been declared a NO-CONTEST!” There are scattered boos from the Thai fans, but most just seem bewildered by what has just occurred. Meanwhile Flesher and Matthews seem to be in the same situation, each one looking up the ramp where Mike Van Siclen disappeared with a ‘what the fuck?’ expression on their faces. However Tom Flesher’s natural chivalry seems to take over and he bends down to check on Amy Stephens. The Punk-Rock Princess’s notoriously thick skull seems to have prevented her from being knocked out by Van Siclen’s unexpected assault and Flesher starts to help the groggy lager lass up, not even copping a feel in the process. He motions to Charlie Matthews to come and give him a hand and the big man steps over the ropes before coming to his tag partner’s side… …at which point Flesher casually shoves Amy into Grappler, and makes a upwards pulling motion with his arms. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “NO!” Mak roars, “no! Damn it Flesher, do not do this!” “Get in there and stop him,” King suggests, earning himself a withering glare from the wheelchair-bound Franchise. However, Francis’s furious protests fall on deaf ears, if indeed Tom heard them at all over the din of the crowd; the Superior One is carefully climbing the turnbuckles as Charlie Matthews places an unsteady Amy Stephens into a standing headscissors. The crowd are rising to their feet, jeering in disapproval, but they are powerless to do anything. With Sean Davis gone and the referee as useful as referees tend to be in this situation, the only person in any position to do anything would be Michael Stephens. And thanks to Mike Van Siclen’s attack, Michael Stephens is flat on his back on the other side of the ring. However, just as the crowd noise gets to a level that might have blown the roof off of a conventional arena, the Englishman seems to start to recover. Slowly, wearily, he sits up. One hand to his head, he looks across the ring and sees, with visible horror, his sister stuck in Charlie Matthew’s clutches. But try as he might, he can’t get up quickly enough to prevent Matthews from hoisting Amy upright just as Tom Flesher jumps off the top rope to deliver a spike piledriver. *BANG!* “FLESH-ER SUCKS!” “FLESH-ER SUCKS!” Why the crowd are picking on Tom Flesher particularly, it’s hard to say. Maybe because he checked on Amy first, and seemed to be the one instigating the subsequent unsportsmanlike attack. Maybe because he was the one jumping off the top rope to make the piledriver even more devastating. Maybe even because he’s such a completely obnoxious human being. “Good God Tom, was there any need for that?” Mak Francis spits, “was there any need for that?” Tom Flesher doesn’t have a reply to his friend. Instead he ostentatiously dusts off his hands before slapping Matthews on the back, and the pair of them exit the ring. Neither one of them looks back, but if they had they would have seen Michael Stephens haul himself over the mat to check on his sister. And, as the EMTs come down to examine the condition of the Hardcore Gamer’s Champion, Flesher and Matthews would have seen Michael Stephens look up from Amy to glare after them, two steel-grey eyes boring into their backs as they make their unconcerned ways up the ramp and away from the ring. It seems very likely that Tom Flesher hasn’t heard the last of this. FADE OUT © Smartmarks Wrestling Federation, 2006 ‘Raising workrate through no-contests’

“We’ve seen how Bruce has been arrested and placed in a Russian Mental assylum, we’ve seen how Wayne has gotten in touch with his old buddies known as “Rev” and Clem and they’ve been planning to bust Bruce loose.” King says as the cameras pan across the crowd. “We’ve got one tape left, hopefully this will explain once and for all where Bruce Blank is now” Mak says a bit impatiently, he’s sat through 4 tapes already and he just wants to get the final answer. *Roll tape* The clock in the corner of the image says “1:11 AM” The three men have all changed to their black ninja outfits and are hiding around the corner from the mental asylum, ready to strike. “Alright Rev we ready to go??” Wayne asks impatiently “Not quite.” Rev says while looking at his watch The clock turns 1:12 AM “Alright NOW we are ready. The easiest way to get into the asylum is to have a magnetic key card, that’s what we have to do first. Now the only card stored outside the asylum is with the head of the facility, he lives right here” Rev says as he points to the house across the street. “Once we have the key card we’ll be on easy street” “Brilliant” Clem whispers as he cautiously looks around. “Now the door in front has an alarm that will go off if we try to pick the lock, so we got to disable that first.” Rev explains then points to Wayne “This is your job” “Alright I need the paper bag of dog poop, the lighter and the remote controlled tank with the camera on it.” Wayne says and holds his hand out towards Clem. Clem quickly hands Wayne all of it before he sneaks over in the dark and sets the bag of poop on the stoop, then stashes the tank in the bushes right by the door. Wayne lights the bag of poop on fire and rings the door bell., then he runs and hides out of sight. “We’re going to wake him up before we break in???” Clem asks unaware of just what Rev has in mind “It’s all part of the plan” Rev says with confidence “But isn’t that dangerous??” “Oh calm down, he’s the only one going inside the house we’re waiting here until he comes back with the key card” Rev explains. After a moment the head of the asyum opens the door, wearing nothing but a housecoat and a sleepy expression. He sees the bag of poop and then steps out to look around. ** “Damn kids” As he looks around Wayne quietly maneuvers the tank through the door behind him and parks it under a table out of sight. The director isn’t about to step on the bag, he’s way too smart for THAT. Unfortunately for him he’s not aware of the firecracker that’s stuck in the bag, with the fuse being lit by the flames. BOOM!! SPLAT!! EEWWWWWWW “What the hell!” the head of the asylum yells out before he slams the door shut, turns the alarm on and then goes to take a shower to wash the crap off him. ** “Excellent, step one down.” Rev says keeping a running commentary as Wayne executes the plan. Wayne once again moves the tank using the remote control while looking at the little TV, this time he raises it’s cannon and aims it at the button that turns off the door alarm. With a press of a button he shoots a BB and hits the button to turn the alarm off. “Alright guys come on!” Wayne whispers “You said we didn’t have to go inside Rev” Clem moans “No but you have to hand me the tools so I can disable the camera that’s filming right inside the door!” Wayne says waving the two others over to him while he picks the lock on the front door. “Now I need the extendo arm with a piece of duct tape.” Clem hands it to him quickly as Wayne cracks the door open just 2 inches and slides the extendo arm through. He extends the arm up and places the piece of duct tape over the camera lens with ease. ** “I know they can’t recognize us with these outfits on, but better not to take chances. Now I need the fishing rod and the duct tape.” Wayne grabs the stuff and sneaks into the house, every time he passes a camera he quickly puts a piece of duct tape over it and sneaks on. He makes his way to the master bedroom where he can hear that the director is taking a bath and cursing up a storm over being covered in crap. “Serves you right you bastard” Wayne whispers He opens the door to the bedroom a little, then he slides the fishing rod inside and reaches across the dresser where the keys are. As the director is still in the shower he doesn’t hear the muted clank of the keys moving but he would have surely noticed Wayne sneaking in. As takes the key card off the chain he turns the lamp on the dresser off by the switch on the wall and tapes it in the “Off” position before sneaking back down stairs with the fishing rod and key card in hand. “When I get a hold of whomever did that I’m going to tear him a new one” The director looks at the light being off, he thought it was on a moment ago, in fact he was sure of it. He flicks the switch on the cord, but nothing happens of course. ** “HM maybe the bulb blew” In the dimmed light he cannot see that the keys are missing and just goes back to bed unaware of anything. Meanwhile Wayne has made his way through the house back to the front door where Rev and Clem are waiting for him. “Alright mission accomplished” Wayne says as he holds up the key card. “Okay just one more thing and then we can get Bruce the hell out of that horrible place” Rev says as he points over towards the asylum and the guard watching the front gate. “He’s got a dog” Clem says with a whimper, he’s never really liked dogs. “Don’t worry, everything is planned out. This is where the cheese and the fan comes in” Rev explains “The cheese and the fan? Reverend are you sure about this” Clem asks. “Yes! Now hand the cheese over – is it stinky?” “Oh lord yes I can’t stand to open the bag it’s in” “Good” Rev says and then sneaks off towards the guard house. “Have faith Clem, he’s been doing this for a very long time” Wayne says as the two observe the silver haired Rev sneak up behind the guard’s little booth and then hold up the cheese with the fan behind it sending the smell of stink into the little booth. A couple of moments later the guard starts to smell the air, then he turns and looks at the dog with a disapproving look as he curses it out. When the smell doesn’t go away he curses even more, then grabs the dog’s leash to take it round the back so that he can “do his business” Once the guard is out of sight Rev waves the others over towards him. “Come on Clem, fortune favors the bold” Wayne says and heads off “What if you’re not bold?” Clem mumbles but then reluctantly follows the other two. “It’s all clear sailing now, we’re between shifts and all we need is the key card” Rev says revealing the last part of his plan. “I got it right here, let’s go get my brother out of that dump” Wayne says as he holds up the magnetic card. It doesn’t take long for the experienced trio to enter the asylum and then quietly make their way to room 4775 where Bruce has been locked up for over two weeks, subjected to lord knows what. “Alright Wayne your brother is right inside, but. . . “ Rev says and puts a hand on Wayne’s arm to brace him “my informant said that it may not be a pretty sight” “Whatever it is Rev I can handle it, he’s my brother. . . besides how bad can it be?” Wayne says and then opens the door. *Fade Out* “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT!!” Mak exclaims “That’s it?” “It’s the end of the tape yes” “But. . . but what happened? What kind of state is Bruce in? Come on don’t leave us hanging like that!” Mak complains. “I’m sure they got him out. . . right? I mean who else could have sent us the tapes?” King deducts “I’m sure he’s out – hell I’ll be you he’ll be here next week for Storm” “Maybe, but what kind of state will he be in after such an ordeal?” Mak ponders “That’s the big question isn’t it?” *Starwipe!*