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#SHOT EARLIER TODAY#

[Cut backstage to Maurice Thompson backstage, Maurice is wearing a white collard shirt along with blue jeans. He seems to be eagerly awaiting his match against Kevin Alloy. His favorite band, Dead Celebrity Status plays in the background.]

Thompson: A long day ahead of me...

[We hear the door open. The camera remains focused on The Native, though the voice that responds leaves no doubt as to who entered the room.]

Spikes: Mister Thompson, I presume?

[Maurice turns, facing SPW's ambassador. Maurice shots off his Ipod before standing up and looking towards Spikes.]

Spikes: Forgive me, of course, for interrupting your preparation time. I assure you I only seek a moment of your time.

Thompson: What do you have on your mind Mr. Spikes?

[Spikes grins.]

Spikes: Very well, I just wanted to follow up on my earlier comments regarding your punishment at the hands of Mister Alloy. I very strongly believe you've done the right thing in refusing to follow those ridiculous decrees from this controlling, incompetent management force and can only hope that others step up to your example.

Thompson: I'm only doing what I feel should be done, not trying to hold myself on a pedestal.

Spikes: Now I heard you on War of the Words and was additionally encouraged. Your resolve is remarkable. However, I wanted to give you an opportunity to change your mind on one score.

[Henry removes a check from his pocket.]

Spikes: I have here a check, addressed to the DCWL, that will cover the amount of your fine. It comes free of charge, requiring no additional action on your part. Think of this as a thank you for being the type of competitor that we at Shootfire Pro believe should be the standard by which all other young stars are measured.

Thompson: I can't accept that Mr. Spikes...

[He holds the check out.]

Spikes: Are you sure? This is, as they say, a final offer.

[Maurice nods his head in confirmation.]

Spikes: Very well.

[Henry tears up the check, depositing the remnants in a wastepaper basket.]

Spikes: You impress me greatly, Mister Thompson. I see you going far in this business, provided the proper support. With that in mind...

[From the same pocket as earlier, Spikes produces a business card.]

Spikes: ...take this. Should you ever find yourself in a bind again, you know this way that someone, at least, will listen.

Thompson: Thank you, sir.

[The two men shake hands.]

Spikes: And best of luck to you tonight, Mister Thompson. We're rooting for you.

[Spikes nods, then turns and exits. Cut back to ringside.]