(The picture opens to the outside of The Cherry Lounge. There are various cars and trucks scattered about in the parking lot. It is early Friday evening as the sun begins to set in the western sky. Around the corner comes a yellow, 2003, Ford Thunderbird. Reflecting an image of freedom, with one hand on the wheel and the other on his Savoy Robosto, Joe pulls into the parking lot. As he looks for a spot to park, several ladies eye Joe with a lustful intent, Finding a parking place, Joe quickly exits his T-Bird. Adjusting his tie as he walks, the Hardcore Champion disappears through the front door of the Cherry Lounge.)

*Once Inside*

(People are mingling about on the inside of The Cherry Lounge. All walks of life are present. Old and young, single and spoken for, even a group of hopeful college guys at the bar.)

(Joe moves his way through the crowd in the front lobby. Up to the front podium he goes.)

Joe - Evenin! Gots a table for Seward.

Attendant - (Flipping through the sheets of paper) I'm sorry sir, you are not on the list. You will have to wait until the others ahead of you have been seated. It is about a forty minute wait.

(Before Joe can respond, a man rushes over. Judging from his dress, he is probably the restaurant manager)

Manager - I'm terribly sorry Mr. Seward. Yes we have your table ready.

Joe - Alright!

(The manager turns to the attendant and speaks in a preaching voice)

Manager - This is Mr. Joe Seward. He is one of the finest in all of wrestling. He is on the houses VIP list. If you see him again, you seat him at once.

Joe - Don't be so hard on the kid now here.

Manager - Yes, sorry Mr. Seward. Right this way.

(The manager shows Joe back to his usual table.)

Manager - That is a lovely tie Mr. Seward. Where ever did you find it?

(Joe, sensing the manger is a little loony, replies with a hint of question in his voice.)

Joe - Rodeo Drive.

Manager - Well it is a lavish yellow.

(Joe takes a seat at his table)

Manager - Dining alone tonight Mr. Seward, sir?

Joe - Naw, two gentlemen be joinin' me in a short while. One be a tall, burly fella. The other is bout medium build with a head of gray hair. He'll be smokin' a cigar, I be almost positive. Oh, and their meals and drinks, just put dem on my tab.

Manager - I'll keep my eyes peeled Mr. Seward. When they arrive, I'll show them back at once. And Ill arrange everything on one bill which I'll present to you at the end of the evening.

(Joe give a thumbs up as the manager disappears off through The Cherry Lounge. Joe, meanwhile, takes a look at the menu)

*Approximately five to seven minutes go by*

(Joe remains seated looking over the drinks section of the menu as the manager comes into sight.)

(Behind the manager walks one Randall Resse. True to form, Randall is holding his usual C.A.O. Knoxville. Behind Randall, walks his son, a figure not even the blind miss, 610, 315 lbs. Glenn Reese.)

Manager - Mr. Seward, here is the rest of your party.

Joe - Hey fellas.

Joe - I don't keep track ol' friend.

(Randall and Glenn take seats across from Joe.)

Joe - Hey there Glenn. How ya be?

Glenn - Alright, how are you Joe?

(Glenn reaches across the table and shakes Joes hand.)

Joe - Holy smokes, Glenn, handshake, not death shake.

(The table erupts in laughter)

Manager - Can I get you gentlemen anything?

Glenn - Rolling Rock.

Randall - Ill take a Coors Light. thanks.

Manager - Okay, and for you Mr. Seward?

Joe - I'll take a Miller Genuine Draft.

Manager - I'll send your server along. He will bring you your drinks gentlemen.

(The cigar smoke begins to fill the air around the table as Joe and Randall take sweet sized draws from their hand rolled tobacco)

Glenn - So whats up with the manager? Did he seem, a little, I don't know, funny.

Joe - Kinda.

Randall - I don't know him personally, but I know his wife, and she walked out on him about seven months ago.

Joe - Really?

Glenn - Damn, that sucks. Say ain't his wifes name Clare.

Randall - Yeah.

Joe - The same Clare that worked with Judy for all dem years?

Randall - Yeah.

Glenn - Yeah, I know who your talking about now. She wouldd come over and work with mom on Saturdays on monthly reports. That was almost three years ago, I was just moving out of the house then.

Randall - Your right son.

Joe - I'd guess by the looks of it now here, he ain't never been the same sense.

Randall - He has taken it pretty hard.

Glenn - I remember now, she was pretty foxy.

Glenn - Dad!

Randall - Well....

Joe - Poor guy. Must suck havin' your wife leave like that.

(Glenn begins to take a look at the menu)

Randall - Judy told me that Clare met some guy up state about nine months ago.

Glenn - Mom said that?

Randall - Yeah.

Joe - I suppose one thing lead to another and....

Randall - Yeah, pretty much.

Randall - Judy said it wasn't money problems, it was a matter of happiness.

Joe - Yeah, money aside, yous got ta be happy.

Glenn - It is amazing all the stuff I've missed living away from this area. Man, poor guy.

(A server comes over and greets the gentlemen, bringing the round of requested beers. Within a few minutes the server leaves with the orders in his hand)

(Back to the conversation goes the camera)

Glenn - So you are facing Mirror huh?

Randall - Mirror is tough. Judging from the videos I've seen of him, I'd say, Joe, your in for one heck of a match.

Joe - That little thing we hand on Stranglehold wasn't no match either. That was like a warm up. Come Sunday, that be the real match between Mirror and I. Alls I know, is Im gonna do what I do best and wrastle like there be no tomorrow.

Glenn - Sounds like a good plan.

(Randall takes a puff of his C.A.O. Knoxville, while Joe and Glenn sip their beers)

Glenn - I hear a lot about this Jeremy Cundiff guy.

Randall - Yeah so do I. I hear he is the youngest wrestler in the history of the UWA.

Joe - Yeah he only be seventeen. But let me tell ya, when the Williams Brothers died, that kid lost a lot of his world now here. I tell ya, Jeremy been through some things that would even make old fogies like me want ta break down and cry.

Glenn - I remember the day I heard about the death of the Williams Brothers. I was pulling a load through Kansas City. I was getting a little thirsty, so I stopped at a gas station for a bottle of water. I pulled in, got out and started to walk towards the door, when I saw two other truckers, sitting by their rigs in tears. I asked them what was a matter and they said, we just heard the news over the CB. The Williams Brothers were just recovered from the Ohio River. Damn, if I didn't shed a lot of tears that day.

Joe - Damn.

(Randall takes a puff on his cigar before telling his story)

Randall - I was closing up the shop, and you know how the UWA puts on those old re runs of Stranglehold?

Joe - They be a legacy them two.

(The three gentlemen share a moment of silence)

Randall - Oh look, here comes our server with our food.

Glenn - That was fast.

Joe - I be a VIP here my friend. It always be fast when ol' Joe's in town.

(The three men receive their meals with much delight. As the camera fades, a haze of cigar smoke hovers over the table. It is apparent, the three gentlemen are very much enjoying this evening.)