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SEGMENTAnnouncement of A match by Verona
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{ Suddenly Fiona is cut off by the sound of the PA system kicking into life as Roberto Verona appears, a mic in his hand as he demands the music is cut. He looks down the ring at Fiona, a clear sense of frustration on his face. }Roberto Verona: You just do not know when to quit… do you McFly?
{ Roberto shakes his head. }Roberto Verona: So be it. You want me to be the monster you think I am? Well, you’re a grown woman, if you want to live dangerously that is your decisions.
{ Verona smiles. }Roberto Verona: You know, you love to come out here running your mouth so I thought… how ironic, because next week, at Night of the Immortals… I’ve decided you can run the gauntlet.
{ Verona pauses as Fiona looks at him with fire in her eyes, her demeanour altering the moment the curtains open as Roberto is flanked by the Dark Triad into one of collected rage. }Roberto Verona: You want the Triad? They’re all yours… one after the other… but I don’t play without the thrill of a risk so lets make this interesting… shall we? Each fall will have a stake attached, something each of these women deeply desires… but I’ll let them choose for themselves…
{ Verona smiles again. }Roberto Verona: As for you… if you can pin all three? I’ll officially endorse your little side project, I mean licensing, funding, the works, I’ll even give you that contract you’ve always wanted with creative freedom. Hell, I am even a fair man, if you can’t beat them all… well, each woman you do pin will be at your disposal for your academy as you see fit.
{ The crowd pops as Fiona nods, Verona turns to walk away before stopping, raising a finger in the air. }Roberto Verona: I almost forgot… how silly of me… if you lose all three Fiona… you’re mine, to do with as I please, when I please. No escaping your contract, no riding into the sunset, you will bend the knee and submit. You want the Triad? Those are the terms. Three falls. No holds barred. Let’s see just how much of a fighter you really are.
{ Verona tosses the microphone away as his music plays and he smiles, looking at each of the Triad before walking away as they stare down the ramp at a fired up and determined Fiona McFly as we go to a commercial break. }-------------------------------------
SEGMENTJC Keeton and Ulf Hednir faceoff again
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{Yet again, the cameras go backstage to find Ulf and JC sitting across from each other… This time, they are sitting across from each other, and looking toward: a chessboard. Both of them are focusing on the pieces in front of them but the clock is ticking. JC moves one of his pieces and taps the clock, as it shifts now to Ulf. Ulf is quicker than JC in making his next move, and JC grunts with frustration as Ulf takes away one of JC’s pieces and hits the clock.}JC Keeton: I didn’t notice your bishop.
{JC ponders his next move for a couple seconds, and Ulf looks over at the clock to see JC’s draining seconds. JC pays little mind to it. Several more seconds pass, and JC finally makes his move; Ulf, yet again, makes his move almost immediately. At this point, Ulf has over one minute of time left over JC, who is tapping his finger against his chin whilst trying to see the next move-- and he makes the next move. Ulf shakes his head, and moves his queen forward.}Ulf Hednir: Sjekk.
{JC looks for the next move, and there is only one… JC moves his king, where it’s now trapped by two pawns and a knight. Ulf moves the queen one more square up.}Ulf Hednir: Sjakkmatt.
{There is just a moment as JC Keeton is looking on whether to confirm or not… he does, and tilts his king down. A burst of cheers comes from the surrounding cast, and The Ace of course gathers the money from the bets and dispenses the winnings to the people who bet on Ulf.}Ulf Hednir: God (good) game.
JC Keeton: Yeah, good game.
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SEGMENT"Ellie's Elevator"
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MAY 6, 2021 + 12:00 PM
~Day 3~
{ James Gilmore and Nick Danger are in the backyard of the house on Wolf Creek Drive. It features a lush Japanese-themed garden with intricate waterfalls and fountains throughout. A six-foot high fence runs around the perimeter of the garden, keeping stray dogs out. }James Gilmore: Whaddaya think, huh?! Took a lotta work, but we got this garden spruced up again.
Nick Danger: This looks cool. It must've took you guys a long time to build. So what are going to do here?
{ JJ chuckled. }James Gilmore: Actually, I didn't build the garden. The gentleman who owned this place did -- long, long ago. But let's cut to the chase...
{ He then leads Nick to a section of fence that looks to be rather chipped and ugly. Several large cans of white paint lie on the ground, along with a giant brush. }James Gilmore: Watch this...
{ JJ dips the brush into a bucket full of white paint and, with his left hand, gently strokes the fence in a vertical motion. Up, down, up, down...switching hands every two sections of fence. }James Gilmore: Like an elevator -- goin' up, goin' down. Breathe in, breathe out, switch hands...goin' up, goin' down...oh! Almost forgot somethin'...
{ James took out his iPhone and nestled it into an outdoor docking station. Suddenly, Ellie Goulding's "Burn" begins blasting from the loudspeakers that have been jury-rigged throughout the garden. }James Gilmore: Ellie's Elevator -- music is a great motivator. Helps ya work, helps ya keep your mind focused on said work. The entire fence needs a good coatin' of white...
{ James starts to turn around, leaving Nick to accomplish the task. }James Gilmore: Goin' up!
Goin' down!
Risin' up
And over the town...
{ Nick Danger does the instructions that James gave him by Goin' up and Goin' down on the entire fence. Several hours later, James returns with several large pizzas from Little Caesars; he takes the time to admire the work Nick did and nods warmly. }James Gilmore: Awesome, awesome work -- looks like new, huh?! Got some pizza, late lunch or early dinner. Tomorrow, we'll start early...after breakfast, 8:00 AM.
{ The two men sat down with paper plates, enjoying the sunshine. }-------------------------------------
SEGMENTDakota Bowman faces off with her next challenger
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{Dakota is back stage preparing for an interview, title over her shoulder and all smiles when a voice comes from off camera}
Viginia: You're just keeping it warm, you know that?
{Virginia steps into shot and she looks the bigger woman upand down and reches to pat the belt as Dakota aturns to let the hand falls hourt and spoke up as her smile turns ever so slightly saccherine}
Dakota: Lava hot, careful it doesn't burn you.
{The tension between the two starts to build as Dakota leans on in a bit more}
Dakota: Try me, see what happens.
{Virgina takes amoment and measures her distance before nodding}
Viginia: I see history repeating, Kaiju unconcious and counted, and me with a belt over my shoulder.
{Virgina pushes past Virgina and pats the belt twice}
Viginia: Been fun, Rook.
{Fade out on Dakota's stare}
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SEGMENTDean Harper calls out Violent Tendencies
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erri Morasco: I'm not sure I like what security is telling me...
Vasco Dias: What? Another stalker from twitter has broken through to try and marry you?
{Lights go to black, leaving the arena in dark silence for a few moments before the dark, rhythmic pulses of the beginning of Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War drums by A Perfect Circle begins to surge through the arena.}Vasco Dias: Oh...
Terri Morasco: Yeah...
Don't fret precious, I'm here
Step away from the window, go back to sleep
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils
See, they don't give a fuck about ...you like I do
{ Lights flash randomly through the arena, and soon flashes of some of the most savage moments of Dean's career flash in flickering effect on the 'tron. Finally, a single white spotlight shines down in the center of the stage, where Dean is crouching as he shifts side to side along with the music, hoodie and leather jacket open to show a bare chest underneath. He smiles up at the camera, eyes alight with a savage mania before he leaps to his feet, the motion bringing a massive flash as every light in the arena flares. He holds that position for a few moments, fist raised in the air before sprinting down to ringside. He leaps up onto the Apron, vaulting over the top rope and flipping into a roll that carries him to the opposite side of the ring, where he catches himself in the ropes and lounges amongst them almost casually, bobbing his head along with the music.}I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices, son
They're one in the same
I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself
{Dean motions with his hand to cut the music.}Terri Morasco: Dean doesn't look happy.
Vasco Dias: No, I think that is his happy face.
{Dean grabs a mic.}Dean Harper: Not that anyone has fucking asked, but here's the medical update on my father. Yes, Angel Blake has a fracture in his arm. But unlike some, a simple injury of the body will not stop him from assisting me in defending the tag team championship.
{Dean turns to look toward the entrance.}Dean Harper: So if Violent Tendencies was hoping for an easy win by forfeit... they can suck a sugar-coated fuck off my dick!
{ The lights in the arena begin to strobe red as the opening chords of Nero Frote begin to play. The stage erupts in pyro as the song really kicks into gear and Chris Diamond comes strutting out with a barbed wire wrapped baseball over his shoulder. }{ Chris smirks at the fans before heading down to the ring in lock step with the song. The camera takes a long shot of the entryway as and the arena darkens and purple laser lights are cast upon the entry way. "Forfeit" begins to blare before Terrella and Portia make their entrance, walking down to the ring to stand next to Chris.}Chris Diamond: AWWWWW! Little Baby fucking Blake has his panties all twisted up. Well fortunately for your fucking ass we damn sure intend to put you in a hospital bed right next to big papa!
{Dean leans against the rope.}Dean Harper: Don't threaten me with a good time, old man.
{ Terrella moves for Dean, but Portia puts a hand to her man's chest to hold Terrella back. She turns to look at Dean, her expression almost curious. }Portia: Dean, is that why you think we broke Angel's arm? To win the titles by forfeit?
{ She smiles maliciously }Portia: Let me explain something to you once very clearly, so you understand- we never set out to win the titles by default. We broke your father's arm to shatter the myth that your father was more than a man... and because, honestly, it was fun.
{ Portia takes two steps toward the ring, a short distance from Stephen and Chris. She clasps the microphone with both hands as she speaks. }Portia: The two of you walk around here as if you own this place, while Chris and Stephen have been overlooked and underappreciated for way too long. At Night of the Immortals, that's all about to change. Show up by yourself, or don't. Drag your father's broken body to the ring for help, or don't. Beg someone in the back to team with you, or don't. Have Verona hand us the titles, or don't. None of it matters to us. Sunday, we're taking your titles and erasing the aura that surrounds you. Our road to wrestling immortality is going to be paved over your legacies.
{She slows the pace of her speaking. }Portia: But as we've been saying, the time for talk... is... over. So maybe it's past time you get to spend some quality time convalescing with your father...
{The lights flash as Portia turns to motion toward Stephen and Chris, and Angel Blake- with his left arm in a cast- is standing behind Violent Tendencies. Portia has a look of disbelief on her face. }Angel Blake: You will pay for your sins...
{Stephen and Chris turn as Angel lights Diamond up with a shot with his cast across the forehead of Chris! Dean launches himself out of the ring with a tope con hilo on Stephen! Angel continues to crack Chris across the chest with his good arm as Dean pulls Stephen up and the two start to brawl! }Terri Morasco: An all out war has just broken out between these two teams!
Vasco Dias: This is exactly what Violent Tendencies wanted!
{ Portia gets a hold of Chris' bat and manages to crack Angel across the left forearm and the cast causing him to drop to a knee. Diamond boots Angel in the face and then rushes over to shove Dean off Stephen and into the ring post. Violent Tendencies quickly regroup on the stage as both Angel and Dean stand right up ready for more. }Vasco Dias: I think this feud has reached a boiling point.
Terri Morasco: I'm not sure there is an arena or stadium in the world that can contain them!
{ Chris and Stephen are ready to go in for more but Portia stops them saying they got what they wanted as Angel's left arm is clearly very much in pain. Violent Tendencies back up the ramp as Angel and Dean stand at the bottom begging them to come back down. }-------------------------------------
NO DQ HANDI CAP MATCHSteve Awesome vs The Church of Crosse.
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SEGMENTJC Keeton and Ulf Hednir faceoff again again
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{Yet again, the scene goes to Ulf Hednir and JC Keeton with a surrounding entourage. Some people frustrated by their loss of money and arguing amongst themselves whether the other had taken a shortcut to win any particular contest, and others happily content with what they’ve been able to win.}Ulf Hednir: Hva is disse en?
{The camera shifted to show JC Keeton and Ulf Hednir standing at one of those punching machines.}JC Keeton: I figured since you value that punch of yours… and I think it’s a bit overrated. We can see who has the true punching power!
{There is a brief moment of silence; Ulf blinks his eyes a couple times at JC Keeton, as if to ask him non-verbally “are you serious?”. And everybody stared at him along with him before all unison, they began laughing.}Ulf Hednir: Not en person has kicked ute of de Thor Punch! Jeg think det jeg ha du beaten med here…
JC Keeton: I never said you didn’t have an impressive punch! I just said I don’t think it’s as impressive as you think it is. So let’s find out!
{JC starts setting the machine up for use, and The Ace is already waving his hand in the air.}The Ace: I’m taking all bets! All bets! I think Ulf is a safe one for this one, but we’re taking bets on whether he breaks the machine or not!
{JC takes a step back after having the machine on.}JC Keeton: Alright, you go first.
{There is a brief hesitation from Ulf, and he finally shakes his head.}Ulf Hednir: Vi ha to measure din punching power! Jeg think det it ville be better for du to gå først.
{Everybody else seems to agree with Ulf, so JC just shrugs his shoulders.}JC Keeton: Fine. Fine.
{The crowd goes to a safe distance, but Ulf stands with his arms crossed relatively close… JC Keeton looks back to ensure that he’s not going to accidentally deck Ulf.}JC Keeton: A little elbow space? Thank you.
{Some of the crowd members give a chuckle as Ulf takes several steps back, and JC Keeton then zones in on his target; he lunges forward, and with a powerful punch! The numbers start flying up, not too much of a surprise since he is trained just as well… JC shakes his fist a few times, suggesting he gave it all he got. The numbers stop at 832. Murmurs start going amongst the crowd, as if they feel that they may have counted JC out too soon.}JC Keeton: You’re up.
Ulf Hednir: Ikke verst.
{JC now takes over standing where Ulf was, as Ulf steps forward and ensures the machine is set up for his turn… the surrounding crowd quickly goes quiet, almost anticipating how hard Ulf could potentially punch that thing. Ulf takes a deep breath, and a brief smile to everyone, before throwing his punch! The numbers are moving much more rapidly than JC’s were, and everyone seemed shocked… they knew he had a hard punch, but they didn’t imagine it would be as hard as he did hit. The number finally comes to a mild stop at 999. The numbering system then begins to malfunction, trying to make sense of how hard he hit it.}Ulf Hednir: Is det… is det as high as it goes? Did jeg break it? Hva do vi do?
{There is nothing else that can be said…}JC Keeton: You got me with that one… but we find ourselves in a bit of a predicament. It’s 3-3. We need a final game.
Voice: I’ve got it!
{Everyone turned to see who spoke, and like the parting of the Red Sea, and all eyes laid upon… Locke. Despite all eyes staring at him, he was counting some of the money that he won from this whole ordeal.}Locke: Jus’... gimme a second. I’m a perfect five.
{He said with a grin.}JC Keeton: Just tell us what your game is.
Locke: Straight to the point. I like it.
{Locke rolls up the money and wraps a rubber band around it before slipping it into his pocket.}Locke: Drinking contest!
{Ulf and JC both look at each other, knowing that the other is not much of a drinker… but they shrug, and agree. There is a brief ad here suggesting that people purchase Night of the Immortals this upcoming Sunday, and announcing several of the matches that have already been guaranteed. As the camera returns from the short ad break, we now see a line of shot glasses… five on each side, and already filled to the rim. Locke is standing in preparation to refill each one.}Locke: Jus’ so you’re both aware: this is a $500 bottle of whiskey that I’m givin’ up for your game. But to be fair, you’ve made me a lot more than $500.
Ulf Hednir: Vi appreciate de gesture.
Locke: Jus’ don’t let me down, ya big oaf! GO!
{The start caught both of them off-guard, and they scrambled to lift the shots! One by one, Ulf and JC were downing their shots; they would put them upside down on the table as per the rules of a drinking competition, ensuring there was not a drop left. Locke refilled all of the shot glasses, and before he could finish, JC and Ulf would down the next; six. Seven. Eight. JC resigns.}Locke: WHAT?!
{Ulf, barely holding his stomach, was tied with JC… and downs a ninth shot. He puts the shot glass upside down on the table and Locke stares in shock as he looks at the four full shot glasses between both of them. Ulf waves it off.}Locke: This is pathetic! You-- both of you are pathetic! I guess… Ulf wins. Since he got nine. But come on, what the fu--
JC Keeton: Congratulations, Ulf!
{Ulf stumbles out of his seat, clearly drunk, and Locke looks more and more astonished; JC is assisted out of his seat. Locke just shakes his head and downs the remaining shots himself without so much as a grimace, then starts to drink directly from the bottle.}-------------------------------------
SEGMENTEternity and Tara Fenix sign their World Title contract
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You’re too proud. {A voice rang into the minds of the champion and the challenger, as they sat across from each other… their eyes that lingered on the contract lifted, and it became a battle for mental superiority. Neither one would falter their gaze, but as Tara sat there, Eternity suddenly shifted her glance to her, answering something nobody else heard.}Eternity: She is, I agree...
Tara: You see him…
{The tone of Tara’s voice suggested that she was not surprised that Eternity could see Red Eyes. The rest of the room seemed confused as to what she was talking about, and even creeped out by the glazed expression on Eternity’s face as she looked past Tara to see the entity known merely as Red Eyes.}You can escape.
{Red Eyes further suggested to Eternity. Tara’s own eyes eyed the pen and her challenger for Night of the Immortals. There was a sly smile on Tara’s face, whilst Jess Fowler and Tara both awaited Eternity to sign the contract. Eternity picked up the pen and placed it against the paper.}Tara: There will be no backing out once you sign that contract, Eternity. And I… I am not like any you have ever fought before.
{With a growing grin, Tara leaned forward and propped her elbows onto the table and pressed her hands together; she slowly rubbed her palms together, and raised her eyes to stare into Eternity’s eyes.}Tara: Did you see the masterpiece I made out of Mandi? Blood… flowing… from head to toe… it was sweet. Her blood, I mean. I kind of--
{Tara licked her lips.}Tara: --acquired a taste for it.
{Tara’s own eyes seemed to look beyond Eternity, as if she had lost herself in her own mind. Eternity smiled, her own creepy smile. A distorted, disjointed reflection of the champion and for a moment, it is entirely unclear who is in control, if indeed either of them is at all. Eternity looks at the memorial “MPK” band on her arm with a sigh before she signs the contract and places the pen down in front of the champion. Tara searches Eternity’s face, as if a poker player was looking for the poker face, but Eternity did not show her cards. She was hard to read. The mind games weren’t going to work. Not for Eternity, and not for Tara. Tara takes up the pen, and signs her name on her designated line.}Tara: Shall we seal this with a kiss? Or are you afraid you’ll acquire a taste for me… much like your idol?
Eternity: My mind to your mind. My thoughts to your thoughts, and his thoughts. His sorrows and his regrets, his love...all of it dying, not slowly but all at once. A message sent not once, but twice from beyond the grave...signed, sealed and delivered with an endless kiss...
{Eternity leans forward, gazing into the eyes of her most alluring death, rebirth and assured immortality to date. She then cups Tara’s face gently with one hand, slightly trembling. After a few moments, the lips of the champion and her challenger meet, and they kiss for five brief but significant seconds, before Eternity breaks, slightly breathless.}
Eternity: Goodbye, my love...
{Eternity then slides her memorial “MPK” band off her arm and places it on top of the signed, sealed and delivered contract.}
Eternity: Careful what you wish for, my love for death’s kiss is eternal and the telltale heart of our lives beats forevermore...
{Eternity then “caws” like a raven before bursting into fits of giggles. Tara smirks and traces a finger across her lips.}
Tara: You used tongue.
Eternity: Did I?
{Eternity shrugs it off, smiling. Her green eyes sparkling. Tara slides the contract over to Jess Fowler.}
Jess Fowler: Thank you.
{Jess takes the contract up, and security stands ready in case things escalate from the two playing with each other… into a physical altercation. But neither woman displays any sign that they are about to give an early show.}
Tara: Time has many powers… the power to destroy, but it must… kill you… to remember that time… cannot create.
{Eternity merely tilts her head, and Tara gives her a coy smile as she traces her fingernails on the table with a faltering eye contact.}
Eternity: Kill me...many have promised, none have delivered...so far…
Tara: Trust me… I can make you scream.
{Another coy smile from Tara, and she pushes her chair out to stand up. Security is still on their toes and are ready to intervene. Tara merely gives Eternity a wink and turns to walk away. She does, leaving Eternity in the room as she seems to be talking with the same entity from earlier. Security, knowing they are no longer needed, back out of the room as they are being creeped out by Eternity seemingly talking with herself.}-------------------------------------SEGMENTJC Keeton and Ulf Hednir faceoff again again again
-------------------------------------{Backstage, just outside of the private locker room belonging to IWF World Television Champion, Ulf Hednir, with the door propped open; Thea can be seen in the background sitting on a couch that occupied the room, and playing on her tablet. The championship was beside her. Ulf stood at the entrance with his arms crossed, as he and an unfamiliar man were sharing in their own conversation. He stood just an inch or two shorter than Ulf, black. The man appeared to be from the higher class, standing poised, confident, a certain ambience radiated from him.}Stranger: How are you and Thea enjoying the penthouse?
Ulf Hednir: Vi love it. It is great to ha a place to call home closer to de tours.
Stranger: Consider it a signing bonus.
{The man said with a chuckle.}Stranger: Your fight on Saturday-- that was amazing! Round one? My man! You’re raising my stocks, so I would say you earned it. My company-- I-- am willing to back you the entire way. Just keep winning for us.
Ulf Hednir: Du do not ha to worry about dette. Jeg er undefeated still, ja?
{Ulf chuckled. The two were sharing in small chat, and JC Keeton entered the scene. He did not look too happy with what he had overheard. As if Ulf had been talking down about him. As if Ulf felt that he did not have a chance at winning at Night of the Immortals… he seemed baffled by the presence of the stranger, who laid his eyes on JC and gave him a genuine, greeting smile.}Ulf Hednir: Ah! JC! Disse is--
Stranger: Augustine. Marquis Augustine. Pleasure to--
{Ulf had gestured to the stranger as a means to introduce him. The stranger, after introducing himself, extended his hand toward JC… but rather, JC moved past him and shoved Ulf rather hard.}JC Keeton: You don’t think I have a chance at beating you?
Marquis Augustine: Whoa, whoa--
JC Keeton: Is this what you say about me behind my back?
{Rather than an immediate retaliation, Ulf looked stunned, but Marquis had raised his hand between them trying to defuse the situation.}Marquis Augustine: JC Keeton… can we talk?
JC Keeton: Who are you? Who are you to me?
Marquis Augustine: I’m the man who is hoping to sponsor you. I deal with sports equipment, clothing, and sponsored Ulf for his mixed martial arts. I would love to see you step into the octagon: you have a lot of skill. Ulf has already signed with me, and I actually-- well, I came here to sign you because you didn’t answer your phone. Your voicemail was full. Do you have a moment?
JC Keeton: So this wasn’t about wrestling? This wasn’t about Night of the Immortals?
Marquis Augustine: Truth be told, I was impressed when I watched the two of you fight at Danger Zone and I knew from that day that I had to sponsor both of you. You’re just a harder man to reach.
{JC looks at Ulf, almost apologetically.}JC Keeton: Sorry, Ulf-- I just-- I heard you talking crap about being undefeated, and it sounded like you were--
Ulf Hednir: Ikke bekymre deg. Du vil pay for det… in seks dager.
{There was no smile from Ulf this time. Just frustration that a man he considered his best friend, and his brother, jumped to a wild conclusion. Ulf had his eyes locked on JC, and he trembled with the urge to shove him back; he sneered at JC but took a step back as Marquis tilted his head toward JC.}Marquis Augustine: Do you have a moment?
{JC nodded.}JC Keeton: Yeah. Yeah.
Well howdy there pardner.