The North American Wresting Federation comes back from a commercial break. The announcers are talking about the upcoming PPV, Blaze to Glory. The screen lights up revealing an airplane sitting in the middle of a runway.

The plane sits waiting, no engine running at all. Suddenly a red Dodge Ram comes roaring into the scene and pulls up a good fifty feet in front of the airplane.

The door swings open as the camera zooms in on a leg then pops out. Suddenly, the person steps out of the car and it is none other then Mike Shiekman. Mike walks out wearing sunglasses and a black suit. He walks to his trunk and pops it open by pushing a button on his key chain. The trunk opens and Mike pulls out two big luggage bags from his trunk. He closes the trunk and carries the bags towards the plane. A man quickly steps In front of him. He looks as if he is a butler. He grabs the bags as Mike sets them down.

Butler: Let me take those for you, Mr.

Mike looks at the man awkwardly but shrugs it off. He lets the man walk on to the plane with his bags. Mike follows him up steel steps leading into the plane. The camera picks up with Mike walking into the plane from the inside. Mike sees only a few seats and sits down in the closest one to the door. There are couches on the side and a large table in the middle. A refrigerator sits at the back wall of the plane with a small bathroom further behind that. Mike looks around the airplane before being met again by the butler. The butler talks.

Do you need anything sir? Beer? Wine?

Mike looks at the man oddly. He then sets his intercontinental championship down next to him as he answers the man.

Mike Shiekman: Um… how about a Sprite?

Okay, one second, sir.

Mike watches him walk to the refrigerator and pull out a large bottle of sprite. He pours it into a glass with ice, of course. Mike turns around and slouches in his seat a little bit before a large smile comes across his face. The butler returns with a glass of sprite in his hands.

Here you go, sir.

Thanks.

If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. The flight will be taking off in about five minutes. Okay?

Sure, thanks.

The man walks out of the scene towards the pilot’s booth. Mike stares out of his window at the large wings and the plane itself. He then looks at his title.

Destruction. The future of the NAWF! Hmm, to think that I will be the superstar of this crumbling industry. But this will be a tough road. I face two people who are truly deserving of this title.

Mike cracks up.

Deserving? Dream and Masset? Masset’s last important match was when he lost the World Title to me on January 9^th. He’ll definitely be rusty against the big boys, something that has not happened to Masset is a long time, hell he was celebrating anniversaries of his great title reigns, too bad he is settling shot of that. And Dream? Well I’ve talked about him a little too much, but by Sunday I hope he knows his place, but if he doesn’t, I show him to it.

Mike jumps a little bit as a voice can be heard over the plane’s p.a. system.

Pilot: The flight for Houston, Texas is about to take off. Please buckle your seat belt.

Mike buckles his seat belt as he lies back in his seat. He stares out the window as the camera shoots to a shot outside of the plane taking off. We look back, and Mike is sitting on his little couch. He is just staring out of the window as he takes quick little sips of his sprite. He puts the glass down on to the table which lies just about a foot or two in front of him. Suddenly, Mike’s phone begins to ring. He looks around for a second before reaching into his right pocket. He pulls out his cell phone and answers the call. The person on the other line cannot be heard.

Oh, hi. How are you doing?

 *other person talks*

Really? That’s good. I’m doing pretty good too. But I’m kind of pissed off about my match coming up. Lou knows better then this. I don’t understand why he is doing this to me. He puts me up against Dream and Masset, a potential 2 on 1, two very capable opponents. He is making me go out there and do what I have done my whole career, defy the odds... Hell, I’ll do it again.

 *other person talks*

Yeah, I know. I just get a little steamed sometimes. I want this title to be with someone who respects it and I feel Dream or Masset won’t do that. But hey, everyone’s entitled to his or her own opinions. That is how I feel and basically I feel no one is going to take that opinion away from me. To take that opinion away, you have to beat me. We’ll see if one of those two can do that.

The plane goes under turbulence as Mike clicks his seat belt. The pilot comes over the intercom.

Sorry, but we are experiencing a little turbulence. It will only be a few minutes. I will notify you when it is safe to undo your seatbelts. Thank you.

Mike looks around and laughs to himself. He says something under his breath that can barely be heard.

No shit there is turbulence, Sherlock. Idiot.

Mike looks at his phone which is now far away from his ear. He can obviously hear the person on the phone. He raises the phone back to his ear. He laughs as he continues.

I got to go, I’m kind of in an interview. Okay?

*other person talks*

Haha! Okay, bye.

Mike closes his phone and then rolls his eyes. He pockets his phone as he stares out the window again. The pilot comes over the p.a. and talks again.

Pilot: Okay, it is now safe to unbuckle your seat belts.

Mike unbuckles his seat belt. He gets up and walks over towards the refrigerator. He looks inside and pulls out two bottles. One appears to be Pepsi and the other Sprite. He walks them over towards the table and couch where he was sitting. He then walks back over towards the refrigerator. He pulls out two glasses which were sitting in the fridge. He closes the fridge and walks back to his couch. He pours one glass of each and leaves them sitting on the table. He continues to stare out of the window.  We look back in the plane and  Mike is still on the plane. He is sleeping with his head up against the window. The pilot comes over the p.a. and starts to talk.

We are about five minutes from landing is Houston, Texas. Please buckle up as we prepare to land.

Mike jumps and wakes up upon hearing the pilot. He looks around and wipes his lip where drool was from when he was sleeping. He looks at the glasses on the table, which are still full. He quickly grabs the Pepsi one and chugs it. He then buckles his seatbelt and sits back. The plane starts to touch down as Mike just looks out the window.

The time here in Houston is 3:30 P.M.

The plane comes to a stop and Mike walks over to his bags which are behind the refrigerator. He owns one and pulls out a watch. He sets it quickly and straps it around his left wrist. He walks back to his seat and sits down. He waits until he is noted to get up. The butler comes back to him.

Are you ready to leave, sir?

Mike nods and gets up. He grabs his title and throws it over his left shoulder. The butler walks to the back and grabs his bags. Mike follows him as he walks towards the door to the plane. The door opens and Mike follows the man down some steel steps which lead to the ground. The butler stands next to the plane with Mike as the appear to be waiting for something.

Sir, we are just waiting for your ride. I hope you don’t mind, you have a 2005 Ford Mustang coming. It’ll be your car to drive here in Houston.

Mikelooks very shocked as he looks at the butler, jar dropped. He then snaps out of it as he talks to the butler.

Wait! I have a 2005 Ford Mustang as my car this week?

That’s correct.

Sweet, those new Mustangs look sweet. I want to go out and buy one but I just don’t have the time now.

Mike waits anticipating the car to come. Finally a man comes driving by in a 2005 Ford Mustang, yellow in color. Mike seems to get all giddy as he looks at the car.

The butler looks at Mike as he begins to talk.

You can drive stick, right?

Pssh, yeah. Piece of cake.

The butler has the driver pop the trunk. The butler lays Mike’s bags in the backseat of the Mustang. The driver gives Mike the keys. Mike opens the driver’s door and sits down. He starts the car. He stares at the car as it starts. He revs the engine a little bit just listening to the engine purr. The camera man slides into the back seat as to keep filming Mike. He is seen driving out the airport as the scene fades to black. He talks one more time.

Wow, I can’t believe it. I’m driving the hottest car alive right now. A 2005 Ford Mustang, wow what are the odds of that? Wow, I got to buy this car. The handling is beautiful. The horsepower is godly. The engine is WOW! I need this car….