Post by Drakz on Jul 22, 2015 6:23:51 GMT -5
Explosions. Fans cheering loudly. Hookers. Drugs. Something tells me you know how this show is going to open.
Alecia Matthews: Welcome everyone, to Divine Wind! I am Alecia Matthews here with the sturdy as ever Cameron Stone! How you feeling after last week Cam?
Cameron Stone: Last week didn’t end well for most involved parties. The good news is I’ve been informed that if he tries anything tonight, consequences will never be the same.
Somewhere sonstuds is shedding a tear of joy.
Alecia Matthews: I heard the same thing. For those of you who may have missed la….
?: Allow ME to provide you a reminder.
Alecia Matthews: F*ck.
Cameron Stone: F*ck.
?: F*ck yeah.
”Cocaine” by Nightcore blasts throughout the arena. A massive chorus of boos comes through, ever so louder than the song itself. Strobe lights flicker off and on the stage, reflecting off of Samael’s sword, the steel shining in the late night bliss. However, something else is glistening in the lights, gold sitting around Samael’s waist. As the lights come back, Samael sheathes his sword and pulls a microphone from his vest.
Samael Ahriman: Don’t worry blondie. I got this. Everyone, please welcome the representative of the KoKaine Konspiracy, YOUR WFWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, SAMAEL AHRIMAN!
Sam rips the title from his waist and tosses it up and over the top rope, Sam rolling into the ring through the bottom. He steps on the title, smooshing it under his boot a bit before he faces the camera with an incredibly insincere ‘oops’ look on his face. He picks the title up, shoving the strap down the cloth in the front of his pants, patting the gold with a bliss look upon his face.
Alecia Matthews: Jesus Christ the boos. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything so loud.
Cameron Stone: Disrespectful piece of sh*t. He’s slapping the fans, Joe Bishop, that belt and every person who has ever held that title in the face. YOUR MENTOR IS ONE OF THE GREATEST CHAMPIONS YOU F*CKING A$$HOLE. turns his chair to face the fans. I’m not watching this. spits
Samael Ahriman: Hey Canadian, is it really wise to turn your back to me? I could do it again in a heartbeat.
Cameron Stone: He won’t try sh*t. Too much trouble for him from higher ups.
Samael Ahriman: And frankly I don’t care if I take another lengthy suspension. Taking you down with me, Stone, oh so worth it. Now turn around and face your champion, as you’re told.
Stone slowly turns his chair around.
Cameron Stone: You’re not the…
Samael Ahriman: Bad doggy, a bitch barking at her owner is liable to get beat with the belt, and this one might hurt.
Stone stares down Samael in the ring, Sam crotch chopping lightly, then taking a stutter step forward, Stone flinching in his seat.
Samael Ahriman: All bark, no bite. You’re better trained than I thought. Good boy.
Sam makes a patting motion towards Stone, smiling ear to ear, even his eyes smiling.
Alecia Matthews: What a douche.
Samael Ahriman: So I’ve come out here to make a statement. First of all, I am going to jump Lila Sleater’s job here and wish Daniel Kirkbride the best of luck in his future endeavors. The injuries the Saint took last week were so severe he has been forced to take an indefinite leave of absence from the WFWF. You’ll be sorely missed by the three people who cared.
Alecia Matthews: Is Kirkbride really gone?
Cameron Stone: That’s what I’ve heard.
Alecia Matthews: Damn.
Samael Ahriman: What? You really thought I would let him make it to Japan? You’ve gotta be joking. I saw opportunity and I took it. You see: I heard rumors of a certain International Championship match between Joe Bishop, Daniel Kirkbride and a certain piece of SOS scum. I aimed to take out Kirkbride, Bishop and The Scum in order to just self award the title to me. But alas, I didn’t fully succeed. See, Kirkbride can’t continue…but I left Bishop and Scum standing. So I’ve got myself into an unforeseen circumstance. Instead of just becoming champion, I yet again have to throw down with the low class of the WFWF, this time sanctioned. Bleh.
Cameron Stone: He doesn’t really think he can get this match does he?
Samael Ahriman: Sleater, you’re a body down for Tokyo. I volunteer as executioner, if Bishop and company will accept
The heavy guitar riffs blare through the PA system and the crowd erupts as "In the City" by Kevin Rudolf hits. Josh Dean wastes little time with pageantry as he steps out from behind the curtain. Sam hightails it out of the ring and Josh motions for the music to shut off. Sam hops on the announce desk with the strap in tow.
Josh Dean: What's wrong Sam, you afraid of scum like me?
Sam takes a kneeling position on the announce table and placing the belt on his lap.
Josh Dean: No worries Alecia, Cam. I got a bone to pick with this jackoff holding the show hostage.
He points at Sam, who is caressing the International Title like a child.
Josh Dean: You just can't help yourself, can you? Interjecting yourself into a title picture that clearly doesn't need or want you. Now see, you and Daniel seemed to have the same beef with me in that both of you thought I bypassed the pecking order for a title shot. I guess it's too much work to come up with your own motivation though, isn't it?
There's a collective "oh" from the crowd.
Josh Dean: Since we are in the birthplace of modern martial arts, I figured this would be the last place on Earth you'd get booed, what with your samurai sword and bushido get up. But it dawned on me, the moment I stepped on stage and you proceeded to run like the b*tch you are, that these people know a fraud when they see one. And while you may dress the part, Sam, a combat guru you are not.
Sam looks like he's about to climb into the ring, but Josh takes a step forward. Sam rethinks his strategy as Josh sits on the middle rope, inviting Sam into the ring.
Josh Dean: C'mon leech, get in the ring and we'll see who makes it to Tokyo! Easy to talk yourself up when you're taking people out from behind or when you got the beast beside you. However, I see you for what you are and what you're capable of. I wasn't impressed at End Game and that hasn't changed.
Here comes some finger quotes folks.
Josh Dean: 'Executioner' my ass.
Josh takes a step back. Is having a change of heart on the matter? Let's see.
Josh Dean: You can chill though, for now. Because I didn't come out here to fight unless you do something stupid. In fact, I have to applaud you because this is by far the best shortcut into a title discussion I've ever seen you pull off Sam, and the bit with Raider was pretty damn impressive. But I'm here to tell you, that if Sleater does decide to add you to this title match in Daniel's stead, which by the way I have no problem with, ...well you should have the courtesy of knowing that ass whooping I had in store for him is coming your way pal.
"Lose it" by Atreyu hits the PA and the crowd boo some more. It seems the only guy in the International Title picture anyone likes is Josh Dean.....which is understandable. Joe Bishop starts walking down the ramp, looking past Dean and pointing at Ahriman, bad mouthing him, with only the odd expletive being picked up by the panning camera's mic. He rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring, pops up and takes the mic from Josh's hand.
Joe Bishop: I think we're all getting ahead of ourselves here. First things first, before we even consider discussing opponents and challengers, give me my f*cking belt back.
Regardless of their disdain for the man the Osaka crowd pops as Bishop is visibly furious. Do they even know what he's saying? Is it racist to assume they're only cheering because he raised his voice? Answers on a postcard please.
Samael Ahriman: Why? What have you done to deserve it?
Joe Bishop: I beat Demento in my own country for that championship! No man deserves it more than me!
Samael Ahriman: Have you defended it once since then?
A collective inhale from the crowd.
Joe Bishop: In case you haven't been paying attention I've been a little busy recently.
Samael Ahriman: Losing to Trace Demon?
Bishop walks until his chest is against the ropes, facing Ahriman. He leans toward him looking ready to hurl the mic in his face.
Samael Ahriman: If you want to talk about losses Sam, I'm curious to know how losing your own title puts you in contention for mine?
A new voice can now be heard over the PA as Lila Sleater walks out onto the stage.
Lila Sleater: Gentlemen please!
She continues to address Bishop, Dean and Ahriman as she walks to the ring.
Lila Sleater: There is clearly an issue that needs addressing here, and whilst I don't agree with his methods, Sam has a point.
She climbs the ring steps and between the ropes.
Lila Sleater: Daniel Kirkbride is no longer an option and I still have a main event attraction to build. We have the Tokyo Dome to fill in two weeks time and to do that I need something big. As it stands my official main event is THE CHAMPION Joe Bishop vs. the challenger Joshua Dean. A match guaranteed to put asses in seats no doubt. I don't like you Joe but neither do these people, and they'll pay good money for the opportunity to see you beaten.
The crowd pops and Bishop steps toward Sleater. Dean cuts him off.
Lila Sleater: But I don't think that's enough. This is the main event we're talking about and my World Heavyweight Champion is otherwise engaged at the moment. I need something white hot to fill that spot, and that's why I'm making this a triple threat match!
Joshua Dean now turns to Sleater, not looking too happy about his title shot being called under question. Samael on the other hand has risen to his feet on the announcer's desk, smiling.
Lila Sleater: The only way this happens though Sam is if you give that title belt back to its rightful owner.
The belt comes soaring through the air and lands in a heap at Bishop's feet, having ricocheted off his shoulder. Bishop snatches it up from the ground and, having retrieved what he wanted, makes for the ramp but yet another voice stops him in his tracks.
?: Osaka-jōōōōōō!
The crowd loses their dinner as not only was a word they understood shouted but the man who shouted it takes the stage with his own title belt in hand.
Drakz: Gentlemen! I am here as a dignitary from "the land of upper echelon", Mainus Eventus. My people, though few in number, send their greetings to you all. Bishop, you can leave if you want mate, but you might want to hear this.
Joe, one leg through the ropes, pulls back and stands with his championship slung over his shoulder.
Drakz: Sleater speaks the truth in that as the billed main event in Tokyo you've got some big boots to fill. Have any of you ever topped the bill of a Pay Per View?
He raises his eyebrows, begging for an answer to his clearly rhetorical question.
Drakz: Take it from the man who's done it for the last three, you guys need all the help you can get if you want this to be remembered as anything more than the time the WFWF head honchos dropped the ball in the far east. Now what I see before me is three young men, three very capable young men, all hungry for more than what they've currently got. Maybe we can help each other out here? You all want championship gold correct? Well I'm currently without a viable contender for this here big 'ol piece of it.
He lifts the title above his head as he continues to speak. No one interrupts the f*cking champ.
Drakz: Yukio Blaze can suck my Mongolian balls........Your International Title match in Tokyo, Joe Bishop vs. Joshua Dean vs. Samael Ahriman, currently stands at one fall to a finish. I propose we up the ante a little.
Drakz looks around the arena.
Drakz: F*ck you Whitner.
Back to the task at hand.
Drakz: I propose we raise the stakes. One match. Two falls. The first decides who the true WFWF International Champion is. The second? The man who scores the second fall is named the number one contender for the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.
All three addressed men are smiling at this proposition while Sleater looks around with pride as the raucous Japanese fans go wild.
Drakz: I'll be seeing one of you very soon. Don't let me down boys.
Alecia Matthews: Wow! This is huge! Drakz just offered up the chance of a lifetime to these three. A chance to leap frog one another right to the top of the mountain!
Cameron Stone: You've got to grab an opportunity like this with both hands Alecia! Waste it and it may not come around again for a long, long time. This is huge!
Alecia Matthews: So there we have it folks, our main event for Tokyo is finally set in stone, and whilst unorthodox it's got instant classic written all over it!
‘Crown The Empire’ by Johnny Ring begins to play throughout the arena, as fans are somewhat skeptical, yet entirely filled with excitement of what is to come.
Christa Adina: The following matchup is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making his WFWF professional debut, from Toms River, New Jersey weighing in at 190 pounds, JOE MAGNET!
Alecia Matthews: A special night tonight, as we introduce the WFWF audience to three new debuts, and one fairly fresh face intending to continue to establish his presence , in Joey Raid; all right here in this fatal four way bout!
Cameron Stone: What a way to kick off the show, four jobbers clobbering it out!
Alecia Matthews: Well, that’s actually somewhat of a correct observation; as all four of these guys will have to fight tooth and nail to rise up through the ranks of the WFWF.
The lyrics of the first few lines play on the titantron as the adult 'smarks' begin to sing along, and as the hard hitting growl approaches, Joe Magnet walks out, nonchalantly, as he delivers snarky smirks towards the majority of the crowd, though breaking away from his typical charming allure, he assures to everyone that he is a villainous figure, by shouting into the faces of near-by children who crowd the rail-ways.
Cameron Stone: Well, at least we’ve got him figured out. Metal music, long hair, pink accenting on his tights, screaming at children; typical psycho.
Alecia Matthews: What about his relationship with his mother, it seemed quite endearing.
Cameron Stone: As long as endearing, means that he’s essentially a man-child, then yes, quite endearing.
He walks very smug-like to the ring where he slowly walks up the steps, wipes his feet, and hilos over the ropes. He stands in the middle of the ring and raises both arms, looking like a child whose mother is very proud of.
Alecia Matthews: While his relationship with his mother is almost comical for a professional wrestler, his mother and him have a bit of an odd relationship. Joe Magnet skipped going to pursue further education to achieve his dreams of becoming a professional wrestler, and he will get that chance, tonight!
‘Bite It You Scum’ by GG Allin begins to play, as the audience is nearly silent, once more awaiting a new debut.
Christa Adina: Introducing second, also making his WFWF professional debut, from Dallas, Texas weighing in at 321 pounds, DR. MANSON!
Dr. Manson cautiously walks out onto the stage, while tightly holding a bottle of the popular bourbon whiskey brand, Jim Beam in one hand, and in the other, the confederate flag on a pole.
Alecia Matthews: If we know anything about Dr. Manson, it’s that he loves his alcohol; and with that of course stems intolerance.
Cameron Stone: What? Come on, he’s clearly just a good ole’ southern boy, have you ever seen Dukes of Hazzard?
Alecia Matthews: Color me surprised, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Canadian who holds high regard for the southern area of the United States.
Manson Is wearing a black executioner's mask, reminiscent of medieval times, in which only his eyes and lips can be clearly seen.
Cameron Stone: 321 pounds at 5’11, he’s a beefcake, not to mention the alcohol which is what the belly probably derived from.
Alecia Matthews: Do you think that he is a licensed professional?
Cameron: I don’t think so Alecia; but if anything, drunk and fat are really the only two attributes that only help when in the WFWF.
Dr. Manson then takes off his Executioner mask and takes a swig of the bottle. Manson smashes the bottle on the entrance ramp and picks up a piece of glass and then knicks his forehead, starting a flow of streaming red crimson blood; as the audience becomes quite skirmish; kids and parents are induced in near vomiting sequence.
Alecia Matthews: He’s definitely hard-core; or just drunk; or fat.
Cameron Stone: Well if one thing's for certain, it’s that he can’t be as hard-core as Drakz, or at least in the sack, tell us more about that Alecia!
Alecia Matthews: I’d rather not.
Manson reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a can of Budweiser. Manson rolls into the ring, sitting himself in the corner. Manson opens up the beer and waits for his opponent.
Cameron Stone: How long before his liver gives out before the match, during the match, or after?
Alecia Matthews: If he dies, is WFWF corporate responsible for his death?
Cameron Stone: Probably not. As the WFWF has had countless literal near death experiences; myself included.
Fever Ray 'If I Had A Heart' begins its slow ominous roar throughout the arena, as the audience becomes silent, engulfed by their intrigue. The lights stationed above the ring, now begin to simultaneously flicker, in unison to each reverberating string being played.
Christa Adina: Introducing third, also making his WFWF professional debut, from Hatteras, North Carolina, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is GRAYSON CAIN!
Alecia Matthews: I’ve heard positive things about this one; as he announced his signing following our previous show in Cincinnati, Ohio. While not much is known of him, it’s clear that his only objective is to win, disregarding anything that even deters his mind from it.
The voices of the chorus swiftly penetrate every slight available crevice within the arena; as Grayson Cain is seen, standing in the presence of his grandest doubters. Grayson begins his methodical walk, as the slight 'taps' of his steps atop the metal flooring can be heard over the silence of the questioning crowd.
Cameron Stone: Well he does have an intriguing allure behind him, if anything; the WFWF crowd is completely silent.
Once met with the glistening steel steps, he just as cautiously, walks up them, as he now finds himself in the middle of the square circle. The audience is met with a deceitful wide smirk, as if it is entirely clear that Grayson is a blank slate of emotion. His lips return to their naturally placed position, as he encircles the ring, making emotionless eye contact with his opponent. As if it was ever in question; Grayson Cain is ready to compete.
Alecia Matthews: Three competitors in the ring, awaiting their final opponent, to finally begin this match-up.
‘Always’ by Saliva plays, as Joey Raid walks out to the ramp and stops.
Christa Adina: Introducing our final competitor, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is JOEY RAID!
Alecia Matthews: Lots of potential here in this matchup, as one of these fairly new men will elevate beyond the rest.
Cameron Stone: Fifteen bucks says, Dr. Drinkalot, is going to win here tonight.
Alecia Matthews: I don’t think anyone will be able to bet successfully on this match-up, considering the amount of new talent debuting.
Joey Raid looks around and raises his fists up into the air then he keeps walking and sees and fans sign and rips it.
Cameron Stone: He definitely means business.
Alecia Matthews: It seems as if nearly everyone in the WFWF is more intrigued by causing pain and distress to others.
Cameron Stone: So far we’ve had a confederate flag thrown up, a man screaming in the faces of children, and now the destruction of a fan’s property.
Alecia Matthews: I suppose that this is the world we live in. It is a bit of a tragedy isn’t it Stone?
Cameron Stone: Well if one thing is incredibly apparent, it’s that they probably inherit that trait from the owner of this place.
He rolls into the ring and hangs over the ropes then he bounces back and yells "Game Over" Into the air.
Alecia Matthews: It certainly will be “Game Over” for three of these men tonight, as we begin our night with a fatal four way match!
Cameron Stone: Here we go.
Ding Ding!
If one thing's for certain, it’s that all four men involved in the competition are hungry for victory, yet their ravaged appearances have clearly somewhat disillusioned the audience, as all four men begin to slowly circle around each other, each one methodically intending to find a vantage point that can be exposed in one of the other men. Though it is clear, that there is no one open line of attack, as all men are posed with their arms up and clenched, in a defensive stance. The first man to break away from the slow calming theme is none other than the alcohol induced Dr. Manson, who ravagely runs towards Grayson Cain, the smallest competitor in the ring in terms of pure stature alone. Dr. Manson grips the neck of Grayson Cain, his massive hands dwarf the upper-body of Grayson. Grayson rapidly delivers a loud hard kick to the chest, as Dr. Manson groggily steps backwards.
Alecia Matthews: It appears as if this matchup is going to take a much different turn than once anticipated, as all four of these men have clearly shown the poise and eloquence necessary to be successful in this industry.
Cameron Stone: You’ve probably spoken a little too soon Alecia, as it’s quite clear that these guys are savages at heart!
While Grayson and Dr. Manson reemerge in a series of ongoing grapples, Joey Raid and Joe Magnet have now found themselves in an ongoing grappling session. Magnet is the first to gain true forwarding momentum over his opponent, Raid, as he nuzzles his head beneath his clenching bicep. On the other side of things, adjacent to them, just beside the ring ropes, Dr. Manson have begun to engage in a series of returning strikes. Grayson initiates this sequence by holding out his arm, then striking the quite large upper bare chest of Manson, with the knife like side of his hand. The shot creates a reverberating roar that can be heard all throughout the arena, as it is followed with the typical ‘oh’s, and ah’s,’ in ever quickening grand applause.
Alecia Matthews: As if the doctor needed another health clause to add to his almost certain death.
Manson slightly stumbles backwards, but his attack doesn’t falter as it once did earlier in the match; the grizzled man attempts to deliver a mean reply in the form of a headbutt. His neck bending backwards, attempting to gain the momentum necessary to deliver a deafening strike; his feet firmly planted on the mat, as his head then rushes at Cain’s. Somehow, Grayson is quick enough to dodge, the only way possible in this instance, by falling flat on the ground, his body flat, as if composed entirely like a plank. Manson’s momentum can’t be such easily stopped, as his headbutt strikes the upper back of the nearby Joey Raid, who almost instantaneously limps to the ground and out of his grapple.
Cameron Stone: Both of these competitors will definitely feel the impact of that strike for even weeks to come.
Alecia Matthews: These men will do anything to win, even if it comes at the cost of their own bodies.
With Joey Raid and Grayson Cain firmly planted on the ground, with one acting, and the other truly hurt; Joe Magnet can clearly see victory in his sights. Manson, while having delivered the strongest strike of the match, is stumbling due to the further endangerment to his head; as it looks as if he is fighting under the influence of alcohol, and is, quite drunk.
Alecia Matthews: Hopefully, we can only wish these men the best of luck, as it seems that brain cells can never be regained.
Cameron Stone: Is that scientifically proven?
Alecia Matthews: I’m sure it is Cam.
Joe Magnet calmly, grips the arms of Dr. Manson, then begins to lift him up; his legs quickly retreating as he falls back and delivers a snap suplex, whose impact can be heard up to the nosebleeds.
Cameron Stone: Finally!
Alecia Matthews: What is with all of the newfound excitement?
Cameron Stone: We just saw a proper wrestling move!
Grayson Cain and Joey Raid, stumble, and both clench onto the ring ropes for support; only to find Joe Magnet atop Dr. Manson; his arm clenched around his massive leg awaiting the pin count by the referee.
The referee rapidly slides along the almost suede like configuration of the ring mat, quickly lifting his arm, and waiting time to pass to begin his count. Joey Raid, having been hurt from the devastating headbutt, sees a panicked Grayson Cain, just beside him; in which he intends to solidify his mark on the match. Joey Raid delivers a quickening forearm blow to the back of Grayson’s neck, in which Grayson falls. He continues his lust for pain, as he stomps alongside the back of the downed Cain.
The referee begins his count.
“One!” His hand slaps the mat with near perfect timing.
“Two!” His hand hits once more.
“Thr..” His speech is interrupted as his hand is still positioned in mid-air, having personally been surprised by the resilience of Dr. Manson.
Alecia Matthews: Dr. Manson is still alive in this match!
Dr. Manson rapidly turns his body to the right, as Joe Magnet has become frustrated, his fingers clenching down atop his head as Raid continues his array of fury along the upper right shoulder of Grayson Cain. While it is clear that Dr. Manson isn’t the most mobile, nor he is applauded for his efficiency; it was clear that Magnet had a realization, that a man so hefty, probably wouldn’t be downed as easy as Cain or Raid would. Magnet rushed at Raid, with top notch speed, stretching his arm out for the lariat clothesline, which pushed Raid outside the ring, his body firmly crashing atop the mat covered concrete floor.
Cameron Stone: What a wicked clothesline!
Alecia Matthews: Magnet is definitely on a roll at the moment!
Cameron Stone: Grayson Cain is downed, and within his grasp, Magnet can win the match right here with a simple pinfall!
Magnet positions his forearm alongside the main crevice on Grayson’s neck, calmly lifting him, for what could be the finale to the match. Joe Magnet steps back, and turns to the crowd, as he intends to deliver a crippling blow to the groggy Cain.
Cameron Stone: It looks like he’s a little too eager.
Alecia Matthews: I wouldn’t dare to pass on an easy opportunity like the one he just had; considering all of these men are quite capable in sustaining large amounts of punishment.
Magnet bawls his hand into a fist, then intends to strike the face of Grayson Cain; who in return catches the fist, to the dismay of the hungry Magnet.
Cameron Stone: And he catches the punch!
Cain then quickly steps atop the slightly bent right knee of Magnet, releasing Magnet’s fist as his body twirls in mid-air, his legs stretching out, as he nails Magnet with an enziguri kick targeted along the ridges of his nose. Magnet, just as quickly, numbly falls back down to the mat as Grayson follows, awaiting the pin count.
Alecia Matthews: What a devastating blow! I think this could be it!
The referee slides, and begins his count.
“One!”
Cameron Stone: Magnet is down, but there are still two other competitors loafing around for their opportunity to strike! Watch out Grey!
“Two!”
Alecia Matthews: This should be it!
“Three!” The referee delivers his final count lifting the arm of the victor, Grayson Cain, as Fever Ray, ‘If I Had a Heart’ begins its slow ominous roar across the arena.
Christina Adina: And the winner of this match by pinfall, from Hatteras, North Carolina; he is, ‘Grayson Cain!’
Cameron Stone: A special night for all of these men, though this match is but a stepping stone of what is to come in the future. Grayson Cain has already passed that stone, but the others aren’t too behind him.
Alecia Matthews: A well fought victory for Grayson Cain, he saw Magnet’s intent, and exposed it as well as anyone could, all of these men have a bright future in this company; that is, if hard work is customary to them.
Cameron Stone: While not the best match in terms of technicality, these men showed that they’re able to brawl and gnash in order to get out in front. We'll be back after these ads.