Altercation in locker room area: After Interview...

The shot shows a wooden door. Placed on the door is a giant gold star with JOE BOW engraved on it. We see bare knuckles enter the shot. The knuckles Knock with a rapid and hasty knock on the door. The shot pans out. Standing there is The Hitman Chirs. He knocks again. The door opens slightly a large set man dressed in a Black suit with a black tie, white shirt, Pitch Black hair and a hands free headset slides out the door and stands towering The Hitman Chirs in an imposing and intimidating manner.

Large Man: WHAT?

The Hitman Chirs: I'm here to see Joe Bow.
The Hitman Chirs steps forward but the large set man puts his arm out to stop him.

Large Man (in a soft set voice): It is ill-advised to proceed any further sir.

The Hitman Chirs: Do you not know who I am (voice raises in volume) I AM HERE TO SEE JOE...

Large Man (interrupting): Do you like your kneecaps son? (Voice Raises in volume and angry tones) YOU DO NOT WANT TO PROCEED!!!

The door opens appearing from the door is a short skrawny man in a green suit, balding head, glasses and a Yellow and red necktie.

Man: Hi, I'm Graham Ganobbly, I represent Joe Bow. Can we keep the noise down my client is trying to prepare for his match tonight. Now, Please Chris... Move along.

Entering from the left are Edgardo Desiderio and Seckspun Tucum. Hand in hand.

Seckspun Tucum: Chirs, Come here a minute will ya?

Edgardo Desiderio: Yes, Chirs Leave those men alone.. standing outside men's dressing rooms, you'll make a name for yourself.

Seckspun Tucum: he wanted that remember baby? Oh you mean for standing outside men's dressing rooms you're implying he's waiting to look at willies.. teehee..

Edgardo looks at Seckspun, Rolls his eyes and continues with the scene as The Hitman Chirs comes over. The two men go back into the dressing room.

Edgardo Desiderio: You need not worry about Joe Bow. You have your own problems tonight. Namely your match with me! Which is up next. Yet you're out here with your mind elsewhere.

Seckspun stands twiddling her hair.

Edgardo Desiderio: and i don't mean on Seckspun here...

The Hitman Chirs: Mark my words Edtardo... My mind's well on the game and NOT in the gutt...

Edgardo Desiderio (interrupting): Shhhh hitman... Quiet it's Edgardo Desiderio's time... You've had yours.. and you'll have your fair share of the beatings in tonight's show.. Next... See you out there... Burro.