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Curtis Slamm paces back and forth in the dingy, dark, musty studio basement that he's been hiding in. On the other end of the room the two thugs dressed in black suits and red ties hold Shelly St. James at bay. Poindexter holds out a cell phone.

Slamm stops and looks as Poindexter holds the phone out towards him. Slamm looks up at the struggling and crying Shelly.

POINDEXTER: That's the trouble with you Slamm you always had a weakness for a short skirt.

Slamm takes the phone but before dialing he looks at Poindexter. Poindexter sighs and gives a hand gesture, the two men release Shelly.

Shelly shakes her head but Slamm nods and takes a deep breath. Shelly leaves. Slamm starts dialing and puts the phone to his ear.

PHONE: User is either not answering or is out of range. Please hold, you will be automatically redirected to voice mail. (pause, followed by the voice of the Sentinel.) Hi, you've reached the voice mail of "The Sentinel" Gabriel Blade. Please leave your name and number after the beep, and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. And remember,(in his best dramatic voice) Judgment Day is Coming... Prepare To Be Judged!

Slamm looks up at Poindexter who along with his two goons stand over top Slamm, glaring down at him. Poindexter nods.

SLAMM: Hello Sentinel it's your worst nightmare calling. So how does it feel to be a two time loser at Iron Man, to watch all you work go down the drain in the matter of one match... again! I told you when it was all said and done Curtis Slamm would be the one you haunts your dreams, now didn't I. You may have won the match but not the war, but you'd better believe this is far from over between you and I. When it is all said and done we will meet again and when we do you will remember the name Curtis Slamm as if the mere name strikes fear in your heart, pain at your sides, and a sense of loss unfelt by any other opponent you have ever had. (away from the receiver) How was that?

POINDEXTER: (heard in the background) Good but you can do better. It will work for now, the boss will be happy.

SLAMM: (still away) Why don't you go see if you can get your head any further up her ass.

A muttled thumping sound is heard over the machine, followed by a cringe noise from Slamm.

There a door slam followed by sounds of a scramble to pick up the phone receiver.

SLAMM: Gabe, you there. Gabe, listen man I have a plan to get out. I know you don't trust me from a hole in the ground but remember I could have finished you off and didn't. I need your help, you still believe in helping people right, even ones who haven't been exactly righteous. Call me on my cell phone 555-2354. Please.