The OutLaw sat in the darkened dressing room, hazily aware of what has happened before. Pain shoots through his upper body, Chris Damm had somehow managed to try and hit the OutLaw's very own finisher on him. To say the OutLaw was shocked, is an understatement. Suddenly Chris Damm is superman, and is beating everyone up and down the ring, hitting their own moves, AND taking the match. The OutLaw grimmaced in pain, Damm had hit a bad version of the Widowmaker on the OutLaw, but any version caused intense pain. That's why the OutLaw uses it, the sudden whiplash effect on the neck will drop the biggest wrestler. Slumped over on a bench, the OutLaw worked his neck, twisting back and forth and groaning.

Suddenly Rachel Winston burst into the room, stopping only to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. She reached for the light, but a "Don't!" stops her. She squints her eyes, looks hard, and catches the OutLaw crouched over with a bottle of Tequila in hand. The OutLaw let out a frightening groan, then lifted the bottle to his lips, and took a mighty blast of tequila. Rachel's eyes widen in disbelief, as the OutLaw removed the bottle from his lips and let out a mighty exhale. To Rachel the OutLaw looked very demonic, as he looked up at her...

The OutLaw: ...What?!

Ms. Wintson: ...Uh ... (Nervously) ...MJ wants all of us together.

The OutLaw: (Looking at her in dismay) ...aannnnnnnddddd?

Ms. Winston: And, she wants us to get together to take care of business.

The OutLaw: (Now looking at her sarcastically) What business?

Ms. Winston: (Realizing that she can no longer evade a direct answer) ...Circle business. She wants to take care of Fred Underwood.

The OutLaw: (Laughing softly, and looking again in disbelief at her) You ARE kidding , right? Then you ought to head out and join your little crew.

Ms. Winston: (Exasperated) She WANTS YOU there!

The OutLaw: No, she wants Circle members there. Which will NEVER include me! Now get the hell out and have your little party.

Ms. Winston: (Anger welling up, her english accent becoming very pronounced) May I remind you that I AM your manager! And that I AM Circle! Which means you are Circle now!

The OutLaw: (Getting up slowly and painfully and stepping right into Ms. Winston's face.) First, it was in a drunken stupor that I made you my manager. But let me stress that, "I MADE YOU my manager!" You work for ME! You want to join that band of losers, fine! But don't even try and drag me into that cesspool of stupidity! I ain't Circle material! Ever!

Ms. Winston: (Underneath her breath) Hmmph! Seems the only loser around here was you in your match with Damm and Kado!

The OutLaw: (The OutLaw gets right in her face, the smell of tequila breath burning her. Rachel suddenly realizes how short life can be.) F--k you! There was no worse sight I could ever wake up to, then the sight of you Circle nutpulls hanging over me! Francis Jr. wants me at her little party? Tell ya what. Here! (Sticks the open tequila bottle in her hand) Bring her a little party gift and express my condolences! I'm out!

With that, the OutLaw marches off into the darkness of a hallway out of the arena. Rachel's realization of how short life is doesn't subside, as she realizes that MJ Francis is going to be none to pleased with this development...

September 15th, 2000
The offices of the CTN, specifically the office of one Rachel Winston

It was not pretty! Mary Jane Francis Jr. threw a fit that could be heard across the floor, and probably the one above and beneath. Seems that Catherine Jones has returned to try and reclaim her company, and that has split what few members of the Circle that still were. Seems that the OutLaw's importance to MJ is more important than ever. And the very person she hired to bring in one of the most difficult personalties in professional wrestling, seems unable to do her job. Rachel felt herself stuck in the proverbial rock and a hard place. The only thing saving her @$$ she felt was her being the current Falconer Champion, and that was dependent on the OutLaw's defense of her belt. Suddenly, a shocking revelation jolts her body, if the OutLaw doesn't show up again. Bock would certainly kill her, AND she would get fired! Rachel made a direct line to her small wet bar, and hit the radio over the it.

Bill Bendix: ...888 for the nationally syndicated, much talked about, and all too often imitated, the Bill Bendix Show! Tonight my guest for this segment is none other then our old friend, who's known far and wide to wrestling fans all over, as... The one, and hopefully the only, ...the OutLaw! Let's get right to it man! DUDE! You got swerved two Insurrections ago! Rachel Winston is the GWA's Falconer's Champion? C'mon buddy! Give me a break! What were you thinking when you jumped in that ring and attacked Bock?! You helped Rachel Winston, a non athlete, pin Sebastian Bock! The OutLaw: Obviously I wasn't thinking, man. (Chuckling) I just flashed on all that crap that Cock was spewing, and ran out to face... Bill Bendix: Okay! Okay! While we're here, let's address that! Cause you're about to mention how you ran up when Stacy Lynn Jordan appeared. What is the deal with the two of you?! The OutLaw: No deal! Bill Bendix: Whaddaya mean no deal?! The two of you have been trading mooney eyes, playing head games with one another, and she helps swerve you into helping Winston win the Falconer's title! There's something going on! The OutLaw: Nope sorry. You want to talk to Skylar Thomas about the two of them being an item. I'm learning my lesson... Bill Bendix: (Laughing) What?! To give the ladies a wide berth?! ABOUT TIME!!! (They're both laughing) Dude, you have had the worst luck with females in this occupation. You need to hook with a librarian or something. But with your luck, it'll be true about what they say about the quiet ones and she'll be a leather wearing, whip wielding freak! Then again... The OutLaw: ...(laughing) then again! Bill Bendix: It's kinda hard to imagine you being able to settle with anything short of the Marquis De Sade's ex girlfriend. Speaking of which, now you're hooked up with Rachel Winston. Oh, excuse me... MS. Winston! She's your manager, and now you have to defend HER title for her, next Wednesday! How the hell do you get yourself into these things? The OutLaw: I dunno! Nor do I care. As much as I want to pull Cock's head off his shoulders, and spit down his neck, ...I still don't give a crap about the Falconer's title! Bill Bendix: (distant voice talking to someone else) Can he call him Cock, even after threatening to pull his head off? Okay. I'm sorry go ahead. The OutLaw: That's it! There's nothing more! I don't care about Cock! I don't care about the Falconer title, and I am quickly losing patience with Rachel. Me, I'm gonna enjoy having a GWA show in my home town, and watch it with old friends at my house! Bill Bendix: You mean you're not showing again! Cause when you did show, Bock ended looking up at the lights with Winston on top of him. The OutLaw: (Laughing) Which would make you think he'd thank me! He finally got a real woman on top of him, unfortunately like all the other girls he ever had it cost him. Naw! I can't deal with him! Now he's crying he's a manic depressive or whatever! Screw that! As far as I'm concerned, if I have to step in the ring with him, he better have multiple personalities and bring all of them to help him! But no. Rachel is on her own... Bill Bendix: Wow! Here we go again! You're listening to the Bill Bendix show, we'll be right back...

Rachel now really felt a gnawing feeling in her gut. Survival instincts were needed now, and no plan was an option, as Stacy Jordan was firmly in the OTHER camp. This was NOT good!

Ms. Winston: (To an intercom) Josie! Get me a flight to Honolulu Hawaii. NOW!!

To be continued?

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