I'm not done! (open to ivor)

The camera suddenly fades to el cartographer standing in one of the UNWA hallways, apparently doing something on a cell phone.

El cartographer (mumbling): "No, really... million... bill... What? Oh well... Lessee... how do... type... boxing glov-"

El cartographer suddenly jerks his head up to realize that the camera is on. El cartographer throws the phone away.

El cartographer: "Okay, then, this is a message to ivorlebon... But first, lemme see if the camera guy..."

El cartographer reaches behind the camera.

Cameraman: "Ow!"

El cartographer: "Okay, you're definitely not Ivor."

El cartographer takes a few steps back.

El cartographer: "This is a message to Ivor:... THAT MATCH LAST WEEK WAS A TOTAL FLUKE! IT NEVER HAPPENED! SHUT UP! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET! YOU HAD AN UNFAIR ADVANTAGE BECAUSE DAMIEN DARK..."

Voice: "Hey el photographer."

The camera pans to reveal Detective Browfel, wearing his usual "Sherlock Holmes-esqe" clothes.

El cartographer: "AUGH! What the ---- are you doing here?"

Detective Browfel: "I just wanted to tell you something cool: At the upcoming Pay-per-viewer-series, I get to-"

El cartographer: "SHUT! UP!"

el cartographer gets ready to hit Detective Browfel

and hits rapidly with his forearm his opponnent's jaw executing a violent European Uppercut!!

Detective Browfel stumbles away. el cartographer clears his throat.

El cartographer: "Anyways, as I was saying..."

(OOC: Come on out Ivor)

All of a sudden the sound man hits El cartographer with the boom.
He takes his wig and hat off to reaveal that it was Ivor all along.

Ivor: Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Ivor stops to take in a big breath.

Ivor: Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Ivor: You were saying nothing.

Ivor leans over El Cartographer.

Ivor: A fluke, You know who uses the word fluke? Someone who lost!! You never hear a winner call his victory a Fluke do you?
Now i beat you 1...2...3 in the middle of the ring and at the PPV im going to do it again although this time i won't pin you, I'm going to beat you to within an inch of your life, let you recover a bit and then do it again.
Your party is over!

Ivor turns around and walks away a few steps before turning round and placing a multi coloured toy ambulance on El Cartographers chest as he starts to stir.

(OOC: over to you if u wanna add owt?.....had a thought on the ppv match, if you go to the ring first i could come down in a "pimped" ambulance. i.e. small dancefloor in the back, discoball hanging from the mirror etc...)

el cartographer straightens up suddenly knocking the toy ambulance off.

el cartographer: "Gah! What the ----?!?! Where'd you... Why'd... Jibb..."

el cartographer pulls himself up and cocks his arm back before swinging it forward at Ivor's face.

(OOC: Fine idea with the ambulance, and feel free to dodge the punch.)

El cartographer connects right on the back of his head and he goes down to the floor.

El cartographer leans over ivor.

He looks up puzzled.

All of a sudden a second man hits him from behind with a disco ball shattering it on El cartographers head.

The camera pans round to show Ivor stnding there.

Ivor: You never learn do you?

ivor picks up the other man on the floor.

ivor: Thanks for that, you ok?

Man: Yeeaah, Im all good baby. Hey Let's go out and hit the town.

Ivor: Mustapha I have already told you we will go party after the show. Why don't you head on out without me and i will catch you up?

Mustapha: What and hit the town without my Favourite little brother? No way, besides this......er.....man? Not sure exactly what he is? Anyway, he might come round and you might need a hand again