(The scene fades in to the back parking lot of the Oakland Coliseum where the camera picks up two individuals making their way towards the arena. Upon closer inspection, those two individuals are Evan Douglas and Clarissa. The camera sneaks on in and picks up their conversation...)

Evan Douglas: It's good to have you back Clarissa.

Clarissa: It's good to be back right by your side Evan. I thikn it's about time we just forget about everything and let the past be. We need to focus on the present and the future. We need to focus on your carreer and you eventually getting that Heavyweight Title Evan.

Evan Douglas: Yeah maybe you are right. The more I'm all hung up about this, the less chances I have of winning any gold.

Clarissa: That's it. And tonight, you're going to walk away as the new EWA Intercontinental Champion.

Evan Douglas: Yeah, that has a nice ring...Intercontinental Champion. I like it. Tonight, is going to be our night baby.

(Suddenly, some screeching tires are heard in the short distance but Evan and Clarissa don't even acknowledge it. After a few seconds, the sounds of a car bearing down is heard. Evan turns only to see a black car racing his way. Evan grabs a hold of Clarissa and throws her out of the way. **KEERRRAASH**! Evan was just hit by that speeding car and hits the ground behind the car. The car is heard to come to a screeching halt, but the cameraman is more concerned about Evan right now is is down on the ground, writhing in pain. Goddammit, who would sink so low to run down Evan and Clarissa with a car. *SCREAMS*! The sound of a female yelling is heard. The camera scurries to find the source of the yelling. Look there...the driver of that car just got out and grabbed Clarissa. HE JUST THREW HER INTO THE CAR! WHO IN THE HELL IS THAT?! The camera tries to quickly make it's way closer to try and get a shot of the driver, but before the camera can get any closer, the door of the car is slammed shut and speeds away. And look at Evan. Evan is almost up on his feet and trying to give chase, but it's no use. That sick individual just ran down Evan and kidnapped Clarissa in the process. But who would do such a thing?)

(The match between Douglas and TGO has just ended, but business is about to pick right about...NOW! The jumbotron sparks to life and the shot we're provided is a bit shaky and unstable for the first few seconds. Finally the shot is stabilized and it becomes quite obvious that this isn't the work of an EWA cameraman, but the work of just a normal person. THe image we're provided is of someone's feet. Then the camera begins to work it's way up. We see tied up ankles...then the legs. Wait a second...that's Clarissa, and she's tied up in a chair, with her hands tied behind the back of the chair. Clarissa is visibly shaken up and crying as she begins yelling as it catches Evan's attention and he begins to stare up at the jumbotron.)

Clarissa: LET ME GO YOU FUCKING PERVERT! *Crying*Please...pl..plea...pleeease...let me...gooooo. I'll do...anything.

(Suddenly the camera is put down on the ground and we see the feet of the kidnapper making his way towards Clarissa. A slap is heard and Clarissa is heard crying even more. Some struggling is seen before the camera is picked back up and we see Clarissa now with her mouth taped up so we can't hear a peep from her. But we do hear something. We hear laughter in the background. The laughter of a sick...sick inidividual. Evan is visibly shaken up in the ring as he watches this as he gets out of the ring and starts sprinting his way up the ramp. But before he can disappear behind the curtains, a muffled and disguised voice is heard coming from the jumbotron...)

Voice: One wrong move Evan...and you just might never see your bitch again.

MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

(The jumbotron fades to the sound of the kidnapper's disguised voice laughing as Evan just stops in his tracks at the top of the ramp and falls to his knees not knowing exactly what to do.)