Vendetta returns from a brief commercial break and we are immediately whisked to the back, where one Dwight Lights can be seen stepping out of his locker room with a funky strut, joined by a few unknown lackeys, sarcastically shaking off his left fist as his buddies laugh about his earlier shot on Hitman Alex, quietly dispersing after ‘pounding it’ and Dwight then drapes his arm around the neck of a unknown blonde, Dwight wearing black shades not only indoors but in the evening as well, like a boss, and before he can take another step Mike Lamar comes hurrying behind, microphone in hand, stopping to take a breather, leaning forward with his hands on his knees panting.

Mike Lamar:
"Dwight… Dwi… Dww… Dwight!  Can I get a mome… moment… of your ta… time!"

Dwight Lights:
"Yo."

Mike Lamar:
"Please Dwight, you have to… you have to… oh god you run so fast… you have to tell us… why the attack on Hitman Alex?"

Dwight Lights grins, comforting the blonde lass with a kiss on the forehead as he lifts his arm from around her and takes his shades off with both hands, checking the lens carefully and wiping them, casually staring back at Lamar with a smile.

Dwight Lights:
"You know something, Mark..."

Mike Lamar:
"Mike."

Dwight Lights:
"Yeah… Mark… you know something you’re just like everybody else.  You absolutely need to make it your business to know my business.  I can’t even make a single damn move without it being a big deal these days."

Mike Lamar:
"It’s kind of my job mister Dwight… mister Lights… mister Dwight Lights…"

Dwight leans forward to absolutely destroy Lamar for his insolence, but realises the interviewer had a point and simply shrugs it off in agreement.

Dwight Lights:
"Fair enough, so okay what do you want Mark, I’m kinda on my way out."

Mike Lamar:
"Hitman Alex."

Dwight Lights:
"What about him?"

Mike Lamar:
"Well you just attacked the former world heavyweight champion, the fans should know why."

Dwight chuckles to himself, his blonde companion smiling approvingly, Lights pulling her closely and closing his hand around hers, Dwight sliding the shades above his brow comfortably, turning to the blonde.

Dwight Lights:
"You know what, I don’t think I’ve even introduced you baby.  Mark Llama, this sexy little minx is my new friend Sheila… Sheila… Mark."

Mike Lamar extends his hand but Dwight shakes his head, waving his finger in front of him.

Dwight Lights:
"Tsk Tsk.  No touching, mate. "

Lamar’s hand retracts under Dwight’s stern eye, and all is right in the world.

The blonde ‘Sheila’ places her hand on Dwight Light’s chest, which produces a broad grin across the constantly lit Australian’s face.

Dwight Lights:
"Anywho, Sheila is a woman who possesses  a very interesting skillset, amazing actually, shes no stranger to being on top in her previous profession.  Shes overcome many obstacles to be where she is, sometimes five at a time, ebony and all! "

Mike Lamar breaks into laugh, which doesn’t amuse neither Dwight nor Sheila at all, Lamar hanging his head awkwardly, pointing the mic back at Dwight.


Dwight Lights:
"The point being Mark… Sheila has been in my ear these last few nights as we lay on my hydraulic bed, and through Sheila’s words, my eyes have been opened and I am looking at my time in XWA through a whole new set of eyeballs, cobber. "

Dwight takes a cautious look over his shoulder, just in case.

Dwight Lights:
"You see Sheila told me that you can spend year after year being good, you can work your ass off until you shit twelve inches but you’ll never make it unless you get that one big guy and, with enough necessary pulverising with the right person, you’ll jump on that meat rocket to success… and as it happens Hitman Alex is my meat rocket And at XtremeMania… I’m gonna ride that meat-rocket to the moon because Houston, we have a problem babeh!"

Mike Lamar clears his throat, looking at the camera nervously as Dwight Lights simply slaps him on the back, Sheila glaring at him as her acquaintance passes before following close behind and Lamar is left standing stunned as the commentary panel take things from there.

Ted Cedar:
"Wait what? Dwight Lights and Hitman Alex at XtremeMania 5?! Was that what I just heard?!"

Adam Dennis:
"I can’t quite get Hitman Alex’s meatrocket out of my mind, Ted… give me a moment."

The challenge is made, attacks explained (kinda) and the show goes on.