In many respects Thomas was a strong man. Physically he couldn’t lift his own weight, but mentally he often moved mountains. Yet as strong as he was, he wasn’t prepared for the drop.

     The drop is every bit as dramatic as it sounds. For five thousands dollars he bought a ticket on a replica version of the Titanic. The tag line, catchy if not tasteless, caught him hook, line, and sinker. “Retrace and Win Back History.” For five thousands dollars he’d put the ghosts of the original failures on his back and take them safely to the other side. It’s where they should have been eighty years ago, and the thought of finally taking them there put an extra foot in his step.

     Titanic version 2.0 made history. Sadly, Thomas’ money couldn’t see to it that he made the complete journey. The ship was strong, and fearless as it carved through the memories and delivered it’s patrons home. Stephen’s best friend however, was mad and cruel.

     They searched for days, until the party was called off, a logical decision in the event of a man’s death. There was to be a funeral, and surprisingly, a dedication of the breaking of a new ground, adjacent to Merritt’s offices. The economy quickly took a turn for the worse. Chad said a prayer, begged for forgiveness, then ditched plans to immortalize his peer.

     A co-founder of the CSWA was assumed dead.  Thanks to the drop, Thomas was lost on a deserted island; for all practical purposes he was quite dead.

     It’s been three years, but today a man... and a midget... have decided to rewrite history.

     “Amazing. I once tried to hang myself with this rope,” the midget spoke softly. For years little people have dreamed of ruling the world, just his luck at last they’d have their chance, albeit it a small one. The island was his to govern well it might have been if Thomas hadn’t been a full three feet his master.

     “You tried? How hard exactly?”

     “You had to bring that up didn’t you.”

     “I hate to be lied to that’s all it is. You tried, please. Be honest and admit your body weight wasn’t enough to do the job.”

     As they finished tying the ends of a makeshift wooden raft together, Red swore he’d die trying to escape rather than suffer on the island at the hands of his oppressor.

     “Look I didn’t ask to be stuck here with you, that’s for damn sure.”

     “Quit crying Red and give me your finger.”

     “We’ve survived this long without a woman, I’m not about to...” Thomas interrupted a second too late, “Just give it to me,” Steve tied a neat bow around the stubby index finger. 

     “We’re burning daylight, it’s time to shove off.” Red hopped on the craft believing he was about to be carted off. “I’m sorry kid.”

     With a subtle bow Thomas racked a modestly sized rock against the back of Red’s neck, dropping the midget to the sand like a tree in the forest that no one would hear.

(CUTTO: Outside the Merritt Auditorium. There's two men standing by the 'back door' of the arena, where two men are standing, smoking cigarettes.

One is very passive, with a backwards baseball cap on, a worn overcoat, and sweatpants-shorts. He's got a beard and fairly long hair, and looks a tad chubby.

The other is wearing a knit "CSWA" cap, has much longer hair than the other, and is dressed in baggy jeans, a "King of the Slackers" T-shirt, and an orange jersey. He starts to dance, singing a song all the while.

"Flair, Troy, Flair, Troy.
Eddy Eddy Love, Mikey/Wolf the Randalls.
English Gent, Hornet's Kid, Miss-Hoo-Ters.
No, GUNS, No More Whining.
King Of Cool, Triple L, Triple L, If That Is, His Real Name.
Top Con-ten-der's-Match
Triple X and Wicked Sight
Southern gonna win? Adler gon' win.
Powers-Aho- For- the- Belt- And...."

(A pair of young kids come up to the two, looking around to make sure there's nobody watching.)

"Yo, Jay.... can we get a pair of tix?"

(The skinnier one looks back at the chubby one, then back at the pair of kids.)

JAY: "Fifty bucks, little man, put that cash in my hand. If that money doesn't show then ya owe me-owe me- owe.

(The kids look at him as he begins to do another little dance.)

JAY: "O-E-O-E-O, Anniversary. O-E-O-E-O, Jungle Love."

(The doors close.  Merritt looks at the CD in his hands, and begins to chuckle again.)