Motor City Arena. Daffy Duck facing Darth Maul with Dragon Championship Wrestling promoters looking on. After escaping the Force Choke STO, Daffy pinned Maul with the Arabian Tombstone Piledriver followed by the Triple Jump Moonsault. The DCW bigwigs were taking notes.
Backstage, Daffy's teammates in the Wild Kru were waiting in Daffy's locker room.
'Got Maul's number.' Daffy exclaimed.
'You also got the attention of the DCW bookers, too.' Red Tiger responded.
'We all set for Philly?' Daffy asked.
'Luggage is packed. All we need now is 7 return plane tickets.' Sylvester explained. Then DCW assistant head-booker Sentai Dragon Omega walked in.
'Good match, Daffy. You got a championship match at Megaslam 30 for the Double Dragon Tag belts, and the rest of the bookers have agreed that you should pick your own partner, even though we think Simpson is the right guy for the job…' Omega explained.
'No problem. Homer was going to be my choice if it was a tag title match anyway. I'll see you at MWU30, my man.' Daffy replied. Omega walked out the door.
'You'll be wishing the match is as easy as that when you go against the Bikebrakers at the festival. Sly and me found that out the hard way.' Red said.
'Concern noted.' Daffy said.
At the Michigan Airport, Sylvester and Sierra wandered into a jewelry store to escape the paparazzi. Red Tiger wore a hooded jumper for the same reason. When their flight was announced, the Kru made a beeline for the checkout. The paparazzi slammed together when they got themselves stuck in the metal detector. Sylvester laughed hysterically as the Kru boarded the first flight to Philadelphia.
3 hours later, the Kru were in P-Town, Pennsylvania. Inside check-in, Red Tiger spotted B.A. Bumpy Knuckles, Tommy Dreamer & Rob Van Dam.
'Welcome to the most hostile state in the US of A, gentlemen and lady. The city that thought up hardcore wrestling!' Knuckles announced.
'Thought up Hardcore wrestling?' Homer asked.
'Yep. It's also the city where about 10 pints of my blood has been spilled, too.' Dreamer replied. RVD looked slightly annoyed.
'Any of you got a smoke?' RVD asked. Dreamer handed him a cigarette.
'Are you kidding? I don't smoke this garbage!' RVD added. Then they picked up their luggage and then left the airport in Knuckles' ECW van.
Sierra remained silent during the road trip. Sylvester's playful attempts to get her to speak didn't help her unease with Philadelphia. Hey, it has been branded the most hostile city in America. The van entered a large apartment complex's garage. Knuckles turned around.
'This, my little kiddies, is the biggest apartment building in Philadelphia. Owned by Yours' Truly on account of all the money I've made doing XLW Music & Movie deals. One problem; the fans are apathetic towards me because they believe I've been handed everything on a silver platter. They're talking crap in my opinion.' Knuckles explained, but everyone was long gone by now.
'Never mind.' Knuckles sighed. Then he showed the team to the largest apartment in the building.
That night, as the team slept in their king-sized beds, Sierra sneaked out, taking a brown pouch with her.
She wandered Ratner Street and found a back-alley. She smoked the catnip Sylvester had returned to her in large quantities.
'There is absolutely no way I'm dying in this garbage can of a state!' Sierra mumbled to herself. Then someone walked up to her, and Sierra thought she had seen a ghost…
'Panther?' She whispered to herself. The hulking cat that stood before her was a distant memory in her mind.
'The very same, baby doll.' Panther said back deeply. Sierra tried to find a place to run.
'What's wrong?' Panther asked.
'You… I had you arrested… and placed on a register…' Sierra cried.
'But… I've changed my ways. Don't you read the tabloids?' Panther replied.
'I… don't do tabloids. What do you want?' Sierra asked, as she dried the light tears from her face. Her offered Sierra a handkerchief. She carefully took it from Panther.
'I come here every week and curse this spot. This spot… is the alley that turned me into a violent Beep and made me look like hell before I checked into drug rehab. And then, when I had checked out of rehab, I did what I did to you and then you got your retribution when I was jailed for indecent assault and had my name scribbled on the indecent offenders' list. This is the worst location in all of Philadelphia.' Panther explained. Then he stared at the catnip.
'You haven't given up, yet?' Panther said.
'Old habits die hard, Panther.' Sierra responded.
'When I saw your face again as I walked up here, all I wanted was to prove how much I was sorry for doing what I did… and how much I loved you.' Panther told her. Sierra leaned in a gave her old flame a kiss. Panther returned the kiss, but Sierra pulled away.
'I'm sorry, I can't. I'm seeing someone else.' Sierra explained.
'What's his name?' Panther asked.
'Sylvester the Cat. We started going out a month ago.' Sierra answered. Panther was shocked. With a swift attack, he floored Sierra and the catnip cigarette landed in Panther's left hand. He jabbed at Sierra's shoulder with it and burned her.
'3 years ago, you branded me a sadistic S.O.B. I'm not going to repeat our little indecent assault incident, because I swore to myself I would never do that again. But that is what the good side of me is all about, baby. So, gear up because the machines are about to start rolling!' Panther said in a sadist voice as he unbuckled his belt.