There Will Be No Interview

	"I'm looking good right?  Gotta look decent before we start rolling."
	"We're already rolling, we'll just edit this out in post."
	Chris Sanders and a cameraman are outside of Gregory Gainsley's door.  Two weeks removed from Phase Out, where Gainsley, and a man claiming to be his mentor, Rick Callahan, attacked Echo Stevens backstage with a chair.  Gainsley has since been nowhere to be found, he has not been seen in the WWX, and all attempts to contact him have been met with silence.  Chris pats his hair down one last time, looking warily through the window in his front door.  Sanders gives a quick nod to the cameraman, and rings a nearby doorbell.
	Nothing happens, and Sanders gives the doorbell another try.  Chris hears faint footsteps approaching the door, and backs away.  The door's locks click, and it opens to a near 6 foot man, with light blond bangs falling unflatteringly over a pair of dark blue eyes, peering out like marbles at Sanders and the cameraman.
	"What is it?"
	Chris fidgits nervously, "Uh, hi, I'm Chris Sanders for the WWX, I have some questions I'd like to ask Gregory Gainsley to use for footage at our website, WWXOnline.com, and-"
	"I know who you are."
	"Oh, er... well, is Gainsley in at all?  Becaus-"
	"Yeah.  Gainsley is in here, and he's not coming out."
	"Uh, I'm sorry, who are you?  Do you represent Greg?"
	"I'm Hank Callahan, and you're damn right I do.  Now like I said, he's not available, so-"
	His sentence is ended abruptly by a crashing sound inside the house.  A scream of pain echoes along the halls of the house, followed by shouting, words like "weak", "champion", "goddamn x-box" and "learn" are the only discernable things heard on the outside of the house.  Chris tries to look inside with worry, but Hank moves to block his view.
	"No visitors, no solicitors, no interviews."
	"When can we expect him back in the WWX?"
	Hank moves his head around, as if pondering a timeframe, finally stopping to raise a finger and eyebrows, "I'd say... when we're ready."
	"Now wait just a min-"
	Hank slams the door in Chris's face, three locks click in succession, and one more muffled scream is heard through the door.  Chris gives a wild disbelieving look to the cameraman.
	The cameraman takes the camera off of his shoulder, "So... we're not gonna use this, then?"
	Chris gives one last look to the door, "...We'll let Media decide."
	The two walk away from the calm-looking house.