The scene opens up to a view of a balcony over looking a Sydney beach. A high quality camera sits on a small table with a few memory cards scattered about on it. Beside the table is an empty, simple deck chair. The view of the sea and beach are too far below to see anything of interest. A few seconds pass before a man walks onto the balcony holding a cold bottle of beer, he takes a sip and lets out a refreshed sounding “Ahhh” and places it on the table. The man sits down revealing his appearance, he is clad in khaki ¾ length shorts and a cheap looking surfer style shirt and his eyes are covered by sunglasses and a green/blue bucket hat sits on top of his head. He is only around 5ft 7` and looks a little chubby.

The man is called Paul Gander, often called Ganja by his friends. He is a photographer for the Australian base for the magazine Wrestling Riot. Paul has been sent here from his editor on the back of rumours that H-W-A superstars have been seen checking into the same hotel complex, his aim is to get some shots of them that other Mag’s won’t have.

He grabs his camera and zooms in on the beach below, hoping to spot someone or at least check out the babes on the beach, before he heads for his dinner.

(Paul): Blimey! Check out the bazooka’s on that one!

He takes a few shots for his own personal collection and then settles down on the chair, taking another sip on his beer. He decides to just enjoy his expenses paid trip for now and get to some real work this evening at the lounge bar when all of a sudden his cell phone starts to ring. He takes it out his back pocket and the display shows his dim witted colleague, Michael Dingwall, was calling him…again. Holding back the frustration Paul answers the call.

(Paul): What is it mate, you’re not lost again are ya?

Somewhere down on the beach front Michael says something that makes Paul sit up so fast he almost spills his beer. He grabs the his camera and looks down to his right.

(Paul): Holy cow, I see them. Good work mate, try get some shots from down there and I’ll get some too.

Just coming into view below Paul amongst the tourists and other holiday go-ers is Logan Neilson and Ally Wilkinson walking hand in hand, talking away to one another. Logan wearing a pair of white with navy trimmed Scotland soccer shorts and Ally in a stunning black bikini turn a few heads as they walk through the crowded beach but just keep to themselves.

(Paul): This is brilliant mate, these bastards had totally fallen outta public eye before now.

The muffled voice of Dingwall comes from the phone and Paul nods before replying.

(Paul): Tell me about it, if I made what this guys is on a month in a year I’d be over the ####ing moon.

A couple of moments pass as he takes a few more pictures.

(Paul): And he gets a chick as hot as her, it ain’t fair mate! We’re in the wrong business.

A laugh comes from the phone and a smart assed retort from Dingwall has Paul almost choking on his beer.

(Paul): What ya talkin’ about ya little shrimp I could knock your block off anytime!

The pair stop there squabble as they both become distracted when Logan and Ally kiss on the beach below, cameras clicking furiously as the scene fades to black.