The scene opens up with BASH sitting behind his desk at the Server Farm. A cigarette sits smoldering in the ashtray on top of his desk. BASH is focused on the screen in front of him.
The screen begins scrolling lines of results quickly before BASH quickly hits the space bar on his keyboard.
BASH leans forward and squints a bit as he is looking closer at the result on the screen. He then leans back into his chair before lifting both arms in the air in order to stretch. He lets his arms down and then runs his hands through his beard before he exclaims.
BASH: The man I have been looking for, you can help me get to Drago.
BASH now moves his hands back to the keyboard. BASH begins typing furiously, the screen in front of him has code moving quicker than it could possibly be read.
BASH continues like this for about thirty seconds before coming to an abrupt stop. He now stares intently at the screen as the code scrolls this time at a much slower pace. A smile comes to BASH’s face before he yells.
BASH: Perfect as always, script created, now it is time to execute it.
BASH types quickly on his keyboard and the screen turns to a video chat. The chat rings and rings before BASH finally ends the attempt. The smile on BASH’s face has turned to a scowl, he sighs before muttering.
BASH: I tried to do this the nice way, call like a normal person.
BASH quickly begins typing again. He again types quickly before the screen starts flashing. The words on the screen state ‘Hack Executed’. Suddenly a video chat opens and on the other side of it is Mugen.
We now see the scene from Mugen’s point of view as he is sitting outside a cafe sipping on some sort of caffeinated beverage in some unnamed European city. His brows furrow as his phone seemingly starts doing its own thing at the moment.
Mugen: The hell is this, I didn…….aw what the hell BASH is that you?
The image of BASH comes clearer into focus as Mugen moves himself away from the direct sunlight and looks at the video call with OCW’s resident hackerman
BASH: You could have just picked up the first time when I called.
Mugen: Really? Did you really have to resort to hacking me? Fine, what do you want? You aren’t getting a dime out of me if you are trying to extort me. I’ll hav…..
BASH: Relax, I just want some information about Drago.
Mugen’s expression lightens up as he nods and takes a more relaxed position in his seat
Mugen: Well what do you want to know? I could tell you a lot about my ex-best friend.
BASH: Well I would like to know what makes a man like Drago tick? It is clearly not his intellect. He has unjustly fined me for Jim Black breaking the law. I need something that gets me in his good graces or something he wants. I need him to rescind this fine, BASH could easily pay the fine.Why should I pay for Jim Black’s incompetence?
BASH: OCW Management has allowed unwarranted attacks against the DarkNET Society and I must find a way to patch this situation.What can I do to get through to Drago that BASH and DNS are friends or at least allies he wants to have? I want to know about Drago… the man.
BASH begins to click on some keys on his keyboard which can be seen from the video image on Mugen’s phone. Mugen stares at his phone confused as BASH continues to work along. About thirty seconds passes before Mugen goes to speak but BASH cuts him off before he can start.
BASH: I have left a little gift of ten thousand dollars in your account. Should you be able to help me understand Drago and this OCW management disaster or even help there could be more where that came from. The question you can answer now, Mugen, is do you consider BASH and the DarkNET Society your friends?
Mugen takes a deep breath and looks around for a moment
Mugen: You know what they say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend so perhaps we could be friends, old sport.
Mugen starts fiddling with his phone for a moment as he continues talking to BASH
Mugen: Don’t mind me being distracted here but I do want to make it be known to you that I do have a document on the cloud where I listed out the few of Drago’s strengths amongst his many weaknesses and charted them based on a scale of 1-10.
BASH: Don’t worry, I can take that from you, I appreciate you compiling this for me.
Mugen looks at the screen with a look that just says “really?”
Mugen: Really? I could have easily emailed this to you or shared it with you, you didn’t have to hack me for it………..ANYWAYS, I hope you find what you need in here and you get to destroy my ex best friend and any of his new allies.
BASH: Destruction won’t be necessary. Drago is not the enemy the DarkNET Society needs at this point. Creating more tension with management would result in an escalation to this conflict no one wants.
BASH: I will review the file you have in the cloud, and remember that donation to your vacation fund the next time your friend BASH calls. So pick up the phone.
BASH quickly hangs up the line and a large grin forms on face. BASH reaches into a pack of cigarettes on his desk and grabs a cigarette out. He begins spinning the cigarette for a moment in his fingers before placing it to his lips.
He grabs a lighter and lights the cigarette. He takes a couple of long drags before placing the cigarette in the ashtray. He turns his attention to his computer screen before the scene cuts to static.
OCW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP
PAUL PUGH vs. TONY EVERRETT*
Marisa Welch-Mac is seen stumbling backstage in her bikini. Holding onto the wall, trying to use it to assist her on her path. She grabs her head and mumbles something incoherent. She begins to scream.
Marisa: Nate! Where is my husband!?
She takes a seat on a nearby crate. Disoriented, she grasps her head with both hands in pain. She groans and leans back against the wall.
Just then OCW Correspondent, Stacy Clark comes running over to her with a towel in one hand and her microphone in the other. She wraps the towel around Marisa to cover her up. A look of concern on her face.
Stacy: Marisa, are you okay? What was that all about out there!?
Marisa: Do I seem okay, Stacy? No, I'm not okay. What the hell even happened!? I can’t remember.
Stacy: Well you were attacked by a woman we have not seen in an OCW ring in some while; Morgan Blackheart.
A puzzled look comes over Marisa. Confused as ever she responds to Miss Clark.
Marisa: What the hell..Morgan Blackheart? What? Why? Are you ribbing me, Stacy?
Stacy: Not at all. She returned and unfortunately she’s the one behind your assault.
Marisa: Ok, weird. ….Excuse me Stacy. I’m not feeling too well. I’m gonna go find my husband now.
Marisa slowly gets up and begins to take a few steps. All of a sudden a wave of nausea hits her and she bends over, puking all behind the crate she was sitting on. Stacy quickly holds Marisa’s hair back as she begins to yell out down the hallway.
Stacy: Get the medic. Hurry!
Stacy rubs Marisa’s back gently trying to comfort her. Marisa nudges her away abruptly and takes off down the hall frantically as the scene fades out.