El Segador placed his arms around them foxy young ladies as Stacy Clark stepped through the ropes. The music dies down as Stacy Speaks.
Stacy: Segador, where have you been? After getting off to a strong start, you just sort of went dark.
Segador looks between the young ladies and one whispers in his ear. He whispers back.
Woman: Segador was in a dark place. He needed to find his happy place. The dark a brooding thing was getting him nowhere.
Segador is just here to kick ass and have fun.
Woman 2: And he’s already kicked ass. When Jookie wakes up, let him know Segador says ‘anywhere and anytime.’
Woman: Excuse us, Stacy.
Segador’s music hits and he walks off with the young ladies.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh lord!
TRANQUILO!, Charles, TRAN QUUUUUILO!!!
*A woman can be heard screaming frantically from one of the locker rooms in the hallway,, Crowe and Winters come bursting in through the door and they see Crossbones sat on a table, knees up in his chest, his head between them, mumbling to himself.
Pyra screams loudly again from the bathroom, the 2 go running in and see her lying on the floor, frozen, covered in blood, a big slide mark on the floor where she has slipped in blood, with more blood dripping down onto her, as Winters kneels down to help her, they both look up and see a severed pigs head hanging from the light fitting in the room, a small note with a nail through it in one of it's eye sockets, the head is freshly severed as the blood is still dripping down onto the floor.*
Crowe: What in the hell?
Pyra: Get me up!! get me out of here!!
Winters helps her up and begins to try and wipe her down.
Pyra: DON'T TOUCH ME!!
She pushes him away and makes her way over to the sink, and starts to try and wash herself off.
Crowe: What the hell happened in here? and what's up with him? *he nods towards Bones*
Pyra: I have no idea, I came in, turned the light on and slipped on my ass and then, well.....LOOK AT ME!!
Winters: Bones, he Bones, what happened in here.
They all turn to look at Bones who is still rocking away ontop of the table.
Bones: 3 went in, 1 came out, 3 went in, 1 came out......The beach fell......Nowhere to call home, must ask questions.
He slowly raises his left arm and points up to the pigs head.
Crowe reaches up and removes the note pinned in its eye socket, he examines it and then hands it to Winters.
Winters: What the hell is this?
He holds it out towards Bones.
Bones: That be the Black Spot! Doomed be we all, doooooomed.
Crowe: Enough of this nonesense, it's a piece of paper, somebody is playing games.
Winters turns the paper over.
Winters: Wait a minute, there's something written on the back.
Bones: TETS!!
They all look over to Bones, who is now stood upright, completely at attention.
Crowe: Something to add Bones?
???: I'm sorry, 'Bones isn't here right now
Crowe: Huh?
Pyra: Oh god, not this again.
???: A lion keeps no den, because the Savanna, all the space within it, everything that walks and crawls upon it belongs to him.
Crowe: What's that supposed to mean?
Winters: It's on the back of the note, how did you know it said that?
???: I knew him before, before he was long.
???: TETS!
Crowe: You're not making any damn sense man.
Bones: They be comin', I warned ye..I tried to warn ye.
Crowe: Bones? Well thanks for gracing us with your presence once again, now are you gonna help us clean this up, or stand there spouting riddles and nonsense all day?
Bones: How do ye keep a secret between 3 men?
Pyra: What?
Bones: ANSWER ME GOD DAMMIT!!
Pyra: Erm, I have no idea.
Bones: Kill the other 2!!
He jumps back up on the table, raises his knees to his chest and begins rocking once again, leaving the other 3 completely confused as they try and clean up what looks like a horror scene from a movie.
The camera pans to the announce team.
What in the hell!
That butcher is gonna be pissed!
Lotus FloJo vs Karisa Dawson
The camera pans to the announce team.
These two really went for it!
One mistake cost her dearly!
[Timestamp 4:30am Pacific Friday 11/24/17]
The sun has not peeked thru any of the windows of this Las Vegas condo just yet. But we already hear some stirring. We transition to the bedroom where one figure remained mostly motionless in bed while another is sitting on the edge of the bed.
The figures very long hair is covering his face. Well, it’s not like you can see who it is anyways because it’s dark, but I digress.
The figure reaches for some kind of elastic that was around it’s wrist to pull the hair away from it’s face. Once secure, the figure stands and walks out of the room. The figure cracks the door open and then you hear a voice from behind the figure.
Voice (Softly): DIMMMMYYYYYY…. What time is it?
No matter what time of day, the voice of Lacy Love will make nails on a chalkboard sound like Mozart.
Dimsmore: It’s 4:40am…. Gotta get my workout in.
Lacy (Still not fully awake): Please be carefu…. Zzzzzzzzzzz
Dimsmore just shakes his head and quietly closes the door behind him. Then we see the lights turn on in their home gym down in the basement.
Dimsmore places his towel and water jug down on an end table near the door. There seems to be some kind of package on the table already. Dimsmore picks it up and is looking at the return address on it. It reads..
B.S.M.G.
P.O. Box 393
Jersey City, NJ 70302
Dimsmore cracks open the box. And inside are two items. One is another smaller box and the other is an index card with a phone number on it from the 201 area code.
The message under the number says “Any questions, Call me” and it’s signed B.S.M.G.
Dimsmore seems to be thinking long and hard about opening the second box. Does he already know what the contents are? Either way he places the boxes back on the table and begins his workout.
Now we montage thru many different exercises. Some cardio on the stationary bike, the cling and jerk with some free weights, Squats on the squat rack and finishing with some inclined bench press.
Dimsmore racks the bar and sits up on the bench. Sweat beads dripping off of his beard. His Nike Pro Combat sleeveless shirts is soaked.
He stands up and heads back over to the table near the door. Dimsmore begins to drink the last of the water from his jug and has his towel in his other hand.
He continues to eye the box contents out of the corner of his eye. But he resists and makes his way to the shower on the other side of the room.
Dimsmore emerges from the shower with one towel around his neck, drying off his torso and arms with another. He is also keeping it PG by wearing a different pair of shorts and Nike slides on his feet.
Lacy (Over an intercom): DIMMMYYY, Breakfast!!
It’s about 7:15am PST now, the sun is glaring thru the basement windows. Dimsmore walks over to the intercom receiver to respond to Lacy.
Dimsmore: I’ll be up in a minute. I gotta make a phone call.
Dimsmore walks back over to the box he opened. He picks up the index card with the phone number on it again. After a semi-long pause, he pulls out his phone and dials the number. You can faintly hear the phone ring thru the earpiece.
Voice: Yeah?
Dimsmore: It’s Dims.
Voice: What’s it goin’ be?
Dimsmore: That match with JackMo took a lot out of me. So, I think it’s time.
Voice: Ha ha. My man, I knew it did.
Dimsmore: Walk me thru it. I’m gonna need all the edge I can get for Mugen this coming Riot.
Voice: Let’s get it then.
Dimsmore grabs the smaller box and heads back upstairs. The camera slowly backs away from the door to show the entire gym area. After about a minute, the lights shut off as we head back to ringside.
