The scene opens to a luxurious and pristine office of Our Hero. He sits in his chair with his feet on his his desk handling business as usual talking to VIP’s on the phone.
There’s a knock at the door and the door opens before Our Hero could even finish his conversation on the phone. In comes Tyson Wagner.
Our Hero: In New York we knock!
Tyson takes it upon himself to have a seat before the boss of OCW. Tyson leans back on the chair. Then he rests his arms over his stomach while locking his fingers together.
Cyborg: As you already know...BOSS...I like to do what I want and when I want around here. You knew this already!
Our Hero: That's all well and WAVY, but this isn't Old Navy, this is OCW and when you are under my roof you play by MY RULES, big man!
Cyborg: This is all your fault! You knew who you were signing! You knew the damage I can, I will, and I HAVE caused!
Cyborg: Two men formed a tag team against me during the match at Wrestlution and I destroyed them both!
Cyborg leans forward resting his elbows on his knees and showing The Boss HIS HANDS.
Cyborg: With both of these (Grunts). It’s something we have in common.
Our Hero: The only thing we have in common is we both have anger problems, NEVER COMPARE "GOD KILLER" (Our Hero's Left Hand) and "SOUL TAKER (Our Hero's Right Hand) To those 2 oatmeal cookies you call fists!
Cyborgn snorts dismissing Our Hero's Claims!
Cyborg: But now we got some new lunch meat thinking he can just walk around, slap me and get away with it.
Cyborg: Which felt like he splashed me with a bucket of ice water. It was cold, shocking and refreshing.
Cyborg shakes in his seat like he has the shivers.
Cyborg: This kid doesn’t know what he’s started!
Our Hero: This working my last nerver just for that you get an extra one week on your suspension!
Cyborg eerily calms continues!
Cyborg: One more week? Ok, I can accept that. After this suspension is uplifted I’m gonna challenge him at Savage Lands.
Our Hero shrugs.
Cyborg: Let’s see how he holds up when I’m unchained from this bureaucratic nonsense. The very reason I left Black Ops.
Cyborg rises from his seat and heads out the door.
On the other side of that door waiting is Telos. He’s been listening in on the conversation the entire time.
The door opens out towards the hallway. It impedes Cyborg’s sight from Telos who lurks behind that door.
As Cyborg closes the door...
Telos: Hey! Tyson!
Tyson stops in his tracks and turns slowly. Once he saw who he was Tyson starts to breath heavily awaiting a battle.
But in the back of his mind he knows he can’t touch him for one more week.
Cyborg: You got a lot of nerve showing up tonight. Get the hell out of my face.
Cyborg turns to walk away from Telos, avoiding any confrontation.
Telos grabs Cyborg’s shoulder, forcing them to face each other.
Telos: I told you before not to piss me off!
Telos grabs a bottle of water from a locker, takes a swig, then pours the rest on Cyborg’s motionless body.
Telos: Ahhh, that was….what was the word you used Tyson? “Refreshing”. (Laughs)
Telos: If there’s one thing I’ll give you credit for, it’s your propensity to will fate in whichever direction you see fit. So Savage Lands it is. I’ll make sure I wear my Sunday Best.
Scene fades to Tyson sprawled out cold on the ground.
The camera pans to the announce team.
GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!
WOAH!
Exiting the Riot stadium in New York, through the building's backdoor, Mistico would come to find a parked limo just outside.
Once the door behind the young luchador fully closed the driver would exit the vehicle and walks towards the back where he would suggest Mistico to enter
Unknown Driver: “Por favor, él está esperando…”
Looking at the driver with slight confusion Mistico would reposition his shoulder bag before slowly entering the limo. As he sat down the door would be closed shut which would make Mistico’s
main focus now be brought upon a large figure
???: “Hola otra vez mi amigo, ha pasado mucho tiempo ¿no?”
Mistico: “Tiene, ¿qué haces aquí? ¿Especialmente después de lo que hiciste en México?”
???: “Escucha, México ... Eso está en el pasado. Vengo hasta aquí para enmendar, una vez más, ofrecerte la oportunidad de unirte a mi familia.”
Mistico: “¿Por qué debería unirme a tu familia si no tiene importancia en Estados Unidos?”
???: “Porque ... contigo en mi familia no solo nos representarás a la familia ... también estarás aquí para representar a México.”
The large masked man would pause as he pours two glasses of tequila and handed one to Mistico
???: “He visto tus partidos Mistico y son geniales, pero has perdido una cosa ... la cosa más importante que hace que los luchadores sean geniales ... Tus raíces mexicanas.”
Mistico: "¿Qué quieres decir con que perdí mis raíces? Todo lo que hago en ese anillo es para mi gente. Cuando gané ese título? Fue para ellos. Cuando puse mi cuerpo en la línea en ese anillo? Es para ellos. Soy la encarnación de un verdadero guerrero mexicano.”
Mistico took the tequila, looking at it before he drank it.
???: "Sí, es cierto, pero la gente ve que ... la gente ve al joven guerrero que México trajo a su cuadrilátero ... la gente te respeta como una pelea entre sus propios luchadores o simplemente te ven como un tipo con una máscara ... De eso estoy hablando Mistico ... es hora de que todos sepan tu nombre y ahora que eres un tacón ... ¿cuál es la mejor manera de hacerlo? notoria familia de tacones en México?”
Mistico: “Puede que tengas razón, pero no estoy diciendo que sí. Tendrás que darme un tiempo para pensarlo.”
???: “Vea que este es el problema con usted ... Nunca se sabe cuándo tomar la mejor oferta ... Pero lo entiendo. Solo te daré hasta tu próximo partido para decidir…”
The masked man would take a sip of his drink before leaning back into his chair and staring at Mistico
???: “Puedes irte ahora …”
Mistico: “Supongo que sí. Volvere a ti.”
Mistico then opened the door and got out, looking at his car befor walking over and getting inside and driving away.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Pero Que?
This ain't TELEMUNDO! Claro Que Si, B!
Cort Marshall vs ??????
The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh man!
Blow for blow! like WOAH!
Scene Opens up outside the arena where there is a flock of crows circling high above the box that Code Jackman has been staying in since Wrex put him in there.
Code Jackman: Finally, I have the battery charged for this GoPro.
Jackman begins to think of what to talk about for his vlog as he wipes the sweat off his head and rubs dirt out of his eyes.
Code Jackman: I have been in this box now for 11 days. I have not showered or shaved in 12 days I feel disgusting.
Jackman begins to open the box lid to look outside.
Code Jackman: You see those crows up there. They talk to me they say I need to change. A change that will happen and already has been happening. See I grew out this beard so that is step one. Turmoil you will see what step two looks like.
Jackman begins to laugh and looks up to the crows as he starts to yell.
Code Jackman: IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT? YES, IT IS!
Jackman drops the GoPro and it breaks as the segment ends.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Man get beat by a redneck then go back in the box!
