The scene opens up to Danny Watts sitting down in the locker room, watching back the Wrex vs. B17 match that just happened a few minutes ago.
Danny Watts: You know, in the last few weeks, I’ve been in the ring with these two men and we beat the hell out of each other, and I stood tall in my match against Wrex and even held my own against B17.
Danny smirks as he pauses the video on his phone and looks at the camera.
Danny Watts: But, these two men are just like me. They have both beaten the hell out of #Austin Lee.
Danny laughs hysterically as he begins slapping his knee. Finally settling himself down, he begins to speak again.
Danny Watts: Sorry, sorry. That was rude of me. But, I’m not wrong.
Watts: Lee cowers in fear when he sees me, he cries for help because just like his “friend’ Wrex, he’s old and can’t cut it with the younger guys like me anymore. I’ve beaten and battered him even when he attacked me first. I still come out on top……#Austin Lee you’ll never be as good as you once was, and you will never be as good as me.
Watts gets up and goes out of shot of the camera as the scene fades.
Antonio Everrett walks into frame, practicing some last minute drills near gorilla position before his match with Cort Marshall in the main event. His new t-shirt tucked into his trunks, his Light Heavyweight Championship is fastened tightly around his waist.
As he’s training, all the light in the room seemingly goes dark. Not from some sort of power outage, but because three looming shadows have formed around Antonio and are beginning to circle around Everrett.
Everrett: Guys, guys? What are we trying to do here?
The figures get closer.
Everrett: I really wouldn’t recommend taking one more step, lads, I’m gonna be honest.
Everrett has shifted to a defensive stance and is attempting to focus his attention on all three at the same time.
Sparks: You really need to work on your trash talk, Antonio.
Everrett begins laughing.
Everrett: Oh, of course it would be you.
Sparks steps out from in between the figures. They have stopped moving towards Ev, but still look imposing as a form of protective barrier over Sparks.
Sparks: You never answered my offer, Antonio. How could you be so rude to ignore me in your time of need?
Everrett: I don’t owe you shit, mate. So don’t you try and manipulate my words or my actions, I think I was actually pretty clear to be honest.
Sparks: I think your inability to communicate with your peers has cost you in more than one way, am I right?
Everrett: You don’t get to speak about that shit you-
Everrett angrily lashes out at Sparks, but Sparks, clearly expecting it, ducks behind his three bodyguards, who begin to restrain Everrett. Sparks takes advantage and socks Ev in the jaw.
Sparks: I wasn’t finished. You continue to -
El Parca: I don’t think so puntos!
Suddenly the camera shifts and focuses on El Parca. Who sprints from the end of the corridor. He climbs nimbly up some stacked boxes and hits a gigantic crossbody onto the four men, knocking them all down.
Everrett is able to get to his feet first, he quickly tries to lift Parca away from the melee, but two of the bodyguards grab Ev from behind and hold him back. Sparks and the other guard turn their attention to Parca.
Sparks: Oh, how nice of the Luchadore to join us. Let’s make an example out of him.
Sparks begins wailing onto Parca as Everrett is held back. Sparks hits Parca with a heavily assisted bingo punch and leaves him in a heap on the floor.
Everrett: You pricks!
Everrett gets thrown to the ground.
Sparks: Let’s go, wouldn’t want to spoil our champion’s main event, would we?
The guards nod in compliance and leave the International Powers on the floor. Everrett is able to quickly recover but Parca is breathing heavily and unable to stand.
Everrett: Shit, someone come and help for Christ’s sake!
Voice from Gorilla:Everrett! We need you here right now!
Everrett quickly shifts his attention to the curtain, but then continues glancing around for help.
Everrett: Shit, I can’t just leave you here.
El Parca: No, no, no, amigo go! I’ll be fine I promise. You need to go out and there and compete!
Everrett looks heavily conflicted.
Voice:NOW!
Everrett: Piss off I’ll be there in a second!
Everrett lifts up Parca into a sitting position and leans him against the wall. He presses his head against Parca’s mask.
Everrett: You get yourself to medical right now. I’ve got a match, but just know, this one's for you.
Everrett gently slaps Parca’s chest multiple times and frantically makes his way to gorilla.
