We open to a dark room, only little rays of sunshine through cracks in the drapes illuminate the room. Luggage can be seen strewn across the floor and the logo of the DarkNET Society comes into focus.
Suddenly the door to the room barges open. A small figure walks through the door and flips the lights on. Revealing herself to be Perl as she gazes in on BASH. BASH still lay there motionless before Perl lets out a loud scream.
Perl: BASH are you really going to sleep all day?
Perl shakes her and makes a less than enthused face.
Perl: So you didn’t beat him… I lost to a bitch that got her wrestling gear from her grandmother's closet last week.
BASH starts to move in his bed and sits up making eye contact with Perl.
Perl: It’s time you move on with your life. Come back to B17 later if you have to.
BASH shakes his head in disapproval. There is a side table with a drawer that BASH opens next to his bed. BASH grabs two cups from the drawer and walks over to a counter with a coffee machine.
BASH: Coffee?
Perl shrugs before answering.
Perl: Sure, you know how I like it.
As the coffee brews the leader of DNS runs his hands across his eyes in an effort to wake up quickly. BASH begins stretching and audible noises of bone on bone contact echo throughout the hotel room.
Perl walks over and begins examining BASH closely. She takes a look at BASH’s right knee. Perl slowly runs her hand down the knee feeling the massive amount swelling.
Perl: You should get that looked at. My guy who did my nose has a guy.
The coffee finishes brewing and BASH pours two cups. He adds some cream and sugar, then hands Perl her cup.
BASH: I am working on something for the knee. I have been working at coding my latest creation. It’s not yet complete but once it is…
BASH lets out a loud evil laugh.
BASH: I will have the edge over B17 and the natural healing process of course.
Perl: I wouldn’t conduct human testing on yourself. Someone like Coby Hogan would be perfect for stuff like that.
BASH: I don’t have the time to waste. The wrath of the code must be felt by B17.
BASH walks over to his desk, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and pulling one out and lighting it. He takes a large drag, exhaling it before continuing his speech.
BASH: I will not rest until I take everything from him. Taking a championship isn’t enough. This isn’t about the title. This is about my obsession.
BASH: I never fail to conquer the thing that garners my attention. Behind the keyboard it’s so natural.
BASH takes another long drag of his cigarette.
BASH: Failure after failure has led me here. I must tap into every resource and ounce of power my brain has to overcome this obstacle.
Perl grabs BASH by the hands and looks him in the eyes.
Perl: I am not telling you what to do, but I am telling you what to do here. Drop the whole B17 thing. Find yourself a new target.
Perl: Before you do all of that though, I am going to need you to take me out to dinner. Because I am hungry and getting angry quickly.
BASH: Failure is not an option, success at all costs is the only way.
BASH sets down his coffee cup and finds the closest ashtray. He extinguishes the cigarette, swiftly throwing on a shirt and some nearby pants. A greenbar commercial plays as the two exit the room.
