Kayfabe The Backstage Thread

[Sanic]

Andersen Vega's looking down at Will's hand, and then looks up at Will's face.
Vega: Uh, Well... It was going fine up until you came up to me. Uh, sorry, who're you again? Will Wheaton, is it?

*Will Neilson looks up at him, he has a smile on his face, but is clutching his breifcase tighter as he is expecting some sort of fight to break out.*

Will: I'm actually quite surprised. I don't even know who the fuck you are, and you somehow near enough know my name. If you didn't catch it before, it's Will Neilson. This right here... *Holds up briefcase and shows it to Vega.* is something you might be familiar with, the Money in the Bank briefcase! Pretty cool isn't it? *Vega looks at it and grabs it off of Neilson, and stares at it for a couple of seconds (just like Rhysy Boy.) before giving it back to Neilson.* Woah slow it man! You can't just be stealing my briefcase from me like that I mea...

*Andersen Vega pushes Will onto the floor and stares down at him, he looks like he is about to fight him, but decides against it by walking away, only after kicking Neilson a quick kick to the ankle. The camera focuses back to Will, he gets up and walks to his locker room and then enters his locker room.*

Will: Jesus Christ, so many people want this briefcase, next thing you know my...

*Will then gets suddenly ambushed by an unknown man. The man, delivers quick and power knees to Neilson's gut, Rhys Haze suddenly runs in and begins to pound in the punches, the unknown man overpowers him and spears him into a locker. The man gets off of Rhys and looks at Will, he takes a strip of paper from his pocket and lays it on Will's chest. The camera zooms in and the paper says "HeLl iS c0mInG. cAn YoU 5tOp 1t?" The camera turns round and it shows Rhys lying by the locker with an image of what appears to be a two boys standing next to each other, their faces are blurred out and in their place is a picture of Will Neilson's face and the face of what seems to be a devil. The man is nowhere to be seen. The camera fades to black as the segment ends.*

OOC:
Okay... before everyone starts freaking out. The segment at the end involves something that I am planning, don't worry about it.

 

[Welsh-Wizard-97]

*Will Neilson looks up at him, he has a smile on his face, but is clutching his breifcase tighter as he is expecting some sort of fight to break out.*

Will: I'm actually quite surprised. I don't even know who the fuck you are, and you somehow near enough know my name. If you didn't catch it before, it's Will Neilson. This right here... *Holds up briefcase and shows it to Vega.* is something you might be familiar with, the Money in the Bank briefcase! Pretty cool isn't it? *Vega has no reaction and continues to look confused.* I can already tell you want me to stop this conversation with you. See you around and I hope we meet again, your quite the guy.

*Andersen Vega is extremely confused, he's just met Will and he already thinks quite weirdly of him. The camera focuses back to Will, he enters his locker room but then gets suddenly ambushed by an unknown man. The man, delivers quick and power knees to Neilson's gut, Rhys Haze suddenly runs in and begins to pound in the punches, the unknown man overpowers him and spears him into a locker. The man gets off of Rhys and looks at Will, he takes a strip of paper from his pocket and lays it on Will's chest. The camera zooms in and the paper says "HeLl iS c0mInG. cAn YoU 5tOp 1t?" The camera turns round and it shows Rhys lying by the locker with an image of what appears to be a devil. The camera fades to black as the segment ends.*

OOC:
Okay... before everyone starts freaking out. The segment at the end involves something that I am planning, don't worry about it.

Vega hears all the tussling in Will's locker room and a smile forms on his face and he lets off a chuckle before speaking to himself.
Vega: Well, that was almost cool Will... Almost.
Vega shakes his head in a "You fucking idiot" kind of way before walking off to prepare for his match.

OOC: Had to reply somehow... Can't have Vega standing there looking like a dribble chin forever.

 

[SupaHeeroh]

*Reginald and Buster Gates are standing backstage.*
Reginald: Are you ready to go out there? I found some cleaner guy to take your place.
Buster Gates: Don't bother... I've got this one...
Reginald: Are you sure sir? You have yet to lose a match, are you sure you want to risk it?
Buster Gates: No, no... Trust me... I think it's time.
Reginald: Time for what?
*Buster smiles.*
Buster Gates: Time to reveal exactly why I shouldn't be messed with.
Reginald: I see... Should I inform our associate?
Buster Gates: Yeah. Tell him to be ready.
Reginald: Very well.
*Reginald walks away from Buster. The camera fades to black.*

 

[Sanic]

*Fully Loaded, Saturday Night Precision's third pay-per-view. Backstage Victor Sokolov is preparing for his Last Man Standing match against Anthony Sharpe.*

Victor: Unbeatable.... tonight I will prove that to Anthony Sharpe and everyone in this building! I haven't lost a single match since arriving in this company. If competition is too weak... I'll have to look elsewhere for stronger opponents to face. I just have to hope Slimeball Sharpe puts up a fucking fight...

*There is a knock at the door, Victor slowly gets up, he is clearly frustrated.*

Victor: Jesus Christ.... who the fuck thinks it is a good idea to knock on my locker room doo... *Door swings open* Woah, didn't except you to be the person standing here. *Waits for a bit* So... you want to talk to me or what?

OOC:
The Anarchist

Not Open Interraction.

 

[The Anarchist]

*Fully Loaded, Saturday Night Precision's third pay-per-view. Backstage Victor Sokolov is preparing for his Last Man Standing match against Anthony Sharpe.*

Victor: Unbeatable.... tonight I will prove that to Anthony Sharpe and everyone in this building! I haven't lost a single match since arriving in this company. If competition is too weak... I'll have to look elsewhere for stronger opponents to face. I just have to hope Slimeball Sharpe puts up a fucking fight...

*There is a knock at the door, Victor slowly gets up, he is clearly frustrated.*

Victor: Jesus Christ.... who the fuck thinks it is a good idea to knock on my locker room doo... *Door swings open* Woah, didn't except you to be the person standing here. *Waits for a bit* So... you want to talk to me or what?

OOC:
The Anarchist

Not Open Interraction.

Anarchist stands and the door and walks in and sits on a seat In the room
Oh hi, I guess you already know who I am so I'm not gonna introduce myself. However I will give you some veteran advice. You can take it or leave it but I'm gonna give you a little hand. Anthony Sharpe was been trained in my backyard by myself and Tony so I know what it takes to beat him.
Victor looks shocked and thinks why is Anarchist helping me
So. We both know that he's gonna be resilient and watch out for his kicks
Anarchist looks over to the camera man that is paring through the door
GET OUT, THIS IS PRIVATE GET OUT
As the door closes you can hear mumbles of the men talking

 

[Sanic]

Anarchist stands and the door and walks in and sits on a seat In the room
Oh hi, I guess you already know who I am so I'm not gonna introduce myself. However I will give you some veteran advice. You can take it or leave it but I'm gonna give you a little hand. Anthony Sharpe was been trained in my backyard by myself and Tony so I know what it takes to beat him.
Victor looks shocked and thinks why is Anarchist helping me
So. We both know that he's gonna be resilient and watch out for his kicks
Anarchist looks over to the camera man that is paring through the door
GET OUT, THIS IS PRIVATE GET OUT
As the door closes you can hear mumbles of the men talking

Anarchist: Hey! Stop it man!

*The camera shows Anarchist being pushed out of his locker room by Victor Sokolov, Anarchist pushes Victor away and stands only a few feet away from him*

Victor: I'm sorry... you call yourself a veteran?! Your far from one big boy! You think you know everything because you trained Sharpe... but the advice you've given me is all shit! I have no friends in this company, and just because you are a legend doesn't mean I have to be friends with you, or respect you! Now please fuck off, and leave me alone. Dick.

*Anarchist is infuriated and slaps Victor, Victor laughs, but Anatchist quickly wrestles him to the ground and starts to punch him. Officials and other staff attempt to get Anarchist off of Victor and succeed. Anarchist gives Victor the middle fingers before walking away, pushing officials out of his way.*

Victor: *slowly stands up* One quick message.... tell.... Anthony... I'll deal with him tonight....and also.... tell him... he will never wrestle again.

*Anarchist ignores Victor, and the camera shows him walk into Anthony Sharpe's locker room. He slams the door shut and the camera fades to black.*

End of Segment

 

[Sanic]

*Victor Sokolov is walking backstage, he just defeated Anthony Sharpe in a Last Man Standing match. However, after the match he was jumped and attacked by an unknown assailant (WATCH THE END OF MY MATCH VIDEO, should be uploaded in 20 mins ish.) he sets off to find out who it was.*

Victor: FUCK! God fucking damn it! Who in their right mind thinks it is a good idea to jump me! I mean... I jumped Will Neilson... but that was for a reason! This was uncalled for and I'm going straight to that fucking general manger to sort this shit out! Jesus Christ... in terms of who it could be... he was fairly small... that rules out Buster Gates and Ryan Blake. It definitely couldn't of been Anthony or his stupid friend... Anarchist is too tall and Andersen Vega doesn't have any issues with me at all.

*Victor pulls out a notepad and writes a few names down on it.*

Victor: Fuck me... detective Victor is on the case. Jack Rouge... Blade... Chris Young.... Rhys Haze. I'm ruling out Chris, didn't see him in the building tonight. The Blade? I'm technically a villain but I haven't even heard of the bloke and he hasn't heard of me. Rouge and Haze, both of them could of easily done it. Rhys Ha... *Footsteps running down the corridor.*

Victor: HEEEY! Come back! Fuck. Right... who cares who did it. I'll find out next week....

*Victor walks out to the carpark and gets in his car and drives of, the camera zooms to the shadow of an unknown man.*

???: The Devil.... you can't stay round for long. Tonight, was the warning. Summerslam will be your demise.

*The man walks off leaving the clothes he used to attack Victor, on the shoes there are just two initials "RH".*

 

[Sanic]

*Victor is walking down the corridor backstage.... what else do you expect? He suddenly hides round a corner as he seems to have spotted someone.*

Victor: Hey.... it's the little shit himself... Rhys Haze. Is he on the phone or something? *Victor hears his name being mentioned by Rhys.* He's talking about me eh? I'd love to hear in on this....

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[Solarxpixel]

*Victor is walking down the corridor backstage.... what else do you expect? He suddenly hides round a corner as he seems to have spotted someone.*

Victor: Hey.... it's the little shit himself... Rhys Haze. Is he on the phone or something? *Victor hears his name being mentioned by Rhys.* He's talking about me eh? I'd love to hear in on this....

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*Rhys is sat on some equipment crates talking to someone over the phone.*
Rhys: Yeah... I lost in the steel cage. Victor just keeps getting the best of me, breaking my spirit more and more each week. All I want right now is to beat this asshole and send him back to hell.
???: *They talk back to Rhys and respond...*
Rhys: He's crazy! He's getting stronger every week and nobody can stop him it seems. Have you seen his newest friend? He calls him 'Mr. Tree', its literally a broken stick from a tree! Like what the hell?
???: *They talk back to Rhys and respond... (Again)*
Rhys: Aha yeah, he is just a psychopath. Hopefully someone in this company realises that this guy is messed up in the head and needs to be fired. He deserves no place here in Precision. If nobody steps in to deal with this scum bag who knows what could happen to the other guys on the roster. Anyway, I've got to go. I've got a title shot tonight in a fatal 4 way match. I'm gonna try my hardest but after my match with Victor last week... I'm just tired man. Take care, bye.
???: Cya.
*Rhys ends the call and jumps off the crates he was sat on and starts psyching himself up for his match.*

 

[Sanic]

*Rhys is sat on some equipment crates talking to someone over the phone.*
Rhys: Yeah... I lost in the steel cage. Victor just keeps getting the best of me, breaking my spirit more and more each week. All I want right now is to beat this asshole and send him back to hell.
???: *They talk back to Rhys and respond...*
Rhys: He's crazy! He's getting stronger every week and nobody can stop him it seems. Have you seen his newest friend? He calls him 'Mr. Tree', its literally a broken stick from a tree! Like what the hell?
???: *They talk back to Rhys and respond... (Again)*
Rhys: Aha yeah, he is just a psychopath. Hopefully someone in this company realises that this guy is messed up in the head and needs to be fired. He deserves no place here in Precision. If nobody steps in to deal with this scum bag who knows what could happen to the other guys on the roster. Anyway, I've got to go. I've got a title shot tonight in a fatal 4 way match. I'm gonna try my hardest but after my match with Victor last week... I'm just tired man. Take care, bye.
???: Cya.
*Rhys ends the call and jumps off the crates he was sat on and starts psyching himself up for his match.*

*After Rhys ends the call and jumps off the crates he walks back to the building, as if he had just arrived. Victor walks to him and shoulder barges him, nearly knocking Haze to the ground.*

Victor: Be careful where you going Haze... don't want you hurt for tonight's fatal 4 way match. *Rhys easily detects the sarcasm in Victor's voice.* Actually.... your coming with me. This way now.... *Rhys is unsure but accepts, he knows Victor has heard the phone call and knows if he didn't come with him, he wouldn't be up and ready for his European title shot.* In here...

*Victor opens the door, it's a familiar room, the one Victor is always seen in, when he sends a cryptic message to the WWEF universe. Haze looks around a bit, but looks back at a smiling Victor who shoves him in and locks the door. Victor walks away, leaving Rhys in the darkness.*

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[Solarxpixel]

*After Rhys ends the call and jumps off the crates he walks back to the building, as if he had just arrived. Victor walks to him and shoulder barges him, nearly knocking Haze to the ground.*

Victor: Be careful where you going Haze... don't want you hurt for tonight's fatal 4 way match. *Rhys easily detects the sarcasm in Victor's voice.* Actually.... your coming with me. This way now.... *Rhys is unsure but accepts, he knows Victor has heard the phone call and knows if he didn't come with him, he wouldn't be up and ready for his European title shot.* In here...

*Victor opens the door, it's a familiar room, the one Victor is always seen in, when he sends a cryptic message to the WWEF universe. Haze looks around a bit, but looks back at a smiling Victor who shoves him in and locks the door. Victor walks away, leaving Rhys in the darkness.*

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*Rhys starts slamming and kicking the locked door with no chance of opening. Rhys gives up and slides to the ground with his back against the door*
Rhys: *Talking to himself* Victor you son of a bitch... *Rhys begins searching this room backstage which Victor possesses for any means of escape, he is desperate to get out for his match* Why did I come here dammit, what was I even expecting?
*Everything goes dark in the room for a few seconds, then there is a quick red flash Rhys hears a demonic laugh. Rhys sees a note on the wall now... stuck and held there by a knife?!*
Rhys: What?! That wasn't there before... What the actual hell? *Rhys is shaking from fear as he approaches the note. He pulls the knife out the wall which drips red liquid* B-- Blood? *He throws the bleeding knife away and catches the falling note* *The note is written in red ink, or once again... Blood.* "LITTLE RHYS. THIS NIGHTMARE WILL NEVER END. VISIT MY DOMAIN. ENTER THE DEVIL'S PLAYGROUND. SUMMERSLAM." *Rhys tears the note in rage, but takes a giant gulp after being horrified by the note. The scraps of paper drop to the ground as the locked door opens out of thin air with no sign of Victor.*
Rhys turns his head to look out the door with a determined look on his face.
-END OF SEGMENT-

 

[AfricanScatMahn]

*The Scat is walking around the backstage area looking for something to do. All the workers and technical team stop what they're doing and are in complete shocked to see The Scat walking around these parts without a scheduled match. The Scat senses he's being stared at, but ignores it and continues to walk on. The Scat finds a stand selling bottles of water... The Scat approaches the stand.*

The Scat: Hey

*the bottle seller gets very nerves and struggling to get his words out.*

TBS: ye..... yes, Th.. Um Mr Scat... What.. em what can i d.. do for you ?

The Scat: Bottle of Water... Can I have one ?

TBS: Um.... Ye.. Yeah sure.. *TBS hands The Scat the water.* That'll be $2.50

*The Scat stares at TBS and takes a sip of his water. TBS back looks scared.*

TBS; Infact um... consider it on the house.

*The Scat takes another sip and nods, then goes to his left when he is bumped into......... The Scat looks up.*

Spoiler: OOC:

Open to any and everyone... who's active in the league.

 

[Welsh-Wizard-97]

*The Scat is walking around the backstage area looking for something to do. All the workers and technical team stop what they're doing and are in complete shocked to see The Scat walking around these parts without a scheduled match. The Scat senses he's being stared at, but ignores it and continues to walk on. The Scat finds a stand selling bottles of water... The Scat approaches the stand.*

The Scat: Hey

*the bottle seller gets very nerves and struggling to get his words out.*

TBS: ye..... yes, Th.. Um Mr Scat... What.. em what can i d.. do for you ?

The Scat: Bottle of Water... Can I have one ?

TBS: Um.... Ye.. Yeah sure.. *TBS hands The Scat the water.* That'll be $2.50

*The Scat stares at TBS and takes a sip of his water. TBS back looks scared.*

TBS; Infact um... consider it on the house.

*The Scat takes another sip and nods, then goes to his left when he is bumped into......... The Scat looks up.*

Spoiler: OOC:

Open to any and everyone... who's active in the league.

The Scat looks up and sees someone that he may not have wanted to bump into in Precision. Andersen Vega has just lost his Fatal-4-Way European Championship match and isn't in the best of moods, so to see the man that put him on the shelf for nearly a year and did so many dastardly things to his family may not lighten that mood. The Scat, speaking in his return about all the dastardly things that he regrets, the things that he knows that he could never get forgiveness for doesn't quite know how to respond either. Both men just stare at each other, neither flinching. The Scat however, tries to break this silence.

Spoiler: OOC

Nobody else reply to this, you've had your chances and you didn't take them so fuck off. AfricanScatMahn lets have a good one.

 

[AfricanScatMahn]

The Scat looks up and sees someone that he may not have wanted to bump into in Precision. Andersen Vega has just lost his Fatal-4-Way European Championship match and isn't in the best of moods, so to see the man that put him on the shelf for nearly a year and did so many dastardly things to his family may not lighten that mood. The Scat, speaking in his return about all the dastardly things that he regrets, the things that he knows that he could never get forgiveness for doesn't quite know how to respond either. Both men just stare at each other, neither flinching. The Scat however, tries to break this silence.

Spoiler: OOC

Nobody else reply to this, you've had your chances and you didn't take them so fuck off. AfricanScatMahn lets have a good one.

The Scat: Vega

*Vega doesn't move or reply. The Scat even tries to walk away but Vega is having none of it and continues to stare him down and be in his way. The Scat avoids eye contact, puts his left hand in his pocket and looks around with Vega still staring. The Scat then tries to break the awkwardness.*

The Scat: Hey about what happened in your european championship match, that was really bad luck man. It was honestly a real effort and nothing to be angry about. I know you gave up a championship of your own just to be in it.. Just unfortunate that chance didn't pay off.

*Anderson Vega says nothing and continues to stare The Scat down. After a good 30 seconds of standing and avoiding eye contact. The Scat has had enough and looks directly at Vega making eye contact.*

The Scat: What is it you want Vega ?. Cause whatever happened in the past, you can't say anything worse than I already said to myself.

 

[Welsh-Wizard-97]

The Scat: Vega

*Vega doesn't move or reply. The Scat even tries to walk away but Vega is having none of it and continues to stare him down and be in his way. The Scat avoids eye contact, puts his left hand in his pocket and looks around with Vega still staring. The Scat then tries to break the awkwardness.*

The Scat: Hey about what happened in your european championship match, that was really bad luck man. It was honestly a real effort and nothing to be angry about. I know you gave up a championship of your own just to be in it.. Just unfortunate that chance didn't pay off.

*Anderson Vega says nothing and continues to stare The Scat down. After a good 30 seconds of standing and avoiding eye contact. The Scat has had enough and looks directly at Vega making eye contact.*

The Scat: What is it you want Vega ?. Cause whatever happened in the past, you can't say anything worse than I already said to myself.

Andersen: Oh poor you. You must feel so fucking bad. Ya know Scat, I'm not even mad at what you've done to me. Any wrestler's career can end at any moment, that's the risk we take. But the fact that you can commit the acts that you committed to my family and still be able to look me in the freaking eyes makes me sick to my stomach. You come back and you want a title shot as if you deserve it. Scat it doesn't matter how good of a wrestler you are, with what you've done you don't deserve anything but a miserable life and a painful death you sick bastard! How dare you! Have you ever thought for one second how your actions effected my sister Kasey? How she must've felt having to watch her mother's coffin burn at your hands. And ya know, I don't even know what happened afterwards Scat because she still doesn't talk about it to this day. You don't deserve to be here and if you felt as bad as you claim you do you fucking wouldn't. You'd do the entire world a favour and kill yourself but nah, you wouldn't because despite what you say you don't give a flying fuck what you've done you heartless bastard! How dare you look me in the eyes you mother...

Andersen, overcome with sheer anger, slaps Scat right across the face, sending him staggering back a step or two.

AfricanScatMahn

 

[AfricanScatMahn]

Andersen: Oh poor you. You must feel so fucking bad. Ya know Scat, I'm not even mad at what you've done to me. Any wrestler's career can end at any moment, that's the risk we take. But the fact that you can commit the acts that you committed to my family and still be able to look me in the freaking eyes makes me sick to my stomach. You come back and you want a title shot as if you deserve it. Scat it doesn't matter how good of a wrestler you are, with what you've done you don't deserve anything but a miserable life and a painful death you sick bastard! How dare you! Have you ever thought for one second how your actions effected my sister Kasey? How she must've felt having to watch her mother's coffin burn at your hands. And ya know, I don't even know what happened afterwards Scat because she still doesn't talk about it to this day. You don't deserve to be here and if you felt as bad as you claim you do you fucking wouldn't. You'd do the entire world a favour and kill yourself but nah, you wouldn't because despite what you say you don't give a flying fuck what you've done you heartless bastard! How dare you look me in the eyes you mother...

Andersen, overcome with sheer anger, slaps Scat right across the face, sending him staggering back a step or two.

AfricanScatMahn

*All the backstage workers and work crew gasp with shock. There's even a few ready to rush in if a brawl goes off. The Scat rubs the side of his right cheek.*

The Scat: I deserved that.

*The Scat walks closer to Vega with Vega prepared to what ever The Scat may throw at him.*

The Scat: I'm not gonna fight you Vega.. That slap was well justified. What I did to you and your family was truly disgusting and I have no excuses for it. I became so obsessed with becoming the world champion and staying in the spotlight, I snapped and went out of control. I went way past the line of sanity and insanity. But it wasn't just you and your family that were affected by that night Vega. My family disowned me. My friends cut all ties from me and my beautiful girlfriend took alot of shit off her family, my family, close friends and alot of those trolls on the internet to continue to stay and support me. There were times she would tell me she wished and prayed I'd just disappear because she couldn't take it anymore and how disgusting I become. My son Fenix to this day still can't make friends because every kid he gets close with his parents cut him off because of me and my actions I took that day. Because of my obsession with the world championship and staying in the spotlight. I've destroyed everything I love. My son doesn't look at me with the same respect and love he did. My Girlfriend doesn't even show me any emotion other then hurt and sadness. My Family and Friends continue to avoid contact with me... My fans don't show the same excitement and support they once did. Hell even My last run in the old company was a joke because i was still fighting those demons and I only went back because no where else would take me. I'm done feeling like the victim. Now I'm trying to make up for all those mistakes and actions I took that night... not just for myself. But my Girlfriend, son and my fans.

The Scat: You said I expect a world championship just cause of who I am. Well for the first time in 2 years I expect nothing, I expect to be treated like everyone else. I know I have a long way to the world championship and I know i'm at the bottom of the pile. But I tend to do my best work when I'm under the radar and being treated as some kind of underdog nobody. I'm not challenging the world championship because I want to Vega. It's because I have to. I have to show that everything I did for the past 2 years and that night isn't all for nothing. I know it won't fill the hole or make everything I did acceptable. But I just can't let my hard work and life choices die in vain. I know that doesn't make it acceptable for what I done. and I don't expect your forgiveness or anyone's. But I want to put that whole night and months behind me and I can tell you to do.

*The Scat extends his hand.*

The Scat: I know you hate me and don't respect me as a person. A part of me hates myself too. But I would like to think you have the slightest of respect for me as a wrestler to sake my hand and finally getting closure from that whole situation.

*The Scat keeps his hand extended waiting on Vega*

 

[Welsh-Wizard-97]

*All the backstage workers and work crew gasp with shock. There's even a few ready to rush in if a brawl goes off. The Scat rubs the side of his right cheek.*

The Scat: I deserved that.

*The Scat walks closer to Vega with Vega prepared to what ever The Scat may throw at him.*

The Scat: I'm not gonna fight you Vega.. That slap was well justified. What I did to you and your family was truly disgusting and I have no excuses for it. I became so obsessed with becoming the world champion and staying in the spotlight, I snapped and went out of control. I went way past the line of sanity and insanity. But it wasn't just you and your family that were affected by that night Vega. My family disowned me. My friends cut all ties from me and my beautiful girlfriend took alot of shit off her family, my family, close friends and alot of those trolls on the internet to continue to stay and support me. There were times she would tell me she wished and prayed I'd just disappear because she couldn't take it anymore and how disgusting I become. My son Fenix to this day still can't make friends because every kid he gets close with his parents cut him off because of me and my actions I took that day. Because of my obsession with the world championship and staying in the spotlight. I've destroyed everything I love. My son doesn't look at me with the same respect and love he did. My Girlfriend doesn't even show me any emotion other then hurt and sadness. My Family and Friends continue to avoid contact with me... My fans don't show the same excitement and support they once did. Hell even My last run in the old company was a joke because i was still fighting those demons and I only went back because no where else would take me. I'm done feeling like the victim. Now I'm trying to make up for all those mistakes and actions I took that night... not just for myself. But my Girlfriend, son and my fans.

The Scat: You said I expect a world championship just cause of who I am. Well for the first time in 2 years I expect nothing, I expect to be treated like everyone else. I know I have a long way to the world championship and I know i'm at the bottom of the pile. But I tend to do my best work when I'm under the radar and being treated as some kind of underdog nobody. I'm not challenging the world championship because I want to Vega. It's because I have to. I have to show that everything I did for the past 2 years and that night isn't all for nothing. I know it won't fill the hole or make everything I did acceptable. But I just can't let my hard work and life choices die in vain. I know that doesn't make it acceptable for what I done. and I don't expect your forgiveness or anyone's. But I want to put that whole night and months behind me and I can tell you to do.

*The Scat extends his hand.*

The Scat: I know you hate me and don't respect me as a person. A part of me hates myself too. But I would like to think you have the slightest of respect for me as a wrestler to sake my hand and finally getting closure from that whole situation.

*The Scat keeps his hand extended waiting on Vega*

Andersen: I'm not the one that needs closer. Whether I shake your hand or not it doesn't change anything. Every time I see my sister all I see is depression and that's your fault. I'm not gonna shake your hand Scat but I will say this. You keep away from me and you keep away from my family and I'll keep away from you. If I win a championship, you don't go for it because if you do, I'll hurt you. If I beat someone up, you had better not get involved and try to be the hero because if you do, I'll hurt you. Scat... Our vendetta got my family into harms way. If you ever decide to stick your nose in my business... It may just come back to haunt you and your family... We're done. For good.

With this said, and with Vega walks past The Scat, heading towards Ryan Blake's office with the apparent last chapter being wrote in the history of Andersen Vega vs The Scat.

 

[Welsh-Wizard-97]

Andersen Vega is sitting on his couch, in his locker room. After a rough two weeks and being pinned by two people that are no where near on his level, he's not in a good mood. This mood worsens as he watches the draft unfold and sees The Blade and Joseph Diamond, the man who has Vega's Iron Man Championship and the man who pinned Vega at Summerslam, get picked before him. This enrages Vega, and finally being picked by Ryan Blake doesn't lighten this mood.

Andersen (Talking to himself): Good to know what I'm really worth to you guys. Fucking 3rd. "We rule this shit", huh?... Bullshit.

Vega turns his T.V off. He sits quietly for a few seconds before throwing his T.V remote at the wall in anger, smashing the remote into pieces.

End Of Segment

 

[AfricanScatMahn]

*Footage appears on the titan tron showing The Scat walking in the backstage area carrying his camera wearing a long black duster and holding a cap in his other hand. The interviewer spots him and wants to hear The Scat's thoughts on him being picked for Ryan Blake's team blue.*

Interviewer: Scat, Mr Scat.

*The Scat turns around shadyley looking at the interviewer and directly in to the camera.*

Interviewer: Scat we the Precision universe just witnessed you becoming one of early draft picks for Team Blue. What's your thoughts on being an early pick and are you upset you weren't one of the first draft picks ?

*The Scat quickly turns to the interviewer.... Not looking to happy or sad, but looking pretty shady.*

The Scat: My thoughts... Oh don't you worry friend. You and everyone else in Precision are gonna hear exactly what my thoughts are.

*The Scat puts on his cap and quickly flees the scene with the interviewer left standing and the show going to commercial break.*

END OF SEGMENT

 

[Sanic]

*Will Neilson, Rhys Haze and Antonio Stark are chilling in The Last Heroes locker room, Rhys and Tony are watching the TV while Will is on his phone, presumably playing Pokemon GO. Will's name gets announced by Ryan Blake as the third draft pick, and Will looks up slightly from his phone as Rhys and Antonio are clapping for him.*

Will: Did I just get drafted third on Team Blake?

Rhys: Yeah man, that's great! Being picked early makes it seem like they really care about you.

Will: Wow, that's pretty cool.... just gotta hope you guys get drafted with me. Heroes can't split now.

*Will puts his phone in his pocket and starts to actually watch the TV, he grabs his Money in the Bank briefcase and holds onto it tight.*

Will: *whispering/talking to himself* It's an honour for Ryan to draft me.... but his brothers title is coming to me. Believe that.

*The camera fades to black with the final image of Will putting his briefcase to one side, and looks back at the TV.*