We cut to a shot of Orlando Maxwell with microphone in hand, walking down a backstage hallway. He looks a little nervous but ultimately is excited.
Orlando: "Greetings CWA fans, and welcome to the day of Redemption! I'm sure you've all been caught up in the hype of everything that is going on, and is planned to transpire, but tonight is a very huge night for us...to say the least!"
Orlando finally walks up to a specific dressing room, where the emblem on the front of the door is instantly recognizable. A huge red cobra with a Canadian maple leaf on the inside. He eagerly knocks on the door a few times. After a few moments, the word "ENTER!" booms from the other side. Orlando opens the door and slowly steps inside. What was once a normal locker room has been modified and outfitted to look almost like a war room or barracks of some sort. However the room is eluminated by a dark red light from the far corner, so It's hard to make out a lot of the surroundings. As he walks, he can see a dark masked figure standing behind a table at the the ready. The man is wearing an all black outfit that has the emblem on the chest. He then slowly extends a gloved hand outward motioning towards a chair that has been carefully placed in front of the table.
Masked figure: "Please, by all means Orlando Maxwell. Join me, have a seat...can I get you anything?"
Orlando is slightly afraid and confused, he swallows a bit then bravely responds.
Orlando: "No, no thank you. Mister?"
The figure laughs quietly to himself for a brief second then abruptly stops.
Masked figure: "Please Mr. Maxwell, don't insult my intelligence. You know exactly who I am, and I would hope you realize what you may have potentially gotten yourself into."
Orlando's eyes dart around the room nervously, scanning for any signs of a possible threat. But even with his eyes adjusting, It's still too dark to see anything clearly.
Orlando: "What, what are you talking about?"
Masked figure: "No more questions at this time."
Behind the masked man are detailed reports and information on a bulletin board, almost resembling a "battle plan" if you will. The man reaches into a file cabinet and pulls out three dossiers, which he then carefully places on the table. He casually motions for Orlando to pick one up. He does so, and inside the first dossier is various pictures as well as detailed information on Cj Franchise.
Orlando: "What exactly is the meaning of all of this, what is the purpose?"
Masked figure: "I've learned many valuable lessons throughout my life Mr. Maxwell. Many of which came with a hefty price. Regardless of the trials I have been through, one rule has always been essential."
Orlando pages through the file some more, then sets it down, still opened up.
Orlando: "Oh yeah, and what is that?"
The man does not speak at first, for he just stares at Orlando to the point where It's as if a chill sweeps through the room.
Masked figure: "Know your enemy Mr. Maxwell, and know him well. It did not start with Cj Franchise, but he will soon be a crucial factor in the end of two others. Cj and I actually have a few things in common whether you choose to believe that or not. However, where his strengths end, his weakness also begins. He is a wealthy man, young, talented in various ways, and very cocky...too cocky for his own good."
Orlando: "Well, to be honest not a lot of people like him."
Masked figure: "Yes, this a crucial element that fuels the fire to his weakness. He has every right to be cocky, given his talent and ability. But without the proper thought and control, this is just one of many tools that can be used to bring him down. Ultimately, he boasts about living a straight edge lifestyle, and that anyone who doesn't adhere to that is a parasite. There's another similarity. I can see the sense in keeping a healthy mind and body, but his number one priority isn't himself. It's the exact same parasites who he denounces. If he didn't care and didn't focus on everyone else so much, he might actually be a champion right now. So at the end of the day he poses no real threat to me, and he will simply be another instrument of destruction used by me. Then when he is done and has served his purpose, he will be discarded. Collateral damage if you will."
Orlando picks up one of the other files and starts to connect the dots in his head. He opens the dossier to see the same high level in-tel, but on Ralph McCoy. The man seems pleased and rubs his hands together.
Masked figure: "I'm glad you have selected that file next, for he is the next step to the process. Whatever I have said about Cj Franchise, Ralph McCoy is the opposite. Don't worry though, I haven't underestimated him in the least bit. This man is nothing but a shell, and in more ways than one. Sure he can put up a fight in a match or two once in a while. But what little talent he actually has, he lacks everything else required to truly be great. Instead of taking things seriously, or focusing on systematically taking out each opponent. He just focuses on the little nothings in his meaningless life. Using cutesy catch phrases, stupid jokes, and carnival antics to amuse his brain washed fans. He really has no motivation or true driving force to win or even consider being a champion. This will burn through his little clown mask he wears, and cost him more than a match. I hope he plans on having his horse to drag away his pathetic carcass."
Orlando frowns, the color leaving his face as he now looks solemn and grim.
Masked figure: "What's the matter Mr. Maxwell? Clearly you of all people should have known this day would come."
Orlando: "I don't know who you think you are, or what you plan on doing. But everything that you have said just sounds completely absurd!"
The man points to the last dossier sitting next to him on the table.
Masked figure: "Is it absurd Mr. Maxwell? I highly doubt that I even need to remind you who's detailed in that file."
Orlando: "Steve Ryan!"
Masked figure: "Yes, the final piece to this intricate little puzzle we have here."
Orlando can't see the mans face, but there is a certain satisfaction in his voice. As if he's getting a sick thrill out of this whole experience. Orlando can only picture the perverted smile on his face.
Orlando: "Whatever you think you have planned, there's no way It's going to work."
The man abruptly and viciously slams his fist down on the table, catching Orlando off guard and causing him to jump out of his seat.
Masked figure: "IT MOST CERTAINLY WILL WORK. You just wait and see, Mr. Maxwell. When you let me into this company, there was no way you could predict the rage that you were going to unleash on Its employees. In a sense, you were the one who opened the flood gates. The single person responsible for poisoning the water. You were the one to let the snake out, knowing more so than others just how deadly it was. Now Steve Ryan will suffer for what you have brought upon him. Just like McCoy and just like you, he probably hasn't even had two thoughts about me. You're all fools. All of you. You think you would learn from your mistakes at this point, but you all continue to write me off and underestimate me."
Out of nowhere the man takes off his hooded mask, revealing the sharp features and devious grin of Kyle Crosby.
Orlando: "Did you actually think that you had me confused? Of course I knew it was you. Who else would it be, the "Cobra Commander"?"
Kyle flips the table sending it crashing across the room.
Kyle Crosby: "YOU JUST DON'T GET IT! There's nothing you can do now! Destiny has a sick way of of fulfilling itself sometimes, and fate is only that of which you make it. I don't believe in luck, because I make my own luck. Some might say that I'm outnumbered going into my match against three other opponents. But no one knows what I know, they can't see what I see with these eyes! Everything that has happened has lead us to this day and this moment. It doesn't matter how Steve Ryan plays his cards, he already has a losing hand. He's going down with the ship whether he chooses to or not! Go out there and stand at ringside with all those clueless fans Orlando. Franchise, McCoy, and Ryan will all recognize the truth, and see just how good I actually am...and what better truth serum then an overdose of that Canadian Venom! August eleventh is the day of my Redemption, and this is the day, THAT THE CANADIAN COBRA-WILL RISE!"
Kyle is out of breath from yelling at Orlando, he breaths heavily as he stands there looking possessed.
Kyle Crosby: "Get him out of my sight."
Orlando Maxwell is caught off guard as two masked figures appear out of nowhere and escort him out of the room.