(We fade in behind a man standing in a parking lot. The view is slightly distant, as one can also note some surrounding buildings, and we can't see the man's features well enough to see who he is. It's dark out, though street lamps are present, so lighting is available. The man is wearing a jacket with leather sleeves, and the chest half red and half green, and a white collar. It seems like a US high school letter jacket, but as the camera circles around, we see that the back is a Mexican flag. The camera rotates more and zooms in to show a man with very closely cut hair and Latino features. At once, we realize that it's none other than Juan Guevesos, Nick Adams's companion on the road, and pretty much his only friend in the WWA. Why Insider is showing him is unknown, but it apparently does have a purpose.)

Juan: Mierda. ¿Cuando llegaré el hombre? Dijo que tiene algo que Nick se daría importa. Importa mi culo...

(Suddenly, a man in a black business suit walks up. His features are clean cut, with a very sharp jawline, neatly parted hair, and very Romanesque features.)

Man: Do you happen to have a match?

(Juan looks over at the man, and then nods.)

Juan: Sorry, but I'm not one for smoking.

(The man nods back, and then approaches him. They shake hands, and then pull back.)

Juan: I still doan' know why jour employer finds dat funny. Eet's only a double entendre.
Man: I still don't understand why I'm meeting with a Spaniard instead of with the man with whom my employer happens to be dealing.
Juan: First off, mang, I'm Mexican. End secondly, I'm pretty much Nick's manager. Thirdly, Nick doan' 'zactly trust random calls. So, why did jour employer send some random English guy eenstead of coming himself?

(The man in the suit rolls his eyes, and then extends his hand.)

Man: James Daniels. And I'm Welsh. As for my employer, he never meets with people unless it's absolutely necessary.

(Juan shakes the man's hand, then poorly conceals a smirk after their hands separate.)

James: What?
Juan: Jes' be glad dat jour parents didn' name jou John.
James: Please. Still, my employer wants to convey two messages to Adams.
Juan: Y el primer mensaje?

(Daniels stares at Juan with extreme concentration.)

James: Stop doing research on Deimos. You are getting far too close to what my employer is trying to hide. I believe Adams has enough information on the man to defeat him, and so does my employer. I repeat - stop. No que...

(Guevesos holds up his hand and looks right at Daniels.)

Juan: That's something I know Nick wouldn't do. Sorry to say, but when Nick gets onto a trail, he doesn't give up unless it suddenly stops mattering. And unless Nick wins...well, he might care, he might not.
James: Didn't you hear me correctly. I said that he has to stop. Otherwise, there will be repercussions.
Juan: Whatever. What's the second message?

(James pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to Juan.)

James: Just a little incentive to stop researching Deimos's life so heavily. And with that, I bid you farewell.

(The man walks away from where he came, and Juan opens the paper. After making sure that Daniels has fully departed, Juan speaks again.)

Juan: La basura ha salido.

(Suddenly, from an unseen doorway, Nicholas Adams appears. He is wearing some black jeans, a red tee shirt, and a plain leather jacket. Nick shakes his head.)

Adams: Sheesh...whoever is keeping Tiffani from finding Phobos really does have a lot of links.
Juan: Mang, I theenk jou should take da offer.

(Nick looks at Guevesos in shock and walks over to Juan.)

Adams: And why in the world would I want to do that?
Juan: Dee incentive ees preetty good. Vea este.

(Juan hands Nick the paper, and Adams begins to read it, his pace quickening with each line. He then folds up the paper and looks at Guevesos.)

Adams: It's either I stop looking into Deimos's past, or my match at EWA's Agony, Inc. is cancelled.
Juan: Difficult choice, mang. Jou can help Deimos, but den jou can' get Tracer unless jou plan something at Rage een da Cage...

(Nick shakes his his, and we see his hands close into fists. The paper crumples as he clenches his hands, and Adams definitely appears to be just barely controlling his rage.)

Adams: Whoever that son of a b**** is...if you're watching Insider...fine, I give. I'll wrestle Deimos, and that's it. But if you still f*** with my match against Tracer at the last EWA match ever...and I will find out who you are if anything keeps that match from occurring...you're going down. That's right. If you prevent me from finishing my business with Tracer, I finish your business with the WWA. Just so we're clear on that. But you know what? I think you're smart enough to both not mess with my business again, and to reveal yourself when I don't really care.

(Nick tosses the sheet of paper onto the street and stalks off. Juan shrugs and follows his friend calmly as we fade out.)