The scene opens to what appears to a small compartment of some sort. You are able to see two metal benches about two feet from each other. Sitting on one of the benches is a figure that has a large hood over its head. The figure is flanked by two men in Military fatigues, both carrying rifles. Directly across from the hooded man is another man exactly like the other two.

Suddenly light bursts into the room like the sun emerging from behind a cloud. The three Military men squint as their eyes adjust to the assault. There is a man standing in the doorway, it appears now that it is the back of a large cargo truck. The man is very familiar as the silver eagles of his rank insignia shine in the light of the day.

"It's time. We need to hurry this along. The director was expecting us an hour ago.", exclaimed the Colonel.

"Aye, Aye Sir", came the reply of all three men.

"Grab the prisoner!", stated the apparent leader of the three military men. With the order, the two flanking men grabbed the hooded man roughly.

"HOLD Master Sergeant!", shouted the Colonel, "For the record, Hanson is not YOUR prisoner. Please try not to damage him to much. He will have much to endure this day."

The Master Sergeant gave the Colonel a sideways look, "As you wish Sir. Go easy Corporal." Again, with the command from the Master Sergeant, the Corporal and his cohort drug Rikard out of the back of the truck.

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"Richard...... Richard?!", said Sark trying to be loud in a quiet voice.

Cranium opened his eyes with a start. He looked around and forced a smile to his long time friend, Sark. The two men where sitting in a back of a Mass Transit vehicle, most likely a bus. Some people were stealing glances back at the duo, since Sark had the audacity to actually raise his voice on a public transport.

"Dreaming again?", asked Sark to which Cranium responded with a slight nod. "Leave it to you to fall asleep while we are traveling to see him."

Cranium nodded his understanding of the gravity of this situation. He had failed very early in his mission.

"He is gonna be pissed Richard. What are you going to say to him?", asked a concerned Sark.

Richard shrugged, "Listen Sark... Honestly, what could he do to me that even comes close to the trials I have endured in my life? What I am going to say to him, is I under estimated the competition. I looked past the match I had on Meltdown. I was looking to past the match and towards the next job. But that is over now, I learned a valuable lesson. Now this... World Wrestling Alliance is in for something I am not sure they are ready for. Plain and simple."

Sark smiled slightly. After a moment, Sark's face got a little more serious, "It seems that you are on Fiesta this coming week. A couple new guys in the form of Paul Sterling and Nigel Dawkins."

Cranium shrugged and waved his hand dismissing the names, "As you stated... They are new here. They really have no idea was horror is about to unleashed again them in the ring Monday night."

"You sound confident, Richard. Don't fall into the same trap as last time.", warned Sark.

Cranium flashed a sneer towards his friend, "Me looking past a match in this place will never happen again. This is something you and all of the WWA fans will come to understand this Monday when I make an example of Sterling and Hawkins!"

"Dawkins.... Nigel Dawkins", corrected Sark.

"It doesn't matter. To me they are nameless, faceless and completely irrelevant. They will be destroyed."

Sark hid his smile and nodded, seemingly satisfied at that response.

Fade.