Becky Serra, along with a camera man, walks towards the door of Frankie Smiths Apartment. She knocks on the door.
Frankie: Who is it? If it's more fucking scouts, I'll kill you.
Becky: No, it's me, Becky. I've come to conduct an interview with you, Frankie.
Alright, come on in, the doors open
She walks in, cautiously looking around as she enters. Frankie issitting by himself on his couch, with his laptop on his knee.
Tell me something Becky. While I was on the internet today, I decided to go on WZCW.com. There I found the ascending 10, where I, the number 1 contender to the elite X title, was ninth.
So what's the problem
The problem. The problem is the people who are ahead of me. The man who I beat to get the number 1 contendership, Zander, is ahead of me. HOW? How is the man who fell to me considered better than me. It's idiotic!
So anyway Frankie, I want to get your thoughts on a hellacious match with Zander at All or Nothing?
Hellacious, please. I endured more than that on the streets of Dublin. If that's your version of hell, I hope your not a sinner.
But yes, it was a great match. My best ever, and the most important victory of my career, untill Ascension at least. And another thing...
He's interrupted by his phone ringing. He stops, takes out his phone and answers it.
Yeah, talk to me.
You want to come over. Well, I have a busy schedule as the number one contender y'know, but I have an opening tomorrow at 7.
You're coming over now. With him. Well when?
Just as he asks, the door opens, as Seamus murphy walks in, followed by a large man, made up of muscle and a lot of fat, around 6' 3'', and then by a man in a black suit, wearing a hat, black sunglasses, and walking with a black cane.
Seamus, Alan, Mr. Jacobs. It's nice to see you.
Seamus: Mr. Jacobs insisted on seeing you.
Mr. Jacobs, the man in the suit, walks forward and nods at Frankie.
Mr. Jacobs: I'm here to get you ready for Ascension, and Titus.
ms. Serra, I'd appreciate it if you leave. You can leave the camera here.
Please. I'm more than ready. Titus isn't gonna know what hit him. I don't need you
Don't be foolish. You need me. It was me who helped you beat Zander. It was me who got you here. It's my job to get you the title. It's what you hired me for, right. And I never fail. I don't like you, you don't like me. It's mutual. But listen to me. When you win the World title, it will be time for me to leave. And then you'll be left to fend for yourself. The Elite X Title is only a stepping stone. And I'll be with you, every stone on the way.
I was fine without you before, it won't be any different.
I suppose that's why you hired me.
But anyway, I know you have what it takes inside you to beat Titus. But it just needs to be unlocked. And I have the key. You see, your best asset is your anger. Your fury. You were tormented by this as a child, and now it's huge inside you. You just need to get it out.
Alan and Seamus both grab Frankie's arms.
Get your hands off me. GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!
He struggles, but they tighten the grip and pull his arms behind his back. He looks at Seamus, disgusted.
I'm doing this for you Frankie.
Now, you might wonder how I will unleash this anger. Well, it's simple, make you angry.
He slaps Frankie across the face. Frankie looks at him furiously.
Do you feel that Frankie. That's rage.
he slaps him again. Frankie's face is going red.
You can't bottle it up. Can you feel it bubbling up inside you. Well, soon, you can take the lid off and let it explode in a storm of fury.
He takes up his cane, and hits frankie in the stomach.
Focus on Titus, he's the man you want to hurt. He's your enemy, not me. I'm helping you.
He hits Frankie a few more times in the stomach. Frankie screams.
ARGH! I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!
That's it. Let the agression flow. Let it overcome you. Succumb to your inner rage. Use it as a weapon. Your opponent will be the victim. What was it you said, "May God have mercy on you, because I sure as hell won't". Well, that couldn't be more right.
He chops Frankie in the neck, knocking him out cold, as Seamus and Alan drop him to the ground. He falls flat on his face. Mr. Jacobs looks into the camera.
Mr. Titus, I hope you're a holy man.
At Ascension, unleash the beast, Frankie Smith.
Unleash the Violence.
Exeunt.