Miami International Airport…
“This morning” fades in across the bottom of the screen. The camera focuses on the Tarmac, showing the planes take off. The scene pans to the left and a private jet, a silver G5, lands into a secluded hanger. The camera zooms in on Rebecca "Becky" Serra patiently waiting for the doors to open. Moments later, the Airplane’s hatch swings open, followed by an enormous bodyguard ordering the cameraman to move back. Carmelita Morales is the next to emerge from the plane, holding the JKAF World title about her shoulders. She adjusts her sunglasses on her nose before proceeding down the stairs, stopping at the bottom to smile up at her husband, David “Obsidius” Morales coming out next. Dressed in a dark gray Armani suit, Obsidius is busy talking on the phone with someone, flailing his hands in disgust. He spots Miss Serra at the bottom of the stairs and wraps up the phone call.
”A word Obsidius,” Rebecca says, pointing her microphone at Morales.
”any comment on your upcoming 3-way with Cory Payne and Mr. Baller?”
”Who?” Obsidius replies.
Carmelita points at Rebecca’s clipboard, showing pictures of Payne and Baller. Obsidius leans in, reading the clipboard, trying to contain his laughter.
”Oh… that one looks like the vato who details my car and that other pinché… didn’t he cut our lawn last week, Carma?”
”No Obsidius, those are your opponents, Cory Payne and Mr. Baller…” Rebecca retorts,
“and by the way they’ve been going, they seem to be favored this week. You’re the underdog in this match.”
”The only reason that Obsidius is the underdog, as you say, is because the WZCW hasn’t seen what I’m capable of.”
Morales’ bodyguard opens the lobby door for his boss, allowing him to slip inside with his wife in tow, followed by Rebecca and her cameraman. Upon entering, they head up the escalator to the waiting lobby. They are immediately flooded with fans, who recognize Obsidius from other promotions.
”Both Payne and Baller, although relatively new to the WZCW have already established themselves, while you lost in your debut Battle Royal.” Rebecca adds.
”How many Champions ju’ know went undefeated, chica?’ Obsidius answers, signing a few autographs.
”I came from nothing. I made the pesetas I have… I busted my ass for the titles I got, and lost plenty of matches to get there. You see this?” touching the JKAF World Title on Carmelita's shoulder,
”I bled for this… broke just about every bone in my body for it…”
”Wasn’t the JKAF eventually broken up for being an illegal fighting ring?” Rebecca questions, while stepping to the side to let Obsidius pose for a picture with a fan.
”What about the allegations of drugs and child prostitution?”
”That was Singapore. That’s the way it was then.” Obsidius answers, looking straight into Rebecca’s eyes.
”I’m not going to pretend that I was innocent in the whole thing, pero, this whole business is corrupt, chica. You can no more blame me for being in that, then ju’ can blame… what’s his name? Mr. Baller, for hanging with that elephanté.”
”Bonnie.”
”Que?”
”Her name is Beautiful Bonnie.”
”Whatever… the point is, I’ve been working too hard in my career to sit back and let some rejects from a boy band think that they can…
”No,” Carmelita whispers, grabbing her husband’s face,
”focus baby… focus, we’re in Miami, remember?”
”Sí… Miami.” Obsidius replies.
”What my husband is trying to say is that now that we are in the WZCW, he’s planning on making an impact.” Carmelita states.
”The ‘scramble for the contract’ rumble was just a minor setback. My David’s been a star before and he will be again.”
”But this triple threat…”
”This triple threat match is going to be no different than any other match that David’s had.” Mrs. Morales interjects.
”not only will my David dominate in this match, but those other two will have to work even harder to keep up. You people can call him the underdog all you want, and they can make fun of us and think that this is going to be a walk in the park, but just remember, when the match is over and my baby’s hand is raised high… it’s just business… nothing personal.”
”Anything else to add, Obsidius?” Rebecca questions, pointing the mic back at Morales.
Before Obsidius can answer, the bodyguard covers the microphone whispering something inaudible. The camera pans to the left, watching a large black Suburban pull along side of them. The back door opens and the cameraman tries to get a look inside at the ominous figure in the back.
”Hey! Is that Kim…!” Rebecca blurts out, before the bodyguard swats at the camera, knocking it to the ground. The camera manages to get a look at the man in the truck, confirming his identity, just before the scene fizzles out