Frankie Smith is in a room with the door locked, talking to the mystery man who he has hired to coach him. The man is wearing a black suit, and has an angry look all over his face.
?: Pathethic. Again and again you fail. You disappoint me. I'm ashamed to call you my student.
Frankie: I apologise, sir. I did it again. I'm an idiot. I let my anger and hatred blind me and I lost sight of the goal.
?: No excuses. You lost. Deal with it. Now, at All or Nothing, you have the chance for retribution. No DQ. You know what that means, right?
Frankie: It's no disqualification.
?: It means you can do whatever the fuck you want, and still win. Bludgeon his head with a hurley. Shove a ball up his arse. Anything you want.
And it's all....
Frankie: Legal. Brilliant. He won't know what him. But it rhymes with peel hair.
he laughs.
Multiple times.
?:Now, I want you to do something. I have to know you will do whatever you want to get the job done. So here, Seamus, bring him in.
Seamus Murphy walks in, dragging in a man wearing a hood over his head, who's hands are handcuffed behind his back.
?: Use your imagination. Imagine that this is your opponent at Meltdown. Phoenix.
Frankie: Like the cat food.
?: No, not felix. Phoenix. He's a dangerous wrestler, and he'll beat you if your eyes aren't on the prize and you're not focused. You have to forget Zander, he's not facing you this week.
You have to turn your brain on and focus. As the phoenix rises from the flames, you are the flood that is there to quench it, like a flood of furious anger.
Frankie: Right. What do you want me to do.
?: Show me what you will do to him this week, show me your fury.
Frankie: But who is he? I don't just hit random people. I'm no pikey. I only beat those who deserve it. Like Zander. I don't know who this...
The man interrupts.
?: Silence! You shall do what I order!
Frankie: Fine.
?: What was that?
Frankie: Fine...sir.
Frankie winds his hand back, clenches into a fist and is about to thrust forward, but stops.
?: Is this contempt I see?
Frankie doesn't answer.
?: Strike him, or I am outta here.
Frankie: I'm just... trying to decide where to punch him.
Frankie unleashes a big right hand, and then launches a furious attack. He's puching and kicking the man unrelentingly. He then stops, breathes, and pulls back.
?: Good. Good. You succeed. Your in the right frame of mind. You're focused on the task ahead. Seamus, take off the hood.
Seamus grabs the black hood and rips it off. A look of anger is stretched across Frankie.
?: Take a good look, this is your opponent at All or Nothing. Well, as close as we could get on such short notice.
Lying on his knees, is a man, covered in blood, with a Zander Young mask on.
Frankie: They make Zander Young masks?
?: They're rare.
Frankie: Why would someone.....
?: I know.
Frankie: ...want to look like Zander Young.
Exeunt
