[The crowd falls silent as the image of a frantic backstage room appears on the CSWAtron. The crowd pops as the cameraman turns a little and Python is visible. Sitting on a table in his wrestling attire, Python is surrounded by frantic doctors rushing around. About 4 of 5 of them are trying patch Python up after his amazing win over Jeff Kushner in the Crystal Dreams match. Some of the doctors are muttering about insanity and Python being out of his mind while they work on him. Python tries to evade them, but is too exhausted and feebly tries to beat away the doctors� hands.]
[PYTHON]: Hey! Wait! Cut it out! Come on� ow! That doesn�t bend that way! At least, it�s not supposed to� hey! Woah! Watch where you stick that thing! Everyone calm down! Didn�t your mothers ever tell you not to run with surgical tools in your hands? Ow! Alright, I�ll shut up! Just stop poking me with that thing!
[Finally, they get Python wrapped up and stop the bleeding. He is shipped off to the hospital for further inspection.]
[DOCTOR]: Well, kid, you did quite a number on yourself!
[PYTHON]: How bad, doc?
[Python lies in a hospital bed, wrapped up in numerous places and still stinging from the ointment that had to be rubbed all over his back. Python received a total of 17 shots, 32 stitches, one cast, one sling, two whole rolls of gauze tape, one cotton ball in his nose, and a band-aid (they ran out gauze!) The doctor reads Python�s injuries off.]
[DOCTOR]: Well, let�s see. You slightly fractured your elbow, had a zillion little pieces of glass stuck in you, broke your nose again, broke two fingers, cracked another rib, banged up your back badly, a possibly broken foot, a cracked knee cap, countless gashes, cuts, and bruises, a bruised collar bone, hyper-extended your wrist, cracked a lung, and sliced your ankle almost to the bone. Other than that, you�re fine.
[Python grins and starts to laugh, but goes into a coughing fit and clutches his ribs in pain. His speaks slowly and shakily. ]
[PYTHON]: Well, I knew this was coming. But who cares? I won the match. And it was a hell of a match, at that!
[DOCTOR]: Yes, that it was. You pulled off quite a victory there, kid. Congratulations, but now we have the future to think about.
[PYTHON]: Uh� what about it?
[DOCTOR]: Well, after carefully reviewing your status and health, I�m afraid I can�t clear you to wrestle for at least another few weeks.
[Python�s face falls and he doesn�t even bother trying to fight it]
[PYTHON]: Yeah, I can hardly even move� there�s no way I can fight for a while.
[Python falls silent. The doctor feels sorry for him, so he pops in a tape of his match against Kushner to cheer him up. Python lights up again instantly.]
[PYTHON]: Woah! Cool! How�d you get one of those already???
[DOCTOR]: Hey, I�m a doctor. I can do these things you know�
[Python sits and watches the match in awe. When he begins to climb on top of the glass wall, his eyes widen.]
[PYTHON]: Wow! Was it really that high!?
[DOCTOR]: Yes, indeed it was!
[PYTHON]: Excellent�
[On the tape, Python finally spreads his arms and leaps off the wall. The real Python grabs the remote and puts it in slow motion. He breaks into an ear-to-ear grin as he watches himself fall 25-feet and through a glass table.]
[PYTHON]: Wooooooooooooah�
[Python laughs at the expense of his ribs as he watches the panicked medics try to uncover him from the broken glass. Then, the referee makes the count.]
[PYTHON]: One� two� three�
[The tape ends and Python stares silently at the static on the screen. Finally, he speaks to the doctor. His voice is filled with wonder.]
[PYTHON]: Doc?
[DOCTOR]: Yes?
[PYTHON]: That was the coolest thing I have ever seen�
[Fade out]
[Cut to a backstage shot]
CRASH!!!!
[Kushner falls through the door to his locker room, unable to stand properly. He winces hard in pain as he hits the floor, sending blood all around him. He then crawls to a nearby bench where he grabs a towel, and painfully starts to wipes his face off. The white towel quickly turns a disturbing shade of red. Jeff then drags himself onto the bench, lying across it facing the ceiling. The room goes absolutely quiet, until the door can be heard opening.]
[VOICE] That�s funny...where are your �friends�? Where are your �comrades�?
[Kushner turns his head to see Robert Marshall standingat the door, a large grin on his face. Kushner simply goes back to looking at the ceiling no longer having the strength to argue.]
[MARSHALL] When the chips are down, and you�re battered and bruised, where are your friends?
[Again, Jeff looks up and over, but simply drops his head back down. Below the bench, a pool of blood becomes increasingly larger]
[MARSHALL] When are you going to learn Jeff, that you shouldn�t just follow like a sheep when you can lead the pack? I have the power to lead you to the top of this business... I can take you as far as you want to go... All you have to do, is make the correct decisions from here on out. Someone will be here shortly to tend to your wounds... In the meantime, consider what I�ve told you tonight... we�ll definitely be talking again soon.
[Marshall leaves the room, grinning widely. Kushner can do nothing but allow unconciousness to take him away Moments after Marshall exits, Adam-X barges into the dressing room.]
[ADAM-X] Jeff...what was Marshall doing in here? And what did he mean when he said he�d be talking to you again soon? ...Jeff? ...Jeff?
[Adam quickly charges out of the room in search of help for Jeff, who continues to bleed out]
[Fade out]