The scene opens in Rome, Italy, where Juan Shan is having a ride around the city. He takes note of the large Coliseum in which he is to do battle with the representative from DRW, Playboy. In any case, The King of New York is striding around the area in his Ferrari. The Ferrari, of course, in respect to the country, is green, white, and red. Stopping at a nearby gas station, the Lamborghini doors lift up as Juan reveals his white Gucci designer wear. Walking in, he taps a bell. The shopkeeper walks out with a rag rubbing the grease off of his hands.

Juan Shan: Yo dawg, I be needin' a lil' assistance, ya feel me?

Shopkeeper: Hey! Are you supposed to be in the Coliseum to do battle to the death with that other guy?

Juan Shan: Battle to da death? What? I wasn't even aware of dis, dawg... I be under da impression dat we was just fightin', ya heard? Like a normal wrasslin' match.

Shopkeeper: No, no... you are to do battle with Playboy... to the death!

Dun duN DUN!

Juan Shan: I need to be talkin' 'bout dis to ole' boy Kiebs, ya feel me? I know dat dude be one of dem insane type dudes, but damn... I ain't know he be like dis. We ain't never had nothin' like dis in UCE...

Shopkeeper: Then I guess you would have to leave here, do not even ask for the marijuana, and go meet up with "Kiebs" to talk to him about this problem you have, yes?

Visibly upset with the situation, The Blackinese Wonder shoves his way out of the store and jumps in to his Ferrari, closing the doors, and speeding off in the direction of the office of Dr Kiebler. Which, of course, may or may not be at the Coliseum in the VIP suite. I guess we'll find out when we get to this point, now won't we?

Turning down the music in his vehicle, Juan Shan removes the cell phone from his pocket and dials his mother. His mother, of course, living in Hong Kong, China since she is Chinese. And his father is African American. It was all explained when Juan first joined the WrassleNetwork, and if you didn't catch it, it's definitely your bad.

Juan Shan: Hey yo, ma? Say ma, I got dis match against dis one dude dat be crazy and ****. It be a fight to da death, ma. What is I'm supposed to do wit dis?

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Juan Shan: Ma, I know you don't want me dead, ya heard me? I know dat. But if I'm is gettin' a paycheck, den I'm is gonna need to do dis. I got to do dis so I could keep sendin' you cash.

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Juan Shan: I ain't goin' over there to pick no rice, ma. I want to do dis fo us, so we could be livin' da good life. I don't even know why you ain't come when I sent you dat plane ticket. Dr Kiebler be wantin' to do dis. And I don't even know how dat dude is. If I leave, he might go to China and kill all da family. So what is I to do?

*click*

Juan Shan: Damn... now my own ma is gonna be pissed at me... ****...
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