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(The camera fades up inside of the empty arena. The crew of Monday Night Rush have just finished setting up the ring. The lights are off and the camera zooms in on two crew members walking towards the exit.)
Worker 1: Ok so now we head out to the truck and see if they need any help with the pyro.
Worker 2: Ok. Hey are you sure we fastened the ropes tight enough? (He spins his head back towards the ring.) I know how they�
(The worker stops in his tracks.)
Worker 1: Yea they should be fine. (He notices that he walks alone.) Hey.
(The second worker turns back to face him.)
Worker 2: Did you see that?
Worker 1: See what?
Worker 2: There was just a guy standing in the middle of the ring.
Worker 1: (Squinting) I don�t see nothing kid.
Worker 2: I could swear I saw something or someone.
Worker 1: It�s this building kid. A lot of bad history for us here.
Worker 2: You were here for that?
Worker 1: I�ll never forget it as long as I live. In fact I don�t really like just standing here. Lets get a move on.
(The younger worker pauses for a moment then nods his head in agreement. They swiftly make their way out of the arena. The camera slowly pushes into the empty ring.)
[Cue up. No music. No Rick. No Eddie. This isn't Rush, not really. The feed is outside the arena in Ottawa, though, so this could be wrestling related. Stay tuned.]
[A small man carries a black duffel bag. The shot comes from a handheld, lumbering behind . . . THE MYSTERY PARTNER.]
[It's dark, but here are the details. The small man wears a grey t-shirt, no design, black warm-up pants and short black hair. He walks purposefully. He's not in a hurry.]
[Cut.]
[Aaron Levin, esteemed IWA commish, stands just outside the entrance roped off for the talent. He manages a half-hearted wave Mike Barcode pushes through the doors. Barcode does not wave back.]
Levin: [mutter]
[Seconds tick away. A shadow approaches as the camera swings around for a better look. But of course the back of Levin's fat head obstructs the view of our arrival. He's called the Mystery Partner for a reason.]
Levin: You made it.
"Yes."
Levin: We were beginning to worry. The show does start in two hours, you know.
"My apologies."
[The cold, even voice is familiar. Some may even know it offhand, but the rest will wait.]
Levin: Well. [a pause] I'm Aaron Levin, the commissioner of the IWA. It's an honor to have you on, really. I've just heard a lot about -
"Say no more, please. The past is past. I'm here for a friend, nothing more."
[Levin shrugs that away.]
"I trust you received my fax?"
Levin: Uhm, yes. We've set aside a room for you and your . . .
"Manager."
Levin: Right. Him. Well, I mean, it's not much to look at. I mean, gosh, it's storage spa -
"I'm sure it will do. Thank you, Mr. Levin. You've been quite gracious throughout."
[That said, the ultra-polite and yet equally rude mystery partner slides through the door and up the hall.]
[Levin goes for the evil belly chuckle.]
[Faaaaade down.]