[We momentarily cut backstage, to one of many corridors inside the arena. There is no one around, except a lonely figure in the far darkness.. The large silhouette is well hidden against the shadows, his face disguised in the blackness.. Suddenly, the small frame of Jimmy Pez walks in front of the camera and heads towards the darkened end of the corridor. The crowd buzz with excitement, and cheer a little for Pez. Jimmy keeps sneaking looks over his shoulders as he makes his way towards the dark figure, as though making sure no one is watching him.. Or his actions]
Sully: Now what's this all about?
JP: I have no idea, Sully.. But it doesn't look like good clean business to me.
[Jimmy finally reaches the enormous dark figure in the shadows, and the camera comes in real close. Pez smiles as the NLR Legacy Champion, Leandro steps forward from the darkness! The die-hard NLR fans go crazy, letting out a thunderous cheer for their Champion. The Beast wears a battle-scarred, emotionless face.. But something is out of the ordinary here. The Mexican Convict doesn't look comfortable.. And as the fans start to laugh, we realize what it is..]
Jimmy Pez: You look great, big fella! No one saw you, did they?
[Leandro's huge body is basically bursting through an undersized, dirty janitors uniform! The questionable stains upon it, are perfectly topped off by what sits atop The Beast head.. His wild black mane, is held up and constrained by a cleaners old hair-net! Leandro ignores the friendly laughter of his fans, obviously not enjoying the situation.. Jimmy himself tries hard to stifle a laugh, looking over his client. The Beast shoots him a glare that firmly states "Don't you dare laugh!"]
Jimmy Pez: Relax, relax, big guy.. You know this is the only way we can get you around, without the schmucks upstairs getting word of it. Trust me, Leandro.. It's the perfect crime. Disguising you as a janitor until it's time to inflict merciless damage upon that special some one. And don't worry 'bout the hair net, it actually kinda suits you, big fella!
[The Mexican Convict slowly rolls his head to the side, cracking his neck.. He looks down over his dirty, dark blue uniform and gives a disgusted look. The fans continue to laugh at the situation, and the ludicrous attempt at concealing this absolute mammoth of a man from anyone! Jimmy Pez suddenly takes on the look of a dear in the headlights, twisting his head around, his eyes getting wide..]
Jimmy Pez: Shit.. Someone's coming! Quick! Look busy!
[Uncle Jimmy grabs a nearby mop, and pushes it roughly into the chest of Leandro.. Motioning for him to turn away and pretend to mop the tiled floor! The Beast thinks about the opportunity for violence later, and plays along.. Hiding his face, as he pushes the mop from side to side, looking like a true janitor.. Only seven foot tall, and weighing over 400 pounds! The fans laugh as Jimmy Pez cracks that sneaky, weasel smile. After a few moments of silence, Leandro gets the joke..]
Jimmy Pez: Sorry, big guy.. I couldn't help myself!
[The Legacy Champion turns his scarred face to stare down upon his manager.. Jimmy's smile fades as The Beast quickly brings the mop up and snaps it down over his knee! The wood splinters into two pieces, and Jimmy jumps with the shock.. Leandro savagely tosses what remains of the mop into the darkness]
Jimmy Pez: All right, all right.. It's under control, my friend. Just take it easy.. I've gotta go back upstairs and make sure I'm seen, so you just hang down here until the time arrives. I will come down only moments before, to avoid suspicion.. Until then, you know, you can just.. Think up strategy or control your rage.. Or.. Or.. You know, there's some toilets around here that could use some cleaning!
[Jimmy knows he's crossed a line.. The Beast swings a trunk-like arm that would surely knock Pez's head clean off, if it collided. But as he says the last words, he turns on his heel and speeds away from his client! The fans give a loud cheer and roar of laughter, as the smiling face of Pez knows he has escaped unscathed.. Leandro doesn't bother chasing, he will give his smart-ass manager this round. Instead El Mexicano Condena's scarred face actually contorts into a very uncharacteristic and subtle smile.. This plan involved sacrifice, he already knew this.. But The Beast was damned if he wasn't gonna have fun tonight. The camera fades to black]
