In the Kingdom of the Blind...

(The camera fades in and we see a nicely appointed room in whites and blacks with a single white leather chair in the middle of the room at which point the camera does a close of a metal and glass table set in front of the white chair and shows us a familiar wicked looking mask and stays focused on it for a few seconds before pulling away from it….which we now find that Reno Dumont himself sitting in the white chair, staring at the camera and looking thoughtful)



Reno:
Hello Mister Santiago, I would be kind and ask you how you’re doing but I already know the answer to that one.

You’re no doubt an angry little shit.

Angry at the fact that your [does air quotes] “precious” plans for Lillie Saint went awry because someone came down to the ring and, well, put a sizable boot up across your jaw for your efforts, huh?

(Reno gives the camera a slight “sad” look for a moment before he shakes his head, the “sad” look disappearing)

Reno:
Now before you cut some promo about how some “nobody” stuck his nose into your business, you can stop yourself right there because it wasn’t some “nobody” that stopped your shit before you started.

It was me.

Reno mother fucking Dumont.

So as far as you are concerned, a real FUCKING.*WRESTLER* and that’s not ego, Santiago, no...that’s the whole damn truth because while you come in here to Wrestleworld and claiming to be some kind of cult leader, everyone in the front and in the back to the fans at ringside all know one simple fact and that is you’re nothing more than a pretty boy trying to play wrestler.

(Reno leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers before he looks over them, never breaking his gaze with the camera)

Reno:
You see, Drago, I’ve seen a lot of little shits like you come and go throughout twenty odd years of being an active professional wrestlers and I’ve wrestled men who thought that they were gods among men, vampires, killer clowns, all sorts of animals, and every single thing in between and I’ve torn them all down from their own self built ivory towers and burned them upon their own pyres of self loathing.

Which brings me right to you, Drago, because you see the eyes are useless when the mind is blind.

You see you’re sitting there in the dark of some cheap ass hotel room, surrounded by your little paid hooker friends, and just doing nothing more than counting the days till your next paycheck happens and you naturally assumed with your closed mind that this paycheck will come with the winner’s purse because you are “oh so great”...

Hate to tell you this kid, but the winner of this match is going to be me and the answer is simply because I take this profession a hell of a lot more seriously than you ever could on your best day...I mean, fuck kid-on your BEST day you couldn’t beat me on my WORST!

(Reno motions at the mask)

Reno:
He knows it, he’s seen me at my best and my worst. He’s seen my most epic of wins and my most epic of fails...there is no hiding from him….just like there is no hiding from *ME*, Drago.

Yes, I will have Lillie Saint in my corner and if she chooses to perform some form of unnatural violence upon you then so be it because to be honest, she’s owed that much by your scrawny ass for what you tried to do last week and that’s me being polite.

(Reno’s eyes then snap to the mask as does the camera for a moment at which point Reno nods in approval or agreement)

Reno:
He makes a very good case doesn’t he? Why should I make your beating quick and painful, Drago, why should I simply crush your spirit and then send you off with your death warrant?

No...he’s right.

An example is needed and you, you Drago are the most unluckiest bastard in the world for you get to serve as the example….an example to both halves of the Red Zone, an example of what’s to come once Nobi is done putting that little bitch Andrew out to pasture and we finally come to take the property that rightfully belongs to the Wild Cards...as such, D'Angelo...Zaire...please pay close attention to what is about to happen to Mister Drago and make sure to take notes, as I know that Lillie will, on how to properly dismantle a bitch on live television.

And why *YES* D’Angelo and Zaire….this will be on something that neither one of you dumb fucks have ever passed which is a *TEST*.

(Reno closes his eyes and lets out a very deep and twisted laugh for a few seconds before he stops just as suddenly and opens his eyes to look hard at the camera)

Reno:
Come to chapter seventeen, Drago. Come to chapter seventeen...come and witness the bringer of your broken dreams.

(Reno then gets up and walks away but the camera then pans down to where his mask should be-only to find nothing but a blank spot as the screen fades to black)