The final line of a Deadline

(The camera starts up and we see Reno sitting alone in a locker room somewhere, slowly taping his hands up, already in his wrestling gear save for one of his signature shirts and his ring jacket. The former “One Man Crime Spree” looks rested, ready, and raring to go)

Reno: The deadline for things to get going in chapter one is slowly coming due and one by one, each of the wrestlers...sorry CLIENTS...that are apart of the Wrestleworld roster have been arriving, getting ready for the night to come in their own ways.

Tonight is a moment of truth for a lot of people, myself especially because four years ago, I willingly walked away from all of this...I hung my ring gear up and put my wrestling boots in the top of the back of the closet because I thought I was done.

Reno stops, smirks for a moment before shaking his head as he goes back to taping his left hand.

Reno: But here I am again, preparing for the match to come like I’d never took a second away from the ring. I never stopped working out, taking care of myself, or practicing...and when I started working hard to get myself back into fighting shape, I found that everything was muscle memory at that point with my trainer and friends saying that I hadn’t forgotten a thing.

So tonight, it doesn’t matter what side of the ring that I’m on...everyone is going to see what this Ronin can do and the fans that have come here to witness the return of Reno Dumont won’t be disappointed because even though I’ve got two of the toughest of the current generation of wrestlers by my side...I will be able to hold my OWN.

Which brings me now to you, Balour.

He stops taping his hand up and slowly starts to stretch his fingers, clenching the hand tightly...firmly as he raises his eyes to look up at the camera.

Reno: I caught your little promo and kid, I don’t know who think that you were talking to because I know sure as shit it wasn’t me.

Your little mouthpiece cut a very pretty picture, you used creative wordplay to tell a very interesting tale that had my attention...up until you said that your man was…

Reno holds up both hands and does air quotes

Reno: “waiting for my fear to overflow.”

Slowly, he lowers his hands but as he does so, Reno’s face took on a look of determination.

Reno: At that point, I knew that you weren’t talking about me, Vladislov, because that would imply that you nor your pet wanna-be there didn’t do your homework because if you had then you would’ve known one simple fact the last thing you want to do is trigger a walking weapon and son, that’s what you’ve gone and done.

I have stepped into the ring with Russian demons, Japanese killer angels, Mexican hellcrawlers, Canandian cannibals, and Samoan werewolves among a great host of other creatures in my time in the squared circle and you can be fucking rest assured, Balour and Vladislov, that in each and everyone of those encounters *I* walked out of them and while in some cases I was bloody, THEY were left in the crimson gore bags that was once their bodies.

He slowly gets up, his signature smirk appearing on his face as he never lets his unblinking gaze leave the camera.

Reno: And that, Balour, that wasn’t me bragging but that was me simply stating a tried and true fact in that if they couldn’t beat me down then what chance do you have of proving yourself to be my better?

None.

Tonight you are stepping into the ring with not only Christopher Sabertooth and Jessica Rose, two of toughest wrestlers that I can seen come out of this new Omega Wrestling Alliance but also you’re on the same team as Stephanie FUCKINGMatsuda and I know for a fact that the moment you put your own fucking self righteous ego above the team-she will put you down faster than you can blink!

Why...because she is a fucking professional.

And you Balour, you are nothing more than just another rookie trying to play the monster card.

Reno then holds up his hands in a surrender-like motion.

Reno: Now don’t get me wrong, from what little I’ve seen of your work elsewhere you’ve got the skills, there is no questioning or doubting that…

He then slowly lowers his hands, his smirk only becoming more sinister than anything.

Reno: But Balour, you are still green around the gills and I can smell it from here. I’ve studied the tapes of your past work and I have already seen well over two dozen different spots that I can exploit because I have been in this sport for two decades, that is twenty years of constant daily and nightly warfare on levels that you can’t even begin to fathom.

Twenty years of travelling up and down roads, shutting up and listening to the wisdom of those that have come before me. Twenty fucking years of paying dues across this world more times than you’ve actually put PIKE to ASS!!

And tonight, in front of the powers that be of Wrestleworld I can fucking promise you...Vladislov...Stephanie Matsuda, Crazy Violet, Christopher Sabertooth, and Jessica Rose one thing for absoultley FUCKING certain!

His face breaks out into a very broad, honest smile as he throws his arms out, a laugh full of joy and mirth.

Reno: But the work waits ...I'm alive at last!

And I'm full of JOY!!

He lowers his arms and takes a step towards the camera pointing right into the pickup with a definite passion glittering in his dark eyes.

Reno: I’m more than ready for this real bout, boys and girls, so you’d better be as well!

(Reno reaches over and grabs the rest of his ring gear and heads out of the camera’s view as it fades to black)