Sour Grapes

Backstage, it is a whirlwind of chaos as chairs are being thrown and tables are being upended. Kraft services are across the floor even as in the background we hear the faint reverberations of music, 'On Top Of The World' and muffled voices saying something indistinct. But it isn't the focus, because in front of us is a sweat-soaked muscular man breathing heavily and staggering and shuffling around in front of us. He's limping with every step he takes, and his hands are clutching his abdominal muscles...maybe lower. The gleaming jaws of that jaguar mask look especially menacing, as well as the bright green eyes that seem to stare right through us when he every so often looks our way toward the camera.

Jungle Jaguar: Do you think it's clever, what you're doing? This war you're waging against your friends? Against yourself? Do you think it's clever to make yourself an enemy of me, and to interfere in my career?!

The masked man now turns fully toward the camera, forcing himself to stand tall, and walking toward us with a steady stalking gait. He's pointing toward us with his left hand, while flexing his pecs every so often as he gets more animated.

Jungle Jaguar Teddy Mac is a friend of yours. I am not. Next week, I'm paying you back for the kindness you've shown me. Whether it happens in a wrestling ring, or it happens in a locker room, or it happens in a parking lot, that is irrelevant. You've tainted this temple. Now it has to be cleaned.

In anger, Jaguar grabs the camera out of the cameraman's hands, flinging it aside as it suddenly and unceremoniously breaks. Instantly, we're left with blackness. And nothing else.