Hi Topher

A camera follows laughter into the halls. We see a locker room painted with imagery that can only elude to one man. The camera continues to follow and peaks in at Payaso curled up in the corner of his room, seated with the belt around his shoulder and the briefcase near his feet. Payaso starts to notice the camera man enter.




Payaso
That’s close enough. Did Newsome send you?

The camera shakes his head “no.”

Payaso
Well that’s no fun. Let me deliver a message to Tops. He’s gonna love it!

Payaso gets off the ground and looks into the camera.

Payaso
Hey buddy, hope you don’t mind me keeping your briefcase safe. Don’t worry, I only wanted it as a souvenir. Oh, and sorry about the bruises, hahaha. But jokes aside, Tops you didn’t think it would be that simple did you? That’s not how we solve our problems around here. You can’t just lose your belt and go fetch another. I wanted you to put up a fight at least. But now that I’ve shown you what it’s like to have a permanent red filter on everything you see, I issue a proposal.

Payaso drops the belt to crack his knuckles and twist his neck.

Payaso
I’ve done all the work here Tops. You’ve failed each time and quite frankly, It gets a little boring seeing you beg for mercy. So here’s what I offer. Three Matches. One match for the Television Championship. One match for the Money in the Bank Briefcase. And one final match to declare ultimate superiority. That last match is for all the marbles. So let’s say I win, then you win, then we somehow both knock each other unconscious. We’ll have a crowned champion and Money in the Bank holder. Now let's put on a show Newsome. And one more thing…

Payaso charges at the camera and clocks it with the briefcase.