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In Hollywood, California, the hills of the city shine beneath the April sun. A postman approaches an opulent mansion with a gate surrounding it. The letters "RR" are forged into the center of double door gate. The post worker walks to the gate and quickly realizes his entrance is barred. He sees an intercom on the right side of the gate. He hesitantly presses the button and a loud beep is heard.

Secretary
Hello?

The post man looks down at a envelope in his hand.

Post Man Larry
I'm looking for a Mr...


Secretary
Yes, yes. He'll see you now

The gates make a loud clanking sound as they open inward. The post man could of swore he heard angelic singing as the doors of the gate open wide allowing passage into the 3 story mansion before him.

Larry walks forward into the driveway, walking passed large double wide limo and parked under awning that is as beautifully constructed as the roof the mansion himself is a Rolls-Royce 2019 Phantom, black as the night. What California sun shines on it, reflects it's almost metallic paint. As he approaches the mahogany double doors of the mansion, it flies open before he can step upon the stoop. He freezes up as the Secretary stands in the door, a hand on her hip and very annoyed look on her face.

With her free hand she it out. Silently demanding the letter. The post man, shakily hands it off and before he can blink the door is slammed in his face. Suddenly, 2 large bald men with black sweatshirts roughly grab the post man's arms and carry him out...

Mean while, within the confines of this Bruce Wayne like manor, the Secretary makes her way down a long hallway, with countless busts of the owner mansion, lined along the walls. As he enters the owner of the mansions study she says nervously...

Secretary
Mr. Royce?

A large executive swivel chair swings around revealing none other then Raymond Royce, annoyed. He slams an open hand on his cherry-wood desk.

Raymond Royce
Yeeeeeees?

Secretary
You have a letter...

Raymond looks down at the letter as she extends it out to him then back up at the secretary.

Raymond Royce
A letter?

The Secretary says nothing for fear of upsetting an already flustered Royce after a moment of silence Raymond snatches the letter from her slim fingers. He opens the envelope and pulls from it a folded paper and opens it, reading it's content.

Dear, Raymond Allen Royce

This is letter from CMV Headquarters in Richmond, Connecticut. We humbly ask for your insightful services in guiding young, fresh and new prospects for CMV developmental territory New Generation Wrestling. Enclosed is contact information for CMV Executive XXXXXX XXXXXXXX. You're talents as a Professional Sports "Scout" seem very useful and ideal for bringing out the best out of our young talent.

Signed, XXXXXX XXXXXXXX

Raymond Royce closes the letter and ponders for moment... the secretary looking nervously at Raymond...

Suddenly he makes note of her.

Raymond Royce
You're still here!?