Damien Sandwho???

[Santino]

Seth Price: Damien Sandow?? You gotta be fucking kidding me!?

(Two months Santino has been under contract with EBWF, two months Santino has beaten some great talents within the halls of EBWF, two months it took until Santino finally got his shot...and 10 minutes before it was all for nothing! Fallout was a damn disaster for Santino. It was a night he wishes he could forget. The forces of the world seemed to be against him, no matter what he did, whatever he tried, Alberto had an answer for it. Many times it seemed Santino had that match wrapped up, and against most men it would be enough. To Albertos credit, it wasn't enough for him. Yet now, in an act of pure disrespect, the powers that be within EBWF seem fit to place Santino in a match not worthy of Santinos time. Not even worthy of Albertos ring announcer! The breakout championship? Huh, one must laugh!!!)

(The scene opens moments after Santino failed to capture the path to glory championship. He sat alone in his locker room, head in hands recounting each and every move of the match. Trying to figure out where he went wrong, why he couldn't get the 3 count. However long he spent, the answer would never appear. It just seems destiny that Santino would never hold any gold within EBWF. Suddenly Seth Price walks in, disturbing Santino from his depression)

Seth Price: Santino.

(Santino looks up at Seth. Only uttering a single word)

Santino: Seth.

(Words seem to escape both men. After all, what can be said at such a time? Santino has just suffered his worst loss of his career. He was moments away from gold, something he has dreamed of since his first day in EBWF. Seth knows this, and cautious of his next words for fear of Santinos reaction)

Seth Price: He was a tough son of a bitch!

(Santino simply nods. He seems to find comfort in the silence. Seth appreciates this and leaves Santino alone. The scene fades with Santino sitting alone in his locker room, much the same as we first saw him with his head in his hands)

(The scene opens again on the morning of the following day. We are inside an unknown gold gyms close to where Santino lives. The camera focuses on Santino, finishing up his last few reps of squats. He stands, posing in front of the large mirror and admiring his work. He catches sight of the cameraman)

Santino: EBWF sent you ?

Cameraman: What gave it away, my EBWF name badge?

(Santino squints at the cocky young cameraman. He waits a few seconds before his response, taking time to make sure he heard him correctly)

Santino: Santino no like your attitude young man!

Cameraman: And I don't like having to come to a sweaty gym to hear all the same bullshit that goes on before matches! I also don't like working weekends!

Santino: Whoa! Someone woke on wrong side of bed eh!? I no want your moaning today kid! I'm on a comeback tour!!! I need all the training I can get! I no need you bringing me down! So I only warn you once, stay out of my way and keep your mouth shush! Ok??

(The young cameraman nods, begrudgingly)

Santino: So...Damien Sandow this week eh? I thought my days of breaking in the new talent was over! I thought they saw the talent I brought to the table and begin treat me with new respect! I guess Santino was wrong!

(Santino grabs a barbell and begins tossing it over his head a few times)

Santino: One loss and I'm back to one square...square one...I always get confused with those two!

(The young cameraman rolls his eyes. Santino continues his rant)

Santino: Anyway, I won't let this get me down! I admit, the loss hit me hard to begin with! But now im over it, now it's the comeback! On the road to face Tensai again! Revenge my first ever loss in EBWF and take that pathetic title of his! It's a disgrace they even put Santino in the running for the breakout championship! I mean, Santino 'broke out' long ago! Santino fought for the path to glory championship! And now, I busted down to breakout?? I've gone from top of the class to bottom in the space of a week! Once again, all because of one, simple loss! And to top it off, in order to get that pointless title I have to beat Sandow just for a SHOT at Tensai and the championship! Something just doesn't seem right in all of that!!!

(Santino finishes with the barbells and places them back on the rack. He reaches for his towel and begins mopping up some of his sweat which has formed around his forehead. He continues on)

Santino: Sandow? Who exactly are you? You've done nothing much of any notice before EBWF, and you have yet to impress me since you came here! Santino isn't gonna stand here like most, and talk about what a bad wrestler you are. Truth is, I don't really know. You haven't been here long enough for me to know what your like. Santino doesn't judge, he just does what he must. And what he must do, I'm afraid, is destroy you Sandow. It's nothing personal, I no feelings for you good or bad. You just a obstacle I have to get past. I am no stranger to battles. The rumble, Alberto, they we all battles. Obviously I find it hard to believe your in the same league as those, but whether you are to not, Santino knows what must be done. I wish luck to you, Sandow! May the best man win.

(Santino drops the towel and continues with his workout. Unusually for Santino, he has afforded his opponent, Mr Damien Sandow, a great deal of respect. He has given him the benefit of the doubt with his talent, and has avoided any trash talk which is sun-ominous with professional wrestling. It is clear Santino holds no ill feelings towards Sandow, and merely using the match for what it truly is, a stepping stone to MODERATLY better things)

(Moments later, when Santino has finished with his workout, he is seen on the phone)

Santino: Yeah, I got the call for the other day. I face Damien Sandow.

Seth Price: Damien Sandow?? You gotta be fucking kidding me!?