Unmasking Zayn

[Batista]

Just haven't felt good but here you go.

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The scene opens with Batista dressed in blue jeans with a light blue shirt on, wearing black sunglasses as he is walking along the streets of Tijuana, Mexico. Everyone is going about their business as The Animal stops one guy, who looked to be in a rush to be somewhere but with Batista's strength, he finds he can't move as he looks up at the bigger frame of Batista, wondering what he wants.

"¿Qué?"

Batista looks puzzled, not understanding what the guy just said.

"Um, I just need to ask a question. Do you know of a guy named Sami Zayn?"

It's time for the Hispanic guy to look puzzled, not understanding what Batista just said.

"Disculpe? Se puede repetir una vez más?"

Rolling his eyes, he is getting annoyed.

"I don't know Spanish! Talk English dammit!"

Sensin some frustration in Batista, the guy attempts to dicepher what The Animal is saying.

"Sami Zayn, es que un nombre?"

It looks like Batista is trying really hard to figure out what the Hispanic guy said after Sami Zayn, figuring it's something important.

"Yeah, Do you know who he is?"

The Hispanic guy shakes his head, probably pretending not to know who the guy is when in actuality, he is just trying not to piss someone as big and tall as Batista is.

"Oh goodness ... Sami ... Zayn ... Do YOU ... KNOOOWWWW ... Where I ..." Points to himself. "Can find information on HIM?"

Shaking his head, the Hispanic fellow looks alittle more obvious he is just not understanding what Batista is talking about, trying to leave before something more comss of it.

"No sé lo que estás diciendo, pero espero que encuentre quién o qué está buscando, amigo. Estoy en mi camino ahora."

With all that said, the guy leaves as Batista just stands there, annoyed and frustrated. Then he sees a woman walking by, stopping her, attempting to get some revelant information on his opponent.

"Hi, you must comprehend the English language. Do you know who Sami Zayn is?"

She gives him a look as if she somewhat understand what he is saying.

"No sé donde puedo encontrar esta Sami Zayn, este es su pareja?"

All Batista could get out of it was No and Sami's name, figuring she doesn't know and doesn't comprehend that she just asked if Sami Zayn was his "partner" that he was trying to find. Smirking, he walks off, talking under his breath.

"Well, thanks for nothing."

This time The Animal is looking around, trying to find someone, anyone, who can at least understand what he's going to say and hopefully, that can speak SOME type of English along the way.

"God, is there noone who can speak English here?"

Then a voice is heard close enough, coming behind a vegetable cart with a hispanic guy standing behind it, smiling with a mustache and slicked back black short hair.

"Did you say you needed information on Sami Zayn?"

Finally, an English speaking person as Batista gladly walks over to him.

"Yeah, do you know him?"

Smirking, giving us the impression that he does know him.

"I know Sami Zayn but in order to tell you all his secrets, you must buy from my stand. It's all fresh."

Not exactly in the mood to buy or feeling that hungry, Batista focuses in on the guy.

"I'm not spending a dime without you telling me something about him."

Looking up in the air, giving you the impression he's attempting to come up with some type of lie.

"He has many secrets. Zayn is very talented; quick, agile and athletic. 'and ummm ..."

Batista looks at him almost saying is that it.

"Get out of here! I hate people that are liars!"

Almost as if he is going to raise his hand to slap the guy, he runs away quickly as The Animal puts his hands on his hips, shaking his head in frustration.

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This time, we see The Animal standing inside a wrestling ring; an empty wrestling ring for that matter in the soon to be jam packed Warfare crowd. He's in his wrestling gear, tights, elbow and knee pads, all in blue as he stares out at the camera with a very serious look to him.

"The Wrestling Ring; God's greatest gift to the wrestling fanatics such as you and me, Zayn."

Lightly gripping the top ring ropes.

"I actually attempted to get some information about you, Zayn in Tijuana, Mexico and see who this guy under the mask really was. I got no-where with that one. No one believed in speaking English. No one believed in giving me a direct answer. And one idiot wanted to dupe me into giving him money for a man he knew very little about! I mean really, is this where you've resided for a period of your life?"

Giving a slight smirk, wondering why anyone would want to put themselves through that.

"Living your life under a mask. Where the hell is the pride in that? That's ok, I'll be sure you not only bring your mask back to the U.S., but you also wear it permanetly! Because the amount of damage I'm going to be set to do to you some may call Animalistic. Chaotic. And inhumane. I heard the people cheering, chanting, singing Ole' like it's your motivational tool to get wins."

Tapping the top ropes, making them bounce a bit, Batista features a sly smile on his face.

"People like you, people that achieve so much elsewhere are so blinded by the praise and achievements that when they actually wrestle athletic, gifted, elite talent that they are so dumbfounded when they realize the wins don't come as easy. You dance around this ring like it's your canvas; like your easel you're about to paint on. Everyone just ADORES you. Your moves. Your athleticism. Your passion for the wrestling business. You know what I see when I look at you? I see a man that once had it all and once he stepped foot in the big leagues, he got overwhelmed. You were like a lost little puppy dog looking for a home. Thank goodness for Wes Ikeda, huh? What makes you so much more special than everyone elese, huh? Your high flying ability? The way you can take a beating and get back up? Or the fact you kept on losing only to map out false delusions that one day you'll break out of your little funk that you were in?"

Standing up straight, The Animal stares down the camera with pure intensity.

"Who is Sami Zayn? Is he this man that respects everyone and doesn't dare step on anyone's toes in tear of not being liked? Or is he the man that has achieved great success working his way up the ranks from wrestling promotions such as Pro Wrestling Guerrilla and ROH. From where I'm standing? I think it's the former. You try so hard to be well liked not only by the boys in the back, but also the fans, that you lose sight of what's really important and that's actually making each match count. Making each move hit get you closer to the top of the food chain. The problem with you is that your too busy girling it up with the fans to realize your star is fading. Everything that you've accomplished elsewhere is little by little being erased from everyone's memories. El Generico is a think of the past and who you are is nothing more than a joke, a has-been and a man that can't get the job done when it really matters."

Looking down at the ring canvas, Batista appears to be gathering his thoughts, mentally preparing himself for a fight and picturing in his head what he will need to do in order to win against Zayn.

"You know, I used to be like you too. Believing in respect. Believing people in the back actually cared. It's only a false sense of security and then just like that ..." Snapping his fingers. "They will turn on you. I'm sure you've already made up your mind in how you're going to attack me and I have a pretty good idea of what I'm going to do in order to get my first win here on Warfare. On Warfare, people won't be chanting Ole' anymore. They will have a new chant and call you loser! It's not for the lack of effort against a man like me. It's more the fact you're just not good enough to hang with elite talent that are ten times better than you are. You don't like what I have to say?"

DEAL WITH IT!

The Animal turns his back to the camera, leaving the ring. He's about to go back to his locker room but before he does so, Batista looks back, at the ring and at the empty seats that'll be filled soon enough. Fade out.