Corbin: Well, I'm here, what did you want to show me?
Brookside: Slow down, we're doing this thing on my schedule. Now, last week's showing. Talk me through what's been going on lad
Corbin: I'm frustrated as hell, man. Everyone has been harping on about Sami Zayn carrying me through our tag match.
Brookside: There's a reason for that sunshine, he did. You have seriously lacked focus these last few weeks and I'm done with the namby pamby bullshit. The softly softly approach doesn't work with you does it?
Brookside slaps Corbin. Corbin automatically gets into a fighting stance but catches himself before he can throw a strike at his mentor
Brookside: FOCUS! I'M NOT HAPPY WITH YOU. Last time you stepped in the ring with Jimmy Havoc you came out on the losing end. This is the sort of thing I do NOT want to see repeated. Do you understand what I'm saying Baron?
Corbin nods that he does.
Brookside: I've taken a step to make sure it doesn't happen again - or rather, I've set up a little challenge for you, it's through this door.
Robbie leads the Lone Wolf to the door of the building. He swings the door open and pushes Corbin in, throwing the sports bag after him. The camera follows Corbin into the dark interior of the cabin. Sudden the slam of the door as well as the light filtering out signals that Corbin has been locked in . After a moment a number of lights flood the area and we get a proper view of the inside. There are two main areas of note. The first is a large flat screen television which looks very out of place in the otherwise run down setting. More disturbingly however is the bloody pig carcass hanging on a butchers hook in the center of the room. The television flicks on and a hooded man with a replica white surgeon mask similar to the one worn by Jimmy Havoc. When the man speaks he has used a voice changer. The thick Liverpudlian accent gives away the fact it is Brookside
Robbie: Now then Baron, you have been given opportunities that others would that others would literally kill for. You are lucky to be in the EBWF yet you act so ungrateful...
Robbie pulls off the mask and lowers the hood and removes the mask. His voice returns to normal
Brookside: Okay, it's getting a bit clammy under this stuff. You get the picture, be a bit more appreciative and you might get a bit further not just in the wrestling business but in life. Now, if you're hearing this it means I've locked you in this glorified shed. I'm not going to let you out until you get creative. As you can see there's a dead pig hung up, I want you to mutilate it. Destroy it and show Jimmy Havoc that you are just sick as he is. Well, obvious you don't do this twisted shite to people. You get the idea, inside the bag I gave you are all the tools you'll need to make a mess. I think the correct pop culture reference is - let the games begin.
Corbin pours out the bag and all manner of goodies fall on the floor. Corbin picks up handheld hacksaw and goes to work on one of the pigs trotters. A small amount of blood spurts over him but it doesn't affect him.
Corbin: The thing with these smaller guys. If you take out the legs what have they really got? Nothing. Jimmy, outside of the ring you may well be the closest thing I have in the wrestling industry. But Jimmy, Jimmy my boy, you have done me wrong and you will pay in blood.
Corbin drops the saw and picks up a small blade, he slits the pigs throat. Blood gushes out, Corbin takes his spare hand and fills it with the blood and rubs it on his head. The blood trickles down his face.
Corbin: The Crimson mask. That's the insider term for this, right?. See, somewhere in your future James there is going to be a bloodbath at my hands, you robbed me of my opportunity and payback may be on the cards, strictly professional of course. This weeks aftermath will not witness that blood bath, that is for down the line. You won't know when, you won't know where but I will hunt you down. You think your blood lust is strong? I am a lone wolf with your scent. You are in trouble. What else have we got here?
Corbin looks through several item, nunchucks, blades, a 2x4 even a morning star but what he settles on is cordless drill with attachments. He adds the largest drill bit to the drill and bores a hole straight into the pigs head.
Corbin: Perfect! Jimmy, you get what this is right? I am trying to get into your head. Mess you up! Anything you can do, I can top. Violence is in my nature.
The door swings loudly open and Robbie Brookside walks in minus the shades and cap from earlier. He admires Baron Corbin's handiwork.
Brookside: That'll do.
Brookside turns to Corbin and sees him properly in his blood spattered glory for the first time
Brookside: Bloody hell, literally. Bloody. Hell. Now, how do you feel?
Corbin: Not going to lie, I had that building up. Probably better I did this to porky there rather than let that sort of aggression out in the ring. Then again...
Brookside: Baron, you've passed the test. I can see your passion lad, you may not care about this business like I do but I get it now, there's something more to you than just being a brute. I like that!
Corbin: You're wrong I'm as one dimensional as they come.
Brookside: I don't think somehow. Clearly you have it in you to be creative . Also this is a fitting way of paying tribute to your mate Jimmy
Corbin: Tribute? Mate?
Brookside: Imitation is the highest form of blah, blah. Listen though, now I've see some of your fire and determination it's time for it to be channeled better. I wasn't joking earlier, and I meant that slap from the bottom of my heart. These last few weeks have been a shambles and we can't have a repeat of that.
Brookside starts to cough.
Brookside: God, that thing stinks. I reckon you need to get cleaned up lad? I've scheduled you an interview with Rene tomorrow and you don't want to go dressed as black pudding, do you?
Corbin: What in the hell is black pudding?
Brookside: Google it!
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Rene Young is backstage with a much cleaner looking Baron Corbin. He is dressed in his ring gear and looks ready for action.
Rene: Baron Corbin, it's been a very troubling couple of weeks for you. How do you respond to the critics who say you were carried in your last match?
Corbin: Well, I've had time to think on that one and it turns out, it's just possible I was carried. Truth be told, I lost some of my focus but that was a minor hurdle. Sami Zayn is regarded by some as the best pound for pound wrestler in this company. That some does not include me but he did a good enough job of quote unquote carrying me. Honestly? Last week there was a lack of chemistry and that is likely because we have different attitudes. My attitude has stunk and to that I say, I'm not changing my ways for anyone so shove it up your ass. I am very happy to have cruised through last week on another man's hard work. This week I will be picking up the slack. I have something to prove to the most important entity in EBWF - I have something to prove to myself. You see Rene, as arrogant as you may want to label me one thing you could never call me is naive. I am the only one in the tag match that doesn't have gold in sight besides those tag titles. Seth Rollins, number one contender. Zayn, number one contender. Havoc, champion. Anyone who looks at that picture and uses a bit of logic can see that I am the man who has the most to gain from this opportunity.
Rene: Obviously you have history with Jimmy Havoc and that has played out for us all to see but what about Seth Rollins? What part do you see him having in the match?
Corbin: Crossfit Jesus? Jesus Rollins savior of the EBWF. The sacrificial lamb will be going to his slaughter at the hands of the Lone Wolf. I will put Rollins down and he will not get up until three days after the fact. He will be overthrown at the End of Days.
Rene: There are a lot of I statements going on in this conversation. You do understand that you need to coexist with your partner Sami Zayn, right?
Corbin: Coexist is a very good word. Good job Rene. Coexist is precisely what we will be doing. I never want to be best buds with Sami Zayn. We will never hunt deer or... moose together. I will never share a drink with a boring son of bitch like him, we won't socialize or braid each other's hair like Jimmy and Seth may but when it comes time to step between the ropes I think we shall coexist nicley. Providing he stays out of his way.
Rene: Is there anything? One Thing you like about Sami Zayn.
Corbin: There is
Rene: Care to share?
Corbin: He kicked Nakumura in the face. I like that in my tag partners
Corbin walks off