*Scene*
*Flashback*
::In the Summer of 1996 a young man walks out of a bodega in the Bensonhurst section of Brooklyn, New York. The young man takes a left turn and starts walking down the street. The young man walks across the street and continues to walk down the next block. The young man sees a couple of men down the street. The young man’s eyes widen when he sees them and quickly ducks into the open door of a business. The young man looks relieved as he stands in the doorway of the business. The young man than looks around and notices he is in a gym. As he looks around he sees weights, punching bags, stationary bikes, treadmills, stair mills, and Three rings on the other side of the gym. As a guy who looks to be around the young man’s age is walking passed him, he taps the guy on the shoulder.::
Young man:Hey man, what is this place?
Guy at the gym:This is a wrestling academy.
Young Man:Really?
Guy at the gym:Yeah, a couple of established wrestlers from New York started the academy a couple years ago. Anyway, I have to get back to practice.
::The guy at the gym walks away.::
Young man:Interesting. Thanks, man!
::The young man continues to walk around. The young man looks over at a wall and sees a banner hanging on the wall that says “HOG” in all caps and under that it says “House of Glory”. The young man stands in the same spot watching these men and women taking bumps. The young man turns and starts walking toward the door.::
*Present Day*
::Enforcer is walking down a dingy, not very well lit hallway. He then turns into a doorway before walking down a flight of stairs. Once Enforcer gets to the bottom of the stairs he sees a bunch of people watching a bare knuckle fight in the middle of this big warehouse. Enforcer feels a hand on his right shoulder. Enforcer looks over and sees his friend, Juan. Enforcer and Juan embrace.::
Juan:Anthony!!!!! How’s it going my friend?
Enforcer:I’m doing well, Juan.
Juan:Justice and the kids are doing ok?
Enforcer:Everyone is doing well.Isabelle is in college at Stanford. Who would have thought a child of mine would be in college? In her three years of college the worst she has done is a 3.5 GPA. She is loving the California life and weather. Where if it hits the fifties it is freezing.
Juan:They are delicate, Anthony.
Enforcer: Justice is enjoying retirement. She says she gets to be a mom to Ian and a trophy wife.
Juan:Ha Ha! She did marry ancient.
::Enforcer flips Juan off.::
Enforcer:You act like I am rocking the cradle? Justice is in her early thirties. By the way,who are you calling ancient? Your three years older than I am.
Juan:But I make those years look good.
Enforcer:You do, my friend.
Juan:And Ian is doing well?
Enforcer:He is killing it in the seventh grade and doing well on his baseball teams. He’ll be the next great New York Yankee. You just watch.
Juan:I don’t don’t doubt it.
Enforcer:Looks like business is going well.
Juan:It sure is. Everytime I put one of these together we are moving at least high six figures if not getting into the seven figures.
Enforcer:Very impressive.
Juan:The bosses are pleased that I am making them and I a lot of money.
Enforcer:Who would have thought when we met that day at House of Glory we would have built a life long friendship and both be as successful as we are?
Juan:I’m sayin. Not only did you get out of the life but you also have been one of the worlds greatest wrestlers of the last twenty years.
Enforcer:(Looking over at Juan sideways with a smile on his face)Only one of the greatest? Do I need to remind you that I am the greatest person to ever live?
Juan:If you mean the greatest person to ever live who lost his NCW debut match? Then sure, I’ll give you that.
::Both men start laughing. Someone motions for Juan from across the room.::
Juan:Anthony, I have to go handle something. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.
Enforcer:Alright. Go handle your business.
::Enforcer and Juan dap fist bump and Juan walks off. Enforcer casually walks around. He takes a peek at the fight going on.::
Enforcer:I never got the appeal of these back room underground fight clubs. But hey it is an appeal to a large group of pur society which makes it a cash cow. One would have to ask themselves if not for these kind of events would UFC or other MMA organizations even exist? Like Dana White I would be more interested in the money it brings in.
::One of the fighters delivers a massive kick out of no where to his opponent which knocks the opponent down to the floor. The crowd is amazed by the kick and start to cheer the kick and the fighter that delivered the kick.::
Enforcer:That is the thing I am expecting to step into the rin…..Wait am I stepping into a Junkyard for a battle royal? I’d like to see how that works. I thought the name of the game was wrestling. If I wanted to have a street fight I would have stayed in Brooklyn and fought my way up the ranks in the Gambino Family. Twenty two years in the business, countless wins, and championships under my belt and I have been subjected to this. Go figure. I have to go into a brawl and face four opponents. Only three that I know of at this point to become the NCW Bloody Hardcore champion.
::Enforcer rolls his eyes and shrugs his shoulders.::
Enforcer:The only appealing thing about this fight is that I get chance to add another championship to my trophy room. Wait, that is a lie. The second thing I am interested in is getting my revenge on the “Alpha Wolf” about cheating his way to victory the last time we stepped into the ring. I assure you, Adam. That won’t happen again. The fact that I will walk out as the Bloody Hardcore Champion is a perk. I am sure once I walk out of that junkyard with the title belt I will catapult in the rankings so I can go after championships that I would really want. To those current champions out there let me warn you to keep your eyes open and head on a swivel because I will let the champion of the title I really have my eye on of my intentions very soon. Once I become that champion I might just donate the Bloody Hardcore title to a thrift store or something like that.
::Enforcer walks over to an area where security is letting people in. The security guard lets Enforcer walk into the area. Enforcer takes a seat as another fight has just gotten started. An attractive woman comes over and whispers in his ear. Enforcer says something back to her and the attractive woman walks away.::
Enforcer:Now, in this junkyard brawl, I am also facing a mystery opponent. Well, buddy if you don’t have the balls to show your face you are obviously no threat to me. Grow a set and let the wrestling world know when your balls have dropped and you are post puberty, you little bitch.
::The attractive woman comes back and hands Enforcer a glass of scotch. Enforcer thanks her and hands her a fifty dollar bill.::
Enforcer:Someone who does have a set between their legs is Lexi Havoc. Lexi, I have got to say I am impressed. You are indeed a bad ass and you will definitely be a superstar in this business. But let me tell you something that I am sure you have heard but if you haven’t let me put you on notice that I don’t let anyone make their name in this business at my expense. You and your so called cult of villains may think you are all tough shit. Well, Lexi come over to Brooklyn and we will show you what is really up and after we do you’ll go back to being the biggest fangirl to the loser from Ohio and the super dyke from Adelaide, Australia.
::Enforcer takes a sip of scotch.::
Enforcer:Than there is my last opponent, Dario Arturo Cortez. I am going to assume that is your name because from what I hear is you are having an argument with the management of NCW about your name. Look whatever you want to call yourself, I really don’t care about your name, what you have done, if you had a standing ovation or not I am only interested in beating you. Your quest for the Hall of Fame will have to be put on hold. By the time I am done with you, you will be already for the Hall of Shame. I really am glad you brought in people to help you train. You can bring one, two, three, four people, the whole country of England, or even the entire world. I assure you, whatever your name is, while those fools can help you train they cannot match by greatness. All the people in the world cannot combine their greatness to match up to mine. It just can’t be done. So, you can piss, bitch, and moan about your name all you want. It won’t matter in the end because nobody is going to even remember you.
::The people cheer as another fight ends. Enforcer takes another sip of scotch.::
Enforcer: I’ve got to hand it to the “American Alpha Pup”. I am going to guess you think you have found your aggression. Adam, it won’t be enough to put me down on a second time. Over my twenty two years career there have been less than a handful of people who have gotten the best of me more than once and you won’t be making that list of the chosen few Adam. I have studied the match and corrected my mistakes. Now when the bright lights of a pay per view is on us I will right the wrong of the tragedy in Scotland. You can beat on your chest and stick it out to say you have actually done something and back to your old self. Hell, you got a victory over the Enforcer. That is a mic drop moment right there, Adam. You are going to go down as someone who overstayed their welcome in their respective sport. When we step into the ring again Adam, people are going to not be able to look at the beating I give you. They are going to feel sad for you and your lovely girlfriend will have to throw in the towel to save you from your own bad decisions. While my hand is being raised in victory little Miss Maria will be lusting after me as you lay in a bloody heap on the ground. You as well as the entire NCW will be reminded that I am still truly all world, still all dominant, and still the greatest person to ever live.
::The Enforcer continues to watch the fights going on as the screen fades to black.::