X-treme Wrestling Federation - Going for the gold

As Angelus is walking into the gym, someone calls out to him.

"Angelus."

KnightMask steps out from an alley, wearing normal civilian garb, save for his mask.

"You know what I came for. Its nothing personal."

KnightMask charges towards Angelus, throwing his duffel bag at him as he does. As Angelus knocks the duffel bag aside, KnightMask takes to the air with a flying scissor, switching directly to an ankle-lock as they crash upon the ground. However, Angelus slips out of the hold and they both spring to their feet.

"Blast...was I hoping that trick would work..."

Taken in by the clash of titans they're witnessing, civilians gather along the street. A taxi cab, driven by a Russian immigrant named Sasha, stops and pulls down his window.

"You...your sambo is good..."

"Oh, I get better...Russian," replies KnightMask. Just then, Natalia, daughter of a man he crippled in a past submission-grappling bout, emerges from the crowd.

"KnightMask, just throw the fight...Angelus...he's too dangerous...I bet against you...if you lose, my father and I will have all the money we'll ever need to get by...just lay down for him!"

"WRONG BET."

Flush with renewed determination, KnightMask clinches with Angelus and rolls into a spadle...for the pin!

Angelus KICKS-OUT! and climbs to his feet. He eyes KnightMask up and down, the lets out a good laugh.

"Is this for real? Seriously? You look like a goddamn moron in that getup. KnightMask? Nineties wrestling called and they want their gimmick back."

Angelus roundhouse kicks KnightMask sending him sprawling into traffic where a taxi cab hits him and he flips up and over the hood.

Anj laughs and heads down the street to get a sandwich.