X-treme Wrestling Federation

Open to pitch black...





Then lights begin to flicker. Suddenly, the flickers stop and the vision becomes clear. Seeing the ceiling of a dirty Mexican hospital room.


Hunter Payne is shaking the cobwebs off as he is still somewhat out of it. Suddenly his hands run up to touch his face when he remembers the pyro accident he was in. A small bandage is felt on his temple. Along with a sigh of relief Hunter notices his cell phone vibrating on the drawer next to him, it's a text message.


Hunter still shaken up, grabs his cell phone and begins to look through it. He notices by the massive attention his phone has been receiving that word has gotten out of Zorro's accident, and friends an family are concerned of his safety. Before he can reply, JT, Hunter's Hollywood agent enters the room.


JT: Hey Hunter! How you feeling buddy?... You took quite the beating from those fireworks...



JT then pulls his phone out his pocket and hands it to Hunter Payne.



JT: It's all over the news. Check it out!



Hunter looks at the video that was already playing when JT handed him the phone.






Payne: Shit!



JT: I know!




JT takes his phone back and hands Hunter a small mirror that was nearby.



JT: As you can see by some miracle, all you received was a few bruises and you have is a small cut on the side of your forehead.




Hunter takes a glance at his face with the mirror, and quickly breaks the mirror alongside the bed railing.



Payne: Don't look at me JT! I'm hideous!



JT: Uhh... It's just a scratch...



Payne: NO! Stop lying! I'm horribly deformed!



JT: Seriously? You're fine.



Payne: My acting career is over!... Nobody wants to see me now!... JT stop looking at me!



JT lifts his hand to block the side of his head, covering his eyes as he looks away from Hunter Payne.



Payne: I know what I must do now...

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Later on...





Still in his hospital bed, Hunter Payne is chatting it up with somebody on the phone. JT is nowhere to be found as Hunter begins to yell.



Payne: You realize I almost got my face burned off right?!...



This is totally unfair!




Yeah...




It's not funny!...




Uh-huh...





I don't care if it is his first show as the only GM of Madness. Tell Mr. Eldred I am injured...




Come on Sly....




Alright fine! I'll beat Scott Charlotte Monday night! Even being as wounded as I am!




Yeah whatever. Blow me later...



Uhh sorry. That's the anesthesia talking... I meant see you later... bye!




Hunter Payne hangs up just as Ray Peterson and Joseph Kain walk into the hospital room. First looking around in disgust before knocking on the wall to get Hunter's attention. Once Hunter looks and sees his SEX members, he quickly turns his head the other way and screams.




Payne: DON'T LOOK AT ME!!!




Peterson and Kain oblige.




Kain: What happened man?



Payne: My face! I'm a hideous monster now since that accident.




Peterson: Really? Do you need one of us to take your place against Scott Charlotte?



Payne: I tried to talk to Sly about that, but since it's Morgan Eldred's first night as full acting GM. They want me to compete as scheduled. Burned or not. Which is a travesty! I mean I am seriously hurt! Look at my face!.. But don't look at my face though... You get my point.



Peterson: What's wrong with your face?



JT: Nothing. But let's humor him.



JT walks into the room unbeknownst to anyone. He has a small duffle bag with him. Hunter calls for JT as he talks towards the opposite wall to avoid showing his face to his company.



Payne: JT is that you?



JT: Yep.



Payne: Did you get what I asked?



JT: Yes I did. Here you go.



JT places the dufflebag onto Hunter's lap without making eye contact.



Payne: Excellent.




Kain: What's in there?



Payne: Just what I need to compete on Madness.



Hunter pulls out a badass looking mask out of the dufflebag. And places it over his head. The last image is the mask on Hunter Payne's head.