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Planning Ahead - Monolith - 11-03-2014 A brightly lit narrow corridor snakes into the distance. A number of identical doorways run in parallel lines either side. An anonymous man in a grimy boiler suit slowly wheels a janitorial cart into view. He pauses and sighs with the resignation of someone destined to shovel shit for the rest of their days. He places a filthy bucket on the ground and produces a threadbare mop from the cart. He whistles tunelessly as he begins to absent mindedly slop murky water across the floor. Suddenly, Daniel Rapaport enters the frame walking with anxious haste. He has a concerned expressions upon his face and a mysterious folder tucked under his arm. Excuse me, lowly menial worker! I'm in something of a hurry! Hold your horses there, Mister Country Club! Can't you see I'm working here? I'll be done in just a minute. The Janitor deliberately slows to a methodically slow pace. Daniel taps his feet impatiently. Come on, don't antagonise me. I'm a very busy man! I know the concept of hard work is difficult to comprehend for an oafish slob like you but I demand you let me pass! The Janitor plucks a thin, crudely rolled cigarette from behind his ear and places it between his lips. Gee, I'd really like to an' all but it just so happens that you caught me on my smoke break! I'm afraid I'll be another few minutes at best. He strikes a match against the wall, lights the cigarette and exhales a thick plume of smoke towards Rapaport. Look here you horrible little cretin! You're in direct violation of the health and safety code! I could have you fired for this! I have powerful friends! But I'm willing to overlook this indiscretion if you just let me go about my business! The Janitor sighs wearily and tosses the burning cigarette towards the ground. Would you please be more careful?! These shoes had to be imported. They're worth more than your entire goddamn salary! Hell, even the cow that gave up his hide to make them probably had more class than you! Do you realise what would happen if you got ash all over them? Gee, I'm real sorry. Here, let me clean that up... The Janitor plunges the mop back into the bucket and sprays a torrent of shitty water directly at Daniel's footwear. His mouth opens in horror and the colour drains from his face. I...I...I... Is there a problem, Sir?! I'm going to pretend like that didn't happen. Please, you've made your point. Can I go now? But if I let you go then you're just gonna get those filthy wet footprints all over my nice clean floor! Look, what will it take to make you piss off?! Well, that's no way for a fine gentleman like you to speak! But I suppose somebody who can afford such fancy shoes isn't short of a few bucks, huh?! Rapaport screws up his face in disdain and thrusts his hand into his pocket. He begrudgingly produces some screwed up bills and places them in the outstretched sweaty palm of the Janitor. You haven't heard the last of this! Whatever... He steps to one side and sarcastically gestures for Rapaport to pass. Daniel squelches his way down the corridor as the Janitor chuckles and begins to whistle again. Rapaport stops at the door marked 'Monolith' and knocks purposefully. It swings open. What the hell took you so long? Monolith hears the Janitor's merry whistling and glances at Daniel's soggy feet. He smiles. Having trouble with the help, huh?! Err... just forget it. Look, I came here to give you this... He takes the folder and passes it to Monolith. What the hell is this? Oh, just a little something that I had the boys in R & D prepare for you. You see, I feel that we've lost track of late. And if you're to assume your rightful place at the very top of the XWF summit then we can't afford any more slip ups. So I decided to put together a comprehensive dossier on your next opponent. It's like I've always said; if you fail to prepare then you prepare to fail! Monolith looks unimpressed. He opens the folder and glances at the first page. He screws up his face is disbelief. Err... Boss, did you actually take the time to check this out before you gave it to me? No. Why do you ask? Monolith sighs and turns the folder to face Daniel. Daniel, that isn't Mastermind! That's Megamind! It looks like you and your corporate stooges have wasted valuable time and money researching a fucking kids' movie! Those incompetent fools! Heads will roll for this! Relax, Daniel. I mean, I've watched Mastermind's promos and it's actually pretty easy to get him confused with a dumb cartoon character! Besides, even the shittiest pre-school movie is preferable to watching that moron prance around the ring aimlessly. You see, this is your problem, Daniel; you're so caught up with all this bureaucratic bullshit that you lose sight of the reason why I came back to the XWF. I'm not here to mess around with statistics and paperwork. I don't have time to read War and fucking Peace every time I have a match! I'm here to break necks, cash cheques and carve a swathe of destruction through this entire company! So, you stick to your pen-pushing and redundant dossiers and I'll stick to what I do best, Daniel; kicking the asses of puny pissants like Mastermind! He angrily thrusts the folder back into Rapaport's hand. Now, piss off and take this with you! And I guarantee that by the time Wednesday Warfare is upon us I'll be more than adequately prepared to crush Mastermind with my bare hands! Oh, and watch your step on the way out, Daniel; the floors a little wet... Monolith angrily slams the door shut leaving a speechless, red-faced Rapaport stood in the corridor. Fade...