After being locked up indefinitely by Tallahassee police, on behalf of Governor Nikomedes, Ricky Maine wakes up in a paddy wagon locked up with three other prisoners. None of the men can move and only one of them is awake. Maine shakes off what drugs the great state of Florida had forced on him. He takes in his surroundings before screaming at the officers in the front of the vehicle. After a minute he gets no response and looks over again toward the other prisoners, the only other inmate awake at this point introduces himself.

"Haha there's no point man... Dwyane brother. I'd shake your hand but, well you know."

Maine lets out a wind of breath before yelling one more time in an attempt to get the attention of the Floridian police.

Maine "Yeah I'm Rick, these fuc-"

"Yeah I know, I was there, kicked four of 'em bastards over."

Maine squints his eyes trying to get a better look at the man who identified himself as 'Dwyane'

"Wait, you-you're that big mother fucker that knocked out the cop with the loudspeaker... hahaha. That was fucking wicked man. Do you know where these fuckers are taking us?"

"These pigs have a thing for seeing big mouths like us getting dealt to. Sometimes they take gang members to their rival gangs territory and just leave them there to die. One comrade from Occupy was taking down to Miami... they set the Cubans onto him, he was lucky he escaped.. very lucky."

"So that's Governor Niko's new America eh? Fucking malaoha! He really has no idea does he? If he thinks he can keep me away from Warfare tomorrow he ain't got a clue."

"That one guy who escaped, he was the only one, ever. Many of my comrades have gone down to Little Havana and never come back."

"I know some people down there, don't worry about it. As long as we have each others backs we will survive, trust me. I get it man I do, these cops, they're going to send us down to Miami and put the word out to their friends that a group Castro spies are trying to set up shop. Fuck 'em they won't get us. I've been through this shit before in Iran, but the Cubans man, they get shit done."

By now the other two prisoners have woken up and both give their support to Maine's plan, the paddy wagon suddenly pulls over. A few steps are heard before the doors are swung open to reveal two masked officers.

"Come on mother fucker, let's get this shit over with. I've got a meeting with Governor Niko to get to, his face is dying to meet my boot."

The two officers chuckle as the reach into their belts and pull out their pepper spray. One remarks; "Hey big mouth, how do you like this?" before they spray all four prisoners relentlessly, emptying both of their cans. Then the cops unlock the four men and throw them onto the street. Maine gets up and swings at one officer but is blocked and elbowed viciously in the face before falling to the ground.

After a few seconds the paddy wagon speeds away and the four men are left to themselves. Maine looks around and immediately notices all the Cuban flags. But he knows this isn't the Cuba he calls home, this is American Cuba, made up of people who hate him. As Maine struggles to his feet two of the prisoners run off leaving only Dwyane to help him get back to Honolulu.

"Where are you guys fucking going, you're fucked!"

"Fuck 'em bro, let them go. Fuck this pepper spray shit man. Are you OK D?"

"Yeah let's get the fuck out of here."

The two men make their way to a nearby alley. They jump a fence and use a random towel to wipe the pepper spray from their eyes. Before swapping their prison uniforms with some shorts and singlets. They hear voices from next door; "They are somewhere nearby, let's spread out and get these red pigs!" says one man before we hear them loading their guns. Dwyane grabs Maine and pulls him down just as one of the men look over towards them. They hear the gangsters leaving their property, some in cars and others on foot.

"Fuck these guys will know who I am. You're not going to get anywhere with me D, I need a phone."

"Fuck these perros man. I'll stick with you."

Suddenly gun shots are heard in the distance followed the screaming car tyres and Cuban music. Dwyane grabs a brick and wraps the towel they used to wipe the pepper spray out of their eyes around it before throwing it through the back window of the house they were hiding out at. Maine finds the phone and rings a number..

"92874 Águila en problemas urgentes."

He slams the phone down and finds D eating some food in the Kitchen.

"Don't steal anything man, have that food and that's it. I'm not a thief."

"Fair enough Rick, did you get in contact with your friends in Cuba?"

"Yeah, they'll ring back soon."

"We can't stay here too long brother, we don't when these perros will come back."

Just as Dwyane finishes his sentence the phone rings.

"Camarada, sabemos de su ubicación. Mover a la 129 Roza Drive. Es cerca de cinco casas de distancia."

Maine hangs up and grabs Dwyane before both men head back out the backdoor.

"What did the Cubans say?"

"We've got to go about five houses down and meet with their guy there. Then we'll be OK."

"Hey yo, thanks for this Rick."

As they jump the second fence they hear more gun shots, even closer then the last lot heard. Maine grabs D' and throws him over the next fence before he jumps himself.

"Fuck this shit is crazy man, we must be almost there."

"Almost man, this one is 125, two more and we're there. We have to lay low though, these guys are onto us. You go first, get to 129 knock on the door and say '92874 Águila' when they answer. I won't be far behind."

Dwyane moves to the next house but is confronted by a huge pit bull terrier. D' rushes to the next house, 129, but gets seens by some of the men looking for him. Maine sees everything and suddenly jumps out of his hiding place and screams.

"Larga Castro en vivo! Largo Cuba revolucionaria en vivo!"

The gangsters immediately head for Maine as he runs away from 129, allowing D' to save himself.

[hours later, night time]

Ricky Maine has spent the last few hours hiding in a dumpster, finally he emerges, a banana skin on his forehead. He makes his way toward a strip club around the corner. When he gets there the bouncers won't let him, would you? he does smell like garbage.. Maine knocks the bigger bouncer out and threatens the other, who decides to let him. Once insider he uses the phone and gets in contact again with his Cuban DI friends, they will pick him up in a ten minutes. Maine sits down and relaxes, thinking surely now his ordeal is over..

"Hey! Hey you! You're Ricky Maine ain't ya?"

A man with gator boots slowly approaches Maine.

"Yeah, who are you?"

"I'm just an average wrestling fan.. My favorite is Morbid Angel."

"Morbid Angel? Yeah OK, he is pretty fucking good."

After the two exchange some more words some Cubans walk into the club and Maine gets up to run off, but the gator boots man holds him down.

"Sorry man, I like money more than wrestling."

Maine fights out but it's too late the Cubans have him surrounded.

"You fucking perros. You like doing the bidding of Governor Niko eh?"

A group of Cubans, around about 8 men, laugh before one, maybe the leader, lifts up his t shirt to reveal a SIG Sauer Pro pistol.

"Fuck you. You think that gun scares me? You mother fuckers are pussies!"

Maine gets struck by one of the men and gets up to fight back. The group overwhelm him quickly and lay boots into him. Suddenly another group of Cuban men come in and fire automatic weapons into the air scaring off everyone. They locate Maine and quickly leave.

[Wednesday]

Somewhere over the continental United States an American Airlines flights is on it's way to Honolulu. Inside the plane everything is normal.. Except for a guy who is black and blue over most of his body.

Ricky Maine wakes up on the flight and can barely feel his body. He sees cuts up and down his arms and notices his face is swollen. He sees his friend Diego from the Cuban DI sitting next to him.

"Hey Diego, where are we man? What day is it? Where's Dwyane?"

"Comrade we're on our way to Honolulu. It's Wednesday morning. D is safe, back with his family."

Maine lets out a big sigh of relief as his head hits the pillow and he closes his eyes again.

[Showtime]

Inside the Stan Sheriff Center in Honolulu the fans are reckless after witnessing a by the book brawl between Azrael Erebus and Kendall Sawyer. Born in the USA blasts out of the PA. The Hawaiian crowd seem indifferent to Governor Niko, although he does get some cheers. Niko makes his way to the ring with a notably smirk across his face. Suddenly his music is cut and the X-tron lights up.


"Hey Governor... Didn't you want a one on one meeting with me Niko? Yeah, you sent your lackey out. I just can't do it Gov. Unfortunately... due to unforeseen circumstances. I'm in Honolulu. I'm at the Stan Sheriff Center. Did you really think you could keep me away? Haha.. I'm not here for a meeting though... I'm here to kick your ass."

'Nil by Mouth' by Blindspott starts playing and gets a pop from the crowd, Maine rushes to the ring, no wrestling gear this week just jeans and singlet.

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