Inside the local maximum-security prison. Clarence Hill - known to most of you strange people as THE WIZARD - is seated in a chair, staring up at a very old and very worn flat screen.

Clarence Hill: Did you get the app installed?

A guard, staring at the TV is busy loading a ‘Pro Wrestling App’ (we couldn’t think or didn’t really try to think of a cooler name). He grumbles.

Guard: Can’t believe money magically appeared in your commissary account an hour before showtime.

It appears The Wizard has friends in low or high or just plain ole places. He leans back, anxious.

Guard: Alright, is this it?

The Guard turns, revealing a sold-out ‘Darkness Falls’. The Wizard nods, sitting upright, excited.

Guard: Gay ass shit.

The Guard tosses the remote to The Wizard. Another guard appears.

Guard 2: Mail for Clarence Hill!

The Wizard raises his hand. Mail is dumped in his lap. He looks down and sees a bunch of letters from ‘BOB’. Before he can do anything with them, a tattoo-covered hand snares them away.

Inmate: Who is Bob? Is that your bitch?

Clarence Hill: Uh, no. It’s a group…

The Wizard pauses. He’s surrounded by prisoners.

Clarence Hill: Guys...if you don’t mind, I’m trying to watch a wrestling event.

Inmate: You in some kinda bitch group?

Clarence Hill: Why does everything have to be about bitches?

Inmate: Because you’re a BITCH!

The mail is tossed into the air. It doesn’t look good for The Wizard. He might get his ass beat AND he can’t see the ongoing match between Puffer and Depth. The inmates converge. They kick and stomp on The Wizard. He fights through them, trying to keep an eye on the match.

Clarence Hill: Ugh! Ow! C’mon, Puffer! Ugh...not my ballsack! AHH!

It’s getting bad for The Wizard. After allowing this to go on long enough, a few guards step in.

Guard: Okay, that’s enough! Break it up!

They yank the prisoners off of The Wizard, who is on his back, eyes shut, bloodied and beaten. His body is ransacked...they find what they think are cigarettes...the inmates are quickly disappointed to find out they are CANDY cigarettes. A swift kick into The Wizard’s ribs later and they leave him behind. The guards hover over his body.

Guard: Should we get some medical staff in here?

The TV announces Jack Puffer as the winner. A smile crosses The Wizard’s face. He raises his right fist into the air.

Guard 2: Nah, he’s fine.

We cut away.