Monday 9:45 The locker room is empty and we are quickly panned to Khalif Compton who wiping the sweat off his back from his first ever fight in XwF. He immediately met by Paul Heyman with an envelope in hand.


What's that in your hand?


Heyman with a smug smile on his face looks at Khalif


Well Boy, congrats on job well done, I think you may want this little envelope.


Heyman hands Khalif an the envelope in hand, to which Khalif opens. The exclamation on his face is second to none as he smiles like Charlie with the golden ticket.


Is… is this for me?


Heyman turns his back and walks out of the locker room. Khalif turns his back to the envelope and quickly smiles, and the camera pans over his shoulder to see that inside the envelope laid a check and a letter.


“You still aren’t shit in this Federation and until you fight to get your name out there, you will be nothing more than a jobber wrestler. With your promo being in such in shitty house I think that this might actually do you some much needed service so that you won’t embarrass the Company. Consider this as a huge advance in your salary, unless you prove yourself worthy and deserving to be a champion.”


Khalif smiling beyond belief and not being able to contain his smile from the look of the check, quickly calls his girlfriend to explain his excitement.

Mami, you won’t believe this shit, I hit the come up! It’s only a matter of time before I get us out of the hood, you feel me! Yeah yeah I’m hyped too! Yeah I told you that match would be quick and painless and that cat would get the quick business.


The cameras slowly fade away from a smiling Khalif who continued to talk to his girl with excitement on his face.