Immediately following the October 29th edition of Wednesday Night Warfare

The scene fades in and we see Theo Pryce, wrestling bag and Universal Title in hand exiting the arena. He makes it about 15 feet from his car, a black BMW i8 when out of nowhere a black Lincoln Navigator comes speeding into the parking lot. Only coming to a stop when it cuts off Theo's path to his own vehicle.


"What the mother fuck?"


From out of the Navigator comes 3 white males, all dressed in black suits with white shirts and solid black ties. The oldest of the three men and clearly the leader stands toe to toe with Theo while the other two men take up a flanking position.


"Theo Pryce?"

"Obviously."

"Please come with us."

"Who the fuck are you and why the fuck would I do that?"

"Because it wasn't a request."


Without warning one of the men in front of Theo steps forward brandishing some type of device and quickly places it against Theo's neck...




Zzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaapppppppppp!!!!



Theo's body goes limp and he falls into the arms of the man that just attacked him. He along with the help of another of the men drag Theo over to the vehicle and place him in the back of the vehicle. All three men then reenter the vehicle as it speeds off to who knows where USA.

Who knows where, USA And you thought I was kidding

As the scene fades in again we see Theo Pryce seated in a metal chair, his hands cuffed to the small rectangular table in front of him. His head is slouched forward. Other than the table, the chair Theo is seated in as well as one on the opposite side of the table the room is rather barren. The door to the room swings open and in steps the gentlemen who confronted Theo outside of the United Center in Chicago. In his hands are several thick manila folders. He reaches backwards and with his left hand slams the door shut the sound of which is enough to startle Theo awake. His head lifts up quickly and he begins squinting as he tries to survey the room, looking for any clues as to where he might be. After a few seconds of looking around he begins to focus on the man now seated across from him.

The two share an awkward moment of silence before the man places the manila folders on the table situated between them. Theo studies the man's face for a few seconds and then looks down at the folders on the table laid out before him.


"What are those?"

"Thomas Pryce, Christopher Wilshier, Richard Rosenberg, Dayton Shipp, Donald Renner, Kristy Prada and Nicholas Gerhart."

"Ring any bells?"


If the list of names, all victims of the persona known as Enigma startled Theo his face and body did nothing to indicate that.


"No, should they?"

"You tell me."

"I just did."

"Don't bullshit me Mr. Pryce. I know who you are. I also know who you pretended to be. A mask may have hidden your face but it did not hide what you did."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Bruce Dern. I work for the Central Intelligence Agency."





"A fed? I figured as much. The suit, the car, the stench of excessive spending and lackluster results. You wear it like an expensive cologne."

"We aren't here to talk about me Mr. Pryce."

"Well I have nothing to say other then that I want my lawyer."

"You don't need a lawyer Mr. Pryce, you aren't under arrest."


Theo looks down and lifts his arms up to remind Bruce that he may not be under arrest but he is very much not there of his own free will as evidence of the handcuffs placed on both wrists and chained to the table.


"You are being detained. But you are not under arrest."

"Is that how you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Blatantly break the law?"

"Patriot Act Mr. Pryce. It allows us to do whatever we want."

"Obviously."

"Like I said Mr. Pryce we know who you are, we know what you've done. I could build a case that would send you away for the rest of your life and a few lives after that with all the evidence that we have compiled over the last few months."

"Then why don't you?"

"Because you seem to have some very powerful friends Mr. Pryce. Friends who despite what you have done are afraid that you could bring them down along with yourself."

"Is that so?"

"It is."

"You mean like the President and every member of America's War Council? People like that? You think I didn't consider things like this when I agreed to some of the deals that I did with the United States Government? You guys can play the moral authority all you want but we both know that the US government is as corrupt as the Governments it often fights against."

" I don't know anything about that."


Theo leans forward in his chair, his demeanor starting to shift as he begins to sense that he is not in the precarious position that he originally thought he was.


"Come on now Bruce. I thought we had established a bond here, one centered around openness and honesty?"

"I've heard you were sarcastic."

"Is that so? What else have you heard?"

"That you are arrogant and reckless."

"Guilty as charged. So tell me Bruce, if I am not under arrest then why am I here? So we can relive the past?"

"Is that an admission of guilt?"

"Does it matter even if I did admit it?"

"Not really."

"Of course it doesn't. You said you work for the CIA so you are obviously well versed in the notion of "the greater good.""

"Is that how you justify what you did?"

"I don't have to justify anything to anyone. You've made that clear. So tell me Bruce, why am I here?"

"We want you to work for us."

"Get the fuck out of here."

"I am serious Mr. Pryce."

"The CIA? You want me to work for the CIA?"

"Yes."

"Doing what?"

"You have a unique skill set Mr. Pryce as evidence by the trail of bodies you left in your wake. We and by we I mean your powerful friends, despite my objections want you to lead a team that tracks down terrorists. Both foreign and domestic."

"You have to be kidding me. Is this a joke? Am I being punked? Is Ashton on the other side of that two way mirror?"

"I am not kidding. I don't joke. Ever."

"Yeah, I sense that."

"So you want me, a guy off the street with no training at all to run a team of what I can only assume are some of your best and brightest?"

"I don't want you to do anything but here we are."

"And what are the other members of this team going to think when their new boss is a some guy who never went through any formal training whatsoever?"

"Let me be clear on something. While you may run the team, I run you. So you and everyone you work with would work for me. I make the decisions, not you."

"And if I say no?"

"You don't want to do that."

"Suppose I do."

"Then the tone of this conversation would shift drastically."

"So either I work for you or?"

"Let's just leave it at or."

"So you want me to be what? A super spy?"

"We want you to be an agent of the Central Intelligence Agency. Answerable to me and my superiors. Your targets will be assigned to you and your team and they will not be negotiable. Expediency and discretion are paramount in everything that you do. While you and your former associate Nicholas were good, you weren't good enough. Thus why we are here."

"When do you need an answer?"

"Fifteen minutes ago."

"I see. Do I get to pick my team?"

"No. The team was hand picked by me."

"They have already been assembled? So I am the last piece?"

"That's correct."

"Why me?"

"As I said Mr. Pryce, powerful friends."

"Let me ask you something Bruce, and pardon my ignorance on this as most of my knowledge is based on what I have seen on TV but isn't the identity of a spy supposed to be a secret. And well, not to brag or anything but I am pretty well known."

"Being a billionaire and a professional wrestler will do that."

"Right, so how exactly does this work?"

"We are not too concerned with whether or not your identity is a secret. The fact of the matter is that if you and your team are doing your job properly your face will never be seen and when you come across a target your face should be the last one they ever see."

"So I will be eliminating targets? I see now why you think my skill set would be suited for such a job."

"In most cases yes, elimination will be the end game but not always."

"Well Bruce, since I value my freedom I suppose I have no choice to accept your offer. Is there a letter I have to sign? Do you need a retina scan? Fingerprints? Child abuse clearance all that jazz? Though I have to be honest with you Bruce. Passing a drug test might be a bit of an issue. You see, I have an affinity for that white powdery goodness."

"Yes Mr. Pryce we know all about your recreational drug use."

"Is that going to be a problem?"

"Not for us. You see, you will be taking a drug test every week until we no longer deem it necessary."

"No more coke?"

"Not if you want to work for us."

"Fuck. Can I have one last hurrah?"

"No."

"Cold turkey? That's cold Bruce. Stone cold."

"You should consider yourself lucky that you aren't rotting away in Guantanamo Bay. Not being able to do drugs anymore should be a minor inconvenience for you."

"A lot of things should be Bruce. Well boss, now that you and I have established this rapport of employer - employee can you at least take the cuffs off?"


Bruce reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls out a small silver key and tosses it on the table in Theo's direction.


"Do it yourself."

"Is this a test?"

"No. This is for my own amusement."


Theo reaches forward, picks up the key and with some slick maneuvering unlocks the cuffs and tosses them onto the table.


"Now do I get to meet the team?"

"Not yet. I have something I need you to do for me."

"A mission? Already? Fantastic. Where to?"

"Istanbul."


Theo and Bruce both stand up from their respective seats and head towards the door as the scene fades to black.