The scene opens with Tony Santos in a local, Boston coffee shop on a lazy Saturday morning. Jeremy, Tony's summer intern, is sitting to Tony's right, sipping on a warm cappuccino and reading the Saturday Boston Globe. Tony is next to Jeremy, and, not a huge fan of reading normally, is sitting and watching cute animal YouTube videos on his phone.

Santos: Maybe I should check out what's been coming through on the good old XWF wire. It's been a whole two days! I must have at least a good few hours of absurd material to watch!

Jeremy, hearing Tony talk to himself, glances over before turning his focus back to his newspaper. Tony flips through a list of recent promos and comes across one from some guy named Salvator, a new wrassler on Monday Madness.

Santos: "Your Savior has arrived." Haha, oh boy, another dude fumbling his way in to the XWF to "save" us all. You don't see that gimmick pop up every week or so, no no! Totally original! I must check this one out.

Tony, not wanting people to hear what he was watching, afraid they'd mistake the video for some form of New Religion nonsense that suckers like Santos fell for (and diddled their pickles to, most likely) and hence, think that he was some nutjob looney tune, pops his earbuds into the headphone jack of his iPhone and hits Play.

Tony sits stoically, taking in the first 30 seconds or so before a frown overcomes him.

Santos: Wait, what? I thought you were here to save me! Why are you now trying to knock me down and destroy me, along with everyone else here? That's kind of mean. Why should I be afraid of my savior? Shouldn't you be cleansing my soul with holy water or something? This all doesn't make any sense!

Tony catches the end of the promo, which finishes with Salvator's hideous, unshaven mug laughing maniacally at the camera, in an oddly Thriller-esque fashion.

Santos: Oh, come on! Nobody's going to take you seriously with a laugh that you clearly copied from Michael Jackson! Let me see your hands! Do you have a shiny, silver glove on your right hand too??? Did you attempt to moonwalk out of the shot before the camera decided it couldn't handle your level of mediocrity and lack of creativity???

Salvator, I need answers, damn it!

Tony pounds the table hard with his right fist, spilling some of Jeremy's cappuccino and knocking his own iced coffee to the floor. The other folks in the coffee shop, who had been quietly enjoying their brews and tinkering with their Macs, went dead silent and turned their heads toward Santos in unison.

Jeremy, who had been jolted in his seat from his flying beverage, smacks Tony on the arm and angrily snatches his newspaper. He yanks Tony's earbuds from his ears.

Jeremy: Okay sir, once again you've made a scene at a damn coffee shop. Time to go!

Jeremy stomps over to the entrance and immediately takes a left, making a beeline for the nearest cab. Tony, befuddled and a bit shaken by Jeremy's quick change in demeanor, hops from his chair and heads for the door, completely disregarding his spilled coffee or Jeremy's cappuccino.

Santos: Damn it, kid, but there are so many questions, and so... few... answers!!!

As he's sprinting down the sidewalk to catch up with Jeremy, he hits the back button to check the comments on Salvator's promo.

Santos: Hm, well that Ricky Desmond looks like a real tool. No question about that one, at least.

The scene fades to black.