{Fade up. The camera shows the NAWA backstage area. People are running around preparing for Sunday's show. Officials are seen molesting NAWA superstars with last minute details about various things. We zoom around a bit and our views rest one on specific man, a young man who seems to be listening to music via headphones. He is dressed all in white, and his blue shades can be seen sticking out of his shirt pocket. He is slightly shaking his head back and forth and is tapping on the floor with his right foot as he looks at an unknown piece of paper. He reads through it and then shrugs.}

Got the night off, cool.

{He hands the piece of paper to a young official who is running past him. The newest NAWA superstar then proceeds to walk down the hallways, looking at the walls of what is possible to become his new home. We realize that this man is none other than the man who defeated Junkyard James via E-Star Leglock last Wednesday and who then came out at the end of the show to save his good friend, the Revolutionist, from an unfair and severe beating. The man is...}

ESTEBAN

{The man known as the Latin Lover then enters his locker room and sits down on a rather rustic chair. He takes off his headphones pulls out a cell phone from his bag and dials a number.}

Cecilia? ... {with a slight smile on his face} Oh, really? Well, sorry about that. ... No, I don't know, they told me to come here and show up for the show, although I'm not booked. ... I don't know, ask the officials, I couldn't get anything out of them so far. ... Yeah, Revolutionist is in the arena, he's fighting a tag match, with some mytery pa... wait a minute! Maybe I am the mytery pa... but they would have told me! ... Only God knows! Well, I think I'll stick around, it seems that those Untouchables like to beat up innocent people, so maybe I'll just stay here and cause some trouble for them, you know, get a boot in somewhere or something, so that it's not absolutely pointless that I am actually here at the show. ... No, I haven't seen Jason Starr yet, he's pretty busy with the President and everything, you know. ... Yeah, I'll make sure I'll meet him sometime tonight. Have a little chat or something. ... Ok, listen, mi amor, I better get ready, I might have to beat some Untouchable ass over here and help Revolutionist fight them off. ... I just hope I have a nice match on Wednesday, I mean Junkboy Joe was no match for me, he's not ready yet for the big time wrestling. ... You know me, I fight whoever wants a piece of me. ... Yes, even Mrs Chambers, why are you asking? ... Hehe, right. ... Ok, Cilia, I gotta go, I love you. Besos. ... Ok, bye!

{He puts the phone back into his bag and leans back in the big chair. He puts his hands behind his head and stares at the ceiling. Suddenly he starts singing to himself and we fade out with a last shot of the young man, um, mentally preparing for a show where he won't perform.}