Danielson: We've got some footage here from earlier today.
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Ghost: It'll probably be terrible but let's watch it anyway.
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The camera switches view and shows Pandora walking cautiously in to a dark alleyway. Litter bins and general bits of rubbish are strewn all over the floor. It's apparent that it's windy because various bits of light items are swirling around in a small circle just above the ground. Pandora's wearing a large, thick fur coat which alludes to a cold temperature. There's a slight rustling heard in the darkness beyond Pandora.
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Pandora: Hello ... Is there any one there?
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A loud crash is heard and several litter bins roll in to view. Pandora looks at the shadows as Hack3r steps out from the dark. His clothes are ripped. His face is dirty. His glasses are smashed. He has a box of half eaten fried chicken that he found in the bins in his hand. The ex champion looks at Pandora through his lenseless sunglasses.
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Hack3r: Leave me alone.
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Pandora: Bu..!
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Her sentence is cut off as the brit leaps from the shadows and presses her up against a wall by her neck using his strong hands. The box of chicken goes flying. The shot changes angle and we can see that his eyes are red from crying. He begins talking through gritted teeth.
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Hack3r: I. told. you. to. leave. me. alone.
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With out leaving much time for a reaction Pandora powers her knee in to his stomach which sends him stumbling back and down amongst the trash bags. It also allows her to stand back on her feet.
The look of rage on Pandora's face is comparable to thunder.
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Pandora: DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN! I PROMISE NEXT TIME IT WON'T BE YOUR STOMACH I'LL ATTACK!
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Hack3r rises to his feet but once again doubles up in pain and falls back down.
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Pandora: All I wanted to do was come and tell you that Phenom's been looking for you. Everyone has, Even Travis. You lost your title. It was humiliating, yeah. That's no reason to have a break down. Pull yourself together! You're never going to get another title shot if this is how you react.
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The fallen man is still sitting amongst the trash bags. He looks up at Pandora with pleading, sorrowful eyes.
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Pandora: Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to call a taxi now. It was stupid coming out here to get you. You can either stay here, be homeless and mope around or man up, dress up and come do your job.
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She offers her hand to the downed man. Hack3r appears to be mulling it over in his head but then grabs her hand and she helps to pull him up and out of the trash.
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Pandora: That's what I thought.
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She whips her phone out of one pocket on her coat and places it to her ear as the camera fades.
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Ghost: It'll probably be terrible but let's watch it anyway.
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The camera switches view and shows Pandora walking cautiously in to a dark alleyway. Litter bins and general bits of rubbish are strewn all over the floor. It's apparent that it's windy because various bits of light items are swirling around in a small circle just above the ground. Pandora's wearing a large, thick fur coat which alludes to a cold temperature. There's a slight rustling heard in the darkness beyond Pandora.
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Pandora: Hello ... Is there any one there?
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A loud crash is heard and several litter bins roll in to view. Pandora looks at the shadows as Hack3r steps out from the dark. His clothes are ripped. His face is dirty. His glasses are smashed. He has a box of half eaten fried chicken that he found in the bins in his hand. The ex champion looks at Pandora through his lenseless sunglasses.
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Hack3r: Leave me alone.
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Pandora: Bu..!
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Her sentence is cut off as the brit leaps from the shadows and presses her up against a wall by her neck using his strong hands. The box of chicken goes flying. The shot changes angle and we can see that his eyes are red from crying. He begins talking through gritted teeth.
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Hack3r: I. told. you. to. leave. me. alone.
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With out leaving much time for a reaction Pandora powers her knee in to his stomach which sends him stumbling back and down amongst the trash bags. It also allows her to stand back on her feet.
The look of rage on Pandora's face is comparable to thunder.
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Pandora: DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN! I PROMISE NEXT TIME IT WON'T BE YOUR STOMACH I'LL ATTACK!
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Hack3r rises to his feet but once again doubles up in pain and falls back down.
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Pandora: All I wanted to do was come and tell you that Phenom's been looking for you. Everyone has, Even Travis. You lost your title. It was humiliating, yeah. That's no reason to have a break down. Pull yourself together! You're never going to get another title shot if this is how you react.
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The fallen man is still sitting amongst the trash bags. He looks up at Pandora with pleading, sorrowful eyes.
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Pandora: Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to call a taxi now. It was stupid coming out here to get you. You can either stay here, be homeless and mope around or man up, dress up and come do your job.
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She offers her hand to the downed man. Hack3r appears to be mulling it over in his head but then grabs her hand and she helps to pull him up and out of the trash.
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Pandora: That's what I thought.
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She whips her phone out of one pocket on her coat and places it to her ear as the camera fades.
