Travis and Hack3r meet

Travis is seen backstage sitting on some cases. He seems to be waiting for something or someone. You can hear the crowd reacting to a match happening in the ring. The bell rings and the result of the match is followed by the crowds cheering. A sweaty and bruised up Hack3r comes out from the curtains and faces Travis Touchdown who was standing right in front of the curtains.
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Travis Touchdown: Looks like you've had quite the match out there. But I'm not here to talk about that. I've been trying to get a hold of you lately. Now I know what you're thinking, "The Mafia dude is here to defend his fellow partner and all that jazz". To be honest, The Mafia is the last thing on my mind right now. Maybe you saw that I just lost my title shot to Era Dynamics. But I don't even care, those girls can have their cat fight, after all it's a victory for men to see two girls fighting, am I right? Anyway, I have some better plans for the future now. I can focus on other goals. And I was thinking that maybe you could help me out on those future goals. Are you interested?

The tired Brit wipes some sweat from his brow with his fore arm. He then looks Travis in the eyes.
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Hack3r: You're right that I'm skeptical. How can I not be? I mean, you talked up how awesome you were and then let me beat you, easily. Now you expect me to believe that you want to make me an offer? Seems legit. Jog on.
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Hack3r goes to step past Travis but is stopped by a hand placed on his chest.

Sighing, Hack3r dusts Travis' hand away.
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Hack3r: I'm not going to get rid of you until you've told me whatever your crazy scheme is am I?
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Travis nods as Hack3r waves his arm in the direction of the locker rooms.
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Hack3r: Lead on I guess.
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The two begin walking down the corridor as the camera fades to black.