The camera pans the interior of the UWE backstage area, swerving through various corridors. Many of the personnel can be seen scurrying back and forth, whenever duty may call them; Eventually the camera comes to a stand-still in front of a lockeroom door, seconds of anticipation await before the door is flung open; With a man standing proudly behind it.
???: Ah excellent Jim. Right on time! He's meeting us by the hydration unit. Shall we?
The camera nods, before proceeding to follow this man down a corridor. Eventually, they stumble across a table centered down the hallway, it has a wide array of sports drinks and beverages on it.
???:Superb. Right, Welcome ladies and Gentlemen! My name is Bob Larsen and today, I have arranged to meet a well recognised man. He's travelled long distances, and... Why, I think that's him now Jim?
The camera follows Bob's gaze further down the walkway. And there, walking towards them at a moderate pace was a young man, average height. He had short, well groomed black hair and a tanned complexion. Larsen and the camera man paced too, to meet half-way.
Bob Larsen: Welcome to the show sir, pleasure to meet you.
???: Please, it's Christiano Renegade. Chris, if you must. And honestly, the pleaure is mine.
Larsen chuckles lightly and welcomes Renegade back to the table, before offering him a drink. Kindly, he declines.
Bob Larsen: Not much of a extrovert huh?
Christiano Renegade: I express whenever is appropriate, I guess.
Bob Larsen: You can't be too soft. Surely. You wouldn't last a mild military camp with such an attitude!
Larsen had a little snicker about his remark, he noticed that he'd gone too far and proceeded to apologise. Renegade smirked a half-smile, accepting it with ease.
Christiano Renegade: It's fine. I get that a lot. I just consider myself to be stern and respectful... Not exactly entertaining no, but it's how I am.
Bob Larsen: Naturally. Moving on though...
Renegade nodds and finally takes Larsen's previous offer on the drink, a blue Gatorade. They both laugh as he continues.
Bob Larsen: You must be looking to secure a title.. Yes?
Renegade traces his fingers in a circle of thought on the table, he takes a sip and stares into mid-air in brief contemplation.
Christiano Renegade: I have my eye on any title really. My aspiration is just to become champion. Whether that comes now or later on is dependant on me. It'll need to be earnt, no doubt.
Bob Larsen: Truer words never spoken.
Christiano Renegade: I'm the type of guy that wants to build himself up. I'll work my way up the prestige of the titles, and then finally. When I contend for the big one, I'll be proud of the outcome no matter what.
Larsen nodds his head in agreement, he glances abruptly at his watch; As if remembering something.
Bob Larsen: Damn.. Busy schedule. Haha, but... Here's my final question. Do you expect to be taken seriously?
Renegade crushes his empty drink lightly and throws it in the bin 10 meters away.
Christiano Renegade: I don't expect anything. You don't assume anything. But I do expect to be treated with respect. I don't care if anyone else in this company decides to talk trash about me. Or anything like that, but the moment they start playing the manipulating game. THEN I'll pick up the controller. And it all goes downhill from there.
Larsen nodds understandably, as the two shake hands and briskly walk off in opposite directions; The camera fades out.
