Spoiler
We open inside an office of a psychic. An older gentleman with long dark hair and beard with grey streaks in it sits in a dark, dimly lit room. Tarot cards are laid out on the table. Old books and mysterious paintings are all over the walls.
Somebody knocks on the door.
„Come in, Dirty Dragón,“ the man says.
The door opens and Dirty Dragón indeed storms in.
„Holy shit, you’re good! How did you know it was me?“ he asks.
„You had a booking for 3PM. You’re late, actually,“ the man says calmly.
Dragón sighs and takes a seat in front of the psychic.
„I am here because I need help with my next match. Against a man so scary it’s actually his last name,“ Dragón says. „So I thought you might have some, you know… pointers. About all this supernatural stuff around him.“
The psychic slowly nods as he looks down at the tarot cards spread across the table.
„JohnZo… Scary,” he says slowly and quietly. “Yes… I have heard whispers.“
Dirty Dragón immediately leans back in his chair. „Right?! The whispers! That is how it begins.“
The psychic ignores him and flips over another card.
„The man you speak of carries darkness within him. Pain. Violence. An unstable spirit.“
Dragón nods. The psychic stares at the cards again.
„I sense… ritualistic behavior.“
Dragón gasps loudly. „Madre de Dios…“
„I sense broken patterns.“
“Sí!”
“I sense suffering.”
“SÍ!”
The psychic finally looks up.
„I also sense some head trauma from the years of backyard wrestling, and some questionable sense in fashion and haircuts.“
Dragón pauses. „…That counts too, I guess.“
The psychic closes his eyes and places his fingers on the cards. The candles around the room flicker slightly.
„You wish to know how to defeat him.“
„Sí…“ Dragón whispers.
The psychic inhales deeply. „You cannot approach this as a normal wrestling match. You must understand the mind of your opponent. You must wander in the darkness of his mind. You must… purchase this enchanted jewel that will protect you.“
The psychic puts a piece of amethyst on a string on the table. Dragón gulps loudly.
„Sí… To fight against the bad spirits… How much?“
„Two hundred dollars.“
Dirty Dragón’s eyes narrow.
„So I guess the spirits believe in capitalism,“ he says, reaching reluctantly into his pocket and placing crumpled up bills onto the table. The psychic hands him the rock.
„Wear it during the match. It will protect you from negative energy.“
Dragón immediately puts the amethyst pendant on. Suddenly the lights in the room flicker violently. Both men freeze. A loud THUD comes from somewhere deeper in the office.
Dragón slowly turns toward the darkness. „You heard that, right?“
The psychic swallows nervously. „Pro– Probably the pipes.“
The scene goes dark.
The lights come back on again. We’re in a dark room, where a single lit candle is the only source of light. Dirty Dragón is sitting cross-legged right behind it.
„JohnZo Scary… We’re so, so different… But in one thing, we’re very much alike,“ Dragón says with a curious smirk.
„We’re both terribly misunderstood.“
He takes a second to let that statement float through the empty room.
„You, Jonathan Zo… Everyone takes you for a hardcore monster. A cold hearted killer. Someone that has become one with darkness and is above human emotion.“
A slight chuckle.
„But in reality, you are consumed by emotion. Driven by it. You’re not one with darkness, you just never escaped it, wherever it caught you first. Your rituals, your obsession, the fear you try to strike into everyone’s hearts… That’s a survival ritual if you ask me.“
Dragón stares down the camera.
„But that’s fine, my friend. People have no idea who I really am either.“
He nods.
„They see the funny skits and comedy roles and one-liners and reduce me, boil me down just to that. Dirty Dragón is the comedy act. You stick him in the middle of the show and laugh as the monster of the week beats the daylights out of him.“
He laughs and shakes his head.
„You know what? I’m fine with that. It means people underestimate me and my abilities. It just makes the feeling of beating them and proving them wrong ten times as sweeter. But since we have our little rendezvous this week at Ward, Johnny, I’ll be a good sport and I’ll let you in on a little secret. I’ll tell you who Dirty Dragón really is.
Dirty Dragón is the spoiler.“
He takes a second again, letting the viewers take their time to try and make sense of what he says.
„And I don’t mean a spoiler like you usually know. Snape kills Dumbledore, Darth Vader is Luke’s father, the first Indiana Jones movie would have played out completely the same if Indy wasn’t in it at all… No, not like that. A spoiler of plans, ideas, and beliefs. If you say somebody’s pissing on your parade, you look up and it’s Dirty Dragón with his pants down, you know what I mean?“
A dry chuckle.
„That’s what’s in it for me, JohnZo. If I win this tournament, I fulfill that role. In the first round, I spoiled the plans of a former Fusion champ who believes he’s above everyone. Beat him at his own game. In the semi-finals, I’ll beat a hardcore icon at his when I pin you, my friend. And in the final, whether it’s the son of the Undisputed Champion or the son of the AWS owner himself I have to face… I’ll spoil their cute little ideas about their rise to the top.
When AWS owner Charlie Feigel, the HardKore Icon, is forced to walk down to the ring and give the Pure Wrestling Championship to Dirty Dragón, a man with nothing pure about him… That will be the ultimate punchline. The ultimate spoiler. That Pure title around my waist will shine even brighter when it reflects the disgusted faces of everyone in attendance.“
A satisfied smile forms on his face.
„I’d tell you to just imagine it, but I don’t have to. In a few weeks… You’ll see it live.“
Dragón blows the candle and the scene goes dark.