~November 12th, 2017~

~Outside of Mesquite, Texas.~

We fade into Klutch riding in the back of a taxi. He had barely made it out of that place alive. What was that place? Who was “The Doctor”? The point is, he was alive. And actually better on the inside than out. The taxi driver made the obvious point.

Taxi Driver: You look like you went through hell, man.

Klutch scoffs.

Klutch: Hell is one way to put it.

~Days Before~

Klutch is finally back on some street in the middle of nowhere in Mexico. He’s exhausted, but he’s alive. He tries waving down cars, but they keep driving. A man wearing dirty sweat pants and a half ripped shirt isn’t the most appealing thing. Finally a truck stops. With broken spanish, Klutch requests a ride to the next town. The driver directs him to the back of the truck, to which Klutch hastily jumps in the back. The truck drives off, with Klutch sitting in the back. Not too long after that, was a team of people come up on the road with the man that had performed Klutch’s operation. The man looks around, and kicks the dirt. He gets on his phone and makes a call.

???: Sangre. Sarcaw. He got away. Yes, we did everything we could. No, we didn’t, but...yes sir. Do you want us to pursue? Yes sir. How do you know for sure? Yes sir.

The man, now known as Julius Sarcaw, waves off the group of men. They then head back into the wooded area they came from and Sarcaw looks around worried.

~8:57 PM. Mesquite Texas~

~Outside Camp Keel Yersef, Klutch’s trailer park community.~

The taxi pulls up next to Klutch’s trailer. The cab driver speaks.

Taxi Driver: That’ll be 15 bucks.

Klutch throws a 20, and gets out of the car. The cab drives off as Klutch stares at his trailer. Looks exactly how he left it. Which, he figured was reassuring, considering the turn of events. He walks up to the door, and walks in. Nothing appears out of place. He walks around, looking for anything. Bugs, explosives, people. Luckily, nothing came up that stuck out. Feeling somewhat relieved, Klutch grabs his shotgun next to his door, and sits in his chair in front of the television. He pulls up his phone, and sees that the WiR PPV is going on. He figures he can veg out on wrestling and hopefully forget about things for a while. He Chromecasts it to his television.

Woodbridge: Nova's donning a crimson mask early on, folks!

Klutch is immediately draw in. He sees Dalidus Nova being destroyed by Doctor De La Sangre. It suddenly hits him.

Sarcaw: The Doctor isn’t going to like this…

Doctor De La Sangre. He had something to do with what went on. Klutch was immediately in rage. With every drop of blood that Nova spilled, filled Klutch with more and more anger. He immediately got up, and headed to his closet. He throws out a black shirt, his singlet, his wrestling tights, and finally, his snakeskin boots. He grabs a random bag and packs his gear, along with other clothes. He then dials a number on his phone.

Klutch: Sharp. Karl. I know you’re busy...but I need a favor.