The Grand Mufti of California Wrestling

The moon shined bright over the black Rolls Royce as it makes a complete stop in front of the CW warehouse. A motion detector triggers the light to turn on as the doors fly open and two large males step out, one from the passenger's side and the other from the driver's side. They are both dressed in black shoes, slacks, and collared shirts rolled up to mid-forearm and suspenders.

A muffled voice is heard from within the trunk as Anatoly Ravil has head down, lost in an issue the CW Magazine. The trunk flies open, casting a shadow over the pages and Ravil takes this moment to look away from the pages. He stares into the camera, half in the darkness, half in the light. The moonlight beans over his scared left eye. His grimace is intimidating.

ANATOLY RAVIL: What do we have here? Another chance. Another, opportunity, to succeed. This has been the story of my life. Since I was a boy I've had to battle through the trenches and rise above. It is of my nature to be the best and at Walk of Fame 3, I have exactly that moment yet again.

Anatoly steps from the back seat of the Rolls Royce, CW Magazine rolled up in his grasp, and approaches the two large men who remove a body from the trunk and drop it on the ground, dirt and gravel kicking up from underneath on impact. 

ANATOLY RAVIL: Many of you do not know me, or what I am about, but soon enough you will find out. I prefer my actions to do the talking for me. I only speak to deliver a message. If you do not understand, this message goes out to everyone in the CW. This message goes out to everyone involved in the Hollywood Honors Cup, especially Anaquin Adams.

The henchmen remove the pillow case from the man's head and reveal it as Jakoby Steen, the parking lot attendant.

JAKOBY STEEN: AAAHHH! Please, just let me go.

His eye is blacked, his nose is bloody and dried tears have dirt residue and salt build up.

ANATOLY RAVIL: Easy my boy, we will let you go. Consider yourself the little message that's going inside the bottle before it's tossed in the ocean where it's fate is no longer in our hands. 

Anatoly snaps his fingers and henchmen pull Jakoby to his feet.

ANATOLY RAVIL: Now, Jakoby, you lost in a gamble, and then you are forced into another. Now, we will spare you, under one condition. You're going to help me out.

JAKOBY STEEN: What do you need?

ANATOLY RAVIL: You see that girl up there?!

Anatoly points to billboard featuring Anaquin Adams, Melody Marshall, and Jazmin Davis. Jakoby looks up at the billboard and then back at Anatoly. Fear in his eyes, sweat rolling over his brow, he tries to control his breathing.

JAKOBY STEEN: That's the CW Hollywood Honors Cham--

The henchmen punches Steen in the stomach.

ANATOLY RAVIL: Speak less my boy. We know who it is. We want you to take her out. The Hollywood Honors Cup is going to happen in a few days time and I want that belt. I came all the way to America, studied the language until I became fluent and now I am going to collect everything it has to offer. I'm starting with this championship belt. Hollywood Honors Cup, will be mine. Simple as that. So, I need you to do a good job. I do not care how it is done, i just need it to be done.

Anatoly walks away, still holding the CW Magazine in his hands.