The Contract The scene opened up backstage inside of Derecho's at the Arena of Champions. Unlimited was just one week away and Derecho's patience was growing thin over the matter of who his hand-picked opponent would be. Derecho sat in his room browsing through a menu on his cell phone. It seemed he found someone that he was looking for a tapped the screen then brought the phone to his ear. A moment or two passed by before Derecho grinned. "Hey.. it's been a while. I'm looking for a bit of information. I'm sure you've been watching the program lately and you must know about Sylo hand picking my opponent for me at Unlimited. Seeing how you have some authority here in the company, I was wondering if you had any inside information as to who exactly I would be facing." After a moment Derecho's face became disgruntled. "You know.. I'm the one who got you this job. I'm the one who made sure you were paid well so you could support your wife and kid. Are you telling me that after all of that you're not going to give me the information that I want?" Derecho tightened the grip on his phone. "He said WHAT!?"... Derecho scowled for a moment and then calmed himself down. "Okay.. Okay.. I get it. It's fine. I'll speak to him myself and find out why he said what he said to you. Before I do.. do you suppose Jack and Jeff know anything?" .... "They don't. Okay fine. Thanks, Shayne. I'll talk to Damien about this." Derecho hung up the call. It was apparent that Derecho was calling Shayne Anderson, general manager of The Hype. Shayne Anderson, Jack Wallace, Jeff Hartman... all of them former employees of Derecho when he used to run X Wrestling back in the late 90s and early 2000s. Derecho was trying to use his connections to try and discover exactly who Sylo had hand-picked. Derecho let out a sigh as he looked through his phone. We suspected he was going to dial Damien Lee's number next, but that would remain a bit of a mystery as Derecho grumbled.. "Damn voice mail..." Just then, there was a knock on Derecho's dressing room door. Derecho sighed and put down the phone as it was clear that he didn't want to be disturbed. Nevertheless, Derecho stood up and walked over to the door and opened it up. There on the other side was some random man in a suit holding a manilla envelope. "Who the hell are you?", asked Derecho. "I am an attourney of jOlt Wrestling. I have been instructed to deliver unto you, this contract which contains your opponent for the upcoming event hereafter known as Unlimited." Derecho cracked a smirk. "You lawyers all sound the same. Always having to speak in lawbabble. Anyway.. what you're saying is the identity of my opponent is in this envelope." "Yes", said the lawyer. "Any law-like prerequisites to me opening this? Do I have to wait for a certain hour, dance on one leg, only open it under the moonlight in the witness of at least three farmers and a cow or something or can I look at this right now?" "You are free to examine its contents immediately if you so shall desire." said the lawyer Derecho opened the envelope and pulled out the contract. He looked at it frantically and then a sick sadistic grin came over his face. "This is my opponent? No joking?" "Yes, sir. The contract mentions the authentic opponent and, if signed, you contractually and conditionally agree to the wording, stipulation, time, date, and monetary compensation for the match and it shall be scheduled according to the guise and wisdom of the head general manager of the company or of an appointed and/or deputized authority of equal power's discretion." "Do you have a pen?" asked Derecho. "Indeed, I do, sir" said the lawyer. Derecho quickly signed the contract, that trademarked sadistic grin widened as he signed his name. Derecho then noticed that his opponent signature was missing from the contract, but it was too late to question it. He handed the contract back to the lawyer. "I noticed my opponent's signature was missing. Where is it?" "The opponent that is noted and mentioned throughout this legal document has added a specific clause that if you, Jason Roberts, ringname: Derecho, have signed the contract and therefore, authorized the match, then the opponent mentioned holds the right to sign the contract in the ring at the time of your appointed match. The signature is guaranteed as if there is a failure to meet the requirements of the time and place of the signature, a significant punishment will be issued to your opponent in the form of heavy fines and possible seizure of chattles." Derecho grinned. "Excellent. I do have one more question for you. Do you also handle murder cases?" "I do not understand the question. Are you planning on committing a felony?" asked the lawyer. "Oh.. indeed I am..." Derecho simply laughed. The lawyer rolled his eyes and exited as he accomplished the job he was sent to perform. Derecho walked over and sat back down in a chair. "This is almost too perfect. Sylo is going to regret this. Graham Youngblood was a lesson Sylo should have taken to heart, but to think he'd go this far... it just makes it that much better." Derecho licked his lips. "I can taste the anticipation.. I even feel like quivering with excitement... such a shame it's still a week away..." Derecho laughed again. "Tick tock.. tick tock.. let the countdown to annihilation begin." Derecho laughed once more as the scene faded to black.