Campbell (holds up hands): Gents... thank you! From the bloody bottom of me heart, thanks a heap! After all the flamin' crap I've put up with tonight, it was a ripper to have some good, clean WRESTLIN'!
Axel (wiping his face): Well, about as clean as you could get with the witch lady and her golems around.
Campbell (hands on hips): Yeah, well, you pushed through. Good on ya, both, and good luck. You're gonna need it. (throws thumb over shoulder) Get back to the hotel. We're off to Fiji in the mornin'.
Axel nods and walks past.
Oscar (swallows water and follows): Night, boss.
Campbell: You too. Nice reflex out there. Keep it up, and you might have a chance... Maybe.
Oscar nods and continues on.
Producer Palesa Jeyi pulls off her headphones and looks at him with a raised eyebrow.
Jeyi: You really think they have a chance?
Campbell (shrugs): 3 seconds is all it takes.
Campbell (shrugs): 3 seconds is all it takes.
Jeyi: That's a long time.
Campbell (shrugs again and checks his watch): Alright, still got a tick o' clock, so let's plaster some banter in the dead air. Give old Cyrus a nudge and tell him to shuffle the inmate along.
Jeyi (headphones back on): Tsotsi's already moving.
Campbell: Great.
Jeyi (picks up a printed document with PSW logo on it): Don't forget this.
Campbell takes the piece of paper. Minutes pass before the towering gangster, Vito Montani, is led in by the even bigger Deputy Security Chief Cyrus Reed and three other guards. Montani's hands are zip-tied behind his back, yet he wears a smirk.
Campbell: Cut him loose, lads.
Reed tilts his head, and one of the guards pulls out a pair of flush cutters to snip the ties.
Montani (opening and closing his fists): Ya got da stuff, boss?
Campbell (waves the document): It's all there, plain as day; stamped and dated by the big man himself. (hands it over) The ring's all yours, mate.
Montani (reads the document with raised brows and drooped eyelids): All mine, huh?
Campbell: All yours. (frowns and points) Just leave it the way ya found it.
Montani (smiles): Relax, Jeff. I'm just gonna say what I gotta say, and den I'll bounce.
Campbell (hands on hips): Hmmm. Palesa, hit his music.
Jeyi holds up her thumb as an intense hip hop track plays over the speakers. The Manila crowd outside pops.
SDS (voice): That's Vito Montani music.
DS (voice): That palhaço better be in chains! They better flog him and hang him! They better give him the needle!
SDS (voice): Tell us how you really feel.
DS (voice): FIRING SQUAD!
Montani laughs and steps through the curtain.
Campbell watches him leave, and then he smirks
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