[Tornado is walking through the halls backstage at the arena when he approached by Jay Phillips.]
Jay: Tornado, a minute of your time?
[Tornado begrudgingly puts down his gym bag and gestures Jay to proceed.]
Jay: Tornado, another tough loss this past show, especially to someone who’s made it a point to get under your skin, Tommy V.
[Tornado bites his lip, fighting back angst.]
Tornado: Yeah, Jay. It was a tough loss. I thought I had him, but he’s much tougher than he leads you to believe.
Jay: The people are likening you to another second-generation star in the NRWL, Mark Blood. He struggled pretty hard at first too, and like you he had to deal with being cast in the shadow of his fath--
[Tornado swats the microphone out of Jay’s hand and get’s in Jay’s face.]
Tornado: Jay, I’ve already told you once. Do not compare me to my father! We are two separate people. I’m not him. He’s not me. I will forge my own legacy and not letting the history of my father dictate if I’ll be successful or not. This interview is done.
[Tornado storms off camera. Jay stands for a second with a shocked look on his face. He shrugs to the camera, and walks out of view. The camera then focuses on a figure lurking in the background, wearing a black hoodie up over his head. The figure puts his hands in his pockets, turns, and walks away down the hallway. The scene fades out.]
