Understanding

[Gary Bloomfield]

*** Spencer is doing chores in the barn as normal only this time visibly exhausted and seemingly distressed. Just outside, a cream Cadillac pulls up and parks near the barn’s entrance. The driver’s door opens, and a man in a white sports coat, slacks, brown cowboy boots, and a blue shirt that matches the luchador mask he wears, steps out of the vehicle and shuts its door before going in to the barn. Watts working out.***

PANTARO: “Spencer.”

*** Watts stops and wipes his face and hands with a dirty rag as he acknowledges Pantaro*** "Look man, I'm sor..." ***Pantaro cuts him off***

PANTARO: “I know why you did what you did. Part of me even understands. I remember the night you were robbed of that title. You deserve to have it back.”

***Pantaro reaches into his pocket and pulls out an old photograph. He smiles briefly before offering it to Spencer. Spencer takes the photograph and examines the beautiful young woman it immortalizes.***

Spencer: "Good lookin woman.. This your Ol' Lady?"

PANTARO: “Mi Madre. That is the only photo I have of her. I have only seen her once, and I have no memory of even that. She gave her life giving birth to me. But I know her. I know she has been my angel, always watching over me as I grew up, as I trained to become the best luchador in the world, and even now. She has always been with me.” ***Pantaro clenches his fists in a reserved anger.*** “Beckett mocked her memory. This, I cannot allow to go unchecked. I understand your quest for your rightful championship, but understand me now: I will make Beckett pay for his transgression, and I will go through anyone to see it through. At King of Deathmatch, if you are in my way to Beckett, I will go through you.”

Spencer: "Look, I know I messed up and I can appreciate why you need to get your hands on Beckett. But man, it seems like we're at a standstill... You can try to go through me, but it ain’t gonna work out for you. All I can do is wish you luck, cause from where I'm sitting, that belt’s comin’ home with me."

***Pantaro nods and takes the photograph back from Spencer, then holds out his hand. Spencer shakes it firmly.***

PANTARO: “At least we understand each other. Buena suerte. Adiós.”

***With that, Pantaro turns and heads back to his car. Spencer watches him go, then assumes a push-up position as the sound of Cadillac driving away comes from outside of the barn.***