Slowly the liquid inside of a blue Powerade swirls in the bottom of bottle as Creeker smirks as he softly says, “Sweet, sweet victory.”

Creeker in a single drink, he was able to drink the rest of the Powerade and toss the empty battle into nearby recycle bin. Creeker picks up the Dragonheart championship belt off a nearby table and places it over his right shoulder. Creeker twist the door handle and says he opens it, “I hope you are decent.”

A large man in a white doctor jacket bent over a table with bunch of science objects and different test going on at different levels of completion. The man stares up at Creeker with his glasses slide down his nose. His hazel eyes are trying stare a hole through Creeker. “You remember the last time you try that, Brother?” Orlando says as he pushes his glasses up his nose with one finger as he straightens up from what he was doing.

“Something, something” Creeker says as he looks at the different experiments before looking up. He smiles and eyes lights up as he says, “Boom”

Orlando lets out a heavy sigh as he pinches the bridge of nose, “It was in 2020 and look what happen.”

Orlando left the wrestling business and open a medical pain clinic. He seen friends and co-workers struggle and seen so many fall victims to that dragon. He has been developing a better pain medication that will not be easy to get hook on like the current product out. There are some flaws but, you cannot make egg with cracking a few…hundred.

“Creek, what the hell were you fighting on the last show? Were you fighting a wild animal or something? Because when they rolled you into the room on that stretcher. I thought you were dead from all those deep bruises all over your body.”

[Flash back to Bison and Creeker’s match from the main event of Inferno 4. Bison hitting Creeker in the corner with a wicked Stampede to the face.]

“You could say that’s what happen.”

Orlando tilts his head to side slightly as finally sees Dragonheart Championship belt on Creeker’s shoulder. A slight smile grows on his face for brotherly pride seeing his brother with gold over his shoulder. Creeker seeing his brother looking at the Dragonheart Championship. He slowly brushes off the face plate as he says, “I had to go to war keep this little beauty. Bison was hard opponent but, figured out his pyramid scheme before he could trap me in it. Cool thing about this belt, Orlando. If I can successfully defend the Dragonheart championship 3 times. I can ‘cash’ it in and go for the big belt. If I so desire.”

“What number are on you on?”

“This is going be my second time defending it. The match at Blaze of Glory is against Good Question. I am kind a of glad I am going first because the night just drags watching subpar matches. It gets so tiring to night in and night out. Not everyone giving it their hundred percent because some are just going through motion. You know steel sharpens steel but, it feels like we dealing with dull kitchen knives out here.”

Orlando nods his approve as pulls out a small sliver bottle from one of his pockets and softly throws it at his brother. “Here is a new batch and be careful.”

Creeker smirks as he catches the sliver bottle and says “Have I told you how awesome you have been of lately?”

Orlando rolls his eyes and tries to wave Creeker out of his lab, “You got Good Question still deal with, Brother. He is getting better each show and you do not want to lose that golden ticket to face Cartwright.”

All the smiles and all joy wash out of Creeker in one motion when Orlando brought up Cartwright.

Orlando lets out a bellow laughter, “Did I struck a nerve, my brother? That brit, your boogieman still haunts you?”

Creeker snarls as he walks away leaving his brother. Orlando does a slowly parade wave as his brother walks out of the door. After few moments making sure, Creeker was good and gone. Orlando walks over to phone on a table. He picks up the phone receiver and says coldly to the person on the other side “Specimen is lost in the sauce. Correction is need.”