Somewhere in Moscow (not Idaho)
Ah, the Motherland. Just a couple days after being whisked away from Denver, the Masters of the Moscowverse find themselves rushin’ (ha!) through the process of being integrated into the great and glorious culture of the Soviet Union. They’ve just left the Russian equivalent of a McDonald’s, having stopped there at the request of one Kenny Freeman. The young man enjoys a bite out of a Quarter Pooder with Cheese, enjoying a sip of the fizzy water as he turns to Randall enjoying a vodka shake.
“Well Randall, I’ll give you credit where it’s due…this Russia life ain’t half bad.”
Randall seems a bit…sleepy, slowly nodding in response as he takes another sip of his drink. Suddenly, the front entrance opens as Alexei Ruslan steps in, a smile on his face on his face as he looks to the Masters with a nod.
“Gentlemen, I hope the meal has served you well. In the coming days we will be getting on our flight back to the States, as it’s come to our attention Kenny will be given his first test as a part of the Red Army!”
Kenny’s eyes seem to light up at the idea as he chimes in.
“Awesome! So I get to compete in a Turmoil Match qualifier, yeah?”
Alexei’s face drops slightly as he shakes his head.
“No, not quite.”
Kenny’s excitement is starting to wane as he presses on.
“Ah…maybe a crack at the Intense Championship? I think Anna Daniels is in need of a challenger.”
Alexei shakes his head again, which sends Kenny on a further downslide on his eagerness as he continues.
Alexei shakes his head once more before stopping Kenny’s curiosity with a reality check.
“No, you’ll be facing the recently-signed competitor Jack Owyns.”
Kenny responds to this with a look of confusion and surprise.
“The…the man who calls himself a Villain but feels like he’s not quite Snidely Whiplash? The man who lost to Darin Zion in his debut?”
“One and the same,” Alexei says with one more nod.
“Ah,” replies Kenny, raising his hand to his chin as he strokes his non-existent beard. “I uh…I guess you can call me Kenny Do-Right, then. Let’s do the thing.”
With that, the Masters take their leftovers as they exit the restaurant, ready to move on to the next routine as we fade to black.