Our scene opens up to the inside view of a very elegant limousine. The seats are made of white leather, and sitting in the center console was a bottle of champange on ice. Behind that were two long glasses. The lighting in the limo was dim, and as the cameras pulled back - it was evident there was two figures sitting inside of the limousine. Sitting on the right was Andrade "Cien" Almas, Global Wrestling Federation superstar and international icon - otherwise known as "El Idolo". Almas was wearing a black sports coat with an ash gray button down and black slacks. His hair was pulled back into and rolled into a bun and his beard was neatly trimmed. Almas stared into the camera with a devious little smirk on his face. Sitting to his right was his true partner in crime, Zelina Vega. The fiery latina sat next to Almas, staring out of the limousine with her hands crossed in her lap. She was wearing a tight black mini-skirt and a flashy silver top. Zelina did not look very happy today. Even though she wasn't facing the camera, you could see the scowl on her face.

ZELINA VEGA: What you did tonight .. that didn't make up for what happened at on Sunday at Vengeance. I just want to make that clear that you.

Let's use context clues here. Zelina Vega most likely is upset that her client, a highly touted luchadore - who for three weeks delayed his debut because the conditions were not right - was defeated in his debut on pay-per-view in front of the world. What happened tonight at Raw is War though .. well, that's an entirely different story. You see, seeking some sort of redemption for his loss, Almas ambushed Jeff Hardy and left him in such bad shape, he had to be cared for by the medical staff. Almas knew this didn't make things right. He didn't need Zelina to tell him that. You could see it in his face. He adjusted in his chair as he bit his lip a bit and shook his head.

ANDRADE "CIEN" ALMAS: Lo sé .. I know .. but it's a good start, isn't it?

Zelina rolled her eyes a bit. Almas had grown use to her behavior at this point. She was catty, hard to please, and never liked the bitter taste of defeat. Almas chuckled to himself and grabbed the bottle of champagne that sat between the two of them. As he uncorked the bottle gently and poured himself a bit, he looked to Zelina as if to offer her some. Instead, Vega ignored her client and continued to stare out the limousine window. Almas, yet again, chuckled to himself and placed the bottle back in the ice and slipped from his glass slowly.

ANDRADE "CIEN" ALMAS: You know .. you don't have to act like this. It's just a bump in the road. One match is all.

Not a good idea, Andrade. Zelina snaps her neck towards Almas and begins to speak, quickly and loudly.

ZELINA VEGA: I left everything behind because you promised me success and you promised me championships. You have to forgive me if I'm having some second thoughts right now because based off what I saw last night .. could you sue me for being worried? I've invested so much in you .. and last night at Vengeance .. you lost to Jeff Hardy. A guy who even in his prime was a laughing stock and considered a paper champion .. even someone like that was able to defeat you. In front of a worldwide audience nonetheless! And now you're just sitting here and acting like everything is okay. It's not okay, Andrade. Fui estúpido para dejar todo y seguirte!

Another chuckle and smirk from Almas. He shook his head as he lifted his champagne glass and took a small sip. As he sipped his beverage, Almas let a silence linger for a few moments, before breaking it and speaking to an enraged Zelina.

ANDRADE "CIEN" ALMAS: You need to relax. Heh .. tranquilo, mi muñeca. Sometimes, it's difficult for you to see the forrest for the trees. You get so wrapped up in the little details that you don't see the big picture, Zelina. Trust me .. this is all part of the plan.

ZELINA VEGA: Losing your debut in front of a world wide audience was part of the plan?

ANDRADE "CIEN" ALMAS: Even in defeat, there are victories. Even though Jeff Hardy may have won a battle, he most certainly has not won the war. Prometo que esto no ha terminado. This fight .. This fight is far from over. Sunday .. that was just the start, mi amor. What I did tonight .. that was revenge. That was revenge for making El Idolo look like a fool. A man in my position cannot be afford to made to look like foolish. And now Jeff Hardy is feeling the effects of sticking his nose in business that didn't concern him to begin with. I left Hardy for the buzzards to pick at his bones ... Soon, Jeff Hardy will be forgotten history, like he should have remained. This much I promise you, mi muñeca .. Soon, El Idolo will be on top of the world.

For the first time in what feels like ages, Zelina Vega snaps her attention directly towards Almas. She stares deep into his eyes and speaks boldly.

ZELINA VEGA: That better happen sooner than later, Andrade.

ANDRADE "CIEN" ALMAS: Trust me, Zelina. Things will change. I've already made the arrangments. Next week, I'll be taking on Repo Man .. what a pathetic excuse for a man. After that .. well .. let's just say that El Idolo has a trick or two up his sleeve.

Almas smirks a sly grin and winks at Zelina Vega. She doesn't look 100% convinced. Andrade grabs the spare glass and pours a bit of bubbly for his manager. As he places the bottle back in ice, he hands the glass to Almas.

ANDRADE "CIEN" ALMAS: Cheers, mi amor. To success.

Zelina scoffed a bit and took a sip from the glass. Our scene faded away with the lasting image of a satisifed looking Andrade Almas sitting next to a heated looking Zelina Vega. And with that, the scene faded to black.