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*Minho is preparing for his match backstage. Wendi opens his locker room door and enters.*
Minho: I don’t want to speak to you!
Wendi: I’m sorry... Please, it’s been a week.
Minho: You made me go out there alone, and because of that I lost! We spent the full week practicing, then on the day you let me down...
Wendi: I couldn’t handle the pressure... The responsibility was too much. I was...
Minho: Oh no! Don’t you start making excuses now. I needed you and you weren’t there. Do you know how smug Luis Alvarado must be right now?! He danced with a janitor and beat me, and they didn’t even dance! They bounced off the ropes a few times and collided heads and that was it! I performed a flawless routine on my own and, because I was on my own, I lost!
Wendi: You’re more focused on him these days than anything else...
Minho: That is not true!
Wendi: Of course it is! It’s Luis this, Luis that. That’s all you ever talk about!
Minho: I talk about lots of things!
Wendi: Even when we were training last week all you were saying is how Luis was never going to be able to beat us.
Minho: And he wouldn’t have done if it was US. But it was just me... Listen, I have my match against Chris Young soon. I’m going to beat him, and then later on tonight Luis has his match. I think I’m going to need a front row seat for that one. He’s not getting another notch on his belt over me...
*Minho begins to walk away.*
Wendi: Wait!
*Minho stops and turns around.*
Minho: What?
Wendi: ... I’m ready.
Minho: Ready? Ready for what?
Wendi: ... I’m ready to wrestle. Next week, I want to make my debut.
*Minho’s eyes widen.*
Minho: ... I... I don’t have time for this right now! We will discuss this later.
*Minho walks away. The camera fades to black.*
Minho: I don’t want to speak to you!
Wendi: I’m sorry... Please, it’s been a week.
Minho: You made me go out there alone, and because of that I lost! We spent the full week practicing, then on the day you let me down...
Wendi: I couldn’t handle the pressure... The responsibility was too much. I was...
Minho: Oh no! Don’t you start making excuses now. I needed you and you weren’t there. Do you know how smug Luis Alvarado must be right now?! He danced with a janitor and beat me, and they didn’t even dance! They bounced off the ropes a few times and collided heads and that was it! I performed a flawless routine on my own and, because I was on my own, I lost!
Wendi: You’re more focused on him these days than anything else...
Minho: That is not true!
Wendi: Of course it is! It’s Luis this, Luis that. That’s all you ever talk about!
Minho: I talk about lots of things!
Wendi: Even when we were training last week all you were saying is how Luis was never going to be able to beat us.
Minho: And he wouldn’t have done if it was US. But it was just me... Listen, I have my match against Chris Young soon. I’m going to beat him, and then later on tonight Luis has his match. I think I’m going to need a front row seat for that one. He’s not getting another notch on his belt over me...
*Minho begins to walk away.*
Wendi: Wait!
*Minho stops and turns around.*
Minho: What?
Wendi: ... I’m ready.
Minho: Ready? Ready for what?
Wendi: ... I’m ready to wrestle. Next week, I want to make my debut.
*Minho’s eyes widen.*
Minho: ... I... I don’t have time for this right now! We will discuss this later.
*Minho walks away. The camera fades to black.*
