Look What You Made Me Do

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔
𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍

ᴺᵒ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ

[The footage on the screen is the end of the Cody Rhodes v Graham Cassidy match. The referee is down and Cody gestures for Cal Finlay to hand him the brass knuckles that rest in Cal's pocket. The other man hesitates, looking at the shimmering set of knuckles that sit in his hand. Cal's hesitation is all it takes for Graham to capitalize with his finisher, the referee able to count the pin for Graham. The other man leaves, leaving Cody and Cal in the ring. Cody is seen shouting, right before he slaps Cal. Cal stills, almost like a statue, before he slowly turns to Cody, launching himself at Cody. Fist after fist collides with Cody's head before security drags Cal away from the American Nightmare. It takes half a dozen men to hold Cal back as the camera fades to a new scene, dark in nature. It takes a moment for the camera to adjust as we hear music faintly playing in what looks like a boiler room.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔
𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒆
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍

ᴺᵒ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ

[From the darkness of the boiler room, we can see Cal Finlay approach. There is something in his eyes that we have not seen in a long time. There is a softness, emotion, unlike the blank stare he has had while working with Cody and Angel. One of his hands grasps at the chain link fence separating us from the equipment.]

Cal: You. Yelled. At. Me.

[Cal's hand flexes on the fence as he swallows down his anger.]

Cal: I did everything you asked, Cody. I hurt anyone you set in my path. You mainpulated...the other...into following your every whim. But ʰᵉ? He doesn't like being manipulated. ᴴᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘˑ

[He rolls his shoulders, forehead bowed to touch the cool metal of the fence.]

Cal: -voice low- I should have seen what you were doing to me when you separated me from Gabe, when you tried to separate me from Delaney. You're a bad man, Cody Rhodes. To me. To Miss Angie.

[Cal looks up with the Kubrick Stare: his dark brown eyes looking out from under his brown line. His lips are pressed into a cruel sneer.]

Cal: ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ʷᵒʳˢᵉ ᵒⁿᵉˑ

[We focus on Cal as the camera fades to black.]

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆
𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝑰 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆
𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 ʸᵒᵘʳˢ  𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒅 ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˡⁱⁿᵉᵈ