The scene opens on Stacy Clark, walking through the backstage area. She’s holding a microphone with The Clark Effect logo on the boxing, and looks to uncharacteristically out of sorts.
As she walks along, she is glancing around corners and into rooms, searching for the subject of this week’s Clark Effect.
She finally stops in front of a closed door with a sign that reads MEN’S BATHROOM attached. She turns to the camera man.
Stacy Clark: HERE?
The camera silently nods in response, before Stacy replies with an uneasy grimace.
Stacy Clark: Should we knock or just go in?
The camera cannot really convey a shrug but, most viewers are able to feel deep down that the camera man had responded to her question by shrugging.
She takes a breath, steeling herself to begin this interview, when the sound of muffled screaming can be heard inside.
Stacy’s eyes widen and the camera turns to face the door, pulling away from the framing which had centered on Stacy.
Despite being unsettled by whatever horrors may be occuring inside of a Men’s bathroom causing a muffled scream to be audible through a brick wall, journalistic integrity takes the wheel.
A look of determination settles onto Stacy’s face, she puts on her big girl pants, and moves to open the door as the camera man works around behind her to get the viewing angle.
Inside the bathroom, the viewer can see a trough-style urinal. The referee is laying across the trough, his back uncomfortably bent backwards over the edge of the trough, with his head tilted inverted at a downward angle.
His face is covered with soaked orange rags, and as the camera pans inward, we can see that it is the same shredded t-shirt that had been draped over Minio’s face after last week’s match.
The One Man Revolution Bobby Minio looms over the referee, surrounded by a number of buckets.
The referee is wiggling around, his wrists and ankles bound by zipties. Minio had just been reaching down for another bucket when the door had opened.
He turns back to his business, lifting the bucket before he addresses the intrusion.
Bobby Minio: Here for the interview I imagine?
Stacy Clark: … Yes, you didn’t show up for The Clark Effect…
Bobby Minio: My bad, I was just busy. See, I’m conducting an interview myself actually.
Minio lifts the bucket up to about his shoulder level, then leans down into the covered face of the referee.
Bobby Minio: Let me ask again, now that we have an audience… Did H2O plan that whole scheme out with me?
The referee begins to cough and choke beneath the remains of the t-shirt.
Referee: Nn-n… nn-no…
Bobby Minio: Oh, so you’re telling me everything that played out there… that was just, what? An opportunity? For funsies?
Referee: N-no…
Bobby Minio: Now you’re just not making any sense. Oh well.
Referee: Wai-
With a heave, Minio lifts the bucket overhead and begins pouring it out over the rags covering the referee’s face.
The referee begins to choke and cough ask the liquid splashes around his head and into the trough.
The unmistakable dull yellow tilt of the liquid becomes apparent to the camera as it catches the light.
Stacy stands in the doorway, completely shocked by the act in front of her. Minio stops pouring, giving the referee a moment to cough before he leans in again.
Bobby Minio: I went back, I watched Riot back from start to finish… I saw that you had to… relieve yourself… well before you came in contact with me.
Bobby Minio: So why? Why would you take that liberty with me?
Referee: I… I don’t…
Bobby Minio: Say it. Say you’re in cohoots with him. ADMIT IT!
Referee: No-
Bobby Minio: Nah. I’m not satisfied with that answer.
He brings the bucket back up, pouring it down over the referee’s covered face as he chokes and sputters.
Stacy Clark: This is OUTRAGEOUS. What are you doing?!
Minio turns his head to face Stacy, continuing to pour the liquid out over the referee.
Bobby Minio: What’s it look like? I’m getting to the bottom of this.
He turns his attention back to the referee as he lifts the bucket back up, leaving a stunned Stacy speechless.
Bobby Minio: I want a real answer, NOW.
The referee chokes for about 15 seconds, gasping for air in between.
It’s clear that he’s sobbing between all of the ugly noises. He catches his breath as best as possible then begins to choke out a response.
Bobby Minio: Why?
Referee: B-bec-because. Because…
Bobby Minio: Because?
Referee: B-because… Y-you… You lost. You lost t-that last m-match. He won. H-... he beat you.
Stacy turns to look at the camera man, the shock on her face saying more than words could. Minio stands frozen over the referee for a moment, his head finally tilting to the side, almost like a dog who heard a whistle.
Without a word, he begins pouring the bucket over the referee’s face again, his face twisting to rage.
The referee choking amps up to a full panic, but the liquid prevents him from screaming.
The bucket runs out of the liquid, which causes Minio to fling the bucket aside in frustration.
The sound of the bucket bouncing off of the wall and echoing through the cavernous bathroom causes both Stacy and the camera man to flinch.
Without missing a beat, Minio leans down, grabbing another bucket.
Stacy Clark: Enough! This has gone on long enough!
Minio shakes his head, not turning to look at Stacy as he begins pouring another bucket over the referee’s face.
Bobby Minio: Miss me with that judgemental CRAP!, Stace.
Stacy turns to face the camera, her face showing that she’s offended by the actions and the words of Minio.
Stacy Clark: That’s it, get someone. Get someone to stop this.
Minio glances over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing towards Stacy, before turning back towards the ref as he continues to pour.
With a moment of hesitation, Minio dumps rest of the bucket out over the referee’s head, before hucking the bucket at the wall next to Stacy and the camera man, who both recoil back as a response.
He looks down at the coughing referee in disgust, then turns and storms out past Stacy and the camera man.
Bobby Minio: Well I guess this interview is over.
He turns, walking away down the hall, the camera following before panning back in to see the wriggling referee, soaked head to toe in the trough. Minio shouts back down the hall.
Bobby Minio: Hey Stacy, maybe you can be the good samaritan and untie him!
Stacy looks down the hall towards Minio with an expression of disdain, before turning back to look in at the referee.
Suddenly, her outrage washes away as the smell of the liquid overtakes her, and her expression instantly shows that she is grossed out.
She turns to the camera man.
Stacy Clark: Will you do it?
The camera man shakes his head, and the camera, left and right.
Stacy looks disappointed, and the two of them reluctantly move further into the bathroom towards the referee as the scene fades into the next segment.
The camera pans to the announce team.
..........................Jesus!
Bobby has finally lost it!
Cort Marshall vs K.D Angelo
The camera pans to the announce team.
WOAH WOAH WOAH!
HAHAHAHAHHAA
Previously Recorded
BBQ is sizzling on the grill. It’s Mother’s Day and spring has arrived in the hills of LA. Backyard parties, weddings and pool parties is what’s happening right now.
But not here. Not in this remote area of Western California where it’s hot and dry like Arabian sand.
A tent is pitched in the middle of this rocky terrain next to an RV where Cyborg is having a cookout with just his two dogs King and King.
Cyborg: Lunch meat is ready. Here you go boys.
Cyborg serves his American Bullies some meat from the grill and places it down in a bowl that’s labeled, “Big Dawg”.
He then looks inside of the cooler and pulls out a bag of ice. He pours it inside the bowl along with some H2O.
King and King are going to town on the food from their master. Cyborg sits in his folding chair and puts a cooling towel over his head.
He tilts his head back just enough to see the bottom half of his face.
Cyborg: You civilians are probably wondering why I’m out here in the middle of this desert sizzling in this heat.
Cyborg: It’s one of the things survivalists do when they prepare to strike. It’s one of the things predators do when they’re about eat their prey.
Cyborg: When you’re half man half machine the environment becomes your best ally. Nothing phases me.
Cyborg takes a look at the ribs on the grill and turns them over.
Cyborg: The truth is I’m out here in this natural sauna just steaming. Much like I have been this past couple weeks in OCW.
Cyborg: If you mind your own business you live longer. That was told to me out there on the battlefield. But it seems like Quartz keep eyeing me in his promos, talking to me directly and indirectly and quite frankly....
Cyborg: I’m sick of this kid...and I hate kids.
Cyborg grabs what looks to be a grenade launcher from behind the cooler. He takes the cooling towel from his head and places it around his neck.
He checks the chamber to see if it’s loaded. He then aims towards a small mound of rock about 100 meters out.
He aims and then shoots…
The grenade falls just short and dirt explodes from the ground as a cloud of dust fades away into the wind.
Cyborg: Hmmph...Not phased by my first attempt? Here’s another….
Cyborg readjust his aim and fires another grenade. BOOM!!!
The mound of rock explodes into pieces. Tyson puts the grenade launcher back behind the cooler.
His dogs whimpers to get his attention. They’re sitting upright while wagging their tail next to the grill.
Cyborg: Oh...you haven’t had enough of these here ribs, huh boys?
Cyborg: They’re organically grown and imported from France. I hope you enjoy.
King and Kong don’t care where it’s from. All they know is that it smells good and they’re master is in a good mood to feed them table food.
They tear into it like vultures.
Cyborg: Quartz….Rust….I’m putting a ballot into Wrestlution and calling you two clowns out! This the last time I’m going to say this.
Cyborg: I will embarrass and beat you two TOGETHER. If you come to Lution thinking it’s a handicap match…
Cyborg breaks off a slab of ribs and bites a chunk out of it.
Cyborg: Consider yourselves lunch meat.
The camera pans off of Tyson and looks off to the mountains as the scene fades.
