We’re in the parking lot--a familiar, rusty pickup pulls up. It clatters to a stop, brakes squeaking and bumper sagging. One last cough of black smoke exits the exhaust as Cort turns the truck off and gets out--but before he can make it another step, he’s suddenly face-to-face with Billy and Chuck.
Billy: Mr. Sensation did NOT appreciate that little stunt you pulled with Shepherd’s car…
Cort: Shucks, he didn’t? The fans seemed to!
Billy is undeterred by Cort’s attempt to blow him off, and hands Cort an official-looking slip of paper.
Billy: I’m afraid we’ll have to wipe that smug grin off your face--he’s also ordered you to pay Shepherd back, in full, for the damage caused.
Cort shoots him a worried glance, not even looking at the slip.
Cort: And how much would that be?
Billy: Ten thousand dollars.
Cort sucks in air through his teeth.
Cort: Hoo wee. OK. That’s, uh… that’s no small amount.
Billy: Hopefully that will teach you a lesson.
Cort shakes his head and grumbles, stuffing the slip in his pocket.
Cort: I’m not good at learning.
The two men follow Cort as he makes his way through the parking area and into backstage, where the hustle is bustling as usual. A janitor walks past, and Cort notices a ring of keys dangling out of his back pocket--he drops behind his escort and snatches them, moments before the two men turn around.
Cort: Sorry, stumbled a little there!
They look unconvinced, but Cort has already hidden the evidence… they keep walking until Cort suddenly stops again.
Cort: Okay, need to drain the swamp.
Both men look at him suspiciously, and he gestures towards a door to his left. The camera swings to follow.
Cort: Bathroom.
Billy: I’m sorry, but due to your previous actions… we’re going to have to accompany you.
Cort looks flabbergasted.
Cort: You’re going to stare at me while I piss.
Billy: Well, not stare.
Cort: Christ. Well, I don’t have a choice do I.
Billy: Nope.
Cort sighs and enters the bathroom, with both men following but the camera remaining mercifully outside. We can hear the sounds of piss hitting porcelain.
Cort: Guys, can I have some space here? There’s a whole wall of urinals.
Cort: Guys.
Cort: Ah, f*ck it.
Billy: Why are you turning--AUGH, MY SHIRT!
Cort runs out of the bathroom following the sudden scream. He slams the door behind him and scrambles to lock it with the keys he swiped earlier. We hear the two men inside banging on the door and yelling to be let out, but Cort just smiles. Somehow he produces a cigar and a lighter, and takes a puff of the cigar before smugly stating:
Cort: I love it when a plan comes together.
THE CAMERA PANS TO THE XTRON
The scene opens with Doc Green and Antonio Everrett doing a little bit of last minute training prior to Doc’s match with Coolidge tonight.
Everrett holds a heavy bag, as Doc, sporting a new attire in the style of the Mod movement, with his hair now shaved round the back and tied up in a braided ponytail, lays in punches and kicks with sharp focus.
Everrett shouts encouraging words at his friend as he does this, psyching him up to do battle against a foe he dislikes greatly.
Everrett: Go on, lad! This is your opportunity, your night. You keep your head out there, and there’s no chance in hell that you’re walking out of the ring without your arm raised. You’ve got everything going for you tonight mate, the fans want to see you win, I want to see you win; so don’t let me see Coolidge’s actions speak for themselves
Doc grunts angrily upon hearing Coolidge’s name, and throws a huge backfist, taking Ant off guard and taking him aback a little. Everrett composes himself, and drops the bag to the ground and putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder.
Everrett: Steady on there, mate. Like I said, you let your emotions get the better of you in there and all that momentum we’ve got going goes to pot. But that’s not what’s gonna happen, yeah?
Ant drops his hand off Doc’s shoulder before bringing it up again for a high handshake, which Doc obliges with.
Doc: Yeah, yeah, man, I know. I just want to win, y’know, and not squander this chance to prove that I can win my battles on my own. This is just the first step, mate. There’s so much ahead of us still and I don’t want to fall at the first hurdle. I refuse to let that happen to me, not only for my own sake but for ours too. We rise together, we fall together, that kind of thing, you get me?
Everrett: A wise man once told me that 90% of this game is mental my friend. Every single person who steps foot in an OCW ring can throw a punch and run the ropes, but what separates the good from the great is the ability to keep it all up there when it matters most.
Ant points towards his brain.
Everrett: I have no doubt you can get it done in the ring, I’ve seen it with my own eyes many a time. But it’s just gonna be you and Coolidge this time; no games, no me on in your corner, not with this gammy arm anyway. This is a great test for you Doc, and I know you have what it takes to pass.
The room falls silent with Everrett spouting such inspirational knowledge on Doc. After a few short moments, the two burst out into laughter and share a bro hug.
Doc: I swear to god man, some of the shit that comes out your mouth. Were you up all night watching Blue Planet again, bro? In all seriousness though, I appreciate you brother. Stick to my game, what I know best, and the adrenaline will do the rest.
Everrett: Exactly, you got this.
The two share their usual handshake and Everrett walks offscreen, presumably to the on-site physiotherapist to take a look at his arm, with Doc taking a seat on a pull out chair, head down, looking focused as the camera cuts back to the announce team.
TELOS vs HIJO DE MISTICO
Ashley Moore sits in Valkyrie’s room and is chatting with someone.
Ashley Moore: What shall I do. I have a tag team match with Valkyrie. Together. In one team.
Ashley Moore: I would really like to let her fight it alone. I don’t care if she gets beaten up, but this devilish management set up Ace and Elsa as opponents.
Ashley Moore: I want to get my revenge for the Ladies Night title match where Ace just went for me and this option will not come back soon I guess.
Ashley Moore: And Elsa, I’ve still got some unfinished business with her.
Ashley Moore: Can you tell me what to do?
Now you see who is Ashley talking with, it is the biggest unicorn of Valkyrie’s collection.
Ashley Moore: Yes, I know you are just a stupid soft toy. I think I will have to team up with her, but just this one time.
Ashley Moore (with a higher voice): That is a nice idea and afterwards you will become best friends and everything will be awesome.
Ashley Moore: I think I am going crazy here sometime.
Rain pours outside Madison Square Garden. Fans are all packed tight and screaming OCW. Two large security guards stands at the doors entrance blocking away the fans until it's time to let them in.
THE CAMERA PANS TO THE XTRON
A hooded figure appears from the crowd and goes to the front door. The security guard stops him before he enters.
Guard1- Sir, fan entrance isn't permitted for another *looks at watch* 25 minutes or so. Please, proceed to the back and wait with everyone else.
The man pulls his hood from over his head. It's OCW Gamer of the year, AC Cobra.
Cobra- Gamer, I have a match tonight. Please, let me in. Freezing sub zero balls out here.
Both guards look at each other and burst into laughter.
Guard1- Get a load of this guy. Your husky ass don't have a match.
Guard2 begins to mock Cobra
Guard2- "It's freezing sub zero balls. GET OVER HERE!!" *laughs*
Crowd outside begins to laugh
Cobra face palms. He takes of his hoody and throws it in the crowd. He's shirtless and the crowd is in disgust. One fan in the background can be heard saying "Yuck".
Cobra lays backside on the ground and a fan begins to pin him. A ref rushes from the crowd and starts the pin count.
Ref-1....2.....
Crowd-3!!!!
The fan gets off Cobra, & is met with high fives from the fans. Cobra, dust himself off and walks towards the guards.
Guard1-Cobra? I knew it was you. Thanks, for jogging my memory. Get in here silly.
The guards open the entrance door to let AC in. Cobra rolls his eyes as he walks by them.
