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We cut backstage to see Dennis Dillinger standing outside the Dillinger Enterprises locker room. He has a “NutriJen Bar” in his hand, half eaten.
Dillinger: Uh-huh. Yes.
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Dillinger: Listen, I told him that we don’t play kiddy ball. Either he pays us 50% of the purse win or lose, or he can find himself a new fighter.
Dillinger: Well what other fighters is he going to get! This is LA’s #1 mixed martial artist!
His phone buzzes in his ear and he quickly pulls it away with a disgusted look on his face.
Dillinger: I have to go, I have another call. I’ll call you back. GET THE DEAL DONE. Goodbye!
Dillinger clicks the phone, before pulling it back to his ear.
Dillinger: Hello?
???: Hey, is this Pizza Hut?
Dillinger: …
Colin: Nah, Dennis Dillinger, right?
Dillinger: Obviously.
Colin: It’s Colin Locke.
Dillinger’s face lights up as he notices the camera and tries to shoo it away to no avail.
Dillinger: Ah yes, the one and only. How goes the championship rebuild? I trust you’re out here looking like Pat Riley?
Colin: I have no idea who that is. Is that some American thing? You know I’m English, right, we don’t get half of your stuff over here.
Dillinger: Of course! I just thought you being a businessman and all…
Dillinger once again tries to shoo the camera away as he whips out a miniature rolodex and swaps through. He pulls a card out…
Dillinger: That you’d uhh..
Dillinger stammers through his words as he takes a pen and scratches out a line on Colin’s rolodex entry that says “Australian?” The camera gets close to see, but Dillinger again tries to wave them off.
Dillinger: You know, be in tune with a businessman such as him… Anyways, what can I do for you, I take it you’re impressed by my clients PRESENCE on OCWTV these days?
Colin: Nah, not really. I mean, Parca’s eventually gonna have to meet me and find out exactly what I thought about the Mark Reese thing, and now that’s gonna be twice as bad a situation now I’ve tried Mama Reese’s BBQ. What were you thinking, cutting a business connection like that off? Cutting that kind of free catering off? And that’s before you get into the fact that the whole thing was a total arsehole thing to do.
Dillinger: Well-
Colin: Nah, nah, nah, guy, let me finish. And then we get onto your new kid, that big twat, only reason I’m not giving him a whack is because I’ve got a bigger, and probably more skilled guy to fight with the Tre Golden stuff coming up-
Dillinger: Give him a what, now?
Colin: Dennis.
There is a pause before Colin continues.
Colin: From what I can see, the only philosophy we share is that neither of us like The Wrestling Club. I’ve gotta ask, knowing what you guys had planned, what did you think was gonna happen between me and your company?
Dillinger: Listen up, kid. You know how many do-gooders I’ve seen in this business think that the way to the top is putting their chin up and “learning from every defeat”?
Dillinger: I know that’s where you think the money and fame is right now, but these people cheering you when you walk out? They’ll turn on you the second you start falling down. I’ve seen it happen.
Dillinger: I see a star in you, kid. Hell, you’re already a star. In and out of the ring. So ride your high horse until it collapses under the pressure your “fans” have created. When it does, you call me and we’ll make some money.
Colin: That’s a huge compliment, and I’m seriously thankful for that. But, man, I’ve also seen good people turn into proper arseholes in pursuit of belts. Sometimes it works, too, but eventually their time runs out and they realise their mistake. You think I’m riding a high horse? Fine. Maybe it’s accurate, too, after all, every horse starts looking high when you’re an ‘also-ran’.
Dillinger: Whatever you say, champ… and hey, I have to ask… Why are you so clear and vivid? You must have one of the newest Japanese phone models before the general public. Usually it’s hard to hear the other side of the conversation.
Colin: No, it’s because I’m standing right behind you.
Dennis flips around and is startled, dropping his NutriJen bar. He screams at Colin for being a creep before realizing he’s still shouting into the phone. He looks at the phone, then back and Colin and hangs up before snatching his bar off of the ground.
Dillinger: FIVE SECOND RULE, GRRR.
Dillinger walks back into the locker room and slams the door shut as Colin raises an eyebrow, his eyes following Dillinger as he runs off, the camera lingering on Colin for a moment as he shrugs, shakes his head and starts to walk away as it fades into the next segment.
OWEN vs. MATHIAS DUPLOOY
Previously Recorded
Inside of a lavish living room with Persian carpets, fine Italian leather couches, and a hand shaped wooden table are seen. Sitting on one of the couches is none other than Parca Dos Straps.
Parca, brandishing a glass in his hand filled with a liquid, is mesmerized by the glass. He keeps staring at the glass as the liquid bounces from one side to another. There is complete silence in the room, the cameras shift to the left a bit and we see Parca’s #1 man Christian Garcia.
Garcia, still licking his wounds from his battle with Maxx Edwards is staring a hole at the bottle on the table. The label reads “Tia Rosita’s Tequila.” Parca stands up and walks over to a fireplace and stares into the flames.
Parca: I’m not mad at you. Not that you asked, or if you even care. I’m not mad, I’m disappointed. Not that you lost no, but more so mad about the fact that you say you are Ambition.
Parca takes a sip from the glass as he continues on.
Parca: Tell me… Chico, if you’re what you say you are. How come you let those Wrestle Club bums get one over on you? Get one over on us? Get one over… on me.
The logs in the fire start crackling as they split down the middle.
Parca: You see this? All of this around you, me, EVERYTHING is here cause of me! That’s what none of these fans understand, what none of these other wrestlers understand.
Parca turns around and looks over to Garcia.
Parca: But you know who does understand it? You. That’s why I chose you, to follow in my footsteps, to earn all the money you could ever imagine, and to earn all the glory you could ever want.
The wood keeps cracking, as the silence absorbs the room before Parca breaks it.
Parca: So tell me Chico, are you gonna let me down again? Or are you gonna show yourself, and all those who doubt you? Cause I know what you’re made of, I know exactly who you are. But do you?
Christian is clearly frustrated, as judged by the grimace he regards the bottle with. Things did not go according to plan, and his already short fuse is cut dangerously thin.
Christian: Primero, I ain’t got an excuse for what happened with Edwards. He got the better of me. It ain’t gonna happen again. As for TWC, though… you know why they’re doing this. They’re trying to get in your head, in OUR heads, because they think that’s the way they’re gonna win those titles. I thought our business was done, but it’s clear that they don’t recognize that. That they don’t recognize YOU.
After a long, awkward pause, CG gives up and grabs a nearby glass and pours himself a drink. It’s clear that he’s not happy about it, nor is he happy when he takes a draught and winces slightly at the burn.
Christian: You give me a little bit of time, and I’ll make sure they know who’s in charge around here. They’ve been foolin’ around in your tag team division for too long. It’s time someone sent them a message. See how they like it when something’s going through their head.
Christian sneers, malice evident in his features as he props an elbow on his knee and points to El Parca.
Christian: They won’t make it to the title match.
Parca starts nodding his head up and down at what Garcia is saying.
Parca: Right… speaking of which. That leads me into tonight. You vs. H2O. That, I am not very happy about. This is pure abuse of power by Dupree and I will not accept it.
Parca paced back and forth in front of the fire talking at Garcia.
Parca: The only thing I can ask of you tonight is simply survive. Diamonds are formed under the greatest pressure. Someone we know could vouch for that.
Parca winks directly into the camera before continuing on.
Parca: As for those losers? The Wrestle Club? Leave them to me and Dillinger. But, Chico, one more thing.
Parca walks forward to Garcia, he places his glass down on the table and sits in front of Garcia.
Parca: First, you don’t need this. Parca takes Garcia’s drink away and puts it on the table. Second, do not let those punks get into your head. And third, remember who you are, Garcia. One loss doesn’t define you.
Parca stands up and walks back to the fireplace as we hear the wood still cracking.
Parca: Beside, in due time? You’ll correct all these failures. Right? You’ll correct all these failures Chico?
Christian awkwardly pauses, before nodding his head.
Christian: Right. I will.
Parca: Good. That’s what I like to hear.
Parca’s phone begins to ring as he looks over to Garcia. He nods at Garcia as Garcia nods back at him. He answers the phone call before exiting the room.
Parca: Long time no talk old friend. How can I be of service for you?
Parca continues his conversation as he exits the room. The cameras pan back and fade to black.
Archer skulks down the hall, shouting on his cell phone, further down the corridor Telos can be seen minding his own business but obviously in ear shot of Archer’s ramblings.
Archer: Why does it keep coming back to his swimming pool? Why can’t he just go away… What do you mean no legal reprise… You’re a terrible lawyer! I don’t care who you got off from a murder charge, you’re fired! FIRED!
Archer hangs up on the lawyer, by simply terminating his phone via smashing it into the wall. Still fuming he eyeballs the watch Telos.
Archer: And just what in the hell do you want?!
Telos looks around, making sure no one else is being addressed before replying to Archer.
Telos: Well, that’s a loaded question Tommy. I mean, where would I start? I want a new car...I want some OCW gold….I damn sure want some fresher strawberries in catering….
Archer: My name isn’t Tommy you gigantic gopher licker! However if you’re looking for some financial assistance I could arrange it… At a cost, if you know what I mean.
Telos: You know what? You’re right, my bad. Regardless, I did want to congratulate you. Gotta give credit where its due, that win at Lution was major man. Nice to see you working to put yourself on the map.
Archer: Map! On the map!? I am the whole damn journey, you’re just a truck stop that peasants use to buy egg salad sandwiches that will inevitably give them tapeworms, speaking of the which… I’m dealing with my own right now, it’s big and wears orange paint, so if you’ll excuse me… I have better things to do!
Telos:I don’t know who pissed in your Scotch, but I can tell you from experience, life in OCW is a lot harder when you walk around disrespecting anyone unfortunate enough to cross your path. Wish I could say it was nice talking to you, but this slop they put out for us seems more pleasant at the moment.
Telos turns to walk away, but stops, and turns back to Archer with a smirk crossing his face.
Telos:I don’t know if you heard anything, but rumor is Mike Morrison is throwing a pool party soon? Seems like it’d be a good time, y’know? Give you a chance to loosen up a bit.
Telos laughs while walking away from Archer, Archer screams and kicks the wall, unfortunately for him his foot goes through it. As Telos continues laughing we can see Archer in the background struggling to break free.
