The camera switches to the backstage area where Solomon Caine is sitting on a steel chair in his dressing room, lacing up the boot on his right foot.
He quickly wraps up and walks out of the room to take a stroll down the hall. From a front-view, Caine bumps into another individual but the shot is too shaky to tell who it is. The camera refocuses on Caine.
Solomon Caine: What the fu-
The camera pans to show Justin Jehst in a grey pinstripe suit speaking to a stage-hand and is interrupted by Caine’s misguided footstep.
Solomon Caine: Oh look who it is... Mr. Hollywood himself.
Jehst: And you are…? OH! Backyard Billy Fun! No wait that’s not it...Bingo Hall Paul!...No, that doesn’t sound right...Salamander Bane! That’s it; Salamander!
Solomon Caine: You think you’re funny, huh? Walking around here in a fancy suit and a man-bun? The red carpet is that way, buddy. But right now, you’re standing in a wrestling arena.
Jehst: This hairstyle is very much in vogue, Start-Up Sam. Listen, I don’t have time to play in the kids pen right now so why don’t you take your two-dollar-ring-gear and take your rightful place in the crowd. It’s where you belong.
Solomon Caine: Now I sure as hell didn’t fight my way to OCW to be told off by some B-list movie star pretending to be a professional wrestler. Especially when you’re taking up breathing room and sticking your ass in my way.
Jehst: Look, I’m not in the mood to trade verbal blows with a guy who looks like he couldn’t finish a Happy Meal. I’ve got much more pressing matters to attend to.
Solomon Caine: Like what? Cheating on your girlfriend? Or maybe getting your ass beat by Capo? I mean, I wouldn’t wanna spoil your fun Mr. Hollywood. But let me tell you this, if you get in my way again, you can add me to your list of "pressing matters".
Jehst gets nose to nose with Solomon as his demeanor changes to that of a man about to rip the head off another. He pulls his aviators off his face and his gaze pierces straight into Caine’s soul.
Jehst: I never cheated on anybody, get your facts straight, kid. This whole photo business was from long before me and Elsa ever got together. So why don’t you listen to my sage advice; know your role and stay the hell out of my way.
Caine scans Jehst for a moment. He then smirks and lets out a quick exhale through his nose before sliding to the side and wandering out of frame, letting out a slight chuckle as Jehst remains in a state of ire.
The scene fades to black.
The Camera Pans To The X-Tron
Previously Recorded.
The scene opens in a very fancy restaurant. Ashley Moore sits alone on a table and is waiting for another person to meet there. She is dressed up as elegant as the other guests in a very expensive pantsuit.
There’s a woman at the entrance of the restaurant with a messy bun and wearing an oversized OCW hoodie with leggings who looks a bit confused to be here and the waiter at the door wants to compliment her immediately out of the business. She mentions the person she is going to meet here and she’s escorts her reluctantly to the table.
Ashley Moore: There you, are Kumiko. Nice of you to make it.
Empress: This isn’t Mini Golf. You said we were going to Mini Golf Range.
Ashley Moore: I said Mimi Café Rouge how did you even..nevermind. Please sit down.
She plops down on the chair with a pout on her face. As the waiter hands both of them a menu and pours them some wine.
Empress: What are we doing here? What does any of this have to do with dealing with three stooges?
Ashley Moore: We can’t eat and talk strategies at the same time?
Empress: I would rather play Mini Golf at least I could picture Belle’s face as the ball and beat the hell out of it.
Ashley Moore: I thought we enjoy ourselves today before the match tomorrow. Speaking of which. We will face Terra and Aerith. We mustn’t take them easily even though they never teamed up together.
Ashley Moore: And that is our advantage we will have to use. Even if we never had a match together, we showed that we can rely on each other, that we trust each other. That is our strength.
Empress: Trust each other? Tell that to the female Battletoad Blaine. Mocking Blaine “you two accomplished nothing so far” bah!
Empress starts slamming her fist on the table and get riled up over the disrespect from Blaine.
Empress: Who does she think she is talking to me like that. She hasn’t done shit in this company besides piss and moan about people treating her different. You know what I’m happy her Bar got burn down!
Other guest in the restaurant start staring at Ashley and Empress’ table. A waiter is seen walking over toward them as Empress is getting more upset.
Ashley Moore: Would you calm down? You are about to get us kicked out of here.
Empress: Calm down?! Calm down! Why are you so okay with being treated like shit!? I will not calm down!
Waiter: We are getting a lot of complaints. I have to ask you two to leave.
Ashley Moore: Don’t you know who I am?
Waiter: Uhm…
Ashley Moore: She will stay quiet from now.
Empress: I will not! Who do you think you are? You are not my leader. I don’t take orders from you. Go f*** yourself!
Empress gets up slapping the wine glass over and storming out shoving the waiter out of the way.
SOLOMON CAINE vs JOSHUA TUCKER
The Prince of Flight’s theme blares through the arena and the crowd immediately showers T.Y. Sparks with boos. He shrugs them off and makes his way down to the ring, wearing a jacket, black nikes, and white jeans.
Sparks: Give me a damn mic!
Sparks gestures aggressively over to ringside… An OCW crew member frightfully slides a microphone in to the ring to the rookie.
Sparks: So Brooklyn, are y’all happy to see me?
The OCW Universe showers Sparks with jeers after he asks them the question.
Sparks: Yeah, I’m not happy to see you either. Anyway, so I know some of you heard about the battle royale that me and a few other newcomers are involved in at Road to Glory...
Sparks: In case you don’t know allow me to tell you everyone in this match.
T.Y. Sparks pulls out a crumpled piece of paper and reads it very deliberately, almost sarcastically.
Sparks: We have… eherm... Solomon Caine, Matthew May, Joshua Tucker, Danny Watts, The Man Called Joopiter?...
Sparks: But much more importantly than all of those freaks… We have everyone’s favorite, yours truly, the Prince of Flight, T-Y Sparks Junior!
Crowd: You Suck! clap clap, You Suck! clap clap, You Suck! clap clap,
T.Y. Sparks laughs at their chanting.
Sparks: I suck? Hah! Says you marks that walk out here every week and pay money to see… to see… Shoot, I can’t even name a talent!
Sparks: It’s about time I become the focal point of this washout show.
Sparks: That’s my goal. That is why at Road to Glory... I will prove each and every one of you wrong when I win-my-match.
Sparks sets the microphone down in the center of the ring and walks up the ramp with a giant smirk on his face.
