The camera cuts back from the commercial to the backstage area. There’s a small interview set put together in the back. Valkyrie is standing right next to a mannequin which is wearing the newest Flex Offender™ T-shirt.
Meanwhile, the OCW interviewer Stacy Clark is standing on the other side of the mannequin with a microphone in her hand.
Stacy Clark: Valkyrie. First of all, congratulations for your return to OCW. And, of course, congratulations for this best selling T-shirt that has crashed the OCWSHOP.COM servers last night and went sold out in a mere minute.
Valkyrie: I appreciate your support, Stacy. I’ve missed you, just like I missed all of my OCW fans out there. Or should I say, my OCW friends? Ehh?
Valkyrie points to her ear and she goes silent, while the arena starts chanting her name, “VALK, VALK, VALK!”
Valkyrie: That’s what I’m talking about. Now, I’ve seen a couple of fans rocking my newest Flex Offender™ shirt on the way to the arena, but tonight there will be a new drop on the OCWSHOP dot COM! You better be quick because scalpers are on the hunt! Become a Registered Flex Offender™ today and commit Flexual Harassment crimes on your friends with this dripped out new shirt! Only 59.99$!!!
Stacy Clark: Ok fine, we get it. Let’s talk about serious stuff for a moment. Valkyrie, back at Chill Factor something happened and…
Valkyrie: It was an amazing moment, wasn’t it? The cheering from the crowd, the chants, the lights, the...
Stacy Clark: NO! I’m talking about Terra Daturas.
Valkyrie: Ah… yeah. That happened. Mppphhh.
Valkyrie pinches her temples and thinks for a moment.
Valkyrie: That was nothing, alright. Nothing at all! It was just… playful banter! That’s right! Playful banter between two… friend?! Yup, friends!
Stacy Clark: Playful banter?! She hit you with that green mist! Some are already speculating on a Terra Daturas vs Valkyrie match in the near future and..
Valkyrie bursts out laughing
Valkyrie: Please. Don’t be ridiculous. There will be no Terra vs Valkyrie match on Riot, on Turmoil, Clash, Ambition, Lution… whatever. That match is NEVER going to happen.
Valkyrie: Stop making things up. It’s all fine. I know Terra better than anyone in the women’s division. She wouldn’t hurt a fly… quite literally. She’s probably just mad because I forgot about her birthday… or stepped on a flower on my way to the parking lot. Something silly like that.
Stacy Clark doesn’t seem convinced by her words, but Valkyrie insists. She whips out her mobile phone and then she dials in Terra’s phone number
Valkyrie: Look! I’m gonna call her right now, on LIVE television just to show everyone that what happened at Chill Factor was nothing but playful banter! That’s right! PLAYFUL BANTER!
Both Stacy Clark and Valkyrie are staring at the phone, waiting for Terra to pick up.
…
…
But she never does.
The camera zooms in on Valkyrie’s slightly concerned expression and then fades to black.
As the camera cuts backstage we see a bald Justin Jehst escorting the NEW OCW Pride Champion, Cort Marshall, through a backstage corridor. Dressed in smart casual clothing, the pair make their way to their locker room door.
Jehst: Alright, Cort, here ya go!
Justin opens the door to reveal a celebratory setup of snacks and drinks; mimosas for Jehst and beer for Cort. There are “Congratulations!” banners and a ton of orange and black balloons floating around the room.
Jehst: Well... I asked for red, white and blue but it is what it is…
Cort: Maybe they had an overflow of Halloween stock? In any case...thanks, Jehst.
Justin pats him on the shoulder and ushers him in towards the beverages. Cort picks up a beer can and cracks it open, while Jehst lifts a mimosa glass.
Jehst: To your Pride Championship win! And a long reign!
Cort: Unless I get killed by KD, but I’ll drink to that!
The HUSA pair clink their vessels and take a long sip of their drinks.
Jehst: So...what are you gonna do with all that money you took, anyway?
Cort lets out a small chuckle.
Cort: Well… I bought a Lambo...
Jehst: What?! --
Cort: But it just wasn’t my style. I’m stickin’ with the Firebird. I put most of it away, gave some to my mom… there’s still a lot left. I was thinkin’ of creating some kind of charity. You know, the Cort Marshall Centre for Kids Who Don’t Read Good. Working title.
Jehst: Well… I’m proud o’ you, pal. It’s good to have you back.
Cort: And hey, now we’re twins!
Cort rubs his hand playfully over Jehst’s bald head.
Jehst: I’m still not used to it…
Cort: Trust me, neither was I. Think of it this way--training wheels for male pattern baldness. At least now we can focus on Tag Team gold again, eh?
Jehst: Corty-Two-Straps?
Cort: Well… no, that sounds like I’m beatin’ two kids at the same time… I’ll just say I hold two championships.
Justin smiles and nods.
Jehst: Well, after we’re done eatin’ and drinkin’ to celebrate, we can work on a plan to take down that beast, KD.
Cort: Part one on the plan was “don’t make him angry,” but I think the piledriver made him angry. Oh well.
Marshall glides over to the snack table.
Cort: Oooooh! You got the fancy ones!
Jehst: C’mon, it’s me, of course I did, haha.
As the tag team enjoy the food and beverages, the scene fades out.
JORDAN TRANCE vs. THE MANTIS
We join Stacy Clark in a small dimly lit room opposite of UAE’s Maxx Edwards as they sit on a pair of metal folding chairs with a camera between them. Stacy organizes her cue cards and begins talking to the rolling camera.
Clark: Good evening! Tonight, I have the pleasure of interviewing OCW wrestler and actor, Maxx Edwards. How are you tonight Maxx?
Maxx: Critically acclaimed actor, but I am happy to be here.
Clark rolls her eyes as she switches to another card.
Clark: Right, in the past couple of weeks you seem to have gotten into altercations with fellow OCW wrestler Aisu, culminating into an attack on Aisu at Chill Faktor. Care to comment?
Maxx: That was great, I had the video of me on set of my brand new movie.
Clark leans in to try and get an elaboration out of Maxx but is only met with a blank stare.
Clark: That’s right, and afterwards you attacked Aisu with a poster.
Maxx: Correct. That is what happened.
Clark: Do you have anything to say on why you attacked him?
Maxx: Did you not hear who I attacked, who cares? Are you not going to ask me about my new movie?
Clark: With all due respect, I did not sign up to interview an actor. I came to OCW long before you with the intention of interviewing WRESTLERS.
Maxx is taken aback from the interviewers outburst.
Clark: Now, since you leave me know choice I’ll be right back.
Clark gets up and heads towards the door as Maxx leans back in his chair and sighs.
Maxx: amateurs.
Clark opens the door and greets a man whom she lets into the room.
Maxx recognizes the man as Aisu who approaches Maxx with a steel chair in hand causing Maxx to get out of his seat and assume a defensive stance.
Aisu puts his hand up to signal peace as he unfolds the chair placing it on the ground before sitting on it
Clark and Aisu both gesture to the seat Maxx just left to which he sits down, albeit with caution.
Clark: Now I will ask this question one last time and though you do not have to answer, you may NOT dodge the question. Maxx Edwards, what do you think of the man seated before us?
Maxx looks at Aisu and takes a second before answering
Maxx: What do I think of Aisu?
Maxx: I think Aisu is a very jealous man. He has probably been so all of his life. I think he was jealous of El Parca before and after he got beat by and he was jealous of Archer for being able to take his precious championship away from him. Now, he’s jealous of the latest man to see the spotlight-yours truly. Why else, Stacy, would he return at the end of MY match?
Aisu: Think whatever you want Edwards. I did not forget what you did at Chill Faktor. And I am going to fight you, in the proper way, not assaulting you wherever I find you.
Maxx: Don’t think that is gonna happen as just like the two aforementioned men, you can’t beat me. Why put yourself through the hassle of showing the world you’re nothing more than teacher?
Aisu: I am going to break you. Show you the real Art of Wrestling. I am going to paint a beautiful picture on the canvas. No more movies after this. This is not a clown show. This is our lives. And you are making a mockery out of it. I’ll show you how good I am at teaching.
Maxx: I don’t need to hear any of this. Stacy, thank you for having me on your trash show. I am leaving.
Maxx walks to the door and opens it only to find the large body of his familiar foe Wrex, who is still banged up from his challenge for the CCW Title.
Wrex: Got you now boy.
Maxx slowly backs away from the door and returns to his seat.
Maxx: Guess, I am not.
Aisu smirks from his chair as Wrex enters the room, leaning against the one door out.
Maxx: So this is how it’s gonna be? 2 against 1?
Wrex: How this is gonna be is me kicking the ever loving shit out of that pretty little face. If the arm fetishist wants his turn he can wait in line. All offense.
Aisu: None taken, Mr. Austin Lee.
Maxx: So who am I fighting and should me and Stacy leave you two alone?
Wrex: She’s free to leave whenever she wants. You ain’t so lucky. See I’m not like Aisu here. He can be all happy to wait for some official match. Me? I like instant gratification.
Maxx stands up and goes chest-to-chest with Wrex.
Maxx: Noone ever taught you the basics of CTE?
Wrex: Remind me who stomped on who’s head boy.
Maxx: And who caught a knee to the chin?
Aisu: I think you are misunderstanding the situation Wrex. Since Mr. Edwards loves to show off in front of the world, it would be terrible not to show them how it is done. Wouldn't you agree?
Aisu: And well, why can't we both have the first crack? It sounds like fun to me.
Maxx: Yeah what he said. Waaait a minute…
Wrex tilts his head, looking past Maxx to Aisu and looks him up and down. With a sigh he returns to Maxx.
Wrex: I don’t know you Aisu, Ill probably like you even less. But if this is the quickest way to embarrass this failure of an actor. I’ll play along.. just this once. What do you say, movie star. Me and the anorexic versus you and one of Archers rent boys?
Maxx hesitates to answer as the camera turns black on the scene.
