Voice 1: Jesus, Colin...
Voice 2: The metal plate's bent as all hell, how has Archer even managed that?
Colin: Guys, I'll be okay. I think.
The scene fades in to reveal Colin Locke hobbling along the backstage area, both of his shoulders being held up by members of the Locke & Key crew. The metal plate on his left kneepad is hanging off, and the right is far more scratched than it was before the match.
Colin: I won, I did it, moving on, my leg will be fine. Seriously, I promise.
As the three move along the hall, they come to a seating area, and as Colin sees the chairs, he taps his crew members on the shoulders, looking a bit guilty.
Colin: I'm just gonna go have a sit down. You guys rejoin the crew, you know I hate this slave labour sort of stuff.
Locke & Key Crew 1: If you're sure, man.
The two tentatively let go of Colin, who slowly half-hops-half-limps to the chair before letting himself fall onto the seat, landing in a seated position with a bump.
Colin: Ah, there we go. See you guys, I'm gonna have a seat, then maybe see if I can catch the rest of the show somewhere.
Colin slumps into the chair as his crew leave. After they're gone, Colin looks at the broken kneepad for a moment, unties it from his leg and holds it up, examining it closely.
Colin: He actually did it. Absolute madman.
He shakes his head in disbelief, looking over the bumps, ridges and cracks that had emerged from Archer's continued assault throughout the match. Colin takes a deep breath, and tries to lift himself up from the chair, but as soon as he puts weight on his injured leg, he winces, letting out a sharp breath before slumping back into the chair.
Colin: Shit. I've gotta get better protection, this can't happen again.
As he rubs his knee, Colin starts to look a bit concerned. The metal plate that was once hanging off the ruined kneepad falls off entirely, clattering to the floor and echoing as the camera zooms out, segueing to the next segment.
LAST MAN STANDING
RUST COHLE vs. IJITU QUARTZ
The camera cuts back from commercials to reveal the ring decked out in Hollywood and cinema decorations; two directors chairs, spools of film wrapped around the ropes, a modest lighting rig and more. The crowd are cheering and clapping.
Centre stage in the ring is Justin Jehst, donning a fine baby-blue suit and wielding a microphone. He pulls it towards his mouth to address all the Jehsticles in attendance and at home.
Jehst: Jehsticles from ALL AROUND THE WORLD - welcome to Justin Jehst's Charity Event right here at The Clash!
The fans pop off as he bows and waves.
Jehst: Tonight will be a special night for someone, for I have gathered some of my own funds to help facilitate a scholarship for a promising young media student from right here in Chicago!
The crowd shows their approval, clapping and stomping their feet. Jehst rallies them on with some muscle poses.
Jehst: I wanted to show the OCW Universe that even though I've lost my hair, I never lost my Pay-It-Forward attitude!
Jehst: This lucky student has consistently high grades, has shown promise in film making and has won awards at short film festivals here in the US and overseas. Please welcome, this year's recipient of the "Justin Jehst Film Scholarship" - Danielle Turner!
As the camera cuts to the stage, it is not some generic instrumental for special guests that blares across the speakers, but “One Of A Twin" by Sunna.
OCW legend 'Mad' Michael Morrison makes his way out onto the ramp - seemingly amused by the addled reaction of the crowd. Jehst whips his head towards the ring staff and looks as if he's asking them what's going on before turning his attention back to MMM who now saunters down the ramp towards the ring apron.
Morrison: You’re absolutely right, Jehst...
Morrison enters the ring; never breaking eye contact or losing the amused grin.
Morrison: ...tonight WILL be a special night, but you can keep your scholarship -- Danielle will not be joining us tonight.
The grin on Morrison’s face is finally removed by the concern Jehst displays for Danielle.
Morrison: No-no. There’s no need for that, Jehst. I know it’s second nature for people like you to play a part when the cameras are rolling, but you don’t have to pretend with me.
Jehst: What are you talking about, Morrison? And where’s Danielle? I swear if you’ve hurt --
Morrison: -- I’m sure the academy is mailing your award as we speak. But for the sake of the audience, I assure you, Danielle is in no danger.
Morrison: Well, no real danger... which is more than I can say for you.
Jehst: These Hollywood muscles beg to differ *DOUBLE BICEP POSE*. Now start talking - what the hell are you doing out here ruining a great moment for a promising creative?
Noticeably frustrated, Morrison begins to roll his eyes -- shutting them before they can roll out of their sockets, but only for a moment.
Morrison: You disappoint me, Jehst. You seemed like such a sharp guy, but maybe some visual aids will help jog that memory of yours.
No longer looking at Jehst, he motions for someone to “roll the tape” and slowly turns towards the Tron as the lights start to dim. The arena reaches the brink of total darkness when images randomly appear on the tron.
Morrison: If a picture is worth a thousand words, then you have a lot of explaining to do.
The images appear to be taken from various movies, starring none other than Justin Jehst, himself. Stuck in a loop of increasing speed, the one commonality within each splice of footage becomes more apparent as we zoom in, closer and closer. The loop comes to a halt as the unmistakable logo fills the entire screen like the Eye of Sauron peering down at Middle Earth.
The lights fill the arena once again, but Morrison is no longer in the ring; however, his voice still echoes, like a shared conscious thought, booming through the speakers.
Morrison: Even if that means dragging you through the dirt.
Jehst looks around, concerned and confused, looking for the mad man, but to no avail. He then looks back at the X-Tron, puzzled and angry. The camera then cuts to the next segment.
LOSER LEAVES TOWN
PAUL PUGH vs. NATE ORTIZ