We cut backstage, to a closeup of a bandaged arm. The shot zooms out ‘till we can see Cort Marshall standing there, tag team partner Justin Jehst at his side. Cort’s left arm is taped from shoulder to wrist, and he gingerly flexes it while speaking.
Cort: …You know, this reminds me of something.
Cort: Yeah, a long time ago, an ex-partner of mine did pretty much the same thing. Tried to take me out cause he was afraid of fighting me, or cause he didn’t wanna bother. Either or… big mistake. He paid for it.
Cort raises his good arm, balling his hand into a fist and brandishing it at the camera.
Cort: And so will you. Little bit of convincing and the Doc says I’m good to go as long as I don’t try and lift too much. Well, you might be 200-somethin’ pounds and , but it’s all hot air to me baby!
Cort: Call me a backyard mechanic, call me the wrong name, call me dusty, musty, rusty, and whatever the hell else you can think of, that just makes me mad. And boy, you ain’t gonna LIKE me when I’m mad. You’re a 15 year old kid who just got caught usin his mom’s credit card to go to FartFist Dot Com, and I’m the shoe leaving her hand at mach seventeen to whup him! Tell ‘em, Jehst!
Justin smiles and steps forward, gesturing towards the camera.
Jehst: That's right, Cort! Dane, you're just a low-life piece o' scum parading around in glittery jewels acting that's gonna hide your crappy personality from the world!
Jehst: And we saw just what kind of game you're playing when you used your $2 Walmart Marisa Welch to distract me and ambush me and my best friend here! But, uh-uh! We're not gonna take it!
Jehst: Cort may have an injured arm, but he's got the wrestling mind to use everything in his arsenal to take you straight to the trash pile where you belong! And THAT's a Hollywood guarantee!
Jehst does his patented double bicep pose for the camera, and we fade out.
THE LEARNING TREE!
DANNY WATTS vs. NATE ORTIZ
Inside a narrow corridor, we see Lotus FloJo sitting around watching anime on her smartphone.
Stacy: Umm, excuse me, FloJo, Hiiii!
FloJo perks up
FloJo: Hi Stacy, can I help you?
Stacy: Welllll, I wanted to ask you some questions. Is that ok?
FloJo: Sure. Go right ahead.
Stacy: Tonight for the first time in OCW history, we will see the first women's singles Main Event at a Pay-per-view. What do you think?
FloJo pauses for a moment and lets out a big sigh
FloJo: Does it matter what I think? I--I'm gonna be honest. I don’t care anymore. Everyone’s talking about Terra dumbass and fat empty. Me? I’m fine where I am...I guess. I don’t know. Nothing matters to me…
FloJo: As far as the Main Event goes, it’s just another match to me. Good for them, I guess… Heck, If Emp loses, she'll just go back to bullshitting with P3. I hate her and her simps. As for Terra? Tuh! She can suck it, bro. She’s been all over the place…Sit down somewhere.
FloJo: All I wanna do right now is watch anime and compete when I’m asked to compete until the season’s over.
Stacy: Hm. Well, okay FloJo, I can’t blame you for how you feel… It has been a tumultuous few months for you. I think all of your fans are still waiting for that next big Lotus FloJo moment. There’s a lot of buzz about Summercide next month… Can fans expect to see you there?
FloJo: Eh...Fug it. They’ll be waiting for a long time then. Because I’ve got nothing for them.
Stacy: FloJo I’m a little disappointed in you.
FloJo: Hey that’s how it be sometimes. Now, shoo, this is my favorite part.
The camera fades as FloJo continues watching anime.