Grainy film footage begins playing. The scratching and shrieking of old tape footage tears through the video. The sound of two commentators begin to putter in.
Voice: PGW has arrived in the greater Philadelphia area and we are ready to put the PGW world championship on the line! I am Shock Johnson with my friend Mikey Z.
Mikey Z: That's right, Shock! The ti-mE ZZri Fro come!
The tearing of the tape footage obscures the lines of the commentators.
Mikey Z: ...wToo time Philadelphia Grand Wrestling shHam-oion b fsa !!!
Shock: He is The Black fEE--fkais once and for all!
As the video once again becomes clear, several curtains are set up about 10 feet high. The lights in the small 'arena' area are dim... The video is nearly pitch black. As the curtains flip open, a masked figure emerges, struggling through the old grainy footage. Video tearing continues, but the figure comes into full focus several seconds after.
Mikey Z: That's him!
A full black mask covers the face of the competitor, with long blue hair running down to the shoulders of the masked wrestler. He holds a crummy looking championship belt around his waist.
The video crackles and tears again, jumping to the same masked wrestler holding the title belt inside the small, dark wrestling ring. As he raises it, it clicks forward again, with lines running up the screen.
Shock: bEAll Phchnix with no regard for his opponent. It has gotnfjkd fasapressnal! -- ajN
The masked figure is suddenly revealed holding his title belt ring side, leaning over the rail to kiss a woman. As he leans back out, the woman is shown standing next to a young boy, who reaches his arms out towards the masked champion.
Without notice, the video cuts to static for 1 second, before snapping back to a crystal clear HD video... this time of a dead-faced... emotionless looking Ijitu Quartz reaching his arms out.
Although his body is totally filled with the same emotion that the boy showed in the grainy footage, his face is completely dull and motionless.
The masked wrestler, whose body seems to have been lifted from the video itself, holds the same blur and grainy texture. He reaches down and embraces Ijitu Quartz in a large hug, obscuring the OCW Tag Team champion in the process.
As he pulls his hug back... Quartz has transformed into the boy. Although he's clearly turned back into the young boy from the video, his face still lacks emotion and his eyes are still dead. He sits down, although there is no chair. He seems to be sitting in a chair based on his body's position, but there is no chair present.
The camera begins to very slowly zoom into his face as the rest of the people in the scene... the rest of the people in the arena... begin to fade out of existence.
Quartz eyes zip back and forth, observing the surroundings fade into nothingness... but his expression does not change, almost as if he was expecting this.
As the woman who kissed the masked wrestler leans in to him, perhaps trying to whisper a message to him, the entire scene around the masked wrestler, the woman, and Quartz... have disappeared. The entire scene is pitch black.
Woman: Are you ready to watch daddy? He's going to win this one for us!
As the word 'us' sounds... the woman fades out and 'us' continues to echo over and over throughout the video. Quartz closes his eyes slowly... 'us' radiates louder and louder as Quartz once again transforms into his present self.
'us'
'us'
'us'
'us'
'us'
'us'
'us'
Quartz opens his eyes as he sits alone in the black. He stands from the "chair" he was sitting in and exhales deeply.
Quartz: 'us' was a rouse, Isaiah. It was never about you.
Quartz: He had no interest in loving you. She never had a chance.
Quartz: If they cared... They would have tried harder. He would have done better for you and your mother. Her sickness wouldn't have been used as an excuse.
Quartz voice begins to carry louder and louder as he speaks into the void... what we now know to be the 'mind of Quartz'.
Quartz: ...but 'us' is real now. I know you're still in here. I know you're listening. Goodie goodie Inness tried to be a super hero--
As Quartz mentions Inness, the personality we know as Inness Quartz fades in behind him... Arms crossed. He is sporting his red hair streak, splotchy beard and white camouflage pants.
Quartz: Intell thinks he's smarter than you. They don't give a damn about you at all... but you're used to that.
As Quartz utters the name 'Intell', Intell Quartz also fades in behind him donning a black hair streak, black iris and long flowing jacket.
Quartz: Hahaha... and I know you two are back there behind me. I know you two have no faith in 'us'.
Quartz: But I'm all that Isaiah has now. You two morons failed him. Everyone else betrayed him. HE betrayed him.
Quartz: TTT will not betray him. Rust Cohle will not betray him. Ijitu will not betray him.
All 3 personalities of Quartz stand near one another inside the black abyss... Inness and Intell stand behind Ijitu, observing him and just listening. Ijitu Quartz eyes begin to tear up slightly as he finishes his sentence.
The entire area snaps back to reality. Quartz stands alone, tears still filling his eyes. He stands by himself in a dark Devil's Night locker room area, chanting and murmuring to himself in an all-too-familiar scene.
He shakes his head, wavering any tears that remained and laughs heartily before throwing on his PRISTINE SUNGLASSES and tapping his tag team championship proudly. The scene fades to black.
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Creep! |
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Mental Health is a Serious issue you asshole! |
The Xtron Flickers On!
We cut to backstage, where Cort is sitting in the impromptu onsite Doctor’s Office. The doctor is prodding at his right hand, and Cort periodically winces in pain.
Cort: How’s it look, doc?
The doctor shakes his head.
Doctor: Not good. We’ll have to wait for the x-ray, but it looks like at least a couple broken fingers. Maybe damage in the wrist too. You hit the ground pretty hard.
Cort: God damn. Just tried to break my fall...
Doctor: From that height, you’re lucky you didn’t land worse. Now I know you don’t want to hear this, but you should probably stay out of the ring until this is healed.
Cort: And how long will that be?
Doctor: At best, 4 weeks. At worst, much longer than that.
Cort stands up.
Cort: You know I can’t do that. I need to get back at him. There’s no way in hell I’m staying out that long!
The doctor, being used to this kind of reaction, remains calm.
Doctor: And there’s no way in hell you’re winning a fight with a broken wrist. I know it’s hard, but trust me. You’re going to risk permanent damage if you do anything stupid while your body is trying to heal.
Cort looks down at his hands and slumps back against the wall.
Cort: I really f***ed this up…
The doctor gives him a look of sympathy before heading offscreen as we fade out.
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Dammit! |
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This is what he gets! |
NO DISQUALIFCATION
HEATHER ANGELO vs VALKYRIE
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Recorded earlier today…
The camera fades in from commercial to once again find Terra Daturas manning her station. She seems exhausted from a long day of trying to help her brothers and sisters.
Terra: Hello!
Terra: Hi there.
Terra: Would you-- Oh, that’s okay.
As several people pass by without stopping to speak for her, she looks a little flustered and lowers the platter slightly.
She looks on the other side of the stand, to a now-revealed sign that says ”Free Healthy Alternatives<3”. As she walks over to it, dragging her long coat along behind her, she lifts the sign to observe it before someone approaches her and gets her attention.
???: Free, eh!?
Terra smiles hearing the words and throws her head around very excitedly. She looks at the face of the man, who runs his hand through his slick, greased back hair and rubs his chin in intrigue.
Dennis Dillinger: ....You ain’t never gonna make no money like that, little missy!
Telos: ...Why are we stopped here, Dennis? Let’s go.
Terra scampers over to her tray of samples and lifts one of them to hand to Dillinger. It is a sort of sandwich, with a doughy looking ‘bun’ and several vegan-friendly options for the insides. Dillinger jerks his head back, not liking what he sees at first…
Terra: It’s a super-tasty alternative to a classic! It contains no animal products, including cheeses or dairy. Trust me! I think you’ll love it. It’s one of my faves.
As Dillinger slowly takes the sandwich from Terra, she smiles and puts her hands together tight, shaking very slightly in enthusiasm. Dillinger takes a small bite and chews for a moment before making a disgusted face…
Dillinger: AUGH!
Dillinger stops chewing and suddenly spits the chewed up vegan sandwich directly in front of him. The camera flicks around to see the bits of chewed sandwich… which landed directly on Terra’s face and coat. She is stunned in silence and has her mouth agape in utter shock and sadness.
Dillinger: What in GOD’S NAME are you pushing here?! THIS IS AWFUL.
Dillinger throws the sandwich on the ground and stomps it with his foot.
Telos, noticing Dillinger has fallen behind, walks back to his manager angrily.
Dillinger: I’m coming, I’m coming. Sorry I even stopped. Get a life you freak hippy. OCW doesn’t want your crap!
Dillinger and Telos walk away as a stunned Terra is still standing with bits of chewed sandwich covering her and the ground nearby.
Tears slowly begin to fill her eyes as she ashamedly wipes the food off of her face and jacket before slowly picking up the remnants from the ground slowly.
She peaks up to see several onlookers staring awkwardly at her. She tries to hide her red face and wipes away the tears running down her face as the camera fades.
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WHAT AN ASSHOLE! |
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GET OUTTA HERE YOU HIPPY, GIT! |