The roar of the jam packed Devils Night crowd can be heard backstage as Jim Black stands ready with a cameraman for any backstage interviews. He hears a commotion and someone yelling what seems to be a name but it cannot be made out through the sounds of metal chairs and trash cans flying around .
Jim goes towards the sounds and finally realizes its rookie Joshua Tucker, thinking he might be able to talk to him, Jim approaches Tucker.
Jim Can I get just a moment of your time?
Tucker stops and looks Jim straight in the eyes
Tucker- ANY other time I would say YES! But right now is NOT the time slim Jim. . Im looking for Maxx Edwards and when I find him, we are going to settle this once and for all.
Tucker- Have YOU seen him!?
Jims with wide eyes, shakes his head no.Tucker storms off, and Jim sends the cameraman after him to follow and document for the OCW universe..
Tucker slams another trash can into the wall, frustrated. The can rolls to a stop of a mangled black boot near a small table. The camera pans up to see Rust Cohle standing over Joshua Tucker with a mouthful of pastry.
Tucker- You! Have YOU seen Maxx Edwards!?
Rust Cohle looks left, then right, almost as if he is confused that Joshua Tucker is speaking to him. He continues chewing and rolls his eyes upwards inquisitively, almost as if he is thinking.
Tucker- HEY! I-
Rust holds his hand up, cutting off Tucker as he finishes his pastry. He gulps it down with an exaggerated Ahhhhh before responding. He readjusts his Undisputed Tag Team Title on his shoulder
Rust- ...Who? Camarade, have you heard of this guy?
Tucker spins around to see a swollen, brooding Quartz standing behind him, stroking his beard.
Quartz smirks and shakes his head in disapproval.
Quartz walks around Tucker and pats his partner on the shoulder before lifting another pastry off the table
Tuckers stares at the titles for a moment then back up at CQC before he turns and walks away to continue to look for Maxx.
Tucker- MAXX!!! I know you are here why dont you come out and face me!!!
Tucker yells as he looks behind storage crates and doors and in every place he can think of. He finally ends up back in the locker room. He searches and searches and still no Maxx Edwards.
As he goes to leave the locker room he notices a mirror on the wall. He stops and stares into the mirror at himself with his new short hair cut and takes a deep breath.
He looks down at the floor then raises his hands and stares at them for a moment before looking back at himself in the mirror. He grins and yells LET'S GO then punches and shatters it. He stares at his reflection in the glass on the floor as the blood from his hand drips down and the scene fades out!
The scene opens in a quiet neighborhood in Durham NC. We see a familiar face killing time the park. Lotus FloJo is seen swinging on the swing set in the cool Carolina air.
With enough momentum, FloJo jumps of the swings landing in a pile of leaves. She brushes herself off and looks at the camera and gives an awkward smile.
FloJo: *ahem* Hello OCW, my name is Florence Jolyne Hendricks better known as “Lotus FloJo.
FloJo: I know you've been wondering where have I been. Where is FloJo?! Where?
FloJo: After another loss, this time against Heather, I said screw this and went home. I know a lot of people wanted to see me since it was “Hot girl summer” and y’all wanted to see my body at the beach, but nahhhh.
FloJo: You see, I'm in a very dark place right now ...I've been very unhappy for a long time. I sat at home to reassess the situation that I’m in right now.
FloJo sit’s down on the bench with her cheek resting on her fist, legs crossed.
FloJo: When season fourteen started, I thought this was gonna be my year, b.
FloJo: As the months went by, I felt frustrated by the fact that I’m being forgotten. Erased from the hearts and minds of my friends. Even my--nevermind
FloJo: No matter how many times I’ve reached out to him, he never listens…
FloJo: with every setback, I’m deemed a loser…
FloJo stands up placing her hands together…and turns her back facing away from the camera and takes a deep breath.
FloJo: You know, when I got my first title opportunity, I was happier than I’ve ever been. But some people felt I didn’t belong there.
FloJo: “She’s just a weakling” , “The champ deserves some real competition.”
FloJo: We all gotta crawl before we walk, right?
FloJo: “B-But FloJo it’s okay, we’ll get’em next time.” Nah son, that ain’t how it works.
FloJo: Every faction I’ve been in, died. Otakru, B-Community, and Lolipop Chainsaw went bye-bye. Well, maybe it was a good thing that Otakru is dead?
FloJo: Now, let’s see what we got, what’s happening right now in the women’s division. You know, one of the main reasons you tune into Turmoil.
FloJo paces back and forth gathering her thoughts.
FloJo: My friend Valkyrie, as you know, won the women’s championship at Lution, Great. Now, she’s a part of Kasstanity. Too bad she won’t be fighting whatever flavor of the month.
FloJo: Ashley Moore is our FI holder but seems to have forgotten that. And Apparently has turned a new leaf and wants to “save Valk?!. How can you be her friend, when there’s a chance you could stab her right in the back.
FloJo: Won’t be long before we see you with those high heels again…
FloJo: The Troupe? Who cares..
FloJo: So what about little ol’e FloJo,? Well, all I know is that I'm still here... still pushing... ready to crawl, claw, walk, or climb my way to the top... with or without y'all... however long it takes.
FloJo:...By any means necessary.
Suddenly a strong gust of air hits FloJo, creating a vortex of leaves around her. FloJo let’s out a scream that could be heard throughout the neighborhood…
FloJo: Hahahahehehaa--*cough* *Cough* Damn.
FloJo: Remember that time I jumped off a ladder to get a title match with then Women’s champ; Dragona? Yeah, let’s do more of that...You kick my ass, I’ll kick yours. Getting pile driven through a table suicide dives, Elbow drops you name it.
FloJo: I want all the smoke.
FloJo: See you Space Cowboys.
Another strong gust hits the area. Strong enough to knock over the cameraman. As soon as the cameraman readjusts his lens, FloJo is gone without a trace.
We suddenly cut to backstage, where Jim Black is being accosted in a hallway. Cort Marshall is impatiently staring at the camera, fidgeting with his sunglasses.
Cort: We live?
Jim nods.
Black: We’re live!
Cort: Good. At least I know I’ve still got enough respect to drag a camera onto me for a scant few minutes between rookies triple-swantoning themselves neck first onto announce tables and jacked-up Halloween rejects committing crimes on live TV.
Cort:
So listen up, and listen up quick. You could call this a state of the union address, except, heh, I hate unions. This is my message to everybody watching, to general manager Tiberius Dupree, to Mr. Sensation… and ESPECIALLY to TY Sparks and B17.
He throws an angry finger straight at the camera, continuing to monologue.
Cort: I am getting my briefcase back. I don’t care how, and I don’t care who I gotta go through to get it. I thought B17 was out of the picture, but apparently, he’s returned from wherever “they” were holding him. Sob story, I’m sure. But I don’t care if B17 was kidnapped and tortured in a Canadian prison for some ungodly reason like Billy Saturn!
Cort: I don’t care if they sanded off his nipples because he stole a bottle of maple syrup! I don’t care if he was being chased down for a light snack by William Conrad’s hungry ghost! If he’s allowed out there against Uncrowned, he’s allowed to get his ass kicked by yours truly.
At this point, Jim is holding back laughter, but Cort isn’t sidetracked by his own bizarre analogies.
Cort: Let’s not forget, I won Rumblegrounds. As much as you all try and pretend that match never happened, I outlasted 30 men, gave Johnny Millionnaire so many Cortplexes pennies were flying out of his ears, and proved that I’m fully capable of hanging with the best here in OCW.
Cort: Legends of our time were tossed over the top rope… yet I remained. Hell, I beat your current Pride champion one on one--who, mind you, is just as vulnerable as the OCW Champion… as any other champion… when I retrieve what’s rightfully mine.
Cort looks to the left and right before continuing, stepping closer to the camera as he does.
Cort: Fact is, I’m right pissed off that the powers that be decided to give those two a tag team opportunity before they gave me an opportunity to even the score. I’m feeling a little disrespected here. I’m feeling like a businessman who’s been downgraded from first class in favour of some lady and her crying kid. I don’t care if he’s sick! Throw him out the window for all I care!
He mimes a basketball layup before turning back to the camera, quick as a wink.
Cort: I paid for my seat! I fought for my briefcase, and tonight, whether they want to sanction it or not… I am fighting for it again.
Cort stalks off camera as Jim Black looks unsure of whether to be laughing or scared.
Jim: Uh, something tells me that’s not all we’ll hear from him tonight!
