SUDDEN DEATH ROUND 3
IJITU QUARTZ vs. H20
Brian Feinstein can miraculously be seen standing in front of his office windows looking out at the view. Feinstein, knowing the King of OCW match between Thomas Archer and Antonio Everrett is underway, cracks a bottle of “A Tad Portion of the Sparkly” as his phone, pager, and email start going off like he has won the lotto.
Feinstein: Ah good, we can now rejoice in Mr. Archer’s vic- wait.. HE LOST!? OH MY GOD. OH MY SWEET BABY LORD JESUS GOD ALMIGHTY LORD. PLEASE NO BE A JOKE!
Feinstein starts pouring sweat down every orifice his body has as small scaredy farts can be heard.
A Boom video call can be heard going off on his computer. Feinstein, terrified does not go near the computer but somehow the call is accepted and a different voice can be heard.
???: Mr. Feinstein…
Feinstein peaks over the top of his computer to notice a beautiful white desk. Behind the desk is a white leather chair with a golden frame with a crown melted into the frame. The chair is turned away from the camera, not revealing the person sitting in said chair.
???: Oh Mr. Feinstein...
Feinstein begins whispering under his breath.
Feinstein: Oh god. Oh my sweet god.
Feinstein finally replies to his summons.
Feinstein: Ye-ye-yes-s sir? How.. how can I be of service for you sir?
???: I thought we had the situation under control, Mr. Feinstein. Tell me. Why did our man lose, tonight? Why is Thomas Archer on his way out of the arena, instead of on his way to being crowned King of OCW? Can you tell me this?
Feinstein: Well sir, I-i thought we had the situation under control.. But, that Antonio Everrett.. He was just too unpredictable sir.. I thought Mr. Archer would have it under control but.. It appears not to be the case sir…
???: That’s not what I want to hear from you, Mr. Feinstein. What I WANT to hear, is how you intend to FIX this atrocity. Mr. Archer is our partner and a dear, dear friend. We make money together, and we lose money together, and I f***ing HATE losing money, Brian. Do I need to take matters into my own hands, Brian? Does UAE even need you, Brian? What’s the use of a world renown lawyer who can’t even get his f***ing job done?!
Feinstein: NO! NO! You do NOT need to take matters into your own hands sir! It was a lapse in judgement and I am terribly sorry for such a mistake. BUT! Mr. Archer lost to Antonio who is not that important to us in the grand scheme of things sir. Mr. Archer STILL has his Pride Championship, AND Mr. Archer STILL holds a victory over OCW World Champion Rust Cohle!
Feinstein finally sits in his chair as he is growing confidence.
Feinstein: In reality sir, this tournament was just a small investment, the grander, larger investment is the World Championship. Mr. Archer has proven he can BEAT Rust Cohle and quite definitively if I might say so myself. Whereas we also are acquiring the assets you and Mr. Archer handpicked sir quite successfully might I add. So while emotions are high tonight and I’m sure Archer will be as well this loss is just a small smudge on our overall plans. Sir.
The man only known as the employer, leans back in his chair and stretches out his arms.
???: Brian, what did I just say to you? You fat, rambling sycophant. I HATE LOSING MONEY. I don’t care if it’s a coin on the ground--
Feinstein interrupts his employer.
Feinstein: Did I mention I also bet a shit ton of money on B17 to beat El Parca so we actually EARNED money tonight? Pretty sure after all is said and done we would have profited $250,000. Sir.
The employer relaxes his breathing and calms down at the promise of more money.
Employer: Okay. Okay, Brian. I’ll let you off the hook this once. Mr. Archer losing IS a small setback, and as much as I hate to see that money go to waste; El Parca losing netting us more money is quite an accomplishment. I knew I hired you for a reason, Brian. Keep me posted on the rest of the tournament. I desire to know everything.
Feinstein: Yes, sir! Obviously, you have nothing more to worr--
The employer, just as the assistant Mr Ahmad, hangs up the call abruptly, not letting Feinstein get in another word.
Feinstein: Holy mother of pearl that was the closest to death I think I’ve ever been.
Brian leans back into his chair which can be heard screaming as the cameras fade to black.
THE CAMERA PANS TO THE BACK!
SUDDEN DEATH ROUND 4
RUST COHLE* vs. DOC*