Grunting and the sound of weights clanking together can be heard inside a workout area. The sounds cease when a bench bar clicks back onto the stationary position.
Panning over to the bench, we see Quartz sit up. He is dressed in an unusual attire, sweating through his black tank top and forest green camouflage cargo pants.
His face is one of intensity, sweat dripping down his face as he breathes heavily.
Quartz stands up and walks over to a bottle, spraying his own head with water. He removes a green bandana from his head. His hair has lost it’s usual spiked look. It now sits in an unkempt fashion.
A clipboard with several notes and columns sits on the bench next to him. As he picks it up, he checks something off of a list and throws it back onto the bench. A door opens up in the background.
Cohle: What the heck are you doing in here?... and what’s with the getup?
Quartz: Rustin Spencer Cohle. I appreciate you seeking me out, partner.
Quartz grins as he walks over to his tag team partner. Cohle, obviously taken aback by this new demeanor, is noticeably cautious. He turns his head around, seemingly looking for some evidence of a dream or prank.
Cohle: You.. trying to enter the Marines or something ?
Cohle Never saw you workout like this.. Come on what’s the catch ? Oh I see, is this about that joke the other day, when I told you could eat 2 TranceBurgers from McJakub with that belly of yours ? That’s what it’s all about ?
Cohle looking for Quartz to fire back at him like he always does, but his expression stays the same.
Quartz: I don’t know what you mean. I’m preparing for our meeting with the targets. Shepard and Marshall.
Quartz steps forward, looking more tone than before.
Cohle: Hold on, hold on boy. I told you that was just a joke, you don’t need to be that serious.
Cohle takes a long look at Quartz.
Cohle: You look.. Different. I got it ! Did you change that haircut ? That must be it.
Quartz: Rustin, things in life change every day. You must be prepared for that. You have to be prepared for tonight, as well. Let me ask; Are you?
Cohle: Huh.. Yeah, I mean.. Yeah of course I am ! Who do you think I am ?!
Quartz steps in and places his hand on Cohle’s shoulder, throwing a towel over his own shoulder.
Quartz: Level with me. We have a mission tonight. It’s a part of a more complete, grand scheme. The coup de grâce comes later… sure, but tonight… We need to initiate phase 1. Do you understand?
Cohle steps back in confusion at Quartz’ questioning. He places his hand on his chin, his eyes fixing the ground, thinking about something. He is mumbling to himself.
Cohle: “Phase 1... A Mission... Targets... The attire... Wait !”
Cohle suddenly get his head up like he found the solution.
Cohle: I got you man! Damn I never thought I would say this, but you are pretty clever! That whole thing here, I love it! I know what you’re playing, and I waited so long for this.
Cohle:
I got a gear especially made for that occasion, I never thought I could wear it, that’s awesome! But don’t be jealous when you see it my friend !
He takes a military pose, doing the famous salute.
Cohle: Or should I say “Big Boss” ?!
He winks at Quartz with a big ol’ smile. Then turns around and leaves full of happiness, excited as a kid going to Disneyland for the first time. Quartz stands inside the room
with a puzzled look on his face.
Quartz: Rustin. Your drive and excitement are inspirational. Phase 1 has officially commenced. Tonight will serve as a precursor of things to come.
Quartz slams his fist into his hand as the camera fades to black.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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Quartz is ready...READY TO GO TO WAR!!! |
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....Couldn't help yourself could you? |
THOMAS ARCHER vs MALU*
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What a comeback! |
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KABLAMO! |
Scene opens to Cyborg coming thru the secret entrance to the arena that only superstars are allowed to come in.
Jim Black is seen pacing back and forth waiting for someone to arrive. He looks up and sees Cyborg walking in carrying nothing but a gym bag and a black baseball bat all in one hand.
Jim: Tyson….TYSON wait!
Cyborg stops walking and turns his head slowly towards Jim Black. Jim Black eyes turn big like the ones you seen on Looney Tunes.
Jim: Um-Uhhhh….Please?
Cyborg: Careful how you approach me, Black? I’m not in the best mood.
Jim: Be as though as you may be in a bad mood; please don’t be so harsh towards me. You wouldn’t want to be suspended again.
Cyborg turns his whole body towards Jim Black and takes one step towards him. Jim cowards a little by ducking his head into his chin as far as he can.
Cyborg: You think I care about a suspension?
Tyson smiles and turns around. He whistles at a cargo van that’s parked out in the private driveway. An unknown man dressed in all black rolls down his window.
The unknown man gives Tyson a “What’s up?” head nod.
Cyborg: Release “The Babies”.
Jim Black doesn’t know what’s going on at all.
Jim: “The Babies”? Who’s that?
Tyson’s only motion was that he cut his eyes towards Black then looks back towards the van.
The unknown man taps the side of his door. The side door to the cargo van slides open. Another unknown man is struggling to hold Tyson’s American Bullies King and Kong by their leash.
They’re panting, drooling and growling all at the same time waiting for Daddy’s signal.
Jim: Tyson? What’s going on? What are you doing?
Cyborg: King...Kong...EAT ‘EM!!!
The unknown man releases The Bullies and they bullrush Jim Black away from their Daddy.
Jim Black is clearly out of shape and is met with two dogs locking each of Jim’s ankles. They growl and try to tear away Jim’s pants by snapping their huge heads from left to right.
Jim: TYSON...CALL THEM OFF! AAAARRRGHHHH!!!
Cyborg just walks off camera leaving Jim Black with his fate.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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YIKES! |
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CHILL |