Rust Cohle and Quartz stand in a back hallway, minutes before their match. Cohle is hopping up and down and admiring his appearance.
Cohle: So…? I told you you were going to be jealous! I am the master of disguise!
Rust Cohle stands in view with a heavily padded chest piece. Multiple pockets hang from the chest piece. The focus pans upward to Cohle who has a cheap-looking pair of night vision goggles perched on his forehead.
Rust pulls down a black facecover, which was covering his mouth and neck.
Cohle: Hey! Are you even listening ? Say something, I don’t know.
Quartz: Only minutes left, Rustin.
Cohle: Seriously ? And why are you calling me Rustin ? That should be something private you know that.
Quartz ignores the reaction from Cohle and lifts his head, staring up at the dim lighting. His face is stone, no movements or sudden expressions.
Cohle: Oh gosh. You need to go to the bathroom or something ? Leave some pressure there.
Quartz: Hey, listen…
Quartz head shoots to the side, looking back over his shoulder… Rust Cohle looks in the same direction frantically. Looking around in all directions and seeing nothing.
Cohle: What are you looking for ? there are only boxes here.. Man you creepy sometimes, you know that right ?
Cohle turns back around to Quartz as Quartz turns to face him as well. His fists clinch tightly as he stares a hole through his tag team partner.
Quartz: I’m not sure what reason you have for being here.
Cohle: What?! Now, you get me all worked up to get my gear and you want me to leave? That secret agent thing is too much or what ?
???: How the hell did you know I was in here!?
Rust Cohle leaps back and throws his head around to see a box… a man-sized box with eyeholes cut in and a poster of a potted tree on it.
Cohle: OMG A SPEAKING BOX!!! Quartz, what’s in the box ? What’s in the booox man ? Wait.. Jackman is that you ?
Rust Cohle, looking creeped out at the moment, takes a few steps back, almost hiding behind Quartz.
The box unfolds to reveal none other than Cort Marshall!
Cort: No, I got in the box by choice. I was on a sneaking mission… a virtuous mission… to gather intel. But somehow Quartzy Poo over here found me out!
Cort points at Quartz accusingly.
Cort: Hey, what happened to your glasses? And is that my old wife beater? We doing some kind of cosplay thing here?
Cort gasps.
Cort: Don’t tell me… you’re one of those… WHEE-AH-BOOS!?
Quartz: I can only hope that you and your friend have properly prepared for this encounter.
Cort: Prepared? We’re more prepared than French’s Mustard, buddy! You may be called CQC, but do you even know the basics? Have you ever fed on a tree frog? Do you know that snakes taste like chicken!?
Quartz: If this is your attempt at mental warfare, I can assure you that Cohle and I aren’t fragile enough to be…
Quartz stops as he looks behind him to see Cohle looking up and over Quartz shoulder as he speaks. He slowly turns back around.
Quartz: ...affected.
Cort: Uh-huuuh. I think that might be because the both of you are already affected. In the head. If you’re catching what I’m throwing.
Cohle: Says the guy who thought a man-sized box constitutes good stealth. See, look at me. I can see in the dark! What have you got?
Cort: Well I distracted a very very stupid employee by leaving an open hustler from august of 2005 at his feet.
Cohle: Your personal collection?
Cort taps his head.
Cort: Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.
Quartz steps forward between the conversation directly into Cort’s face. He faces him up, his typical obnoxious demeanor has been replaced with one of intense seriousness. Cort Marshall seems surprised, but does not back down.
Quartz: I think it would be in your best interest to walk away.
Silence fills the previously boisterous back area.
Quartz: I would hate to end your night prematurely before we can make it official in the ring. I wouldn’t test what you perceive as luck, tonight. You should know this, Sgt. There is no such thing as luck on the battlefield.
The crowd pops as both men are face to face, the tension in the air more sharp than ever before between the two rivals. Cort Marshall’s previously held smirk disappears, now mirroring Quartz’ look of determination.
Cort: I dumped luck, but maxed charisma and intelligence, brother. End of the day you’re gonna find out why the patriots always come out on top…
Cort gestures at Quartz and Cole while he moonwalks out of the hallway area.
Quartz stares in Cort’s direction as he moonwalks out of view. Rust Cohle walks up behind Quartz after the encounter.
Cohle: I really hate that guy! He’s going to be sure to wish he never messed with CQC, right Quartzy?
Quartz turns his head slightly, to look back at his tag partner.
Quartz: None of us can be sure of anything, Rustin.
Quartz: In a world filled with and dictated by relativity and deception… The only thing we can believe in, with absolute certainty, is the mission.
Quartz: The mission right now is to eliminate the targets from contention.
Quartz turns to face Rust Cohle and places his hand on his shoulder.
Quartz: They’re not in the right mindset. I can tell that from simple observation… Marshall has a will to win. I can also observe that.
Quartz: It’s not our mission to crush their will. We need to respect the will of others… We just need to believe in our own even more.
Rust Cohle stands at odds, mouth slightly ajar, unsure what he just heard. Before he can find the words to respond, Quartz walks by him and through a curtain, out of camera view.
Cohle stands confused, his eyes moving around the room, seemingly in thought. He shakes his head and follows after his partner, looking for more answers.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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I have nothing! |
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Join the club! |
OCW Tag Team #1 Contendership
C.Q.C vs A.W.O.L
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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WHAT!!! |
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HOW!! OH MY GOD! |
The camera pans to Sensational Spider against a purple background. He gives the screen a nasty look.
Spider: Perception is Reality
Spider: When I look at this roster, I always see the same few guys at the top of the card.
Spider: And I see people complain about it all the time.
Spider: So what are you doing about it?
Spider: “But Spider I’m on a three match winning streak”
Spider: No you’re not.
Spider: “What do you mean, check the cards”
Spider: That's not my job, I don’t know you’ve won your last three matches, so you haven’t won your last three matches.
Spider: Every opportunity you have a live camera, a live mic, hell a live body in front of you, you have an opportunity to alter perception.
Spider: Perception is Reality.
Spider: This has been a Sensational Service Announcement.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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That's not how it works! |
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YES!!!.YES IT IS! |