The scene opens to Tobin Frost in a hospital bed in Buffalo, New York site of Riot 387. Anger is in his face as he struggles in the bed.
The camera pans back to reveal that his arms restrained, confining him to his bed.
He finally relaxes as an old man walks in and greets him. It’s Samuel Hudson, his childhood mentor who was last seen brutalized by Cody and The Blacklist.
Sam: Well look at what we have here… I thought my 74 year behind was supposed to be in one of those beds not you.
Tobin just shakes his head. Even though it pains him to speak he responds.
Tobin: I don’t need to be here. I should be at Riot this week but these doctors say I have some internal injuries that I could exacerbate. But they are wrong, a little gym time and I’ll be good to go.
Sam: So those straps around your arms are to make sure you don’t go do something stupid. I know you think you’re some Ironman or whatever you are calling yourself on the TV, but you are still human.
Sam:You are not invincible, you bleed and get hurt just like anyone else. Last week you had your head smashed on the hardest part of the ring, you were dropped on a chair, and crashed through a barricade. You don’t want to end up like me stuck in a dialysis chair 3 times a week because you think you’re superman.
Sam: Use this time to heal up, hell go visit Sean. You know that man is stuck in one of these beds too because of what you did to him. We know you’ll be back but who knows what’s planned for him.
Tobin: Sean doesn’t need my sympathy, and when he’s ready to come back he will. He knows what happened wasn’t personal. He would have done the same thing. But when he does we’ll shake hands like men.
At this moment a nurse sits Tobin’s dinner on a tray in front of him.
Nurse: Ok Mr. Frost we are going to trust you to eat without the need for those straps.
Sam: I’ll keep an eye on him.
The nurse exits leaving Tobin and Sam in the room.
Sam: I know what you’re thinking, at least give me your food before you go.
Tobin smirks.
Tobin: You can have the food but for once I'm going to listen to you old man. This fight has just begun.
The scene fades as Tobin hands the food to Sam.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Humble pie is sometimes the best.
You got ot fall down to get back up again!
We pan to a shot of Djesus sitting in a conference room at a large leather swiveling chair. He is reading out of a binder as Drago and Johnny Law enter the room.
JOHNNY LAW: I'm telling you man, this isn't a good idea. He's no-
DJESUS: HEY!
Drago and Johnny Law seem confused as Djesus points at Johnny Law.
DJESUS: Djesus wasn’t hired to give no image consulting out for free. They pay Djesus to image consult for Dragnet Kaiser and ONLY Drillbit Kissinger. So you can go hit the bricks before Djesus goes upside your head.
JOHNNY LAW: That's real funny pal. How's about I shove my foot up your a-
DRAGO CESAR: Johnny, please.
Johnny Law looks to make a move of sorts toward Djesus but Drago calms him down and sends him off.
DJESUS: Now have a seat Duboise and let Djesus show you the next big thing for you.
DRAGO CESAR: What you got for me, boss?
Djesus snatches a clicker off the conference table, he hits one button which dims the lights and another which lights up a projector.
The projector displays an image of a Lucha Libre match with masked wrestlers, Djesus waits for a reaction but Drago seems to be confused.
DRAGO CESAR: I'm.......not understand.
DJESUS: The Mexican masked wrestling Debeers! We’ll get you a mask throw you off the top rope a few times, Djesus’ll get his paycheck and bonus and you’ll be OCW Champion before you know it.
DRAGO CESAR: But I'm no-
Before Drago can voice his dissent Djesus pats him on the back and continues.
DJESUS: Good talk Devin, Djesus will have your new attire ready by RIOT next week!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Project Runway, on OCW's Greatest Hunter!
This will not end well!
Pugh vs Illuminati
The camera pans to the announce team.
With authority!
Eh?
The sound of bickering accompanies the visual of the OCW Trainers office backstage. One of the local doctors stands with a frustrated look on his face, stuck in a debate with a battered Bobby Minio.
Local Doctor: You know why we’re concerned. It’s a pretty big mark on your medical records here, Mr. Minio.
Minio struggles to sit up from a reclined position on a bench backstage. He slaps both palms down on the seat, feigning enough strength to continue through the show.
Bobby Minio: I know my body, Doc. I’m fine!
Local Doctor: It’s a company policy that we give you the ImPACT test before you are cleared for any other physical altercations…
Bobby Minio: I have a match tonight!
Bobby Minio: You know what? Get me a form. I’ll sign some kind of consent to take full responsibility for further inj-
Local Doctor: You and I both know it doesn’t work that way, Mr. Minio.
Bobby Minio: I work that way. I’m the OCW King of Workrate. I’m getting out of this room and I’m wrestling in my mother fuc-
Local Doctor: You’re taking the ImPACT test and you’re most certainly done for the night. Why do you want to push this? You lost a decade of your career, your life, by pushing yourself beyond your means.
Local Doctor: Take my advice, Mr. Minio. Take a night off. You’ll have plenty of time to bludgeon your peers over the head in the future, permitting you clear the ImPACT test. I’ll give you a minute to think it over.
The doctors follow the speaking doctor out of the room. Minio sits in a perturbed silence. His hands gripping the bench as if he would fly away if his grip relented. He’s running the numbers, calculation the options, all in his head.
You can clearly see the gears are turning, and caution is quickly establishing itself as the winner. Minio reaches into his hoodie pocket, pulling out his phone. He begins to type up a text as the scene fades into the next segment.
