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Dennis Black is seen inside the dressing room of Heather Angelo once again. She's prepping for her match against Eerie Sunshine. But this time the atmosphere is not quite like the first.
Heather senses some tension coming from her King tonight. She stares at him through the mirror as he sits there inattentively tapping his fingers on the table.
Heather raises an eyebrow. She figures a way to break silence.
Heather: There's something I've been meaning to ask you. What you did to Madison was the worst thing I've ever seen a man doing to a pregnant woman. Especially to the one who allegedly bears your child.
Heather: I could care less about her and her health. She deserved everything that has come to her. Don't feel bad that you've done the unthinkable. It is why you rule OCW as the ONLY undefeated dual champion.
Heather: Hmph. She's lucky that's all she got.
Dennis:.....
Heather: Babe, you hear me talking to you?
Dennis suddenly stops tapping his fingers and turns only his head. His body language reads annoyed.
Dennis: Matsuda was right. Even after shedding Revolution Inc. and my whore of Babylon, I still feel empty inside. Everyone around me keeps failing to met my expectations...
Irritated, Heather snaps her bra on and proceeds to get her own gear together. She turns from the mirror and looks at Dennis; who is still not paying her any mind.
Heather: What's wrong with you? You act as if I did something wrong.
Dennis finally turns his attention towards her while still sitting.
Dennis: You used Ed to hurt Harvey. We have Jack for that. Ed is my bitter enemy. Hell, almost committed a homicide against me two weeks ago.
Heather: Ed? Big Ed? Really? You're worried about me being with him? Why? I just wanted to get under H2O's skin before his match with him.
Heather: You know for such a proud man you seem very insecure. It's silly, Dennis. You have nothing to worry about.
Dennis: You're right. I have nothing to worry about. Just be mindful, Jack and I are your only allies now.
Dennis gets up and rubs Heather's shoulders to calm her nerves. Heather feels something wrong in her gut.
She doesn't feel Dennis mind is really at ease but she bottled that intuition for later.
Heather: Anyways, I don't know why I have to waste my time tonight with this trailer trash that calls themselves, Eerie Sunshine.
Heather: She's not a champion like Sophia. A grave digger like Holly or Colossal like Bertha. She's not even a future femme fatale.
Heather: I'll bend, stretch and mold that cheap cigarette smoking grunt for even uttering my name. She'll be the first to know what I say I speak into existence!
Heather gathers herself and is ready to exit her dressing room. Before she leaves she realizes Dennis isn't following behind her.
Heather: Will you accompany me tonight, Papi?
Dennis: I’m handling more important business. I’m trying to see if Senpai will send me words of motivation. You'll do fine against uh...who did you say again?
Heather swiftly slams the door behind her as she makes her way to the ring. This time alone.
The camera pans to the announce team.
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Trouble in paradise? |
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I hope so! |
Heather Angelo vs Eerie Sunshine
The camera pans to the announce team.
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Woah woah woah! |
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WOAH!! |
The camera cuts to Cort Marshall and Jim Black in the locker room.
Cort: Unfortunately for everyone who wanted to see ol' Frosty get his soft-serve ice cream whipped by me tonight, I'm afraid I can't make the match.
Cort:
But because I like you and value your time, you disgusting fat slob fans of mine, I've taken Mr. Black aside to say a few words so you wouldn't be deprived of your favorite drill sergeant.
Black: Indeed you have... sir. I'm intrigued, what do you have to say tonight?
Cort claps Jim on the back.
Cort: You know, Jim. I hate a lot of people. I hate a lot of things. Sometimes I wake up angry at existence itself, and I have to slam a shot of whiskey and loose a .44 magnum round into my ceiling before I can get back to sleep.
Cort:
But Jim, there's nothing I hate more than quitter. You know who it is I'm referring to, don't you?
Black: Surely, you don't mean... the man has been going through some hard times. That would be low. Especially considering what you're doing tonight!
Cort: Sometimes even an honourable man such as myself has to go low to prove a point, Jim. When you turn your back on your life, your friends, and your fans, just because of a setback, you lose the right to be respected.
Cort: This guy called himself the “Head Rookie.” Walked around like he owned the place. And for a time, he did. No one can deny what he's achieved.
Cort: H2O may have been a braggadocious little chihuahua who barked like a great dane, but he wasn't a coward.
Cort: He wasn't a coward until the day he decided to throw his hands up and give it all away. I hate you, H2O, believe you me. I hate you like I hate the amazon rainforest and the little spear-chuckers that live in it.
Cort: I was happy to see your fairytale relationship ruined, even if it was by the man who made my face into a bowl of chunky beef stew. I hate Girthy Eduardo too.
Cort: But what I hate even more is the fact that you've given up. Nobody becomes a world champion in a day. Not everyone is eight feet tall and made out of t-bone steaks and anger.
Cort: Sometimes you get your ass kicked. Sometimes you get your life ruined. Sometimes you don't want to get out of bed. A person might give up. But here in OCW, we are men.
Black: What about the women?
Cort: Especially the women. Well, some of them, probably. Have you seen them? But I digrress. As men, we don't give up. We stand up and we shove those lemons right back up life's dirty ***hole.
Cort: I hate you, H2O, but I also hate to see you leave before you finish what you've started. What you and I started. Don't think I'll let our one match be the last time I kick your ass.
Cort: If you think you're done with OCW—if you think you're done with me—you are sorely mistaken. Like it or not, you're coming back. And if you don't, I'll drag you back here in the bed of my truck like a wandering migrant who happened to cross my estate.
Cort: So by all means, go home and be a family man. But Watch. Your. Back.
As he says this, a certain wrestler looms behind Cort.
Frost: What was that?
Cort: I said “watch your back,” Black. What are you, deaf?
Black: Nope.
The colour drains from Cort's face.
Cort: Wait... that wasn't you... was it... Jim?
Jim smirks.
Black: Nope!
Frost: Trying to avoid me?
Cort shrieks and runs out of the locker room as the cameraman frantically swivels to follow. Tobin calmly walks out after him.
Black snickers gleefully before composing himself.
Black: Looks like the match is going to happen whether the sergeant wants it to or not! Back to you at the booth!
The camera pans to the announce team.
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