The camera opens backstage with Roxy Rose who's standing in a sewing/workshop area. Behind her sits a seamstress, who's working on what you can make out to be some bluish-black getup with red trim.
Roxy: Roxy Rose, here once again for all of you who just can't get enough of my yappin'... I just wanted to take a moment to show off all the work that goes on here by the people you don't see on TV. Sure, they don't have to go out and get their ass beat weekly, but they also don't make a crazy salary or get to commit felonies without being fired.
She gestures around, and the cameraman sweeps to the side, showing a myriad of people at work, either repairing attires or designing them, with a few wrestlers standing by to give direction.
One of them, a girl with striking dark red hair, glances over towards the camera for a moment before looking back to what she was doing.
Roxy: Think about it, these people gotta deal with egomaniacs like Madison Cox who want to dress like different Batman villains every month. They gotta make stuff that keeps all of Bill Ding's Dingitude in one place! And of course they end up spending hours on something striking for a promising rookie, who ends up leaving a week later! It ain't easy, and they don't get thanked very often.
She turns around to the lady working on the blue outfit.
Roxy: Do ya?
Seamstress: Honey, I'm just happy I get to avoid all the craziness that goes on when you people are involved. It's like a nonstop hockey riot. But I appreciate it.
Roxy: Hey, speaking of hockey...
Just then, the cameraman catches someone approaching behind Roxy.
???: Hold on a minute, exactly what the f*ck do you think you're saying about me?
Roxy spins around, taken off-guard.
Roxy: What I was saying about—excuse me, who?
???: Rose Tyler! You know who I am. I heard you talking shit last week, and now you slag off us rookies?
Roxy: Hold on, that wasn't even about you! Plus, ain't you already stealing my gimmick with the rose thing?
Rose stares her down, fire in her eyes.
Rose: You shut up about my name. I'm not taking shit from some pseudo-rockstar who gets around on daddy's credit card.
Roxy: Chill out, girl! Wait... pseudo!?
Rose: Yeah, pseudo. Your fake ass has no right to insult me or my dedication.
Roxy steps forward, and they're nearly face-to-face.
Roxy: Listen, I ain't fake and I ain't usin' anybody's credit card but my own. I don't know where you got the idea that I have anything against you, but if you think you can get away with that kind of attitude around here, you got another thing coming.
Rose: Have I?
She considers for a moment, seeming to calm down.
Rose: Maybe you're right. Big talk with no backup is a recipe for trouble.
Roxy steps back.
Roxy: Glad we're in agreement.
She turns back to the camera.
Roxy: Now if you'll excuse me...
Suddenly, Rose lets loose with a kick to Roxy's midsection, following up with punches. Blindsided, Roxy can't mount a defense. Rose grabs her by the head and throws her into the wall near the sewing station.
Seamstress: Aw, hell!
The seamstress quickly swipes her work off the table as Rose lays into Roxy with strikes. Rose pushes Roxy onto the table, getting up onto it shortly after. As Roxy tries to get to a knee, Rose grabs Roxy’s right arm, puts her leg behind Roxy’s head, and hits the Black Rose through the table!
Rose: I always back it up.
You can hear the seamstress mutter…
Seamstress: I told ya. Crazy people.
Rose flips her hair back over her shoulder and walks off as Roxy lays in the wreckage of the table. The camera zooms out to show the rest of the room staring, before cutting to the next segment.
The camera pans to the announce team.
That's one way to make an impact!
But is it smart!
Ragnarath was smiling coming off a win against Natoli Joe he walked through the hall stopping suddenly as Stacey Clarke stopped him.
Ragnarath: Hey Stacey whats up?
Stacey: Hey can I get a few words?
Ragnarath: Sure sure ask your questions.
Stacey: well first off I would like to go back to your PPV match you were supposed to face Hammer but he was unable to make it and you were put in a match with Irving how difficult was it facing someone completely different than who you were scheduled to face
Ragnarath: Yeah I am not going to say it was easy but also don't want to use it as an excuse in any given situation I will always give myself the chance to win and considering the crap Irving kept talking after the match he won he must agree with me.
Rickys interview is cut short as he is knocked to the ground by a kick to the back of his head. Sending him crashing to the ground as Irving begins his assault.
Irving pressing his knee into the middle of Ricky’s back as he begins to slap the young rookie along the back of his head.
Irving: You got a problem with what I said boy? Why don’t you grow a set and say it to me huh?
Irving reaches down and fish hooks his mouth with both hands as he continues to taunt the exhausted Dragon.
Irving: What’s wrong boy?
Irving slams his face down on the floor, smearing his face on the concrete before he stands back up.
Irving: Let’s see how you fly with one leg…
Irving begins his assault on the Right knee of Ricky, stomping on the back of it a few times before walking away as Ricky begins to struggle back to his feet.
Only making it to his knee before he is cut off as Irving drives a chair into the right knee of Ricky, connecting again and again with the chair before he throws it down the hall as security finally arrives to attempt to stop the assault.
Only for a smile to grow across the face of Irving as he takes a cheap shot on one connecting with a elbow and throwing one of the security guards into the other, sending them both crashing to the ground before turning his attention back to Ricky.
Irving reaches down as he snatches Ricky's leg into a heel hook, tearing away at Ricky’s knee as he just smiles watching Ricky Squirm trying to escape.
Ricky connecting with a few punches that seem to have nothing behind them, only serving to annoy Irving more as he lifts his leg and begins to kick Ricky over and over in the face till he falls limp to the floor as the second wave of security arrives.
Pulling Irving off of Ricky after the damage has already been done to the knee of Ricky.
Irving: Better think long and hard before my name ever comes out your mouth again boy
The camera pans to the announce team.
7 years and Seth Irving is still a dick!
I hope he Kimura's you, Preferably when you are on the line at Tim Horton's about to order!
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The camera pans to the announce team.
What an exchange!
That was down to the wire!
The scene opens in a backstage area filled with monitors and a few production staff members.
From the left hand side of the screen we see Justin Jehst stride into frame, walking up behind one of the staff members.
Staff: Hey! You can’t just walk in here!
Justin: I’m not here to argue with you, daddio, I just need to see a clip from earlier in the night and I promise I’ll be out of your receding hairline - - - I mean, hair! I’ll be out of your hair...
The staff member grumbles and turns to a small side monitor.
Staff: What exactly do you want to see?
Justin: I wanna see who the scumbag was that ruined my victory tonight, champ. Reel that dial back a few pegs to the start of the night, right after my match.
The staff member rewinds to the start of the tape and fast forwards about twenty minutes in, pushing play just as Justin’s hand was raised in victory.
Justin: Right there! Let it play!
As the footage rolls, Justin sees the face of his assailant; fellow rookie, Frankie Highwood.
Justin: Frankie Highwood? That little acid wash wearing jackass! He’s gonna pay for what he did tonight! I’m gonna jam that pink fedora right up his ass until he’s vomiting it out!
Justin pats the balding staff member on head.
Justin: Appreciate your work, Mr. Burns!
Justin turns and strides out the same way he entered as the staff member slumps his shoulders and looks down at his keyboard as the scene fades to black.
