The scene opens to shaky footage of a man sitting on a cement wall, similar to what you’d see at a part near a freeway. The footage looks right out of a video from KD’s garden.
???: Tobin Frost here, hope you all can hear me, the cameraman is used to being in front of the camera and his hands are way too damn big to be holding a phone.
The muffled voice of KD can be hear whispering something about no cornbread or greens.
Tobin: Look I’ll be the first to admit that last Sunday was a disappointment. We came in had a job and we didn’t get it done. In a way it’s been the story of my career the last few years.
Tobin: You wouldn’t know it but I’m one of the few men in OCW history to hold the grand slam. And I did it all with Hard Work.
Tobin: It was the mantra the code, Blood, Sweat, Respect. Way before that Dwayne guy decided to put it on a shirt I was the living breathing embodiment of it.
Tobin: But somewhere along the way a switch flipped. Wait I’m talking like I don’t remember but I do. It was the night I beat my brother for the OCW championship.
Tobin: He beat me from pillar to post but I repaid his ass for beating me for the TV championship at Wrestlution by taking his belt from him.
Tobin: On my way to Main Event Wrestlution for a second year in a row the rug got pulled up from under me and the great white hope Paul Pugh is sent out to get the belt off the brotha.
Tobin: I’ve been on this strange road ever since and I don’t know where it’s going next. But you bet your ass it involves more Tobin Bombs and Suplexes than OCW can handle.
Tobin: It’s about being the hardest worker in the room. Doing what has to be done, working hard, and fighting the right way even when you are the only one there.
Tobin: When no one is there to police you you police yourself. You make yourself pick up that extra weight, run those last 5 minutes. Do what you have to do to be the best.
The video starts to slow you can barely hear Tobin say, “Damn it KD I told you to charge the damn phone” as the scene fades.
The camera pans to the announce team.
A refocused Tobin Frost is a dangerous thing!
You said it!
The Camera Pans To The Back!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh that's not good!
RIGHT! he changes his pants for nothing!
The camera sits outside the arena, in a parking lot, to find a car sputtering into the shot. After a few seconds, a tall man exits the car.
He is dressed in a hoodie with the sides cut down. There is an obscured logo on the right shoulder of the hoodie. He sports a black t-shirt underneath.
He takes a deep breath and smiles widely at the arena in front of him.
Ijitu Quartz: "This is it, right here. This is exactly where I belong. I can feel it."
The camera pans out to reveal a large entrance to the arena, with OCW fixtures and advertisements posted about the exterior of the building.
Ijitu slams his car door behind him confidently and walks forward.
Ijitu: "Riot 494? Jesus. Why did it take this long for me to realize my purpose? They've had a bunch of nobodies running around this joint for almost 500 events and still made money?
Ijitu:
Hell, maybe they ain't made no money. That's right. Time to save this failing business, Ijitu. Then imma tell that dipdookieshoe trainer in Philly that he was wrong. Tried to...."
Security Guard: "Sir, are you lost? Who are you talking to?"
Ijitu: "What? Who? Uhhhh, nobody. Look man, i'm here to see the boss. He called me last week and I told him I would meet him here. I'm going to headline this event."
Security Guard (Laughing): "Heh, yeah sure, buddy. I'll get right on that."
Ijitu: "I'm serious you d--.. Look, just tell him I'm here. Tell him the Black Phoenix is here and wants to talk to him."
Security Guard: "Really? 'The Bla---, nevermind. Okay big guy, heh, I'll go let them know. I'll be right back."
A smile of intense confidence once again covers the face of Ijitu and he triumphantly places his hands on his hips before looking to the sky, seemingly lost in thought.
Shouting can be heard from behind the closed door the security guard went through. It is quiet, but legible.
Security Guard (Shouting, muffled): "Hey Eddie! You gotta come here, there's this homeless guy out here talking about headlining. It's hilarious...... Yeah! That's what I said, you should see his dumbass sunglasses...... Okay!.... Yeah, bring Denise down too, she's gotta see this guy!"
The guard walks back out with a hidden smirk on his face.
Security Guard: "Alright buddy, someone will be down shortly to see you."
Ijitu: "Look man! I could hear you! I'll prove it, look I have -- I have my entire bag, it's got my tights and wrestling gear and --- and - hey it's even got my phone! I will show you the voicemail!"
Ijitu quickly scurries back to his car to retrieve his bag. As he reaches the car, he quickly yanks on both handles twice.
After a brief moment of thought, he frantically sorts through his pockets to get his keys.
After a few seconds of nothing, the camera points inside the car window to find the keys laying still in the cup holder.
Ijitu slowly turns around to see 3 security guards laughing hysterically as he leans on his car door and let's out a sigh and a muffled "Gah' Dammit...."
The camera pans to the announce team.
He doesn't work here right?
Oh god The Old Man Signed another one......
Dimsmore vs Tyson Wagner
The camera pans to the announce team.
Am I going deaf?
Thats just your inner ear, going heel! What a victory!
Previously Recorded…
We pan into the VIP Section of a Nightclub we see Ryu Dancing on top of a table with a mannequin dressed in designer clothes.
As the strobe lights flash we settle on Kassidy Hayes relaxing on a couch with the OCW Championship.
Flanked by an Instagram Thot and a Model.
Kass: You know, it's nights like this where I realize that being the champ is great.
In the background we see Ryu do a tequila shot on the table then splashes a shot on the mannequins face.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Someone is living it up!
GOOD HE EARNED IT!
Stacy: Ok, so who is this “chick” in your life?
Capo: Genevieve…..sigh
Stacy: Why the sigh?
Capo: I knew this was coming….
Stacy: It couldn’t be the Clark Effect if it was conservative…
Capo: True…
Capo: Gene is a work in progress…
Stacy: mmh
Capo: Why the mmh? You need some work too?
Stacy gets slightly choked up, laughs off Capo's attempt at flirting, and redirects Capos question…
Stacy: Gene isn’t terribly liked it appears, can you tell us why?
Capo: Well I prefer to stay out of her business—-
Stacy: But aren’t you her manager?
Capo: …..No…..
Stacy: Interesting….So Gene and Showblitz, what’s your thoughts?
Capo adjusts the collar and tie and appears to be uncomfortable…
Capo: I like Showblitz….I just don’t want to make any statements….
Stacy: Fair enough….
Stacy: So is Gene your wife, girlfriend, a fling….
Capo: It’s complicated…
Stacy: How So?
Capo: She has her thing, I have mine…
Stacy: So Capo is single?
Capo: Whoa Stacy, slow down….don’t put words in my mouth.
Stacy: So do you normally date her type?
Capo: Her type?? You mean black girls??
Stacy: Noooo Noooo I didnt mean it that way. Come on Capo, OCW is a family oriented and equal opportunity employer. I meant like you know....Her type....Loud, sneaky...
Capo starts move around a bit and is ready to take off his mic....Stacy redirects the line of questioning....
Stacy: In a recent poll taken, OCW fans feel Capo is too good for Gene..
Capo: Jesus Christ Stacy, let’s move to the next question!
Stacy: Ok so I’m hearing that you have a film company ?
Capo: ahem......Yes, Yes It’s a short film company that I have been building a couple of years now. It’s called Bad Guy Films….
Stacy: haha nice name. everyone loves to hate the bad guy huh Cap?
Capo: Tell me about it….We have a couple of trailers that will be dropping soon so we are enthusiastic about this new venture.
Stacy: Capo, it’s been a pleasure and I’m looking forward to seeing you at Wrestlelution and Summercide.
Capo: Thank you Stacy….
the interview goes off air...
Capo: You trying to get me yelled at?
Stacy: Wait....huh? Im an interviewer, its my job to get to the information. Its journalism.
Capo sighs...
Capo: Lemme buy you dinner...or a drink...
Stacy: Where you gonna take me, that dookieshoe hole Road House??? No thanks, too many germs in this city.
Capo: No, I gotta nice spot for your type...
Stacy balks..
Stacy: My type, and what type is that sir?
Capo:I'll tell you if you allow me to take you to dinner...Call me...
