Damian would slide out the ring, walking over to the announcer table and snatching the mic out of an announcer’s hand, he then slid back into the ring followed by many loud boos
Damian Bourne: “I didn’t want to come out here and do what you all just saw me do to Benjamin but when you’re ignored by management for so long, it’s almost like it’s something that needs to happen to make sure you aren’t ignored anymore.”
Damian Bourne: “And like I had told management before this match, if my demands weren't made there would be hell to pay. Hopefully everyone backstage will take me seriously after the pain that they've seen me deliver to Benjamin during our match and after it.”
He would drop the microphone and head backstage, flipping off the people in the crowd giving boos
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a jerk!
For real!
Previously Recorded
The scene opens in Valkyrie’s room, at the Brooklyn Hospital Center. She is still laying in her bed, while two members of the OCW staff are talking to her
Valkyrie: So, let me get this straight: I sign these papers and you’ll clear me to compete again?
OCW Staff: Not yet, obviously. You will be tested by our physiotherapists first during the following weeks If you pass the tests, you’ll get the green light.
Valkyrie: Deal.
She then quickly grabs the papers out of his hands and sign them in haste
OCW Staff: Good. We can leave now.
The staff member puts the documents back in his briefcase, then signals his partner to leave the room at once.
A voice emerges from the hallway.
Heather: Are we done here?
Heather walks into the room blocking the OCW Staff member from leaving.
Valkyrie continues to grab the belongings she came into the hospital with and walks towards the doorway ready to leave.
Valkyrie: What’s going on? Who is this?
Heather opens her eyes wide as if Valkyrie has awoken the tormented spirit that resides in Heather.
Heather puts her arms around her back locking her hands just below the small of her back. Heather takes a few steps deeper into the room getting closer to Valkyrie.
Luckily for her, there’s someone standing in between them.
Heather: Who am I? Eres tonta!
OCW Staff: Ms. Stevenson, this woman is The Harbinger of Death. She is Harv-
Heather: No one here asked for an introduction!
Heather grabs the staff member by the collar of their shirt and threw them out the door. The briefcase pops open and all the papers Valkyrie signed fly all over the place into the hallway.
The staff member quickly picks them up. Valkyrie tries to go and assist them but Heather leans up against the frame of the doorway; blocking Valkyrie from leaving.
Heather: So I see you’re about to be cleared to wrestle again hun. That’s great news.
Heather stands up and closes the door behind her. Valkyrie is taken back by this and looks around the room for something to grab.
Heather observes the anxiety that is emitting from the pint size warrior. She gives Valkyrie a warm smile.
Heather: Don’t worry. I’m not here to add to your stay inside these four walls. Judging by the way you are in person...what threat do I have?
Valkyrie: I just want to go home and get back to what I do best...wrestle!
Heather: Don’t worry, chica. You will go home tonight without a scratch. Just for tonight because I will not repeat myself when I tell you this.
Valkyrie stands there confused as ever.
Valkyrie: You still haven’t told me who you are?
Heather: I am Harvey’s cornerstone, his bedrock, his rib. Do you get it now?
Valkyrie: Who’s Harvey?
Heather steps closer and Valkyrie backs away from her with really nowhere to go in the room.
Heather pushes over her rolling tray and all the remaining ice water and leftover food falls to the floor. Valkyrie is now cornered in the room with Heather and their eyes lock.
Heather: They may clear you to wrestle again but it doesn’t seem like you’re clear to what I’m telling you.
Heather: Stay away….stay away from Harvey! He didn’t know what he was doing when he came to visit you.
Heather: He doesn’t know that he still belongs to me. He’s a man. They don’t think sometimes.
Heather: That’s why I’m coming to you as a woman should because you know...us women have to bond together to make it in this so called “Man’s World”.
Heather: Wouldn’t you agree?
Valkyrie:Yeah, I guess. I can’t really remember anything that has happened during my stay here, Heather. I was heavily medicated. I don’t know you or of this Harvey you are referencing.
Heather’s demeanor changes as she sizes up Valkyrie. Heather backs off and heads to the doorway.
Heather: Ok, Blanca. I will accept your honesty as long as you accept….my warning.
Valkyrie motions her head up and down in understanding. Heather gives Valkyrie a wink and waves bye bye with her fingers like she was playing the piano in the air.
Heather vanishes as Valkyrie gathers the rest of her belongings in haste. She grabs the crutches and walks to the door, looks both ways, then moves to the nearby exit as the scene fades.
The camera pans to the announce team.
YAS!!!
Boo!!!
Cort and Shep are backstage, convening on possibilities for Cort’s mystery match.
Cort: Well, it’s on second-to-last… so they’ve gotta be a return. A big one.
Shep: But not too big, or else they wouldn’t have booked them against you.
Cort: What? Hey! I’m safe enough for any returning vet!
Shep: Yeah, but do you draw DIMES?
Cort: Quarters, at least. Give me some credit here.
Cort: But still… I don’t know. I don’t like it. I don’t know who it is, I can’t prepare. I’m going out there blind.
Shep: Let’s be honest, how much do you prepare as it is?
Cort: Enough! You’re my tag partner, you’re supposed to be backing me up here. Help me out, drop some possibilities.
Shep: Honestly, I don’t know. You’d think people would want to return for the Lution paycheck, but right after?
Cort: So we know they’re dedicated.
Shep: I guess. We don’t want to assume. It makes an ass out of u and me!
Cort groans.
Cort: Now you just sound like my primary school teacher.
Shep: Only ‘cause I have to be.
Cort laughs.
Cort: Less burns, more guessing!
Shep: I still dunno who it could be...
Cort: Who indeed? The Guess Who? The Who? WHO?
The camera pulls away with Cort and Shep still bantering over his possible opponent.
The camera pans to the announce team.
WHO WILL IT BE?
We will find out later!
Code Jackman
vs
Jackson Montgomery
The camera pans to the announce team.
That was down to the wire!
Who you tellin?
Quartz: "...See? I told you. I told you I could handle my business."
Quartz voice can be heard clearly backstage.
Quartz: "You all want to act like it's easy out there, you know?"
OCW staff and wrestlers alike walk past the completely still camera. The view is focused on an opposite wall, in a backstage hallway area.
Muffled conversations and the crowd can be heard as well, with Quartz voice getting louder and clearer with each sentence.
Quartz: "...No! He's not here because of th-- Shut up!"
Quartz: "Rusty is a pawn. You know that as well as me. He knows it too. He's not my friend. I don't wanna grab a burger wit' em."
Quartz: "...Ha! Yeah right, I showed you that I didn't need him or YOU or anyone else last week. That guy was the king and we both were in that arena when he tagged out and ran from me... and I finished his sad little partner."
The camera seems to get more and more blurry with each passing sentence as well. Text on the passersby's clothing are barely legible at this point.
Quartz: "...No... You're all insane, gah' dammit."
Quartz voice begins to sound weak, still maintaining it's high volume. Almost on the brink of desperation and sadness.
Quartz: "...S- Stop. Why don't you ever believe in me? This is the same thing you did before."
Quartz: "I am not responsible for you! Stop it! You know that behind that mask, you're the coward!"
Quartz voice turns to anger from sadness and the still camera becomes even more blurry, the faces and features of those within view beginning to become unrecognizable.
Colors begin to fill the screen in botches. Despite the blurs, heads can be made out turning towards the door, which is just to the right of the camera.
Quartz: "Beeeee Esssss. I'm not hearing anymore... Hahaha! You're all just angry that I'm still in control."
Quartz: "...and after I do what I need to do in this sad little division. I'm turning my sights to him."
Quartz: "Then every one of you will disappear... forever. I can guarantee you that."
The completely blurred screen cuts to black. The jumbled background clatter of equipment managers moving things and small conversations suddenly stops.
After a few seconds, the screen cuts back on. Everything blurred before is now in clear view. Entering left of the camera is Rust Cohle.
As he hears the shouting, his eyebrows perk up and he walks towards the camera.
As Cohle approaches the door and opens, the camera follows behind, leaving the completely motionless angle it held minutes before. Inside is Quartz, standing with his head down inside a bathroom doorway.
Cohle: "Quartzy, what are you screaming about now, you drama queen?"
After a moment of no answer, Cohle asks again in a more assuring manner.
Cohle: "...uhh, buddy? Is everything okay?"
Quartz quickly raises his left arm and wipes it across his face, before reaching down to his duffel bag, which is precariously placed on the bench beside him and picking up his PRISTINE SUNGLASSES.
Quartz slowly raises them with the same arm and places them on his face, running his opposite hand through the right side of his hair before swinging around.
Quartz: "Rusty!! Hahaha! I was just on the phone, my weird little man. Did you guys have those in whatever weird little area you come from?"
Quartz power walks over to his tag team partner and aggressively taps him on the shoulder, before walking out of the locker room.
Rust Cohle angrily murmurs to himself before walking over to Quartz back and rummaging through it before pulling out a cell phone.
Upon checking the call log, Cohle notices Quartz last call was from Rust Cohle, 3 days prior. Cohle suspiciously looks over his shoulder at the door his partner just left from.
