We see Drago slumped back on a chair, his eyes slightly red and his gaze drifting. B-17 has now officially lost the blanket. His eyes are red like Drago’s.
Drago: So like…..if you B-17…..what happen to other Bs….???
B17 licks his lips: Huh?
Drago: What about B-14? B-9? Or maybe is different naming system? S-2?
B17: Whoa…..Never thought about it that way…..You think, like, there are other versions of me out there?
Drago looks at B and begins laughing uncontrollably.
Drago: You hilarious! You good man.
The hunter points at the blanket that’s on the floor.
Drago: You don’t need blanket. You do you.
B17 smiles and grabs a shirt out of a nearby box next to the bed.
B17: Then I’m sure you won’t mind wearing this sometime.
B tosses a B Community shirt at Drago, who catches it with….his face. He pulls the shirt out of his face and looks at it in amazement.
Drago: Uh…..Yeah sure! I keep this!
B-17: Excellent!
Just then, a figure pops out from the corner of the room’s entrance. B’s eyes are wide open.
B-17: Oh, holy shet! You should introduce me to her! She's beautiful! Is she a B? Excuse me! Are you a Binga?
Drago: Yeah, her…..She very nice perso- Hey wait.
Drago slaps himself on the face and looks up to see Dragana look at the whole room in shock. Drago starts panicking.
Drago: UH…I can explain!!!
Dragana walks up to Drago and uses the flashlight on her phone to examine her brother’s eye.
Drago: Ah, stop!
She turns to the tray that has the brownies and takes one. She closely examines it, opening it up to reveal what the “secret ingredient” is…….What a certain GUY would call “Da ‘Erb”.
She tosses the brownie into the trash and takes Drago by the ear outside of the room, much to the chagrin of the hunter.
B17: It was lovely to meet both of you! Enrique! Please provide the pie please. I wonder what was in those brownies? I'm feeling extra frisky...
Drago: ARGH, NOT EAR PLEASE!!!!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh for Pete's sake!
Ahahaha
Coolidge vs Tyson Wagner
The camera pans to the announce team.
DAM
With Authority!
The cameras pan around the arena, as the Xtron turns on to the surprise of the OCW universe. They begin to boo loudly as Telos is seen arriving in the arena parking lot.
Telos stops, looks into the camera and smirks before addressing the crowd.
Telos: Its funny, you know. Some of the things that have been said about me. But in the case of Cort Marshall, the truth was split down the middle.
Telos: Last week, Cort made it a point to address me before our match. He said two things: 1. Telos is a dangerous man and 2. Telos ain’t a winner.
Telos: So let’s let Cort’s spinal column tell the truth: I am most definitely a dangerous man, and apparently, a winner as well. (chuckles)
The crowd continues to boo while Telos resumes speaking.
Telos: But that’s beside the point. My focus isn’t on some geriatric vet who can barely knock out 3 pushups.
Telos: I’m just here preparing for Savage Lands. And from what I hear, a certain “Cyborg” got the OK to make our match No DQ?
Telos’ expression shifts from bemusement to delight.
Telos: Heh. I told Tyson not to piss me off, and thus far he’s managed to follow directions pretty well.
Telos: But my message to Tyson is this; Just remember. I don’t need a Cohle. I don’t need an Iguana Quartz. Telos is not CQC.
Telos: Everyone reaches the Endgame.
Telos smiles and walks out of sight, as the jeers of the OCW universe continue to fill the arena.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Looks like both men are ready!
NO DQ? oh boy!
As the scene fades into focus we see Capo and Jehst in a fancy office. Capo is cleaning out a desk, putting a number of items into a box as Jehst stands to the side of him.
Jehst: “Where are you going? Why are you cleaning your desk out? Did we get a new office?!”
Capo sighs as he continues to empty his desk drawer.
Capo: “I’m sorry, Jehst, I just have to do this. Sometimes, we have to go away for the better.”
Jehst: “Wait, you’re leaving? But what about our tag team goals?”
Capo: “You can find a new partner for a while, I’m sure. I’ll be back, I just gotta get outta town.”
Jehst: “But that’s the thing, Cap; I don’t want a new partner. I wanna tear through the tag division with my main man, Capo Genovese! I wanna keep building the entertainment empire we talked about. You’re just gonna throw all that away?!”
Capo stops for a moment before slinking into the leather office chair, putting his head down as he sighs again.
Capo: “Y’know I got mad respect for you, Jehst. I know you can get it done out there without me. This is just something I have to do for myself; this is one of those “it’s not you, it’s me”... things…They take time and require incredible focus. I don’t have that as of lately. It’s been a hell of a roller coaster, but Capo has to do what Capo has to do, and ain't nobody gonna be able to solve these problems but me.”
Justin puts his hands on his head, like a jogger whose stopped for a breather, looking up to the ceiling in thought, trying to process what is going on.
Jehst: “Well, you’ve obviously made up your mind. If I can’t change it, then I wish you the best in all your future endeavours.”
Justin extends his hand for a shake. Capo slowly stands, extends his own hand out, and the two embrace with the good ol’ handshake hug, slapping each other on the opposite shoulder as they do.
Capo: “Just because I’m leaving now doesn’t mean I won’t be back, Jehst. Keep beating up on the tag division for me. When I get back, I know I will have a lot of ground to cover---Just stay ready so you don’t have to get ready!!”
Jehst: “I’ll give it a good ol’ Hollywood try, Cap.”
Capo finishes gathering up his stuff and begins to walk out of the room.
Capo: “I gotta go, bro, or I’m gonna miss my flight.”
Jehst: “Let’s hope they’ve got some good movies on there.”
As Capo carries his box towards the door, he turns as he is about to exit the room. Justin has sat down in the office chair, tossing a stress ball up and down.
Capo: “Listen, I want you to run the Movie Studio while I am away. In my office, inside the top drawer, there are all of the contact numbers and blueprints. I have people in place so whatever you need, you call them. If you need to get into contact with me, visit my Uncle Mickey at the tailorshop. Likewise, my club is always free for you. I put you on the VIP with a running tab thats billed to me.”
Capo: "OH and Jehst - - -!!"
Jehst: "- - - Yeah??"
Capo: “Keep it greasy.”
Jehst: “You too, meatball.”
Capo lets out his scumbag laugh before turning around and walking out the door.
Jehst leans back in the chair and puts his hands behind his head, surveying the office.
Jehst: “Hey does this mean I get your office?!”
In the distance we can hear Capo shout back.
Capo: “FUHGETTABOUTIT, VAN DAMME!”
Justin lifts the stress ball up in a similar fashion to the scene in Hamlet.
Jehst: “To be in the tag division, or not to be in the tag division; that is the question.”
