The camera fades in from black, revealing 3rd Echelon Rust Cohle. He is seen bouncing up and down with his jersey on, preparing for his match with Cort Marshall.
Quartz: Rustin, these people swear their allegiance to controversy.
Cohle: Yeah, right. Right. Right, right, right.
Rust Cohle continues to hop around and stretch while talking to his tag team partner.
Cohle: Can you believe that ? How many times man ? How many times do I got to beat this guy? How many times WE have to beat this guy..
Quartz: There’s no need to allow frustration to take over.
Quartz: You control your destiny now.
Cohle: Easy to say for you..
A tablet sits on a table at the center of the room with comments and Savage Lands reviews still loaded on the screen.
Cohle: Tsss. Look at these people. They talking about respect all year. Respect huh..
Cohle stops moving and stares at his partner, looking all serious.
Cohle: You think I don’t see it ? That I don’t see what’s going on around here ? What all OCW is saying ? “Oh Rust is just a sidekick” “He can’t win tag matches” “Quartz has to do all the work all by himself.”
Cohle: I know what you are going to say, it’s not supposed to get to me. But I busted myself too much to be taken as a worthless dead weight.
Quartz: I think it is unwise for you to allow such emotions take over.
Cohle: You know what, whatever happened to you this past few weeks, I don’t wanna know. But I dig it. All I know is that, yeah, you are the man buddy, and I finally think that I really like you as my partner. We are the BEST tag team in this entire organisation. But tonight is not going to be like any other night.
Rust looks straight at the door in front of him.
Cohle: No more goofing around. I am done with that. Tonight, I am ending Cort’s career.
Cohle storms out of the room, heading to the ring for his match. Quartz looks at the exit, concerned.
The camera pans to the announce team.
It's do or die time!
And its coming up!
We cut in on Cort Marshall, continuing his search for Jackson Montgomery. He’s making his way through the outside of the arena towards the production trailers. He heads for the one labeled “Audio and Production.” It’s guarded by an employee.
Employee: Excuse me, sir…
Cort: I’m not gonna Max Headroom you. I just wanna take a look at the cameras to find Jackson! I keep missing him by a second.
Employee: All right, I guess… can’t interrupt work any more than the other guy.
Cort: Other guy?
The employee jerks a thumb at the door.
Employee: See for yourself.
Cort looks curious, and opens the door to find an interesting scene. The team are doing their work as usual, but the walls are covered in shirts, posters, and assorted merchandise that appears to belong to the man in the center of the room, who’s theatrically directing the action.
One of the production guys, a man with rather prominent buck teeth, is wearing a shirt that’s three sizes too large. Cort pauses at the threshold as all eyes in the room turn to him, except the other interloper, who’s still yelling directions.
Doc Young: How about you turn that up, Kevin? We’re not broadcasting to dogs! Kevin? God damn Kevin, I’m really starting to wonder whether you are deaf, blind, and dumb. Doc Young’s production party incorporated, patent pending, has been up and running for barely an hour and you’re already making a hash of things, way to get our foot in the door. We’re a team, remember? We work together, and most importantly, you follow my instructions!
Young finally notices what everyone else is looking at and turns to see Cort Marshall in the doorway.
Young: Oh, hey. Didn’t see you there for a moment, can I help you? Or are you here to join the party? I wouldn’t blame you for the latter, we’ve really got a thing going right here.
Cort: Gonna have to decline on that. I’m looking for a guy about yay high with a big-ass beard. Drives a monster truck. Looks sort of like a heavy metal hobo?
Young: Didn’t take you for a party kind of guy anyway.
Kevin: Jackson Montgomery?
Cort: Yes! Have you seen him?
Kevin: I see all. Last I checked he was in catering.
Young: Last I checked you couldn’t see your ass from your elbow.
Cort rushes up to the video feeds, ignoring Doc Young.
Cort: There! I’m gonna give him a piece of my business!
Kevin: … Don’t you have a match coming up next?
Cort swears.
Cort: I thought that was last week. Or the week before. I fight Rust a lot.
Young: You know I could always take your spot for you, you know. A brother always down to help someone else, and I’m just trying to fight someone, that’s how it is sometimes, you following?
Cort: ...No, I’m not.
Young: What I’m trying to say that given your situation, you’re obviously pre-occupied at the moment, and it’s not Kevin you want in your spot, the man wouldn’t swat a fly.
Doc extends his hand for a handshake.
Young: What do you say? I help you, you help me.
Cort stares at the hand.
Cort: How ‘bout we make it a threesome--I mean three way--I mean triple threat. That way I might actually get to pin somebody.
Young: Three’s a party. I’d be happy to oblige. Nothing like a bit of fair competition - and Rust.
Cort shakes his hand.
Cort: Just don’t get between me and him too much. He deserves an ass-kickin’.
Young: I’ve got your back, don’t worry. Except when I kick your head off, then you’ll worry. No hard feelings, though?
Cort: No hard feelings.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Well then...
Looks like we got a 3 way dance!
The following segment has been pre-recorded at the Trance residence.
We join the scene with Aerith looking at her cell phone, she smacks it off the counter out of frustration.
Aerith: That little… Ugh!
Aerith pinches her nose, trying to keep it together.
Aerith: Don't rise to it… Just… Talk to her at the show.
The noise of weights being banged around through the wall can be heard, promoting another sigh from Aerith.
Aerith: Still Jake… Really?
She picks up her cell phone once again and the camera follows Aerith as she navigates her way through the house. She comes to a door marked “Training Room.” She tries the door but it's locked, knocks and doesn't get a response. Inside, noises can be heard from, presumably, Trance working out.
Aerith: It's been over a week… You're going to need to come out of there sometime soon… Jake…
There’s still no response.
Aerith: Look, I know you're upset that you lost… I know you think you threw it away, but I lost too. This isn't you, this isn't us. We show up and show off, not lock ourselves in a room and just… Throw metal around thinking it will fix everything…
Yet again, no response.
Aerith: You've already missed one match because of this… Please don't let it consume you… I'm wrestling Valkyrie later and I need you there, things between us have been… Weird and she's not being herself… I just want to talk it out but I need you to be there to support me… Please…
The cell phone vibrates again, prompting another angry response.
Aerith: Forget it, I’ve already got on emotionally unstable person to deal with, I don't need to add my husband to that list along with my opponent. If you're coming, I'll see you at the show.
With that, the scene closes as Aerith walks off camera, the lens focusing on the still locked training room as we go back to the show.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh she isn't happy!
Who would be!
G3 Summit Match Rust Cohle vs Cort Marshall
vs Doc Young
The camera pans to the announce team.
WHAAAAAAT!
OH MY GOD!
We transition back to the Bubba Con, where The Lord of the Lariat, The King of Kindness, The Eleventy Time OCW Champion, and the current Light-Heavyweight Champion Mugen is holding what appears to be a seminar.
He is standing in front of a podium with the Beat Drago Club logo on it, with a projector screen also over him. The camera pans over to a mildly annoyed Drago sitting up on the stage.
Drago: ...This again?
Mugen: Old sport, it’s been a year since we’ve the annual Beat Drago Club meeting. We are DUE for one.
Drago: Do we have to have once every year?
Mugen: In a perfect world, we’d be doing this every day, but our schedules don’t permit that. So annual it is.
Drago rests his hands in his jacket pockets as people start filling in the seats for the seminar. The audience gets settled and Mugen clears his throat as the lights start to dim.
Mugen: Ladies and gentlemen….Hoots and hootettes…...Welcome to the Beat Drago Club seminar! For those that are not familiar with this prestigious organization, this club has only one way to get in; and that’s beating this man right here.
Mugen points to Drago as the hunter grimaces.
Mugen: This group that we have here only has a handful of members, those include Tobin Frost….
The projector screen shows Tobin Frost hitting the Frankensteiner on Drago.
Mugen: Ligermask….
The screen switches over to Ligermask rolling Drago up, much to the chagrin of the hunter.
Mugen: And of course….Yours truly. Twice!
The projector screen lights up with Mugen hitting the Time 2 Die on Drago followed up by the Tiger Uppercut. Drago sharply exhales as he mutters.
Drago: Should make club for YOU…..
Mugen: Now as it’s been about a year since we’ve had our last meeting, I figured it’s time to review our new members who have joined since last time.
Mugen looks back at the screen as a drumroll starts to play in the background. Drago impatiently taps his foot on the ground rapidly as the drumroll stops and…..nothing happens. Mugen turns around, looking disappointed.
Mugen: Well that’s strange. No new members? Tsk tsk.
He shakes his head as Drago scoffs.
Mugen: Since we haven’t had any new inductions, I figured it would be time to help some of our audience out. This seminar is going to be dedicated to giving tips and tricks on how to join the club! Now now, this won’t guarantee your entry but it’ll bring you all much, much closer.
Mugen brings out a dojo boy from the Pine Performance Center with a shirt that says “Hi my name is Ryan”.
Mugen: Now, the first technique I’d like to show everybody is how to counter the Tiger Uppercut. Ryan, come at me and attempt a Tiger Uppercut just like our good friend Drago.
Ryan sheepishly steps up to Mugen and attempts a Tiger Uppercut but before he can even deliver the move halfway, Mugen slaps the arm out of the way and chops Ryan in the neck.
Mugen: BING, you hurt!
Mugen then spins around and crouches down and elbows Ryan in the gut and sweeps his legs out.
Mugen: BONG, now you dead.
Mugen stands over the dazed Ryan and bows to the crowd who reluctantly clap for the demonstration.
Mugen: Now, the other technique, developed over years of training…..The Imugenation. Let me teach you how to do it safely yet deal the most possible damage.
Ryan gets up gingerly from the floor and walks over to Mugen. Mugen proceeds to kick him in the gut and sets him up for an Imugenation.
Mugen: Now folks, you want to wrap your hands around his waist and firmly grasp him. Then you follow up with a lift and release technique, all in one fluid motion. Watch.
Mugen lifts Ryan up and flings him behind his head all in one fluid motion into a wall headfirst. The thudding noise makes the crowd go “oooooooh”. Mugen bows to the crowd and they clap again.
Mugen: Look at Ryan, he’s perfectly safe but also damaged from this technique.
Mugen points at Ryan who is barely moving and loudly groaning.
Mugen: This concludes my seminar for today, if you would like more tips and tricks of the trade, please sign up for my online app, Mugen Virtual Teaching. For $9.99 a month, you will learn that I don’t embrace excuses and I embrace solutions………….to beat Drago. Au revoir friends.
Mugen bows as the scene fades out.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Safetly and Deal the most possible damage...THATS NOT HOW IT WORKS, THAT ISN'T SAFE AT ALL! HE HIT THE WALL HEAD FIRST...
