After exuberantly celebrating her victory, Ashley Moore falls exhausted from the match into the ropes.
She gets a microphone from outside the ring and addresses Valkyrie who is still laying on the floor holding her head as she is getting comforted by Belle.
Ashley Moore: No happy ending for our little princess today.
Ashley Moore: And you, Belle, you should really try to get away from her, or you will end just like her.
Then she leaves the ring and goes to Ashley Blaine who wants to do a handshake to celebrate their victory, but Moore has no intention to do so.
She goes very close to Blaine and speaks directly into her face.
Ashley Moore: To be honest, it would have been easier today without you.
Then she drops the microphone and makes her way to the exit while the entire audience goes crazy booing at her.
The Camera Pans To The X-Tron
The scene opens to the backstage area, the open door frame into the replica belt signing factory once more, the Pride Championship hanging over the back of the chair in view.
The camera moves through the door again, the One Man Revolution Bobby Minio still hunched over the table, signing replica Pride titles at a breakneck pace. As the camera moves closer it can be seen that his signature has become more of a hurried scribble across the front of the title.
Signed titles are no longer piled on the left side of the table, now, a number of rubber bins are overflowing to Minio’s left, with only a handful of belts left on the right.
Minio sounds to be in better spirits as he’s now humming the rough outline of the beginning bars of his entrance theme under his breath.
After a moment, he reaches over to the final replica title on his right hand side, pausing briefly to appreciate the work that had been completed before bringing it in front of him.
He takes his time with this signature, throwing flourishes into his letters and writing a cross through the O’s in his name. He places the finished product deliberately onto the top of the final bin before reaching up, undoing the bandana around his forehead and beginning to tie it around his wrist again as he stands.
Bobby Minio: Time to address this FAME situation once and for all.
He turns, grabbing his Pride Championship and slinging it over his left shoulder, his left palm resting just below the face of the belt. He stops for a moment, appreciating the view of himself in a full body mirror on the wall, as a champion, before he rolls his heels and begins to walk towards the door.
Before he can breach the frame into the hallway, he is stopped in his tracks. A number of OCW staff members have walked up with rolling trays, Minio’s expression drops, his eyes go wide, his complexion goes pale.
The tables are stacked with more and more piles of replica title belts. More than he had started with.
His jaw drops, he stammers to find words and directs them at the nearest staff member.
Bobby Minio: No… I… This isn’t… No, no more. This, this isn’t what I do.
The staff member looks on uncaring as he reaches up to a mic clipped onto his collar.
OCW Staff Member: Command, this is production. Yes, he’s protesting.
He presses his index and ring fingers up to his ear, listening in to the response over his low profile radio.
OCW Staff Member: I know. … I know. Yeah.
The staff member stares blankly at the expression on Minio’s face.
OCW Staff Member: He says ‘this isn’t what he does’. Yep. Mmhm. Yup. Okay. Okay, I”ll let him know.
There is a moment’s pause as Minio waits to hear the news. The staff member simply stares at Minio for a moment before waving the rest of the staff in and pushing the rolling tray filled with title belts into the room. He passes the information along to Minio without making eye contact.
OCW Staff Member: Management said “This is what he does now.”
Minio watches in disbelief as a seemingly impossible number of un-signed replica belts are pushed into the room. As quickly as the staff members had arrived, they are gone, leaving only Minio and the busy work in the room.
Minio’s arms drop to his sides, the Pride Championship hanging in his left hand. He stares for what seems like forever before his body snaps forward, his left hand and Pride Championship punching the empty air.
He shouts an obscenity which is quickly bleeped out over the screen, and he pauses silently, taking in the amount of replica titles. He lets out the obscenity again, this time as a scream, which is again bleeped out. The camera pans out to the hallway, as the scene cuts to the ringside area.
MAXWALE vs CORT MARSHALL
Previously Recorded
Backstage Jim black sits in a room that was every shade of grey, from washed out concrete to almost steel-blue. Every line was straight, every corner sharp, and his chair looking as comfortable as a train station bench but the empty seat beside him is a lavish throne. The only other thing in the room is a clock hanging on the back far wall, Jim was told he wasn’t aloud to have a watch as it would be disrespectful to his guest.
Jim adjust in his uncomfortable chair before reaching out to feel the fabric of the throne, when Kassidy Hayes makes his way into the room,
Kassidy: Don’t touch the chair, Jim.
Kassidy looks around the room,
Kassidy: where is the TTT Body Armor? I am suppose to sit through this interview with you as thirsty as the turmoil roster?
Part of the crew chuckles,
Jim Black: Apologies, Kassidy.
The crew set ups a end table next to Kassidy’s throne and place three sixteen ounce bottles of TTT sponsored Tropical Punch Body Armor, while Kassidy takes his seat. The crew gets back out of the camera shot and Jim black begins,
Jim: Kassidy, the last year has seen you a top of OCW as the reigning Champion but now, now you have lost your Championship and OCW barely says you on a week to week basis. There are rumors being spread that maybe you are about to retire?
Kassidy smirks and lets out a laugh,
Kassidy: I am a important man and I have been making more money spreading the word of Kasstianity to sold out arenas for my sermon concert tour then OCW can afford to match but don’t believe the words of a old man, I’m not retiring.
Kassidy: Why in the world would I retire in my peak?
Before Jim has a moment to respond,
Kassidy: Because some old man laid on his back and lost my Championship? Because that same old man got the best of me after I pinned the Champion? Or because three old men are trying to hold TTT down?
Kassidy: Don’t get this mistaken like Harvey did, Harvey is so lost in his own “light” that he thinks Fame came to be because of him. Pugh tried to take that championship away from me last year and failed, it took him another year to strategize and come back. At Devil’s Night, Harvey wasn’t the champion, I was, and after I eliminated Harvey first; Pugh couldn’t lay on his back another PPV, he had to stop me from going on another Year title run.
Kassidy: Harvey’s delusion of grandeur thinks Fame was created in a month to take the title off him. No, Harvey, Fame was creeping in the background for a year waiting for their chance to strike at Kasstianity and TTT. They knew, what everyone else knows, including the lovely Valkyrie, and that is at Devil’s Night You were losing to me.
Jim: wha,
Kassidy: Look no further than the Riot this part one will air on; Fame isn’t fighting TTT in the main event because we are the true threat, they want a win on their debut so they are facing Inception. Meanwhile they are keeping the members of TTT away from the rest of the roster so they don’t get buried under Trash, like they have been for the last year.
Kassidy: so, No Jim, I’m not retiring but with Fame in control, who knows how much air time I get because they fear the power of Kasstianity.
Jim: Consider that rumor, Killed.
Kassidy cracks open his first bottle of TTT Tropical Punch Body Armor and takes a sip,
