The camera pans to Ijitu Quartz, power walking to his locker room backstage. There is a camera following him that he’s not aware of. His storming rage takes him back to the TTT locker room.
Quartz: Mmmmmhhhhmph.
Quartz screams and throws a lightning kick at a nearby garbage bin, knocking it several feet down the hallway. As trash flies everywhere, several staffers take notice at the temper tantrum. They look down at Quartz and at the cameraman.
As “Cowboy Quartz” realizes there’s a camera following him, his eyes dart in several directions before softly placing his 10-gallon hat on his head and nodding at the camera and turning back to enter his locker room.
Quartz: What… The....
As Quartz enters, he sees his room has been completely trashed, with all his stuff thrown around the room, with hundreds of broken pieces of wood, plastic and clay strewn around.
He immediately throws his head backwards in fear of who is behind this… Sitting in the doorway, almost identically to what happened at Super Turmoil, Doc Green and Antonio Everett are leaning on each side of the door frame.
After a brief pause, a wide smirk emerges from Doc Green’s mouth, and the Uncrowned boys burst into a maniacal fit of laughter. Quartz glares at them angrily as Antonio is eventually able to find the breath to speak.
Antonio (in a Wild West accent): What’s up cowboy, bad day at the ranch?
Quartz: You son of a…
Doc (also in a Wild West accent): I’d watch what you’re saying, boah. We got boys with big ol’ cameras recording you, cowboy. So why don’t you tell us how you feel, cotton-eyed Joe?
Quartz, realising that he cannot retaliate “out of character”, makes his way over to his bag. He looks through it to find a comically large sheriff's badge, which he lifts out of his bag and stares back at Antonio and Doc.
Antonio is stood with his hands on his knees wheezing from laughing so hard at Quartz, and Doc is stood smiling from ear to ear, badly holding in his laughter as his eyes begin to tear up from laughing so hard. He slowly lifts his phone as if to start recording Quartz for himself.
Antonio (speaking audibly out of breath): Wh… Why….. why don’t y-y-y-you put on that b-b-badge for us…. Antonio throws his head back, at this point he is visibly shaking.
Antonio: ….. C-c-cowboy.
Doc then finally snaps, and begins wheezing himself, he can barely hold his phone upright, but manages to get a good 10 second clip of Quartz in his cowboy gear, smiling for the OCW cameras, but staring daggers into Doc’s phone.
Quartz makes his way over to the doorway the Uncrowned boys are, neither of them able to support their own bodyweight and having to rely on the frame to keep upright.
Quartz: Why don’t you boys mind your own gosh darn business.
Quartz ushers the camera man out of his locker room and slams the door, leaving Doc and Antonio out in the hallway.
Antonio stumbles his way onto a nearby box.
Antonio: Oh… my… god.. I need a sit down.
Doc: That is undoubtedly one of the greatest things I’ve ever seen my whole life.
Antonio wipes his eyes and eventually composes himself after a few seconds.
Antonio: You HAVE to send me that clip man… this kid is not going to live this down, EVER.
Suddenly, another scream followed by a massive crash can be heard from Quartz’ locker room, presumably from punching a wall in frustration. Screaming is heard through the wall as well.
Doc: Looks like someone’s shat in his cornflakes, I would say we’ve done a pretty good number on him.
Antonio: Do you reckon?
The pair chuckle and fist bump, then walk out of shot as another crash can be heard coming from the locker room.
The camera pans to the announce team.
HAHAHAHAH!
Seriously what is wrong with you!
The Camera Pans To The Backstage Area!
The camera pans to the announce team.
I have no words!
THIS IS TERRIBLE!
It’s evident by the position of the camera that this isn’t a conversation we should be privy to. For one the camera is extremely below eye level as if the love child of Buddy Burns and TY Sparks was cut off at the knees.
There is no immediate indication that we’re in a specific part of the arena, all the walls tend to look the same. We are listening to a conversation between OCW Hall of FAMEr Tiberius Octavian Dupree and an unknown caller. His glistening hair and golden suit in high contrast to the dimly lit area.
Dupree: I want you to keep him doing busy work, he always wanted to be a champion, he can work like a goddamn champion.
The tone of his voice echoes pure frustration.
Dupree: What?! If you don’t do what I say the only line you’ll be phreaking crossing is the unemployment line. You hear me?!
Dupree: No I can’t fire you but I know someone who will and if he won’t phreaking fire you, I assure you with every breath of my Betterness I’ll make your life a living hell.
Dupree: This is no threat kid, I promise you... I’ll have a leprechaun deliver week old moose scat to your mother’s house every morning before breakfast.
You can see the grip of his perfectly manicured hands getting tighter around his smartphone.
Dupree: Oh your mother’s dead, well I’ll have it delivered to her phreaking grave then, till it piles so high you can build your own Mt. Rushmore of mama moose scat.
He now looks square at the camera with an uneasy glare.
Dupree: That’s what I thought.
He hangs up the phone, tucking it inside the silk pocket of his suit jacket.
Dupree: Please place the camera over there.
Dupree points to a shelf at about eye level, the camera shakes a bit before being placed. Dupree then snaps his fingers, two large men with security branded on their chest come out from nowhere. They carry the cameraman away as he pleads for his job.
Dupree: We don’t seem to have any issues broadcasting this week do we Nate?!
The last thing we see is his classic half smile as he turns the placed camera off.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Dam.
Dam is right!
KASSIDY HAYES
vs
CORT MARSHALL
The camera pans to the announce team.
RIGHT IN THE
BREADBASKET!
We turn to the hallway right outside of the locker room as the Light Heavyweight Champion, Drago Cesar faces the camera alongside Jim Black. Drago props the championship on top of his shoulder.
Jim: Drago, in tonight’s main event, you face off against Shepard in a non-title match. Tell us your thoughts going into tonight’s contest.
Drago: Jim, let me tell you something. Shepard may be master of sheep, but he no joke when he step into the ring. He former Pride Champion for a reason. But tonight…..
Drago pats his championship.
Drago: He in for the biggest test in his career. No interference. No H2O like couple weeks ago.
The “Best in the World” looks at the camera.
Drago: Is just you and me. I know all your trick and dirty play, Sheep Master. Is not gonna work with me. Tonight, I’m gonna prove why the Light Heavyweight Championship is the title to look out for! I’m don’t need to change this gold to old country way.
Drago: I’m also don’t need ring on my finger to prove to people how much I’ve done here in this company, or if I’m can still go with the best.
Drago holds up his two hands.
Drago: Because all I’m need are my two friends. Jay Fury, I’m hope you’re watching!
The Light Heavyweight Champion does a goofy flex with his arms that would make many a man blush with all the STRIATION. Jim has a hard time keeping together before asking one last question.
Jim: If we can go back to H2O for a second here, you had a bit of a confrontation with him on Turmoil not too long ago. Can you tell us what that was about?
Drago sighs.
Drago: All I’m wanted to do was give the kid some advice. Because believe or no, I’m have more in common with him than you think.
The hunter shakes his head.
Drago: But maybe he don’t need my advice because he have too much pride, don’t need to listen to old man like me.
Drago: You know what they say though, right Jim?
Jim: What’s that?
Drago: Pride always comes before fall.
Drago shrugs and pats Jim on the back as we fade out.
