We are back at ringside as Jett is "STILL" celebrating! , Dillinger smugly struts ringside over towards the timekeeper's area gathering two microphones before joining his client Jett Draven in the ring after a dominant performance.
The booing from the crowd continues as Dillinger laughs in their faces at ringside. He climbs the stairs and hands one of the microphones to Jett Draven.
Dillinger: Here we are again, you filthy commonfolk!
Dillinger: Hahahah!
Dillinger: Another sad sap taking to social media to complain about my client Jett Draven? Another victim finding out first-hand why he should keep his twitter fingers to himself, next time.
Dillinger paces around the ring as Draven stands brooding in the center.
Dillinger: I’m sure none of you really expect Code Jackman to beat Malu, do you!?
Dillinger: I should hope not… but it really doesn’t matter, because one way or another, that title is going to be firmly draped across the shoulders of one Jett Draven before you know it.
Dillinger: It might be hot outside, but it’s even hotter in that locker room as I’m sure many “competitors” are trembling at the sight! Something they never thought they would see!
Dillinger:
This man! OCW’s prodigal son, Jett Draven in and out, proving his worth week after week… and now standing in front of them, victorious.
Dillinger: I hope you’re wearing your SPF 80, you pale pathetic excuses, the Summer of Draven is going to be a humid one.
Dillinger gestures wide, throwing his hands in the air exuberantly, soaking in the anger from the crowd as Jett reaches up to give the final word.
Draven: I'm putting this roster on notice! Let this be a reminder on just who the fluff I am! I beat people up! I hurt people! I OWN this fluffing ring!
Draven:
And soon I will own what has always been rightfully mine...The CCW World Heavyweight Championship and I don't care who I have to go through to get it.
We cut backstage to an office room located somewhere inside Madison Square Garden. A rather large table fills a good portion of the centre of the room, with many special VIPs and members of the media filling the rest.
Two chairs are placed either side of the table, and Akita and Ted are stood, reading through a contract that was given to them presumably earlier in the night.
At that point, Antonio Everrett enters the room, alone. He is wearing a full black tracksuit and takes a seat at one of the chairs in the room.
Quiet mumblings that previously encompassed the room have now become somewhat loud chatter as the Light Heavyweight Champion places his title on the table in front of him.
Antonio: So are we doing this or what?
A few moments pass and AC Cobra enters the room, followed by a small group of close friends, including notably Riot star Tre Golden.
The crowd cheers a little as they enter, and AC looks in good spirits as he sits down at the table. Antonio doesn’t take his eyes off of Cobra
AC: Evening Gamers, glad you could all join us!
AC gestures to the crowd; Everrett’s eyes are still locked on the number one contender.
Ted: Alright ladies and gentlemen, since both parties have now arrived we can go through with this contract signing for the Street Fight that will be commencing on Sunday the 28th of July for the Light Heavyweight Championship.
Ted:
If you would both like to have a look through the contract and make sure it’s correct.
Ted slides the contract to AC Cobra and he has a look through, he signs it and slides it across to Antonio. Antonio slams his fist on the table as he stops the contract from sliding, creating a loud bang as he does so, which momentarily silences the crowd.
The Light Heavyweight Champion opens the contract and finds a specific part of the contract and turns it around to show Cobra.
Antonio: I want you to have a good look at this.
Antonio points to a part of the contract that reads ‘Neither OCW nor Antonio Everrett or AC Cobra will be held responsible for the damages caused to either competitor throughout the duration of this bout.’.
Antonio: I made sure specifically to include this in the contract. This means that whatever I do to you at Consequence, there will be ZERO repercussions.
Antonio:
That means when I end your meaningless career, there will be absolutely f*ck all you can do about it.
Everrett aggressively spins the contract back around and signs intensely. He then pushes it back to Ted and continues staring daggers into AC Cobra.
AC Cobra: Yeah, yeah keep talking Antonio. I know the rules of the road, and what I’m getting myself into. The question is do you? So save it, I don’t wanna hear it.
Antonio: Now you listen here mate, I’ve had to spend the last 2 goddamn months listening to whatever you’ve had to say about me, so you’re gonna sit there and hear this.
Antonio:
At Consequence, I enter Detroit the Light Heavyweight Champion, and I leave Detroit the Light Heavyweight Champion, and I take your career as a bonus because YOU decided to piss me off.
Antonio:
It’s really quite simple. I’ve watched what you’ve been doing over the past few weeks, and all I’ve seen is your mate sat right there carry you to relevancy.
Antonio:
So settle down sunshine, don’t get too far ahead of yourself.
Antonio stands up from his chair, but AC Cobra stands up at the same time.
AC Cobra: I’ve been here for 6 God damn years! Your intimidation tactics are cute, but none of that scares me. It’s the summertime, everyone is out drinking mint juleps and listening to Bruno Mars.
AC Cobra:
You look too tense and upset, 20,000 fans all cheering for me at Consequence and it’s eating you alive.
Antonio: Yeah, you’ve been here for 6 years, and what exactly do you have to show for it? Literally the only reason you still have a job here is because of ME.
Antonio:
So if you don’t mind, I have some business to take care of that should have ended at Wrestlelution.
Everrett grabs his title and storms out of the room. Ted and Akita both sign the contract and it is placed inside a briefcase. AC Cobra attempts to follow after him, but is stopped by his group as the scene fades out.
MAXWALE vs. QUARTZ(c)
The camera switches to the backstage area, with Solomon Caine limping towards the dressing room door. Before he can reach it, Jim Black steps into frame with a microphone and halts his trudging.
Jim Black: Mr. Caine, the match tonight, the new wear, the new entrance. Can I get a few words on... like... any of it?
Caine stares with a fatigued anger at Black.
Solomon Caine: ...I came here tonight for a fight. No fancy themes or clothes or bulldookieshoes. Jett Draven came for flash and keep-away. Didn't engage once the whole match. That's fine.
Caine pauses to clutch his neck with his left hand and then continues.
Solomon Caine: I lost the battle, not the war. And trust me when I say, I'll win the war.
Caine continues his trudge towards the dressing room as the camera focuses on Black and fades to black.
DOC GREEN(c) vs. LIGERMASK
The scene fades into the backstage area where we see Justin Jehst aiding Elsa with a shoulder rub for her post-match aches and pains.
Jehst: Ya gotta massage these knots out before they get too big...
He does a couple more digs with his thumbs into her upper back.
Jehst: Alright, now for some karate chops to finish off!
Elsa immediately jumps up and turns around, obviously wishing to avoid being chopped.
Elsa: Thank you! I feeling a lot better now!
Jehst: OK, well that was easier than I thought! And hey, I just wanna say, you did well out there. You had her on the ropes, no pun intended. She had to cheat to put you away.
Elsa: I just so disappointed, I was beat her ass, then somehow I let it slip away…
Jehst: It's OK, I got my ass handed to me on Turmoil by a man who lived… or may still live in a box.
Elsa: He former champion, though; is a hard fight.
Jehst: Don't forget that fight you put up against Dragana, also a former champion. We've just gotta piece it all together, we'll get there.
Elsa sighs. Jehst smirks and responds with a playfully sarcastic suggestion.
Jehst: Look, what better reason to drown our sorrows with a few mimosas than our inability to close out matches? Whaddya' say us losers go get a drink?
She smiles, unable to shake the Hollywood man's charm.
Elsa: OK, let's go.
Justin creates a loop with his arm, which Elsa puts hers through before the pair walk arm-in-arm towards the edge of the frame.
Jehst: There's this great place RD Money told me about a while ago…
As his voice trails off and the couple disappear off screen, the camera slowly pans to the left to a darkened corner of a nearby corridor.
A large figure in a dark hoodie and pants turns and slinks backwards into the shadows. The scene fades out.
