The camera cuts in and follows Antonio Everrett, as he makes his way down the corridor and opens his locker room door. He walks in and finds Terra Daturas, sitting on the bench near his equipment. She has her arms folded, looking quite stern, yet still half-grinning through her assertive demeanor.
Terra: I have not heard from you all week, Ant. Is everything okay?
Everrett gives Terra a guilty look and rubs his ear. There’s an awkward silence for a moment.
Everrett: Yeahhh... sorry about that. It’s been a long week y’know? I’ve been trying to lock myself into championship gear, block out all the noise and all that. I’ve not turned my phone on for about a week either.
Terra: I see. That is quite okay. Self isolation can be quite beneficial mentally! Just… Let me know next time. I worry about you!
Everrett squats down to Terra’s level and puts his hand on her shoulder.
Everrett: Look, I’m sorry. I know I should’ve told you really, but this is how it’s always been for me. This is it now, the one thing that will finally make me happy with myself. Sometimes I need some time to figure it all out, you can understand that, right?
Terra sighs gently.
Terra: I completely understand.
Terra forces out a smile, trying to reassure Antonio.
Everrett: Hey, if you worry about me that’s fine, but this is what you wanted me to do, right? This is my path, this is what nature intended. If you’re always focused on what I’m doing, you’ll have no time to focus on yourself.
Terra looks away and wrinkles the sides of her mouth, listening carefully.
Everrett: ...andd you can kick some arse yourself, y’know. I believe in you, so I don’t feel I have to worry about you all the time. So please don't think you have to worry about me all the time.
Terra thinks to herself for a moment, her arms have now unfolded. Everrett’s hand still rests on her left arm.
Terra: I have learned that I can sometimes be too much… but I genuinely care about everybody that has crossed my path within OCW, and that includes you. I guess just watching you continue your growth has caused me to find an unconscious concern for you.
Terra nods and puts her hands together.
Terra: I apologize if I've ever been a bother to you, Ant.
Everrett just pulls in Terra for a hug, who pauses for a second but eventually reciprocates. He pulls away to speak to her.
Everrett: You have nothing to apologise for, I promise. I care about you too. You shouldn’t be ashamed of who you are. In fact,I think it’s great that you care so much. Hey, after the show, we can go get something to eat, we have some catching up to do, eh? I prefer training with you anyway. No more silent treatment, okay?
Terra leans her head into Everrett’s shoulder.
Terra:I can dig that.
Antonio lets out a sigh as both OCW competitors laugh, closing the segment.
The X-Tron Starts Playing A Video Package KD
The P3 Soundstage lights up with the sight of Bubba and Mugen having a staring contest. Mugen is seated behind his desk while Bubba is propped up on a stool opposite him. Drago and Mac watch from the couch, all the while “Fred” is concocting a cacophony of sounds on the drums.
Bubba looks as though he is enjoying himself, his mouth open with his tongue sticking out. Mugen has his hand resting on his chin. He leans forward to try to intimidate the big cat. Bubba tilts his head in response. One of his hairs from his mane just barely touches Mugen on the nose, causing the Lord of the Lariat to become the Ayatollah of…..Allergies. He sneezes.
Mugen: Damn!
Drago turns to the hard camera.
Drago: Oh hi everybody! Didn’t see you there. Tonight we have another great episode of P3 Bonanza for you. Our guest is very controversy!
The Sensational Impersonator stands up.
Sensational Impersonator: I HATE EM!
Mugen: He is a man whose opinion is highly valued in our industry.
Drago: He always have lot to say.
Mugen: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome….P’Melon!
From behind the curtain comes an….average looking guy in spectacles waving at the crowd. He has himself a seat next to Mac and folds his hands. There’s a bit of an awkward silence.
Mugen: So how are you doing tonight?
P’Melon: Why do you care?
The scathing statement by the British-sounding chap draws attention from the crowd.
P’Melon: I’m here on business. I don’t care
Drago: You say you have lot to say about Road 2 Glory coming up. Maybe you have predictions?
Mugen holds his hands out like he’s holding a steering wheel, making car noises.
Mugen: VrrrrrrOOOOOM.
P’Melon: I don’t undastand!
Drago: Get it? Road? Like you drive on it?
“Fred”: My way or the highway!
P’Melon adjusts his glasses and sighs of disappointment.
P’Melon: This will be the worst Road 2 Glory since….the last Road 2 Glory.
Mugen: What was the worst one before that?
P'Melon: The one before that.
Drago scratches his head.
Drago: But is road to Lution! And show isn’t even done and you say is bad!
P’Melon: Lution? Wot do you know about Lution? Have you defeated Nate Ortiz at Lution?
Drago looks rather offended.
Drago: Is biggest show of the year, I’m have big strea-
P’Melon: You’re not even going to have a match at Lution!
The last statement brings the crowd to a complete silence. Drago’s expression turns into one of utter shock. Bubba looks at him with growing concern.
P’Melon: You haven’t been fookin relevant in ages. Your baby, that being Lution, is now someone else’s baby. Your time has passed. Your recent career has been nothing more than a Greek tragedy.
Drago sinks in his couch seat while Mugen looks concerned. Mac starts biting P’Melon at the ankle.
P’Melon: Get your hands off me, you pig!
Mugen: How rude of you sir. You are very rude!
A depressed Drago stands up from his seat.
Drago: I-I gonna step out.
He stands up from his seat and walks past the curtain. A bummed out Bubba follows suit. The Overlord is seen all the way in the back of the crowd with a devilish smile.
Mugen: Old sport, come back!
Mugen turns his attention to O’Melon.
Mugen: I am THIS close to throwing you out of our show. But, as the King of Kindness, I must proceed with the show. Last question. Is there anyone you LIKE in OCW?
O’Melon takes a moment to think.
O’Melon: I don’t get H2O. Is he stupid?
Mugen: FOCUS. WHO. DO. YOU. LIKE?!?!?
Mugen is now staring face to face with the infamous critic, breathing heavily in frustration.
O’Melon: You know who the greatest wrestler of all time is? Smythe D. Wonder. That man is the pinnacle of all things good in OC-
Mugen lets out a pterodactyl scream that pierces through the soundwaves across the galaxy. He picks up his desk with his freakish strength.
O’Melon: BOOT WHY?!?!
Mugen: AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!
He slams the desk onto O’Melon, breaking the table and P'Melon into pieces.
JEROME HAMILTON vs. JOHNNY MILLIONAIRE vs. A.C.COBRA
Backstage at Riot, TY Sparks is staring into a mirror, examining his title and admiring the shine. He arranges the title on his shoulder and grins.
TY: Denim and gold, baby.
He continues to try new poses with his title before we see another figure come into focus in the mirror; Cort Marshall is standing in the doorway. TY grimaces as he turns around, and the cameraman turns with him.
Cort: Don’t get too used to it, kid.
TY: What, you come here to make sure I don’t embarrass you in the ring by dealing with me before the match?
Cort shakes his head.
Cort: I don’t do that kinda thing anymore. I’m just offering a little friendly advice as someone who’s held a few titles in his time; they can be gone before you know it.
TY rolls his eyes and begins sarcastically mocking Cort.
TY: Oh, right, I forgot, you’re a changed man! Justin Jehst palled up with you and now you’re a nice guy who doesn’t mean harm to anyone! Well, gee, Cort, thanks for the advice--should I be ready for the eye poke, the brass knuckles or the low blow tonight?
The all-american steps closer and sets his jaw.
Cort: I’m not nice. I’ve never been nice. And you’re damn right I’d like to knock the smirk off of both you and B17’s faces with the caress of brass. But what I’m trying to do is change--and that’s something you better be looking at yourself, kid.
Cort: You put all that stock in that title, in your pals--all it takes is one bad night to lose it all. Oh, right now you’re on top of the world… but what happens if you make one wrong move? If you get hurt? You think B17 and the rest of the wolves are going to be behind you then?
TY gets in Cort’s face.
TY: Shut it! All you desperate losers ever wanna talk about is how B17 or Kasstianity are going to turn on me. You’re just jealous at the opportunities I’ve gotten. You’re just jealous of THIS.
Sparks shows off the title.
TY: You’re just desperate because you couldn’t keep hold of gold for more than five minutes. Because you creak like a victorian manor with every elbow drop. Because your time is up, and MY time is now. OUR time is now.
Cort tilts his head.
Cort: You might be right. Maybe I am just a desperate old man trying to fool anybody he can into one last shot at glory. Only problem is… if I am, does that make me any less dangerous?
He casts a methodical eye down at Sparks, who looks a little nervous despite himself.
Cort: Watch your back, Sparks. People can change, sometimes even before you see it.
Cort turns to leave, with TY staring daggers after him.
