We cut backstage to Gorilla Position, where Antonio Everrett is helping Cort Marshall to the back as a result of the attempted attack from B17 and T.Y Sparks. He sits him down on a nearby bench and Cort releases a low grunt in pain and holds his head.
Cort Marshall: Y’know, I really thought I had that one. Maybe Kasstianity WOULDN’T pull something after the match, right? Maybe TY Sparks, ego incarnate, could take a hard fought loss with some grace?
Everrett chuckles and puts his hand on his shoulder.
Everrett: After all these years, you may have finally taken one too many hits to the head, mate.
Cort thinks for a moment.
Cort:*mumble mumble* seventeen, then carry the three, *mumble mumble*… nah, I should be good for a few more. Anyway. What’s in it for you, helping me?
Everrett: Are you joking? You thought I was going to let those dickheads take advantage of a guy who just fought hard for a victory? Nah, I’ve got just as big of a problem with them as you do now, so it doesn’t hurt to make some friends on the way, eh?
Cort: Well, if you really wanna make nice… grab me a bottle of that ol’ Milwaukee’s Best™. Legally uncertified painkiller.
Everrett: Time for drinking will come later. For now, I think we can have a little conversation about the Kasstianity sized elephant in the room. Because by the looks of it, your old friends seem to have... capitulated on themselves. So, just so you know, if you need someone to watch your back, I wouldn’t mind roughing up those freaks some more.
Cort leans back a little bit, thinking about the offer.
Cort: You’re awfully trusting for someone whose tag team partner tried to end their career over jealousy.
Everrett: Hey, you know what that’s like too, eh?
Cort smirks.
Cort: That I do.
Cort extends a hand to Antonio.
Cort: All right then, you did me a solid. Good luck at Road to Glory, and I owe you a drink.
Everrett: I have no doubt I can knock Sparky down a peg. I like your style, maybe I’ll take you up on that offer of that drink, may have to bring a friend with me if you don’t mind.
Cort: What, British people are allowed to have friends?
Antonio grins and shakes Cort’s hand as the scene fades out.
The Camera Pans To The Ramp!
* Kat walking to her uber after the match, the cameraman walking behind her*
Kat : I hope everyone saw that and I mean everyone.
I know I proved that I'm back. So thots get ready for the real deal.
Matches are not only won by 1 2 3s but in dominance. I've been around a long time and now it's time to cement my legacy.
Open the door!
* Uber driver dashes out and opens the door and grabs her bags. Then Kat gets close up to the cameraman *
Kat : This is a notice to every woman here, this psycho is out of the asylum and going to rip through the entire division. Toodles!
ROUND II WREX vs. EL PARCA(c)
A plume of dust fills the screen as the tires of Justin Jehst’s Corvette Z06 bring him to an abrupt stop outside Leo Grimm’s cabin home. He looks out into the night, checking the porch for movement. His phone vibrates and he pulls it from his pocket.
Jehst: Cort… “Don’t go out there alone. Dangerous. Safer here at arena. No dragons.”
He pushes the off button and stuffs it back into his trouser pocket.
Jehst: Sorry pal, I gotta do this…
He opens the car door and enters into the cool night air. Trudging forward he comes to the locked chainlink fence, whining in the wind. Jehst stops and yells out.
Jehst: LEO!!!
Nothing but the wind howling and birds of the night crowing.
Jehst: Fine…
He gives the fence a look over and a quick shake to test its stability before muscling himself over into the yard. Jehst dusts off his Bladerunner shirt and light-blue jeans before regaining his focus on finding Grimm.
He steps forward. Once. Twice. Thrice.
From around the sides of the cabin emerge four large, menacing Rottweilers, eyes burning yellow. They stop as Justin halts his movement, just standing still with saliva slowly dripping from their underbites. The porch door opens, and in the darkness we see only the light reflecting off the eyes of Leo Grimm. Jehst begins to walk forward.
Jehst: There you are you son of a b---
Grimm lifts his hand and the hounds march forward, meeting every step Jehst takes. He stops. They stop.
Grimm: You were a fool to come here, Justin, but I knew you would. See, that’s your Pride at work - carving you a path you shouldn’t walk. The dragon knows the dangers of this path - he can guide you.
Jehst: There’s no way in hell I’d ever surrender myself to you and your wacky Dragon schtick!
Grimm: You won’t have to surrender, Justin. With the Dragon’s guidance, I will break you down. I will force you to see the error in your ways, and bring you the Deliverance you require…
Jehst: Why don’t you call your dogs off and face me like a man, huh? Quit hiding behind this magic act!
FWWW---SLLAAAMMM!!!!
The door flies closed. The hounds begin barking and running towards Jehst. He hastily turns and leaps over the fence with the help of a healthy dose of adrenalin, coming to a dusty collapse on the other side.
He picks himself up and faces the cabin as the dogs continue to bark and posture up on the fence in front of him.
Jehst: We’re not done, Grimm, you hear me?!! We’re not done!!! You’ll have to meet me face to face sometime!!!
He spits out some dust that got in his mouth and wipes his clothing off once more before getting in his car and racing away down the gravel road.
