In the backstage area, Colin Locke is walking along a corridor, and it is clear by the spring in his step and the cheeky smile on his face that his leg is fully healed and he’s back in match shape.
As Colin makes his way along the hallway, he looks down another passageway for a moment, walking past it before stopping abruptly. He raises an eyebrow, and leans back to have another look at what’s down that passage.
The camera points to where Colin is looking to reveal OCW Champion Ijitu Quartz in full street clothes inside an open locker room. The camera then cuts back to Colin, who looks like he’s suddenly had an idea, slipping into the locker room gracefully before patting the World Champion on the shoulder.
Colin: Hey! It’s the guy from Locke & Key, how’re you doing, you looked solid winning that no disqualification boxing match against that blonde guy the other week.
Quartz stares back with a look of confusion on his face. He looks left, then he looks right.
Quartz: Who- What? What do you want, Locke?
Colin: What you didn’t see? I scooped that cobra guy who got you waving your snake about. Then, while you were dealing with Poundland Logan Paul, I scooped Archer a bunch of times, it was great.
Colin looks left and right and lowers his voice a little as he leans in to Quartz.
Colin: So, who’ve you got for me next after I’ve dealt with Solomon later? Got any fun props to announce it with? That’d be great.
Quartz: Did Spider send you over here?
Quartz places his phone in his shirt pocket and takes a step closer to the OCW rookie sensation.
Quartz: Listen to me, top-coat. What happened out there earlier tonight? That can easily be you. I know you realize that. These little fun-time games between me and Spider? They’re done. I don’t know who you are facing next and quite frankly, I don’t give a rat’s ass.
As Quartz steps up to Colin, Colin stands his ground, but as Quartz talks, Colin’s expression changes. He is no longer smiling like he’s got a great practical joke up his sleeve, and he’s standing up straight and still rather than slouching or bouncing about.
Colin: Jesus…
Colin glances away for a moment before meeting Quartz’ stare once again.
Colin: Yeah, you’re not joking about that. Nah, I came here on my own, I didn’t let Archer’s boys piss me about, so I’m hoping you’re just getting the last few jokes out the way, and you don’t actually expect me to take requests from your sidekick.
There is a moment of pause, and Colin seems to loosen up a bit as he raises an eyebrow, questioning Quartz.
Colin: You can’t think this is a good idea, right? Big dominant champion dealing out unfair beatdowns and stepping up to a rookie. I’m probably the best rookie to step up to, but, nah, you cannot think this is the right thing to do, right?
Quartz’ demeanor changes after hearing the comment, his brow raises and he lets out a quiet laugh before shaking his head.
Quartz: “The best rookie to step up to”, huh? You know what? It’s no wonder you served Thomas Archer a double helping of scoops.
The champion stretches his neck and lets out one more scoff of a laugh.
Quartz: That right there… That’s what you have that he doesn’t have. Even without the 20 years of experience inside that ring that I have, you have the absolute nerve to step to THE World Heavyweight Champion just a short time after watching what I’m capable of…
Quartz: ...And you tell me that you’re the best one to step to. That’s the kind of thing you need in this business and it’s exactly what makes me the greatest professional wrestler on the planet.
Ijitu Quartz regains his violent intensity and removes his PRISTINE SUNGLASSES to look directly into Colin’s eyes.
Quartz: Because of that nerve, I’m going to let you turn around and walk out of here.
Leaning back for a moment, Colin goes to put his hand in his pocket as if he’s about to retrieve something before Quartz addresses him again.
Quartz: ...and stop coming to me about your matches, Mi Amigo.
Colin pauses for a second before moving his hand away from his pocket, shaking his head and exiting the room after giving Quartz a nod that seems to say ’right, fair enough.’. The camera follows him as walks off and he turns into another hallway, and once he’s out of Quartz’ sight, Colin has a moment of realisation and stops in his tracks.
Colin: Wait, “Mi Amigo?”. He’s not… What?
A door slams in the distance, and Colin’s signature smirk creeps back onto his face.
Colin: You know what, I reckon the game’s back on.
TRE GOLDEN vs. SHEPARD
Polite but firm applause echo around the chamber, Lady Caleigh stands in front of her flock, most notably Morgan Blackheart and Joanna Silver.
Caleigh: Sister Joanna, please. Rise from the floor and come to me. This calls for anointing.
The gathered sisterhood begin to whisper amongst themselves. The Lady raises a palm, hushing them as Joanna approaches, bowing her head in reverence. Caleigh licks her right thumb and gently places it on the top of Joanna’s head, a smile tugging at her lips.
Caleigh: My sister, you did well. The task was completed, but what do we say?
Joanna’s head tilts upwards as the Lady removes her thumb.
Joanna: We must always do better.
Caleigh: Yes, we must always do better. Do you hear that Sister Morgan? Sister Morgan who brought shame upon The House, Sister Morgan who must strengthen her Faith. Do you hear those words, do those words live within you?
Morgan gulps, and tries to clear her throat to address TheLady.
Morgan: Y-yes, Lady.
The Lady shakes her head.
Caleigh: No! That is not good enough, we do not stammer, we do not stutter. Within the House of Faith we are certain and we are clear. Do you understand me?
Morgan meekly nods.
Caleigh: Look at Joanna, she overcame playground insults to show just how strong her Faith is by ensuring that heathen Valcano was prepared for enlightenment. Meanwhile…
The Lady sighs, placing a hand on Morgan’s head like a disappointed mother.
Caleigh: You keep letting me down, do you not believe in me? Do you no longer wish to be part of our family?
Morgan stammers.
Morgan: N-n-no my lady! I’ll be better, I swear.
The Lady removes her hand.
Caleigh: I trust you, and as such I expect you to repay my trust later this evening. If you fail to defeat Terra Daturas then I am afraid I will be required to take from you my pound of flesh.
Morgan visible squirms.
Caleigh: Face, back, legs… No, I would never mutilate my children, I am not a monster, but mark my words, should you fail me again there will be repercussions Morgan. Be better, be more like Joanna.
The Lady gestures with her hand towards the exit, a warm smile accompanying it.
Caleigh:Now go, spread the word and enlighten the Child of Gaia, it would be beneficial to us all to instil the view of the Third Eye within her.
The Lady swivels from her flock and approaches a pedestal, upon it is an envelope, the flap is sealed with a wax crest, the crest of the House of Faith. She scoops it up and fans it slightly, offering it to Joanna.
Caleigh: I require you to deliver this to the non-believer, Valkyrie. I trust you can perform this task.
*Scene opens as 'Dynamite' Darryl is in the parking lot smoking a cigarette*
Darryl: Been a bit since I've last appeared. things have been a little weird for me since i have gotten here. hazed, pranked, some good people, some not.
*takes drag of cig*
Darryl: I get BOGUS directions and for the hell of it, a fucked up battery switched into my car, and someone stole my phone just to FUCK with me so I couldnt call ahead.
*Paces around a bit*
Darryl: I tried asking for help .. but look at me, I'm a loser baby. Nobody wants to help me, or is afraid of how I dress. I get it, I'm different!
Darryl: I don't walk like you, I don't talk like you, I don't act like you!
Darryl: I'm not the typical "OCW" Guy. They call me a gutter punk, a waste of a roster slot! That I should be in a smoke filled gym scraping by for a hotdog and a handshake. But I ain't! I'm here I'm at the big show!
*Takes another drag*
Darryl: And tonight t, Ty Sparks, I have nothing against you that bell rung, and all of that frustration was handed out to you. This loser may have started a chaotic chain of events... who would have thought..
*pauses*
Darryl: I've always kept the motto "Life's a bitch" etched in my mind. but this son of a bitch doesn't go down without swinging. And to WHOMEVER has been fucking with my travel abilities, I'm going to find you.
Darryl: I don't care how big or how bad you are, you could be the biggest dog in the yard, but you aren't going to outdo the fight in this one. PLUS I'm sure you know right where to find me.
Darryl: I'm a loser baby.....but just try to kill me!
*Takes one last drag and stomps it out and walks off*
