The camera cuts backstage to Roy Brown in full attire, walking with purpose down an unknown backstage hallway. After a moment of walking, the camera pans and zooms to reveal Jordan Trance sitting on an equipment crate in the distance looking through his phone. Jordan spots Roy out of the corner of his eye and puts his phone down.
Jordan Trance: Roy! Judge! Hey!
Roy keeps walking, unfazed by the calls of his former tag team partner and comrade. In the corner of the screen, you can see Jordan hop off the crate and speedwalk over to him.
Trance reaches up and taps Roy on the shoulder, which causes Roy to freeze in place. Jordan has a puzzled look on his face as eventually Brown turns to face him with a smoldering intensity. Despite being unable to see his expression through the mask, the air seems to be immediately vacuumed out of the situation.
Jordan Trance: Hey man are you doing okay? You look a little different, why are you a cow? How Now Judge Brown Cow?
Roy, unmoved by the experience, turns away from Jordan and continues walking down the hallway. Jordan continues to express a puzzled look as the camera remains at his back.
Jordan Trance: Dude, don’t you like… Recognise me any more? Did they do a lobotomy on your brain or something man?
Roy turns a corner down the hallway as the camera fades back to the action.
The camera comes in on a quiet, secluded pub, one that an official OCW title card identifies as being located in Ballincollig, County Cork, Ireland.
It's a quiet, rainy night, and there's only a few souls in the well-heeled, rustic pub. "The Banks of My Own Lovely Lee" can be heard playing on a radio somewhere in the back.
Inside said pub, we find Jared MacGregor, Junior. His hair has grown longer, now tied back in a short knot. He wears a sports coat, slacks, and a wine-red formal shirt as he nurses a cigar in one hand and a tall glass of liqueur in the other.
Jared: I did what I set out to do. I broke Jordan Trance's little miracle run. But that alone didn't satisfy me.
He takes a long draw of the cigar, blowing a plume of smoke towards the rain-covered window before continuing.
Jared: I proved a point to myself, yes. To Tiberius Dupree, I'd have liked to think. But at the end of the day, there was no care nor worry from anyone. If anything, they laughed.
Jared: The truth is, I don't blame them for laughing. I'm not a wrestler. My father was, not me. I'm not some naturally gifted second-generation talent. I was a rugby player. Damned good at it, too, but never a wrestler.
Jared: This was my father's business, not mine. I only came here to prove a point... and the legends I despised so much, the men that should have been my father's peers, are all falling by the wayside. Not forgotten, never forgotten, but... stepping aside.
Jared: So where does that leave me? Ambition, Halloween Hell. I face the man behind the mask, Chris Verde.
Jared sips his drink, turning back towards the window again.
Jared: You remind me of someone I knew, once. Same ambition. Same drive. Once I beat you, put those memories to bed... maybe then I'll know what to do.
Jared pulls a cigar case out of his jacket pocket, opening it up and pulling out what looks like a business card of some kind. He looks at it with a furrowed brow and intense concentration, before putting it back in the case.
The camera fades out on the Irishman looking out of the window of the pub, just as a flash of lightning illuminates the country road outside.
BEEFY TRIPLE THREAT TELOS vs. MARCUS MCMICHAELS
vs. ROY BROWN
The scene opens to reveal the office of Interim General Manager EMP.
She is making her way around the room, finding and throwing away any traces of the previous regime, with multiple important-looking papers getting mercilessly shredded, and various pictures of Tiberius Dupree being placed face-down on the a table or simply thrown away.
As she does this, an oddly-rhythmed thumping sound seems to get closer, stop, and after a second’s pause, the door to the office is swung open, and Harri Etiquette is standing in the doorway, the Etiquette Championship in Briefcase Form in her hands.
Harri: Now!
She steps in the office, EMP only vaguely registering her presence as she continues her busywork. Harri’s eyes narrow.
Harri: I said…
Harri takes a deep breath.
Harri:NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR UNDIVIDED ATTENTION.
EMP recoils slightly from the sudden increase in volume.
Harri: I, the undefeated, unparallelled, unmistakeable Etiquette Champion, the first, last, and only holder of the Etiquette Championship in Briefcase Form, welcome you to OCW!
She poses dramatically in the centre of the office. EMP is clearly not amused turns her attention away from Harri and continues to empty drawers full of maple flavored snacks out of the rare Monkey Pod Wood slab desk into the Trash Bin.
EMP: Are you the Housekeeping service I order? Etiquette cleaning? This place is a mess and it smells of old maple.
EMP turns her attention away from Harri and fanning her hand off in a random direction as to say go do something. Harri continues to pose in the center of the room with a confused look on her face.
Harri: Hey! Now, I know you’re new here, so I’m gonna take it easy on you this time, but you’re telling me you don’t know Harri Etiquette, the undefeated-
EMP: Listen Henry, I’m a very busy person. So talk while you clean. You can start in that corner over there. Go…go go go go gogogogogogo!
EMP hands Harri a feather duster and a trash bag. Harri drops the bin bag on the floor haphazardly and uses the feather duster to give the Etiquette Championship in Briefcase Form a quick brush down.
Harri stares daggers at EMP for a second, before looking between EMP and the solid gold briefcase.
Harri: … You’re lucky I’ve gotta get out of here, all this old, dusty shit is getting all over my Etiquette Championship.
She holds the briefcase to eye level, examining it.
Harri: Hmm. Better keep this safe before I Don’t Go To New York with it.
EMP: Are you still here? I don’t hear much cleaning. I hope you don’t think your getting a tip for this service. And I’m not leaving a great review.
EMP takes out her phone and rates the service 2 half stars and starts typing up a review on the service. She stops for a moment looks over at Harri then goes back to typing while chuckling and looking up at Harri every once in a while. Emp snaps a picture of Harri for the review.
EMP: And send...
Harri’s face falls into a blank expression of barely contained anger and she drops the feather duster on the ground. She takes a deep breath, ready to damage some eardrums, but scene quickly cuts to EMP’s review of what she thought was a cleaning service, saving the audience from Harri’s anger.
