The scene opens up backstage where Jim Black is standing by John Carter ready to give him an interview
Jim: So John everyone wants to know about what happened last week
John sighs and takes a few moments before answering
John: Isn’t it obvious? We all saw what happened last week. I thought we were going to figure out who attacked my best friend but instead…..
John: Instead I was attacked by my best friend. I still don’t understand why he did it. These past two years were the best two years of my career. I got to team with my friend Jordan Trance and complete the dream I had ever since joining. Together we won the OCW tag team championship.
Jim: Why do you think he did it?
John: I have no clue. I thought we were about to begin our journey to reclaim those OCW tag team championships. We just beat Perfect Storm things were going so well.
John: We could’ve made a case to have a match for those titles at the biggest show of the year. But instead he threw it all away for what? All I ever did was help him.
John: I was the one who saved him from The Family. I was the one who wanted to continue the team afterwards to have three all time great matches against Maxx Storage.
John: I hope he’s happy with himself. He hurt the one man who was willing to always stand up for him. I did everything to make sure he was taken care of.
John: All this talk of me not caring about him was completely wrong. I fought injured many many times to continue defending our titles because I didn’t want to let him down.
John: I risked my career longevity for this man. I still don’t feel the same I felt two years ago. Our title reign put permanent damage on my body but I was willing to do that because I cared about him
John: As much as people portray me as the bad guy I wasn’t. I cared deeply about Jordan and I’m still hurt. If this is what he wants this is what he will get. Jordan I do not take lightly what you did to me. I risked my career for you just to get this in return. So now it’s my turn to do permanent damage to your body
Previously Recorded
We cut to a familiar place these days for Heather Angelo, the doctor's office. Following up behind the aftermath of Rumblegrounds, Heather goes to check on the condition of her previously injured back from the hands of Mrs. Sensation.
You can see the doctor showing Heather her x-rays of her spine.
Doctor: I don’t know how to make this any more clear to you, Ms. Angelo. You’re not going to be able to walk again if you continue to wrestle before your spine fully heals.
Heather rubs the back of her neck and is clearly stressed.
Heather: I’ve been fighting more years than you’ve learned and became a neurosurgeon. I know how much my body can endure before I say I can’t anymore.
Doctor: Perhaps you’re right. But my job is to tell you what can and will happen to you, give you advice and fix the problem. If you walk out of my office with the knowledge I have given you and ignore it, it’s on you.
Doctor: Just a few weeks ago you came into my office limping in pain the day after your match. That was almost the point break of your spine. Just keep that in mind.
Heather takes a few moments to absorb what he says. She continues to stare at her x-rays.
Heather: The biggest event is coming up at my workplace. You’re lucky I’m even seeing you, you and I both know their doctors would clear me in an instant. I will make sure to make it to that event and leave there in one piece.
Heather: Any advice you give me after that night, I will take.
Heather turns away and walks out of the office. She walks towards the elevator and presses the button to go down.
The elevator pings and the doors open.
???: Going down?
Heather looks surprised and walks inside. She is greeted by LARIETTE, who dons a smaller version of her usual mask to conceal her identity outside of OCWFed.
Heather: LARIETTE? Why are you here? How’d you even know I was seeing my doctor today?
LARIETTE: I had asked Mr. Hagen to speak to you after the show. I took him to lunch to explain everything to me.
Heather: How much was everything?
LARIETTE: Do not worry about that. My spouse recently came into some extra money. What I do know is that you cannot keep doing this by yourself. At this point, with Cody having a target on his own back, you need all the help you can get.
LARIETTE: Now with this thing with the new girl, PERL… DNS surely will have extra eyes on you and Cody. Pretty difficult to have to deal with Emp and her goons as is. Plus, now that Blaine is back…
Heather: Blaine never left. It was all a ruse. As per usual from that b**ch. Shianne is too distracted. I got this.
LARIETTE: Hm. Same story as usual, then.
The elevator pings and they hit the lobby. LARIETTE walks out first and Heather hops forward to shout at LARIETTE, causing the rookie to stop in her tracks.
Heather: What do you mean “same story”?! You’ve known me for only two days. You don’t know anything about me.
LARIETTE: I have watched you and admired you for a long time, Heather. I regret being unable to help you… in the past… But now that you are back, you are letting your stubbornness fly in the face of every single person that has your back.
LARIETTE once again tries to walk away quickly towards the exit of the building. Heather follows her.
Heather: Hey, wait a minute. We’re not through yet. I’m talking to you!
LARIETTE reaches her motorcycle and grabs her helmet. Heather snatches it from her and the rookie puts her head down, letting out an exasperated sigh.
Heather: You aren’t going anywhere until we finish here.
LARIETTE: It took you a while to realize you do have friends in this business... But you insist on alienating yourself to the point of self destruction.
LATIETTE: And whether you realize it or not, I understand your plight, more than you know. I know what comes next for you.
Heather looks doubtful and annoyed that her new acquaintance is making such claims. Her surprised gaze begins to narrow as LARIETTE continues speaking, as if a familiar cadence can be detected.
LARIETTE: I cannot in good faith let you throw everything away because of a rash decision. Next week you will get into the ring and confront Empress and demand her to fight you at Wrestlution…
LARIETTE turns from her bike and looks directly into Heather’s eyes.
LARIETTE: But you have to do it your way, not hers. This power she has had, it is what gives her control in every situation. You cannot allow her to control this encounter the way she has in the past. You have to do this your way
Heather: …That never goes smoothly.
LARIETTE: Oh it will. I will make sure of it, whether you want my assistance or not.
Before Heather could react, LARIETTE snatches her helmet back and puts it on. She starts up her bike and revs it up.
Heather gets close to LARIETTE’S ear and raises her voice to say…
Heather: How?
LARIETTE:Hebdomada altera te videre, mi amice.
LARIETTE raises her kick stand with her heel and winks at Heather. She lowers her visor and screeches off leaving Heather looking on.
TAG TEAM TURMOIL PERFECT STORM vs. GRIT & GLORY
The camera pans across a lavish penthouse apartment, the epitome of luxury in the heart of Toronto. The walls are adorned with modern art pieces, their vibrant colours contrasting with the sleek, monochrome decor. A glass display case holds an array of trophies, each a testament to C-Note's dominance.
C-Note, the North American Champion, reclines on an ultra-modern couch upholstered in rich, black leather. He’s dressed in a finely tailored, silk lounge, gold accents on the cuffs and collar catch the dim light of the room.
He casually puffs on a blunt, the smoke curling lazily around his head. On the glass coffee table in front of him sits a crystal tumbler filled with a dark, expensive liquor. The amber liquid glows warmly under the ambient lighting, untouched but inviting.
C-Note's phone is in his free hand, his thumb scrolling through various social media feeds. His expression shifts from relaxed to increasingly agitated as he reads.
"@WrestlingFanatic: C-Note is nothing but a paper champion. Doesn’t deserve that title. #OCW"
"@RealWrestlingTalk: Lucky win for C-Note. He wouldn’t last a minute in the ring with real talent. #Overrated"
C-Note’s jaw tightens with each post. He takes a long, deliberate drag from the blunt, exhaling slowly as he narrows his eyes at the screen.
"@WrestlingWorld: C-Note should be stripped of his title. Absolute disgrace to the sport. #FakeChamp"
"@TrueOCWFans: I better not see C-Note on Resolution. He’s a fluke, plain and simple. #NotMyChampion"
Finally, he sets the phone down on the table and leans back, a smirk playing on his lips despite his obvious irritation.
C-N (puffing out a cloud of smoke): The Money Making Messiah always comes out on top.
He raises his glass in a mock toast to the haters before taking a slow, deliberate sip. The camera lingers on his confident, defiant expression as the scene fades to black.
