The door opens. Inside we can see Rust Cohle shouting at a medical personnel.
Rust: Damn it, I am telling you, there is something wrong with my arm, don't you see that ?! My back hurts. What is this place ? You work here ?
Employee: I already checked a million time Mister Cohle, I told you there is nothing wrong with neither your arm and back, everything is fine, you are in great shape.
Rust: Then take another look ! Gosh ! Gimme that !
Rust snatches the tape of his hands as an executive walks in.
Executive: Oh hey Rusty, how you doing ?
Rust: Stop calling me Rusty god damnit ! My name is Rust !
Executive: Yeah yeah kiddo.. Heard you wanted to talk to someone ?
Rust: Hell yeah I wanted to talk ! What was that ? Are you kidding me ?! First you put me in a match against this.. This.. Italian plumber who tried to rip my damn arm, then the week after that you put in a match with a straight up Giant psychopath who walks around with his "dogs", and nobody cared ! I could've easily beat him if I was a 100% but I wasn't ! I only had one arm, thanks to that "Spaghetti Joe" or whatever is name is but those so called "doctors" can't even do their jobs right ! I want justice !
Executive: Ok ok calm down boy. First of all you did pretty well in your first two outtings.. Cyborg is just a Beast and he is a scary dude. Don't worry you'll be fine.
Second of all, although you did good, you didn't really impressed any Gm.. He wants to see more out of you if you want to be successful here. Just saying.
Third, what is it that you want exactly ?
Rust: Oh I want what I deserve ! A fair and square match, with a normal opponent, not some freak or some weirdos like half of the guys who works here.. And some damn tape !
Executive: Oh I see.. Hum.. Unfortunately.. You are not booked for tonight's show.
Rust: WHAT ?! Are you joking ? How is that possible ?! You have to get me on the show ! Look I also have a new ring gear, people NEED to see that !
Executive: I thought you were not 100%, that's what you said, no ? Besides that, the show is already full. Sorry man.
Rust: Give me a mic. We will see if I am not booked.
Executive: Not going to happen boy. But you know what.. I'll give you a chance. I have an idea for you so here is the deal: If you can find an opponent, or a tag team partner for tonight, then we might consider.. But you need to be quick, time is running out. And when I say quick, I mean real quick. You have, let's say.. Hum 20minutes. Not more. Unless your arm is still bothering you, huh ?
Rust: I mean.. Huh.. Yeah.. No! Fuck! What kind of justice is that ?! I don't even know the guys here! That is not fair. AGAIN.
Executive: Well it seems like you don't want to compet, I understand.. That's fine. Get well soon.
Rust: Damn it ! Okey, deal. I'll find someone, just wait!
Executive: Hurry up Rusty. 19 minutes left.
The executive walks out of the room.
Rust: MY NAME IS NOT RUSTY ! God sake ! You there, take this.. And go get some diplomas!
Throws the tape to the doctor and furiously walks out.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Another new face.
To many to count this year. Our recruiting department is doing its thing!
Ding exits the limo that drops him off just outside Ameyoko (アメ横), a busy market street in Tokyo. The sounds of loud foreign chatter fill the air- people bargaining, hawking goods, and native salespeople advertising to try their samples. The delicious smells of local fare tickle Ding’s nostrils but NO! Ding ain't about that fat life no mo. Besides, he's on a mission… when it comes to either food or his cherished International Championship that he welded together with his OWN BARE HANDS… that title is his baybeh.
Ding stops shuffling through the crowd for a moment. He pulls out the crumpled piece of paper that Madison gave him showing the address of where the belt was sent. After reading it over again, Ding looks around.
Ding: Welp, I'm in Tokyo. But I can't read all these little charactahs! Hmm. Wait! Of course, eureka!! Damn daddeh ya gotta use ya noodle more often.
Ding pulls out his cell phone but can't seem to get a signal to find the location on Maps.
Ding: Dang! Hm… well if tha Big Brothas Eye in tha Sky can't help meh, then time ta go with plan B.
Ding taps on his Google Translate app and attempts to enter the characters from the street sign. That doesn't work either of course. Siri just yells at him in her monotone robot voice.
Siri: Your. Fingers. Are. Too. Fat.
Ding yells at his screen.
Ding: I'm not fat, I'm LEAN-FAT!! (Shoves the phone back in his pocket.) Sigh.
Ding keeps walking and looks for someone who might be appropriate to ask for assistance. Suddenly, someone catches his eye. A gorgeous, raven-haired Asian beauty, with porcelain skin and rosy cheeks, and dressed in floral silk garb. He notices she has both Japanese and English signs at her booth, and seems to speak good English as she talks to some tourists.
Ding: My oh my…. ahem.
He notices her name tag. “Mei-Ling”.
Ding: Ahh.. (Ding clears his throat again and gathers his nerves”) Excuse meh, Mei-Ling?
Mei-Ling: Hi! May I help you?
Ding: Ah yes I uh-- (ahem) A daddeh needs ya assistance, sugah plum!!
Ding almost face palms in embarrassment for not being more proper but Mei Ling giggles.
Mei Ling: Oh sugar plum? That's a new one. Aren't you a cutie patootie man. How can I help?
Ding almost blushed.
Ding: I need to find this place. Can ya help a daddeh out?
He hands the paper to Mei Ling and she reads it over.
Mei-Ling: Ah yes, I know this. You go down this way, 10 blocks. After 10 blocks you take a right and then a left. You'll see a giant red Dragon statue out in front with a red and black scaffolding. Can't miss it. Here, I'll write the directions on the paper
Ding: Oh babeh you are a lifesavah! …. A daddeh thanks ya.
Mei-Ling hands the paper back to him with a smile.
Mei-Ling: Anytime. Does “a daddeh” have a name?
Ding: The name is Ding. Bill Ding. I built this citay. Well, not this citay. The one back home. The OC-Dubs… anywho, it's been a pleasure chattin’ And thanks again.
Mei-Ling: The pleasure is all mine!
Ding gives a wave and walks into the crowd, heeding Mei-Ling’s directions and heading to the restaurant.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Turmoil is really highlighting the newbies this week.
You gotta start somewhere Rand.
Cassidy Valentine vs Genevieve
The camera pans to the announce team.
And like that its done.
See you next time.
Scene opens up with Cassidy sitting in the doctor's office.
Cassidy:.......Hgh
Cassidy:....That bitch....
Cassidy says while rubbing her head.
Suddenly there's a knock on the door.
Cassidy: Come in!
The door opens and it's Lotus
FloJo: Hey. Are you okay?
Cassidy: I'm fine. But the doctor said I might have a concussion.
Cassidy: Oh. By the way, I think my opponent was the one who was harassing you...
FloJo:.....*sigh*.
FloJo: I'm glad you beat her then. With her granny panties wearing ass.
Cassidy: Heh yeah...
FloJo: I think it's time to wash my hands with Cheryl...
Cassidy: What are you going to do?
FloJo: You'll see. She'll pay.
Scene closes with FloJo leaving the office with Cassidy applying an ice pack for her head.
***
The scene opens with a shot of the ever confident trio of Cheryl Stixx, Riley Quinn, and Gene walking down the hall while talking among themselves. The audience boos loudly at the X-Tron. Wide eyed, the trio suddenly stop in their tracks.
The camera slowly pans to the other side of the hallway. Standing there was Big Ed with his arms folded. The massive man almost filled the entire width of the hall. He had a menacing grin on his face. Nothing good would come from it. The three women cautiously took a few steps away from the large man.
???: You’re frightening them. That isn’t why we are here.
Ed stepped to the side, revealing Madison Cox. The three women visibly calmed down. Though Ed being close by was nerve wracking as is.
Madison: My apologies. Ed can be a bit scary until you get to know him. Doesn’t play well with strangers.
Madison: But enough about me. My name-
Cheryl quickly chimed in.
Cheryl: We know who you are.
Madison: Then I will cut to the chase. It’s no secret that Cheryl here has it out for Flojo. Going at Flojo directly is unwise.
The trio look among each other as Madison approached them.
Madison: If I had intentions of taking Flojo out...which I don’t, I would most certainly take out Sophia first. Sophia has a soft spot for Flojo, and has already prevented both Halie and Nightmare from taking Flojo out. Sophia is a looming presence over the Women’s division. A division I resurrected.
Madison: Seeing Sophia in pain always makes me smile. If you manage to take her out, I can see about getting one of you a match with Flojo at The Clash. A measure of revenge for that ‘People’s Choice’ award. How does that sound?
Riley: I can get behind that.
Madison: Glad to hear it. I’m rather impressed with the three of you. Seeing women in this business trying to rise up the card without resorting to laying on their backs and opening their legs like Lotus is refreshing.
Before the trio departs, Madison asks for a moment alone with Cheryl. Ed and Cheryl's companions disperse in opposite directions. There was an uneasy tension in the air once the two blondes were alone. Madison then stepped closer to Cheryl.
Cheryl: ...Thank you for the opportunity?
Madison: Speaking of laying on one’s back...I would like to remind you that he is only months away from being a married man. A family man. So whatever ideas you had? Just know that I had them first.
Cheryl: Oh... I don’t know what you're talking about. But, anyway, I really appreciate the opportunity you're giving me. And I'm sure you've had lots of ideas that I might have, that’s why I have a lot of respect for the elders… You’re so seasoned and beautiful… I really want to be pretty like this when I'm at your age.
Cheryl said in a velvety voice that really made her words sound like a compliment.
Madison’s faced turned bright red. If this were a cartoon, there would be steam coming from her ears.
Madison: I’m only twenty one! Gah...never mind. Good luck, Cheryl.
Cheryl came closer to Madison and added, holding with two hands one of her hands.
Cheryl: I legitimately love everything that you represent here, I don’t wanna be your enemy and... these shoes are gorgeous!
Madison: Well...now that you mention it. I love them too! I made Dennis buy these when I was mad at him for something unimportant. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot.
