Backstage a camera accompanied by OCW interviewer Jim Black enters the 'Mens Competitors' locker room looking for Jett Draven. Upon further inspection Jett is actually down the hall somewhere between production and craft services rummaging through his bag for some wrist tape.
As he turns around, he would sigh and roll his eyes upon seeing Jim Black greeting him with nonchalant dismissive smirk as begins to unravel some tape.
As Jim opened his mouth to speak, Jett would cut him off before he could even get a word out.
Jett:“Promo time again,huh?"
Jett sighs.
Jett: "Whatever, I guess. It's not like you all plan to actually cover me and air this anyway, right?
Jett:
No one sitting on the edge of their seats, eager to hear what I have to say.
Jett:
Since the Turmoil lockeroom, it's fans, and people like you have overlooked me for whoever the next wide eyed, up and comer is.
Jett: But as long as I take to the air, throw caution to the wind, and "Fly Jett Fly" for your admiration only to treat me as after thought once I walk back through that curtain, then that's a good enough spot for me right?
Jett says with a sarcastic undertone.
Jett:"Well I don't fly that way anymore. Not for you, not for the fans, not for Turmoil, not for Riot, not for OCW not for anyone. So you, the cameraman, and maybe the 10 who are watching can go.....well I don't actually care what you do.
Jett:
Whether you want to admit it or not I'm one of the best on this roster and I don't need a championship to define who I am.
Jett:
I don't need to scream to the high heavens, or recant past glories or look for anyone's approval.
Jett:
So why waste my time and energy talking about what I'm about and what you should think.
Jett:
Listen to this, don't listen to this, like me, dislike me, I don't care... ”
Jett takes a seat in a steel fold away chair in front of the Turmoil locker room as he diverts his attention to wrapping his hands and wrist, whilst seemingly disengaged from proceeding with the rest of the interview. Jett: "I'm doing things my own way, talking it easy nice.....and.......slow.
Jett: Anyway you got what you wanted, right? So do us both a favor and see yourself out and go away."
Jim would slowly turn towards the camera and nod, without saying as much as a single word as he realized the interview was being cut short, as he and the cameraman exited the lockeroom to cover the rest of the show.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Well someone things mighty high of themselves!
HMPH!
Tenk vs Tyson 'Cyborg' Wagner
The scene opens with Frankie Highwood and his unnamed accomplice standing in the parking lot of the Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum, with the building standing tall in the distance. Using a streetlight as lighting, the two of them are both wearing winter jackets, doing their best to fend off the cold.
With the camera on them, they clearly seem to be passing something back and forth. Whether it be a cigarette or something slightly more enhancing, it isn’t clear. few stifled coughs from Frankie break the silence in the air.
Frankie: If we didn’t make it clear on Tuesday, we’re not going to waste any time making ourselves known. This business is a war zone, and you have to be willing to take every opportunity to make yourself known...And that’s what I did.
Frankie: Justin Jehst was an unfortunate accident. He doesn’t belong in this business. He’s all rah-rah and excited to put on a great show for the millions of OCW fans...But the sad truth is that he can’t even fill up a bingo hall. And yet, he’s managed to bullshit his way into getting a contract.
His unnamed accomplice having finished her turn in the rotation, she passes whatever they’re smoking back to Frankie. He takes a few quick hits of it before letting a cloud of smoke escape his lips.
Frankie: I get it, believe me. Every good company needs bodies to fill space, but the fact that Justin Jehst, the Jehst Man, is being presented as being on the same level as me is wholly offensive and pretty laughable if you ask me. And yet, next week Justin will be backed up by Danny Boyd -- another failure -- against me and a man by the name of Joseph Diamond.
Frankie: Even though you may have a partner to hide behind, Justin, I’ll be focused on making sure that you don’t make it backstage this time. This thing between you and I is only just starting, and once I’m done with you, I will go ahead and pick off anybody else who thinks they deserve my spotlight.
As Frankie finishes speaking, he pulls whatever he’s smoking up toward his mouth and he proceeds to take a long drag off of it.
Meanwhile, the unnamed woman has been standing nearby, looking up at Frankie as he ranted. She hugs her body tightly, trying her best to keep warm.
Woman: Maria...My name’s Maria.
A quick and unprovoked solution of the woman’s identity is given directly from the source. Maria smiles at the camera before huddling up next to Frankie. He puts his arm around her and the duo walks off as the scene fades to black.
