The subtle tones of the 80’s hit “Take My Breath Away” can be heard as the camera tries to focus, entering a room of questionable set up. The room is adorned with numerous white curtains, the music intensifies as the camera carries on its journey but it is not alone.
Trance: What in Lucifer's name is this? Where is that weirdo?
Trance growls and continues to push his way through the fabric prison.
Trance: And why did he capitalise shirtless? Why did I even listen? I swear on all that is unholy…
The curtains part, and sitting in front of a pottery wheel, caked in clay is the man, the myth, the confused, B-17. All he's wearing is a pair of shorts and flip flops. Trance stands for what feels like an eternity as B-17 works.
B-17: Take my breath away… YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAAAAAAAAY.
Trance winces at the increase in decibels and approaches from behind, clamping a massive hand across B-17’s mouth, silencing him.
Trance: If you scream or sing I will…
Trance recoils in disgust, looking from his hand to B-17.
B17: Mmm, taste like Oreos…
Trance: Why the hell did you just lick me?! What does this have to do with preparing to crush our foes? You're making a jug!
B-17: It's a vase. It represents our bond of friendship.
Trance: I'm not your fr-
Trance is interrupted, this time by B-17 trailing a hand and clay down Jacobs chest.
B-17: Ssshh… It's okay…We can be secret friends.
Trance let's out a bellow of rage and heaves B-17 into the air, holding him above his head, preparing to smash him into the ground.
B-17: Evasive action hero, evade!
At that, B-17 begins to wiggle, grind and ungulate in the air. Trance panics and drops him with very little care, thankfully for tonight's tag match B-17 lands without harm.
Trance: What is wrong with you?! I don't care what Malu or Wrex do to you as long as we win. Just… Be fu-bleep-ing normal!
B17: Oh… don't you worry, I plan to take their breath away.
Trance storms off as B-17 returns to his pottery wheel, still singing.
The camera pans to the announce team.
The rookies are gonna try and make their mark.
The time is now.
Tekhanu Jr vs. El Hijo De Mistico
The camera pans to the announce team.
Message sent.
Yup yup...
Camera pans to code terror backstage in the locker room before their match against each other.
Code Jackman: I had a feeling that they would do this, put us against each other to qualify for the tournament.
Tay terror: yeah, but it’s whatever, one of us will get the chance to win it and to represent code terror.
Code jackman: hey man, we both want this really bad, but we are the tag champions so we can’t let this get to our head.
Code jackman and Tay terror both glance at the “tag titles” with serious looks on their faces.
Tay terror: This is one night that we have to put those to the side and fight for another prize though, so we’re gonna leave these here in the locker room tonight and completely take the thought of us being a tag team out of our head.
Code jackman: You’re right, this is the one night we are going to have to put this to the side and let the best man win tonight.
Tay Terror nods his head, puts his tag title down in the locker room chair and heads out to the ring.
Tay terror: let’s do this.
Code jackman takes a little longer to look at his title and leaves the locker room to head to the ring after Tay terror’s entrance music stops, and his begins.
The camera pans to the two unattended “tag titles” in the locker room chairs and two unknown guys walk in and look at them.
The two begin to talk to one another, their backs still facing the camera.
Man 1: Looks like they left their “precious” tag titles unprotected. How stupid can you be?
Man 2: No kidding?
The second, shorter man begins to laugh as his accomplice picks up one title. Of course, he picks up the other.
After they pick the titles up, they turn and reveal their faces to the camera. The first man is Joseph Diamond and the other is none other than Frankie Highwood.
Frankie Highwood: I think we should hold onto these for them while they have their match. I mean, we both already beat them anyway. These are practically ours already.
The camera follows Diamond and Highwood as they take the titles out of the locker room to presumably exit the arena, the camera fades to black.
Road To The Gold Qualifier
Code Jackman vs. Tay Terror
The camera pans to the announce team.
He road continues.
Man these high stakes get me hyped.
The scene opens with Captain Alexander Seth Sulivan walking into the arena's back loading dock. His bag is in hand, and Captain Alex is in his dress blues. Captain Alex pauses and looks around before heading down the hall to the locker room. Stacy Clark notices the old Turmoil Superstar and calls out.
Stacy: Captain Alex?
Captain turns at the mention of his name.
Captain: Stacy! How great it is to see you.
Stacy: Are you here visiting?
Stacy looks down at Captain's bag in his hand.
Captain: No Stacy, I am not. Stacy, I am back.
Stacy: Back?
Captain: I tell you what, how about an interview, during the show. I have some things to say, but first, some things to take care of.
Stacy: Of course, just come find me when you are settled.
Captain: Stacy, It's always.
Captain turns and walks away, leaving Stacy standing there with a confused look on her face at Captain's unfinished statement.
