The scene opens backstage in the locker room, where a frustrated Jimmy Henry is throwing his equipment all over the place. He throws one of his wrestling boots at a screen showing highlights from his match with Justin Jehst, all the while shouting to himself out loud.
Jimmy: F*** right off. I had him beat! How did I not win that?
He turns to the camera and addresses it directly.
Jimmy: OK, Justin, I’m sorry but I have to do this. You are going in the ScoreBook. #4 Justin Jehst. It’s nothing personal against you - but you just deprived me of a chance to get in the ring with Invictus, and a shot at the title.
Jimmy: And for that, I need to add you in here - to remind myself that I owe you one.
Just then the locker room door opens……
???: Owe him what exactly? Another win?
Jimmy looks up to see the face of the voice he recognises.
Jimmy: Wrex!
Jimmy pauses. The 2 Scotsmen haven’t seen or spoke to each other since WrestleLution last year - the fallout of which caused Jimmy to be suspended for not appearing at shows, before being demoted to working on developmental and regional OCW shows.
Wrex: It’s been a while spot monkey. Where you been?
Jimmy: Who you calling a spot monkey? I’ve seen junkies that look cleaner than you. I’m only allowed back because some high profile gaps on the roster appeared overnight.
Wrex: Aye well, some junkies probably get paid more than I do. Still haven’t told me where you’ve been since, you know. You and what's his tits left me all along to fight a battle you started.
Jimmy doesn’t reply immediately, a mild look of guilt and regret on his face as he considers his response.
Jimmy: Look I know, I feeked up. I haven’t heard from Joe since either. I decided not to come to the next couple of shows after Lution, and they decided to reward me with 9 months of touring with the absolute bottom-of-the-barrel talent. I considered just packing it in and going back home. Things worked out OK for you though, eh? Mr. Future Investment?
Wrex looks down to the case in his hands, the same case he had more or less stolen eight months ago.
Wrex: Aye, fixing your mess turned out to be a profitable decision in the end didn’t it? And to think, maybe if your useless ass stuck around, maybe you would of had a chance as well. Oh well there’s always this stupid tournament.. Oh wait.
Jimmy nods forcing a smile.
Jimmy: Fair enough, I deserved that. Anyway, good luck in your match tonight. I see they’ve teamed you with your big Samoan snuggle-buddy.
Wrex: Don’t even joke about that, f**king guy has me worried he’ll go after me in the damn match.. Hell is that?
Wrex looks down to Jimmy’s hand and snatches the Scorebook away from him.
Wrex: A notebook? This your little way to worm yourself back into the hearts and minds of those cheap useless c*nts? Least admitting that you couldn’t beat a paper bag showed some heart.
Jimmy: Hey, watch it! Those fans are the reason you even have any wage to moan about every week.
Jimmy snatches his Scorebook back.
Jimmy: This is to keep me going in the right direction, and remind me that I have unfinished business here. I have scores to settle!
Wrex: Against a Hitler Youth, the Charles Manson impersonator, the sexually ambiguous eighties fanatic and some rookie who hasn’t even had enough time to finish that infamous cup of coffee? What a battle for the f**king ages. That reminds me, how’d you manage to lose to that feathered up twat anyway? I mean I know you always manage to s**t the bed in the big matches but.. C'mon man that’s bad.
Jimmy looks straight at Wrex with an annoyed look on his face.
Jimmy: Away ye go, ya bampot, I was unlucky out there! I nearly beat him! Anyway, regardless of what those other creeps look like - they stay in the book until the score is settled!
Jimmy takes in a deep breath, which helps calm him down.
Jimmy: Look mate, your actually starting to annoy me a bit now, so shouldn’t you go get ready for your big, important, “Main Event” match.
Wrex lets out a brief laugh, looking over to one of the monitors.
Wrex: Why? You think I care about this match. All I hope out of this is Malu destroys them or they pick him off. This match ain’t gonna get me eliminated, or lose me my golden ticket. All this involves is one or the other killing each other while I feast on the scraps come my turn. Speaking of that, and a bit of a relevant story, Interested in who I got for the bracket?
Jimmy: Not really, to be honest. I’ve only just lost my match. Apologies if I’m not overly concerned about how the rest of the tournament plays out.
Wrex: Oh but that’s the best part Henry, see I.. fight the winner of your qualifier. So that means, Little ol’ Wrex gets tasked with finishing your fight.. again.
Jimmy stands up and puts one arm on Wrex’s shoulder and attempts to direct him towards the locker room door.
Jimmy: OK, big man. You’ve said your piece, we’ve cleared the air. Time for you to get yourself to f…
Wrex cuts Jimmy off.
Wrex: Oh we are far from clearing the air Henry, but I can see where I’m not wanted. It was “nice” catching up though. I’ll see you once I’ve won this damn thing.
Jimmy shouts after Wrex who has turned to leave the locker room.
Jimmy: Aye, aye, whatever. Break a leg!
The locker room door slams shut behind Wrex which catches Jimmy unaware and momentarily startles him. He punches the bench in frustration, as the scene fades into the next segment.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Austin better keep his eye on these 4.
Randy they better be worrying about eachother tonight.
