The scene fades in to the backstage area. We see Justin Jehst walking back to the locker room, still sweating and recovering from his match with Ricky. As he breathes heavily, walking a bit slower than his normal strut, he looks up to see the cameraman in front of him.
Justin immediately walks up to the camera and grabs the lens, pulling it to his face. He looks into the reflection and adjusts his short hair, pinches his index finger and thumb together, gives them a quick lick before spreading them from the inside of his eyebrows to the outside, making sure they are on fleek.
He clears his throat and backs away to get a mid-shot going.
Jehst: Ladies and gentlemen of the OCW Universe, as you just witnessed, I took out one half of the CCW Tag Team Champions tonight! I wasn’t prepared for Ricky; I didn’t study his script, or listen to his score before this match to get a feel of his in-ring rhythm. I simply let the performance speak for itself with my improv skills!
Justin poses in a position similar to Randy Ortons taunt for a few seconds before theatrically returning to normal.
Jehst: He answered my invitation to audition for me in that ring, and I have to commend him for that; but it was my performance that won the OCW Universes’ hearts!
Jehst: They were so enthralled, I even saw a lady in the audience crying with joy, mouthing “I love you, Jehst” while she made a heart shape with her hands!
Jehst: You see THAT is what I came to OCW for; to give the fans something to savour! Even if it meant their favourite unsafe wrestler has to get his ass beat by OCW’s Leading Man!
Justin goes into a double bicep pose for a few seconds.
Jehst: I honestly think a lot of people underestimate my talent out there. Sure, I’ve taken my lumps, everybody has, but this is my first season here, and I’m determined to get a blockbuster performance against a legend before my time here is done.
Jehst: I’M REVITALISED, BAYBAY!!!
Justin grabs the camera again and pulls it down to his groin before giving his signature hip thrust a couple of times.
Jehst: Mr. Cameraman, you’ve done a great service today, here’s a tip.
Justin pulls a one hundred dollar note from the front of his trunks and shoves it in the cameramans pocket.
Jehst: MIMOSA TIME!!!
The Hollywood Mauler then makes his way past the cameraman and continues on his way as the scene fades to black.
******
Lotus FloJo vs. Cheryl Stixx
Camera goes backstage and you see CJ ODonnell storming down the corridor like a man possessed.
O’Donnell: BRAY! BRAY!
As he continues to shout Bray’s name each time his voice gets louder and louder.
O’Donnell: BRAY! Where the hell are you? You coward. Stop hiding and face me like a man.
The camera finally catches a glimpse of Bray and Ace standing next to a vending machine. As both of them have smirks on their faces. CJ notices Bray and goes charging towards him. Before he can reach him a bunch of OCW officials block him. As they are holding CJ back.
O’Donnell: Let me go!
Bray takes a step forward and CJ swings wildly but misses. As the officials grabs his arms Bray smirk becomes even bigger as then spits directly in his face. Immediately CJ face turns red as Bray begins to laugh in his face.
O’Donnell: YOU ARE A DEAD MAN! You hear me.
O’Donnell is now shouting at the top of his lungs.
O’Donnell: A DEAD Man! I don’t care where or when. I don’t care if the match is sanctioned by the OCW watch your back.
Ace taps her brother on the shoulder as they begin to leave. CJ still trying to get at Bray. As they walk away you can see the fire in CJ’s eyes. Camera cuts out.
******
A round, red, checkers-like plastic piece lies on a carpeted floor as the hustle and bustle of OCW can be heard in the background. The piece is picked up by a taped up hand..
Quartz: “...What a terrible, terrible play! You’re just asking for an ass whooping, Rusty.”
Quartz drops the piece inside of a circular grid, next to 2 other red pieces.
Rust: "Will you shut up!? I feel like you never stop talking!"
Quartz: “I mean - It’s like you’ve never played Connect Four before. It’s pretty embarrassing, honestly. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”
As the camera shows Rust, clearly frustrated and focusing on the Connect Four grid. Beside him are various board games thrown clumsily about, pieces of Monopoly money and an OCW themed Candy Land game (featuring B17) laying around the table.
Rust: "Ha! I got you now!"
Rust Cohle drops his black Connect Four piece in the far right slot, as it slowly drops all the way to the very bottom, not anywhere near another black piece.
Quartz smirks as the piece falls in. He raises PRISTINE SUNGLASSES up onto his forehead, looks right at Rust Cohle… and drops a red piece on top of another… creating a diagonal row of 4 red pieces.
Quartz (Laughing hysterically): “Ahahahaha! Rusty! What the… I mean c’mon! Hahaha!”
Rust jumps up from his chair and knocks over the standing grid, pieces rolling around and off the table.
Rust: "Wh-- You!... Grrrrrr"
Quartz leans back in his chair and continues to laugh as he smugly lowers his PRISTINE SUNGLASSES back down to his face.
Rust: “I didn’t see you laughing when we were playing Battleship!”
Quartz: “That’s because Battleship is for losers, Rusty. Do I look like a seaman to you?”
Rust: “Actually…”
Quartz: “Don’t answer that… Look, Rust. you’re just asking for it challenging me, bud. I haven’t seen someone walk into a defeat like this since Cort Marshall.” Cort Marshall: Speaking of walking in… do I need to walk you over to the trash bin where you belong, Rayban boy?
Quartz’ insult is interrupted, his chaotic laughter in his chair is subdued, as he slowly turns his head to see Cort and Shep. AWOL has arrived.
Quartz: “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the inbred mounties. You know where I come from, they call us the city of brotherly love, but you two seem to have taken that to heart.”
Cort walks threateningly up to the connect four table, leaning over Rust and Quartz.
Cort: Big mouth for someone who hasn’t won a damn thing in this company.
Rust stands up.
Quartz also stands, he reaches down and grabs something from a nearby bag. He unrolls it to reveal it as a newer looking OCW RIOT poster, with Quartz standing amongst other stars, near the right side.
Quartz: You see this? That is yours truly on the front of our newest promotional poster… Weird, I don’t see either of you two on here…
Quartz quickly looks around, clearly pointing out that Cort and Shep have been left off.
Cort: Where did you even get that?
Quartz: I took it from some mouth breathing kid asking for an autograph.
Rust Cohle scoffs at Quartz and all 3 men look at him judgingly.
Quartz: Oh, save it for the Make-A-Wish foundation, you clowns. To be fair to me, he was wearing a TTT brand shirt, so he has to be used to disappointment by now.
All 4 men nod in agreement and murmur sounds of approval. Quartz quickly throws the poster to the side and all 4 men are now face to face.
Rust: So what are you two doing on Turmoil bothering me? Here to lose another match, Mr. USA?
Cort: Maybe you better go back and watch my last one, Rusty Venture.
Quartz: “Maybe you better go back to the tailor… or the gym. When you’re that out of shape, nobody should be subjected to looking at you in a speedo and knee pads.”
Cort: And maybe YOU better go back to playing board games for slow kids.
Rust: Maybe you better tag in and eat another pin in our match. Save yourself the trouble of struggling for 15 minutes beforehand.
Cort: Maybe you better keep an eye on your partner since he seems to have gone little coo-coo for cocoa puffs.
Cort spins a finger around his ear while staring at Quartz, who shares a glance with Cohle. Quartz is about to reply before Shepherd interrupts.
Shep: MAYBE we should all save it for the Pay-Per-View. Gentlemen?
Quartz: Sounds good to me… As long as you two properly thank us for getting you booked there in the first place.
Rust: You know, ‘cause we’re the hottest new thing in the company.
Quartz: And you haven’t been hot since that tag.
Rust: Ooohhhhhhhh.
Cort: Alright, alright, alright. Enough bullsheet. I’m here to tell you two things; one, get ready for our match. Two, play Risk. That’s a real man’s game. And three… good luck against H2O.
Quartz and Cohle look at each other and begin sarcastically holding up 2 and 3 fingers and counting to 3, mocking Cort for his obvious mistake.
Rust: Funny, you’d think you’d know how to count to 3 after our last match.
Quartz: Nice one, Rusty.
Quartz grins smugly and holds his hand up, looking for a high five, Rust awkwardly fist bumps his partners open hand in return, leading to a disapproving look from Quartz.
Quartz: I don’t need luck from anyone. Especially not from you. I’m still in control here and I’m the only one capable of handling the business that needs to be handled… So why don’t you two go practice? Lawd’ knows you’ll need it.
Cort holds his hands up.
Cort: Alright, alright. I’ll leave you two to argue amongst yourselves, since it seems you have as much team unity as Germany’s football squad. But after our match, you’ll be saying…
Cort picks up one of the game boxes, a box of the perennial game night also-ran “Sorry!” He shows it to the camera and nods knowingly, before throwing it at Quartz, who barely catches it. AWOL then make their exit, leaving Quartz and Rust to stare after them.
Rust: That guy gets on my nerves more than you do...
Quartz drops the board game on the ground dramatically and stares intensely… before quickly turning and calmly talking to Rust
Quartz: Yeah… Hey, Rusty, we really gotta figure out this hi-five thing. You’re really embarrassing me out there.
Both men walk away from their mess of board games for the OCW Turmoil staff to clean up after them.
Rust (Getting quieter as the men disappear off camera): Why can’t we just fist bump? I told you I like the fist bump…
