The camera quickly cuts to the locker room as Alexander Thrace presses ice in a bag to the back of his neck. He rolls his shoulders slightly, glancing towards the backstage area before staring towards the door as it bursts open, Damian Bourne holding up his arms high in victory.
Damian Bourne: That’s a win for me. Notch in the column. As if there was any doubt, honestly. You just have to know what you’re doing in the ring at all times. Awareness, capability, control, and ability to adapt with every situa-
Alexander Thrace: You did well, surviving that match. You’re a good opponent. But don’t think that you survived the battle out of anything other than the will of the Gods on this day.
Damian Bourne stopped his celebration, turning to look at Thrace with a confused look in his eyes. He sighed, grabbing his shirt and yanking it on before moving to a crouch, looking Thrace dead in the eyes with annoyance.
Damian Bourne: Do you...not get what happened out there? I hit you with the Bourne Ultimatum. You landed on your back, neck, and head, and were staring at the lights like a dead fish, and you were not...NOT getting back up. That’s it. You lost. This has nothing to do with the Gods or whatever you-
Alexander Thrace: You keep talking. A lot. Like you have something to prove to me.
Alexander tossed the ice pack onto the bench in the locker room, rising up to his feet and taking hold of his helmet, staring down Bourne who instinctively backs up.
Damian Bourne: Do you want me to drop you on your neck again?
Alexander Thrace: Would you like for me to show you what happens when you keep pushing someone past their limits?
Damian Bourne: I saw that in the match. You folded under pressure.
Alexander Thrace: I was pinned for three seconds. You didn’t kill me yet.
Alexander quickly pushed forward, throwing a strike at Damian’s skull, only for Damian to respond with a strike of his own, the two trading shots back and forth. Damian catches the advantage, ducking past one of Alexander’s punches and throwing a hard uppercut into the jaw of Thrace. Thrace backs up for a moment before grabbing hold of Damian by the throat, lifting him off the ground and throwing him against the locker.
Security: HEY! HEY! HEY BREAK IT UP, BREAK IT UP!
The security team quickly races in, grabbing hold of Thrace as two members rush to Damian, keeping him backed away as he tries to break free of them.
Damian Bourne: That all you got?! That’s it?!
Alexander Thrace: This isn’t it Damian. Not by a long shot. You won a battle, not a war!
Damian Bourne: I’ll win a war too you roided out ape! I’ll win every war you wage!
The two continue to jaw jack to each other, Bourne flipping off Thrace as the security continues to pull them apart, pushing Thrace out of the locker room as Damian is left alone, looking towards the ice pack.
Damian Bourne: God...damn that hurt.
*****
As the scene fades in we see Jehst sitting at a wooden desk in his Turmoil locker room. On both the left and right hand side of him lie piles of paper, the majority of which sit inside manila folders. He sits deep in concentration, reading a thick pile stapled together. As he reads he seems to be mouthing something and making gestures with his free hand.
From the left of the screen enters Elsa, more papers in hand.
Elsa: I get more of these from different studios. There one here for new, uh, how you say, ‘Rom-Com’?
Jehst: Who’s the lead female?
Elsa: Margot Robbie.
Jehst: Put that one at the top of the pile.
Elsa folds her arms and looks at him like “what did you say, bish?”
Jehst: Don’t look at me like that; she’s a good actress!!
She unfolds her arms, lifts the first couple of script folders and puts her one in the middle somewhere for Justin to find in the heap of paper.
Jehst: Someone getting a little jealous, huh?
He puts the script he is holding back down onto his desk, stands up, and wanders around to Elsa. Putting his hands around her waist, he pulls her in. Her arms instinctively wrap around his neck and he gets in a cheeky peck on the lips.
Jehst: You know I’ve only got eyes for you, right?
Elsa stares back into Justin’s eyes and lets out a half smile; how can she stay mad at that goof?
Elsa: I knowing that, Justin. I’m think I upset about our studio. We were going to make so much movies, so many film. And now we can’t.
Justin brushes a few rogue, draping strands of hair from her face and tucks them behind her ear.
Jehst: I know. I know it’s tough to swallow. I’m just as devastated by this as you are. But I learned something after dealing with Thomas Archer. I was sucked in by his mind games, and it drove me to the brink.
He loosens his grip on Elsa and with one hand grabs a script off the table.
Jehst: These? These are what’s going to get us back to the life we envisioned. I just have to find a role I can sink my teeth into. And when I do that, I’ll show that treacherous turncoat that I don’t need him; that I never needed him.
Elsa replies playfully.
Elsa: What about me?
Justin plops the script he is holding back down on the bench.
Jehst: Of course I need you, you kiddin’ me?
The pair of lovebirds smile at each other before leaning in for a smooch but are interrupted by the door bursting open. They look over to see Ace has made an entrance and looks to be a little flustered.
Ace: ELSA! I found you! You fight with ME!
Elsa looks confused.
Ace: My FloJo missing. They took her! You replace her on RIOT next week?! Please?!
Elsa looks at Jehst, seemingly for approval.
Jehst: You go with Ace and train, I’ll be fine here reading these over. Show ‘em what you can do.
Ace: Yaaayyy! BATTLE GEAR! YOU NEED BATTLE GEAR!
Ace leaves the room as Elsa gives Justin a peck on the cheek, then exits the room.
The scene then fades to black.
The night is almost done.
Two more to go.
TLBS MATTEO vs CODE JACKMAN
The camera pans to the announce team.
He came, he saw...
He got it done.
We transition to the sight of Drago’s Dojo in the bright and early morning. The OCW Women’s Champion, Dragana, is seen sleeping in her bed. Her “alarm” goes off on her phone at 8:00 AM sharp. Her “alarm” simply consists of the phone vibrating. She slaps the phone, which stops the alarm. She yawns, then gets out of bed. She looks at herself in the mirror, smiling at her messy hair.
She opens the door to the main room and notices Bubba sitting outside of her room panting rapidly. She bends down and pets the lion. The Silent Queen looks over to one of the tables and sees a piece of paper on one of them. She picks it up and it reads…
“Me and Johnny go for public signing thing. I leave you with Bubba. Please feed and give water often, he need it a lot. Thanks”
Dragana: ...
She puts the paper down and looks at Bubba, who has now rolled to his side while grunting. Dragana grabs a plate from one of the cupboards and a piece of USDA fresh meat from the fridge. She puts the steak on the plate and Bubba has himself his breakfast. She takes a small glass from one of the cabinets and fills it with water. She walks back to her room and up to one of the windows in her room. She looks down at a small Dahlia that looks like it’s been growing over time. She pours some water on it as the sun shines.
Dragana: ^_^
Her phone vibrates and she turns toward it. Her phone keeps vibrating and she turns it on to see her notifications blowing up about the next decathlon event between her and Blaine; an arm wrestling contest. Dragana walks back to the main room and looks at the weights in the corner. She bites her lip and shakes her head. She looks toward Bubba, who’s finished with his meal. Bubba grunts at her.
Dragana: !!!
She motions for Bubba to come with her as she descends into the basement. She turns on the light to find a room full of all sorts of items; framed pictures of Drago and Bubba with various wildlife, a box full of different Nets that have been designed over the years, etc. She looks around to see what looks to be some sort of arcade machine. Upon closer examination, it is the arm wrestling game that was previously seen at last year’s Bubba Con.
She reaches around behind the machine and hooks it up to an outlet. She’s startled by the machine lighting up and the speaker bellowing with sounds of gorilla noises.
Speaker: Come challenge me!
She looks up at the machine, looking at the marquee touting “Real Drago Strength” on it.
Dragana: Hmph.
She locks up with the arm and pushes a button to start the match. Bubba props himself up against the machine to get a better view.
Speaker: Three.
Speaker: Two.
Speaker: One.
Speaker: GO!
The match starts and right away, Dragana notices that she has no chance against the machine; no matter her effort, she can’t gain an advantage.
Dragana: Ah!
Her face winces in pain as she tries to fight it, but…….
BONK!
Her arm is slammed down to the other side. She hangs her head down and favors her arm.
Speaker: No redos bubba.
Bubba brushes up against her leg and saunters behind the machine. Bubba bangs his head against the back of the machine a few times before he goes back to Dragana and grunts at her. She nods and challenges the machine one more time.
Speaker: Ok bubba.
Speaker: Three.
Dragana tenses up.
Speaker: Two.
The Silent Queen licks her lips.
Speaker: One.
Bubba wags his tail in anticipation.
Speaker: GO!
Dragana uses all her might this time to fight the machine. A few moments pass where neither side can gain an advantage. Dragana slams her free hand down on the machine in anger.
Dragana: Aaaahhhh.......
She slowly but surely pushes the arm down until she slams the arm down, winning the match. She jumps back and hugs Bubba. The lion licks her face in return.
Speaker: Redo bubba?
Dragana unplugs the machine.
*****
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
The scene opens in Valkyrie’s apartment
She is watching Frozen for the 845th time. We are at the scene where Anna and Kristoff meet Pabbie.
Pabbie: “Only an act of true love…
Valkyrie: ...can thaw a frozen heart.
Valkyrie: This scene gets me every time. I can't… I'm crying...
Valkyrie is now sobbing, despite the fact she knows every single line by heart. A few seconds later, her phone starts ringing. She quickly picks up the call.
???: Sarah. We need to talk.
Valkyrie: It's almost 10pm, I should be in bed. Can't we talk tomorrow?
???: No. I said we have to talk and we have to do it now.
Valkyrie puts the call on speakerphone and makes her way to her bedroom. As she is putting on her sleepwear, her mysterious caller sounds more and more concerned.
???: What exactly happened on Riot 519?
Valkyrie: I had a very… physical… intergender match against B17. I wrestled B17 before, it was nothing out of the ordinary.
???: I mean after the match.
Valkyrie: Moore laid on top of me and took a selfie while I was unconscious.
Valkyrie: As I've said in that interview, it's not a big deal. I have been humiliated in far worse ways last year.
???: It is a big deal to me.
The tone of the conversation is now more serious.
???: You always say you are the Princess of this Fairy Tale. The Princess of Turmoil.
Valkyrie: I am.
???: It seems to me your Realm is not showing you the respect you deserve.
Valkyrie: I am not that type of Princess.
Valkyrie: I don't expect everybody to respect me. I'm like Cinderella. The People's Princess, you could say.
Valkyrie: I'm uncrowned, I'm poor, but I'm always there and I'm always smiling despite all the things the Villains put me through.
???: We met when we were 6 and you still haven't changed a bit.
