The scene opens backstage as we see Lotus Flojo sitting on a foldout chair, tying her boots. From the right of the screen, as it slowly zooms out, we see Elsa Holmberg enter the frame.
Flojo looks up and sees the Swede coming towards her.
Flojo: If you're here to try and hold me against my will again, we won't have to wait til our match to exchange blows.
Elsa: No, no. I sorry about that. I was act so crazy that day. I just want to find this person who attack Terra, y’know?
Flojo: Yeah, well, I get a chance tonight to get back at you for that, at least.
At that moment, a woman who has been terrorising Valkyrie as of late enters the scene from the left; Empress. Flojo stands at the ready as soon as she sees her.
Empress: What are you bitches babbling about? You know you don't have a chance tonight, right?
Both Flojo and Elsa look at each other and then back at Empress. They begin chuckling.
Empress: I wouldn't laugh if I was you. You and Dragana still haven't found the person who attacked your little green-dumb friend, Terra. Who's to say it wasn't me?
Empress: She wouldn’t be the first dumb bitch I put on the shelf. *she looks around the room* Still no sign of Belle. *she giggles a little*
She stares at Elsa with a taunting glare. Elsa's demeanour changes to anger and she starts walking towards Empress.
Empress: Uh-uh-uhhhhh *gesturing “no” with a finger-wag*, you wouldn’t want to get yourself thrown out of this match tonight before it even starts, would you? Flojo looks like she could use a hand in the match. I’m sorry, make that an 'arm'.
Elsa can’t do anything but clench her teeth and stand still, not wanting to risk having a legitimate shot at causing Empress harm tonight.
Empress: That’s what I thought...bitch. Sit down and shut up. Because I’m gonna tell you a little secret.
Empress leans in a little closer to Elsa.
Empress: I'm just in this match to put a hurt on you and Floho as a message to that bitch Valk. So, f*** you and f*** your comatose friend.
Empress turns and begins walking away, singing “Let it Go" from Frozen as she walks out. Flojo turns to Elsa, who is still seething.
Flojo: Don’t worry about that hoe.
Elsa: I’m not worry about her. She should be worry about me…
Elsa leaves the shot, storming off to get ready. As Flojo watches her leave, she rolls her eyes and goes back to lacing her boots.
Flojo: They trippin’ if they take their eyes off me tonight. I can be dangerous out there too...They’ll see…
The scene then cuts to the next part of the show.
C.Q.C(c) vs GOLDEN COBRA
The camera cuts backstage close to the loading dock of the Barclays center as the many crews of Turmoil can be seen running back and forward keeping the ship floating. As one of the groups move by, one of the side doors that lead to the loading dock is opened and in walks Wrex, moving with purpose through the building towards the gorilla position.
Though something seems wrong to one former CCW champion, the time on the watch is right but the match playing seems wrong, this one shouldn't be on so late into the night, but he shakes off his thought and continues moving.
Arriving into Gorilla some faces seem shocked, as in they’re confused as to why he’s here, why would they be? Wrex calls one of the less busy members of staff over.
Wrex: The hell is going on? Why’s the card all messed up, this should be finished by now.
The production staff member seems confused by what he’s saying.
Staff: What do you mean? Everything is on track.
Wrex: No fucknuts, its not. We should be near the main event by now.
Staff: The main event is next!
Wrex: What, CQC decide to no show? Or did AC Cobra get lost on the way here?
Yet more confusion on the face of the staff, other members of production seem to be showing the same look too.
Staff: Wrex, where the hell have you been all night? That is the main event. The original one happened hours ago.
Wrex: The hell are you on about? How the hell did this happen? Who allowed this!?
While the cameras don't seem to pick up the answer, by now the world knows. All but one man and its enough to make Wrex drop into a chair and stare up to the ceiling of the room, almost dumbfounded.
Wrex: Why am I not fucking surprised.. Of course Sensation would leave them in charge! Give one of the power mad psychopaths actual power, nothing can go wrong again right!? Idiot..
Wrex: So what, He’s already gone?
Some confirmation going around production is enough to get the simple message across, Paul Pugh isn't here anymore.
Wrex: I drive all the way out here, to be told the one reason I even decided to leave my flat today.. has already done his job and left? Fine whatever, what the hell happened then?
The bullet points of the opening match are given and them alone are enough to make Wrex laugh
Wrex: So he gets the match started hours early, I imagine catches our dear champion off guard.. And he still can't get the job done! Jesus, this old mutt really has lost it. And on top of that he does it entirely to make sure it was finished.. Hours before I got here?
Sigh.
Wrex: Be honest with me. There’s only one reason he did that, isn't there?
Staff: You really thought what you said was going to be enough to make him quit?
Wrex: No, I just wanted him to understand what happens next isn’t going to be my fault, only his.. I’m washing my hands of what's coming, I’m not going to take responsibility for what happens to him and I won’t apologise for what I do. The blame is on him, and so is the blood.
Wrex: I’m sure he’s watching this right now and laughing his head off that he outsmarted me or something, but just remember this Paul Pugh.. you’ve done this to yourself.
Staff: That’s nice and all but do you mind leaving? We’ve got a show to produce.
Only one reaction is given to this, Wrex looking down to the production staff. With a familiar classic half smile.
Wrex: I am the show, fuck off back to work.
The scene comes to an end, and we return to the action.
As the scene fades in we see Justin Jehst in his new, much less opulent abode. And although the townhouse isn’t a place in the hills, it’s not a trash-heap either.
The carpet in the lounge he sits in is a clean white. The walls are decorated with silver-framed Hollywood and 80’s band memorabilia. It’s a nice place, but much more about the homely feeling than a three-quarter empty Hollywood mansion.
He sits with his feet up on a coffee table covered in OCW magazines. Boxes, un-opened, sit around him. Clearly he has some un-packing left to do.
Reaching into one of the boxes he pulls out a picture frame; it’s a photo of him and Elsa at some kind of fancy Hollywood party. He smiles as he reminisces.
Jehst: Damn...that was a wild night. Almost jumped into the pool off the balcony! Wonder what else is in here…
He dives deeper, pulling out a framed script.
Jehst: Would ya look at that? The first script Elsa ever brought to me as a client...glad I didn’t take that role; that was a flop at the box-office…
He continues to look through the box when he hears something outside his front door. Jehst looks over, stands, and makes his way over. Opening the door he looks out and checks both ways like he was crossing the road.
Jehst: Damn kids…
The camera cuts to show the front door from the driveway. As Jehst takes one final look out to the street-lights of his new neighbourhood, he sighs and closes the door to close out the scene.
