We cut to a lockerroom backstage, where La Estrella Fugaz is clutching her neck and grumbling to herself after her loss to Valkyrie. The luchadora sighs and closes her eyes, leaning back against the wall to get a breather. Just as she relaxes....
???: Para que cante el gilguero, Se la de fruta morada. Y para que yo te cante, Qué me pones enojado. Como si fuera posible, De beber agun salada. ¡Pavito Real, Pavito Real!
Estrella opened her eyes slowly to see who is singing a song that she hasn’t heard since her childhood.
Estrella: AY CABRON!
Estrella jumps fully awake, as she sees Heather Angelo next to her. She’s leaning against the wall, cutting a mango.
Heather: Cabron? Did you not receive the message in that beautiful song I just sang to you?
Estrella squints at Heather, not exactly sure how to respond.
Heather: ...and you call yourself a lucha. Pfft… you have no respect.
Heather walks over to Fugaz with the mango in one hand and the knife in the other.
Heather: Sorry I scared you.
Fugaz waves her hands sarcastically.
Estrella: Oh, no. You didn’t scare me. Waking up people you don’t know by singing to them is toootally normal.
Heather rolls her eyes and sighs.
Heather: I’m sensing, como se dice...fricción. So let me make this swift and painless as possible.
Heather: I came here to talk and see why you’re not in The Queen of OCW Tournament. But after what I saw tonight….
Heather: I see why not.
Heather takes the knife and wipes it clean on Fugaz’s towel that hangs around her neck. She takes a bite of her mango and wipes the corners of her lips with her towel as well, getting… uncomfortably close.
Heather puts her knife away and puts it in her jacket pocket and then walks away. Estrella is left holding the towel, incredulous.
Estrella: America is full of crazy people. Rude, crazy people.
She tosses the towel on the bench and shakes her head, once again trying to relax.
#Austin Lee lowers his head as he begins to slowly pace back in forth inside of the ring. A “Why #Austin Why” chant begins as the video of #Austin Lee returning to attack Solomon Caine begins to play.
#Austin Lee: #Austin Lee returns and the golden question is why did #Austin Lee attack Solomon Caine….
#Austin Lee: No welcome back or anything just….
#Austin Lee: Why #Austin Why?
#Austin Lee begins to mock the OCW universe
#Austin Lee: Why #Austin Why?
#Austin Lee: You all ask as if you forgot just who the hell I am..
#Austin Lee tilts his head up at the OCW universe as a smile grows on his face
#Austin Lee: This isn’t the #Austin from last year that was a shell of himself as he wasn’t fit to compete, who did what he could to survive as he stayed on top fighting the best of the best there was to offer.
#Austin Lee leans down on the top rope looking out into the crowd, the smile quickly fading away to a more menacing look upon his face.
#Austin Lee: This is the real #Notorious, #Genetic Superior who is back to 100%
#Austin Lee: The Savior….#Austin Lee who will thrive , not just survive, as he shapes this universe for the better. #Baptizing those who are deemed unworthy or dare stand in my way.
#Austin Lee: Just like I did to Solomon Caine, that pathetic excuse of a human being.
Jim Black is backstage with Satohiko Hitta, also known as AISU.
JB: So Aisu, what do you have to say to Tre Golden after he accepted your challenge ?
Aisu: I understand that he wants me to prove my worth, he still thinks that I need to prove to him. What the hell are you talking about, you monstrocity ? I don't have to prove anything to you.
He looks straight to the camera.
Aisu: Matter of fact, yes, I can prove something. But not to you. I can prove to each every person in this arena or at home watching, that I am the superior wrestler. That I am the superior individual. That I will be the one taking the Pride Championship of your shoulders. And I'll take your elbows, shoulders and arms in the process.
Aisu: YOU CAN NOT WIN Tre. Don't you hide no more.
Aisu leaves the place and Jim Black on the scene.
Cort Marshall stalks the halls of Turmoil, angrily pushing past staff and fans.
Cort: Hey watch it, gut-boy!
He shoves a poor, innocent, and slightly rotund fan who resembles Randy from Trailer Park Boys. Budget Randy spills his drink, and you hear him moan about it in the background as the camera continues following Cort.
He continues through the arena, reaching the lockerroom section. He passes by a few other wrestlers in the general area, scanning the doors of those who have their own rooms. Name by name he skips past, until one sticks out--it’s labelled, all right, but the original name is scratched out and “GRIMM” is carved into the thick wooden door instead.
Cort doesn’t even try knocking, instead rearing back and planting a big BOOT to the door, knocking it open and slamming it against the inside wall! Cort strides in, only to be met with… darkness. The camera follows Cort, who has paused just within the threshold.
At a closer look, there is one, sole light source in the room; a flickering incandescent bulb that casts a weak relief on the rest of the room. It is enough, though, to make out a figure appearing to kneel in the corner. Low sounds of heavy breathing can be heard breaking the eerie silence…
Cort: I’ve had about enough of this hooey!
He grabs another flashlight from his tights and turns the beam directly at the figure. The light blasts into the mask of Leo Grimm, who raises a hand to block it.
Grimm: Who dares to interrupt my solitude?
Cort: The police, you goddamn weirdo.
He pauses a beat.
Cort: Fortunately for you, no. It’s Cort Marshall. And he has a few questions for you about what the hell you’ve been doing these past few weeks!
Grimm: Well it’s none of your concern, but management told me no more skinning people, so while Camp Crystal Lake and all the horny teens there are safe for now, I can’t say the same for the roster. I may not skin you but I will punish you all.
Cort: Uhh-huh. Punish us all. Funny, that. These past few weeks, I’ve been harassed by a guy in a hockey mask. You wear a hockey mask. Bit suspicious, no?
Grimm: If you believe anything, believe this. If I wanted you hurt, you would be broken. But luckily for you you haven’t stepped into the view of the Dragon and the eyes of Deliverance do not shine on you...
Grimm suddenly stands up and quicker than you’d think a big man could move, he’s face-to-mask with Cort!
Grimm: … yet.
Cort steps back a bit, the height disparity evident as he stares up at the big man! Still, he doesn’t back down.
Cort: So you’re telling me that ain’t you out there playing with the lights and pulling a pearl harbor on the U.S.S.Marshall?
Grimm: No, it is an impostor, but find solace in the fact that it’s not me. You would know if it was, because this conversation would be taking place with you in a wheelchair instead of you boldly thinking you can kick open my door and stand here face to face with the Dragon’s Disciple of Deliverance.
Cort sneaks a look to the left and right, debating whether to just up and get the hell out of there. He decides against it, though, steeling his nerves and standing his ground.
Cort: G-Good. Deliverance! Jolly old time. Y’know, I could help you with that. I worked UPS once. And I need some… assistance against Kasstianity.
Grimm: Kasstianity, the false prophets… hmmm. Well, Mr. Cort “Not the Police” Marshall, you may not be on my list today, but I highly suggest you leave before the Eye of the Dragon focuses on you, and your Deliverance is expedited. Now go before I change my mind.
Cort raises his hands in supplication.
Cort: Alright, alright, I get it, leave now or forever eat through a straw. Cool beans. I’ll uh, just be… out here. Somewhere. With lights.
Cort backs away slowly, leaving Leo Grimm to sit in silence pondering over the events which just took place.
Grimm: Turmoil…
RUST COHLE(c) w/Quartz (c)
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DOC GREEN w/ANTONIO EVERRETT
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