The camera fades to show Colin Locke walking at an uncharacteristically slow pace backstage. He’s alone, and his head is drooped down, his face a mixture of frustration and disappointment as he continues along the corridor.
Colin: Absolute tosser. Absolute, actual coward, twats just gonna run away all match long and pretend they’re worth something. Christ, it’s actually pathetic.
Colin leans on a nearby wall, stretches out his back and rubs his face before breathing out heavily. There’s a moment of silence, almost calm, and Colin’s face loosens up a little. He breathes in again, closing his eyes as he does so, and lets out another deep breath before taking a step away from the wall.
Colin: Come on, Colin. No point wasting time on this sort of thing, it’s over. It’s done. Whatever it was.
A muffled ringing noise is heard and Colin raises an eyebrow before patting his coat down. He finds his phone, takes it out of his pocket and lifts it to his ear.
???:: Hello, is this a-uhhh-umm… Mr. Colin Lockey?
Colin: Mr. Colin Locke. Yeah, it’s me, who is this?
???: Okay Colon, well, who I particularly am doesn’t really matter at this moment. I just thought I would give you a call and say rough night in the office?
Colin rolls his eyes, and sighs down the phone before replying.
Colin: Nah, mate, great night. Third wheeled a couples argument between Captain Ireland and some other tosser, I feel so privileged to be here. Now, who are you, what’s this about, and how did you get my number?
An obnoxious chortle can be heard from the otherside of the phone call.
???: You dolt, it’s ME, Brian Feinstein! How did I get your number? I can get what I want, when I want, HOWEVER I want. And you’re in for a newsflash Captain Storage Lot-
Colin: I already did the Captain joke
Feinstein: -Mr. Archer has been keeping his eye on you and well.. If you thought TONIGHT was bad then I’m afraid you’re in for a world of even more bad news.
Colin:Archer is here tonight. I saw him. Why’s he getting his lackeys to do his business when he’s physically, literally, within arms reach of me?
Feinstein gasps at the thought of being called a lackey.
Feinstein: LACKEY? Sir! Might I tell you I am a LAWYER, a man of the LAW, a man of WORDS! How DARE YOU! Mr. Archer doesn’t need to be bothered dealing with pissants like yourself. Y’know what..
Feinstein grows quiet for a moment as suddenly Colin’s phone chimes while they’re on the call.
Feinstein: See if you disrespect a “lackey” again, you smug mutt!
Colin takes a look at his phone, swipes his screen downwards, and as soon as he looks at his notifications, his face falls.
Colin: My first lot of the season. You bastards.
Gripping his phone tighter as all colour drains from his face, Colin tries to gather himself.
Colin: The Most Recent Blacksmith. All of his failed inventions. The anvil… You’ve got it all… Did you even let him out of the lot before you bought it from under me? Did you even let him take his belongings with him?!
Feinstein starts losing his mind over the phone laughing. As he hardly recovers himself from having a heart attack he composes himself.
Feinstein: United Archer Enterprises sends our best wishes, Mr. Colon Lockey! Tootles!
The phone is hung up, and Colin can only stare into the distance, mouth slightly agape.
The Camera Pans To The Backstage Area!
*Earlier Tonight*
“The IceMan” Nate Mac, after leaving the stadium in an Uber last evening drunk and his rental car in the garage, parks his Harley Davidson Fat Boy, and heads to the “OCW Staff & Wrestlers Only” entrance. He sees a guy with green and black hair walking towards him, trying to get his attention, but Mac ignores him and flips him off as he continues to the door.
Mac reaches the door as one of OCW’s newest Rookies, Daryll Webster, out of breath from running to catch up to Mac. Mac uses his key to open the door then slams the door, but Webster managed to slip his foot in the door, and let out a little yelp.
Nate Mac talking over Webster not giving him a chance to speak Look kid, IceMan aint signing no fuckin autographs or takin pictures with random fans who I give zero fucks about, oh yeah, Nate Mac ain’t your hero punk.
Kicking Webster’s foot out from the door, slams it shut in Webster’s face then heads to the locker room and interview area.“The IceMan” stops OCW’s own Jim Black walks up.
Nate Mac Like the IceMan has already told you, twerp...I...don’t... care who...it is..
Mac stops mid sentence as a car pulls into the garage and notices the driver. He quickly makes a run for the parked car, pulls the drivers head out of the rolled down drivers window, and starts physically assaulting the driver and screaming obscenities at him with punches, kicks and knees.
Mac ... you Motherfucker...what did I tell you! You wanna embarrass me in front of thousands of fuckin fickle ass bitches in the crowd and everyone of the boys backstage!!? I told you, I fuckin told you!
Halfway out of the car hangs who looks to be Shepard is knocked out from the “Pearl Harbor” like assault.
Mac takes a few steps back surveying the damage he unharnessed with winded breaths. He slowly walks to a rental car and opens the trunk.
The Iceman pulls out the familiar bat he always has close by. He stares at the bat he holds horizontally, then swings it up onto his right shoulder and begins walking slowly back to Shepard, who is still hanging halfway outside the drivers window, blood pooling from the previous attack.
Mac whistling “In Hell I’ll Be in Good Company” from the Dead South, he gives a little skip then another and stops in front of Shepard, grabs and lifts his head up.
Mac laughingly: You look fucked up bro, actually, it may be an improvement, ya dig? I like this look better, you should get your agent to copyright it, oh yeah, I dig it.
Tapping Shepard’s head to wake him, he slowly regains conscious
Mac: Hey there sleepyhead, ]I want you to look at something. See this bat? Maybe a little fuzzy, it’s the one in the middle, that’s the one who’s going to Bash your head like in a zombie flick, if you don’t stay out of my way, ooooh yeah, I know you dig that.
Satisfied with the chaos The Iceman starts walking away whistling the tune again, bat swung over his shoulders whistling the tune again and makes his way back to the main hall. He suddenly stops, stares angrily ahead and throws his bat down the hall falling way short of his intended target.
-Darryl Webster is seen talking with a couple stage hands backstage
Stage hand 1 : Not bad out there kid. Are you liking it around here?
Darryl : Yeah, thanks. I did have a hard time getting in though?
Stage hand 2 : Oh? What was the door locked when you came in? They didn’t give you your key yet? Why didn’t you just come through the garage?
Webster Shakes stares in disbelief; the thought never came across his mind and he just shakes his head
Webster : Give me a break ok, this is my first night at Turmoil and I didn’t know where to park. Actually, I tried the OCW Staff/Talent entrance but the door was slammed in my face by some Prick on a Harley. That dude’s somethin else, I’m not a fan.
Mac HEY!!! I thought I told you to beat feet punk. This area is for the wrestlers, not little multicolored hair little wannabe emo freaks!
Webster: Actually, I am...
Mac grabs Webster by the neck of the shirt and his pants and proceeds to carry him and fling him over the fan barrier.
Mac: Now, When I say get lost, YOU FUCKING GET LOST!!! DIG IT!
Mac angrily walks back down the hall as the backstage hands just stare at Mac trembling in fear because of what transpired.
Mac: What the hell are you all lookin at? You wanna join that punk, I can do this all day, oh yeah!
The stage hands begin scattering and looking down as to make eye contact and prevent any more “situations” as The Iceman stares at them for a couple seconds then heads to the gorilla position,
The Camera Pans To The Rampway!
The scene opens on Blacksmith who, after the confrontation he has just had with Harvey, heads to his dressing room, until he is stopped by a now familiar voice.
Kassidy: What the hell was that out there?
Kassidy catches up with Blacksmith,
Kassidy: You are pushing the wrong buttons all over again.
Blacksmith turns to Kassidy, and with a slight grimace he replies
Blacksmith: Why are you so mad? Don’t pretend that what I said didn’t tickled your ego.
Blacksmith sees that Kassidy's expression hasn't changed
Blacksmith: Remember one thing. I never push the wrong buttons…
Blacksmith: There is a reason behind everything I do. And you should know…
Kassidy: Harvey and I have been many things, friends and teammates have not been one of them until recently and I'm not trying to have my ego be an issue.
Kassidy: Fans, dirt sheets, youtubers, and even peers like yourself can compare us but don't try to use it as fuel for a fight; that's not how we work and if you actually meant your apology to Valkyrie, you wouldn't still be using that either.
Blacksmith: I don’t give a fuck about Valkyrie.
Blacksmith: Really? Did you find out only now that I'm a fucking opportunist? Do you want to know another great truth? You are too. And the fact that you are now pretending to be the good guy disgusts me.
Blacksmith approaches Kassidy menacingly
Blacksmith: Now I'll tell you something, and listen to me carefully because I won't tell it to you again.
Blacksmith: Don't try to intrude on this. Because otherwise I will have no qualms about inflicting the same punishment on you as I will inflict on H2O.
Blacksmith turns to leave, then adds...
Blacksmith: Don't you think that the help you offered me against Caine and his puppet Tucker made me forget what happened a year ago. So try not to give me a reason to do something that I would do with great pleasure...
Blacksmith walks away and the scene fades...
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