Iijitu and Spider are standing backstage with Jim Black. Iijitu has the REAL World’s Championship draped over his shoulder. Spider, with mic in hand, begins...
Jim Black: Gentlemen with Summerc.....
Ryu snatches the microphone from Jim and shoves him out of frame!
RYU: AND STILL…
The crowd erupts in boos
RYU: How Dare You. Your boos mean nothing to me. I’ve seen what makes you cheer. I saw you cheering Dumb Onion at the end of Summer Fest, I know how bad your taste is.
RYU: But I expect that from you all, I mean you honestly thought Boob had a chance at withstanding the New Storm.
RYU: But what surprised me was Rustin, Tony, and…
Spider shakes his head and snaps his fingers, turning around to look to Quartz for a prompt, Quartz shrugs
RYU: And the Cabana boy crawling right back to Daddy Nate.
RYU: You guys had potential, but as long as you’re all in Nate’s shadow, you’ll be losers.
Quartz: Antonio Everrett, I have gone to war with you many times. I have seen your talent, but still... I am not surprised that you continue to lack the confidence to stand on your own legs… Now you not only take a back-seat to Rust Cohle, but Nate Ortiz as well. Hmph.
Quartz: Some world champion, Spider.
RYU: That may be true but he’s a Main Event Loser, a World Championship Loser.
Quartz: Meanwhile, I’ve dropped hall of famer after hall of famer and will continue to do so.
Quartz: Unfortunately for most of you, Bobby Minio was just not good enough to get the job done. He can enjoy his fancy HOF jacket. I’m still the one holding this company on my back. I’m still the one carrying this championship and that is not going to change anytime soon.
RYU: It's more than a little obvious if you look at the main event. Which one of those boys won at Summerfest?
The world champion shakes his head, but no smile approaches his face. He remains stern and serious as he responds.
Quartz: They’re both clearly losers and have proven themselves to be my inferior on many occasions… Cort Marshall may be a former 2-time pride champion, but I am not concerning myself with him right now.
Quartz: Harvey Ocean.
Quartz: I told you that once I was done with Bobby, I was going to ruin your life the same way you ruined mine.
Quartz: Now it’s time to pay the debt you’ve inherited. You better pray Cort Marshall defeats you tonight in the main event, because if he doesn’t, your fate will be accelerated.
ROOKIE DEBUT SHEPARD vs. JOE DEAVER(r)
We open to the back area of Turmoil 270, outside of El Primero’s locker room is none other than Dennis Dillinger. Dillinger is pacing back and forth with occasionally pounding on the door of the locker room.
Still with no answer coming from behind the door Dillinger looks defeated. He throws his hands in the air as eventually Christian Garcia comes into frame.
Dillinger: God dammit, LET ME IN. I have been calling this man for hours and been standing outside this door getting lord knows how many scuffs on my gators waiting. CHAMP! BIG MAN. C’MON PRIMERO, OPEN THE DOOR.
Garcia: Dennis, Dennis, calmate. It’s been a rough couple of weeks for DDE. You know how Primero can be. Let me talk to him.
A few moments pass by and eventually the door handle twists and the door cracks open.
Calling out from behind the door we hear Parca.
Parca: Just. Garcia. Dennis, I’ll be in touch with you soon.
Dennis looks flabbergasted as Garcia opens up the door into a dimly lit room where there appears to be a viewing station in the middle of the room.
The monitor on the left has DDE vs. Puro Country, the middle monitor has Aries Perfect Circle from Devil’s Night 2010, and the right monitor has Tony vs. Parca. Dillinger looks back and forth before throwing his hands up muttering to himself outside.
Parca takes his seat once again as he starts watching the middle monitor. Garcia looks around the room and just sees water bottles on the floor, and granola bar wrappers scattered all over the place.
Garcia: Least you’re eating. This isn’t good for you, though, man… what are you watching? Old tape?
Parca pauses the middle monitor right as Aries taps out Dorian Arnaud with the Nightmare Lock. He spins around as he is now facing Garcia.
Parca: He just tapped out one man. And he has two more men to go. He has to beat three men to retain his championship. Do you think he’s gonna be capable of doing that? Defeating three men in one match with no breaks?
Garca: I, uh… Primero, I ain’t gonna lie, I don’t know what’s going on here.
Parca ignores Garcia’s comment as he plays the video once again. Dorian makes his way out as Vincent Valmont comes out as Aries second challenger.
Once again, just like Dorian, Aries prevailed and tapped out Valmont with the Nightmare Lock. He pauses it yet again and once more faces Garcia.
Parca: See? Now he didn’t just defeat one man no, he now has defeated TWO men in ONE match with no breaks! Let’s see if he can pull off the hat trick yea?
Garcia knows better than to reply as Parca plays the match once again. Valmont rolls out of the ring recovering as the last entrant, a masked man makes his way into the ring.
The two continue to battle it out but Aries hits the masked man with the Serpent Sting Super Kick. Aries covers the masked man, 1-2-3. He retains his North American Championship and yet again Parca pauses the match.
Garcia interjects as he sees Parca turning toward him again.
Garcia: I don’t see how this is helping-
Parca: Tell me. How is it… Aries, can beat THREE MEN! IN ONE ****ING NIGHT!! But you and Ross? Can’t BEAT TWO!? ESPECIALLY TWO WHO YOU HAD THE UPPER HAND ON!!
Parca plays left monitoring showing the final seconds of the DDE vs. Puro Country match. Garcia is outside of the ring as Aisu covered Ross for the 1-2-3.
Parca: You SAT there! AND WATCHED! Ross lose that match for not just you, him, or me, but ALL OF US. Is DDE a joke to you? Am I a joke to you? Is everything we’ve been through a GOD DAMN JOKE TO YOU!
Parca smashes his hand on the desk as he plays the final monitor on the right that plays Tony vs. himself. First we see Parca go through a barricade, and hit with The London Eye.
Parca pauses the match right as he kicked out of the first London Eye.
Parca: Grit. Determination. Resilience.
He hits play again as we see the moment where Parca dove through the ropes and hit a DDT on Everrett on the outside. He slides Ev back into the ring and goes for the pin.
As Ted was about to hit the three count Parca picks Evs head up and slams it on the mat. He pauses the match but this time doesn’t turn toward Garcia. He shoves all the monitors off the table and flips the table over.
Parca: STUPID! IGNORANCE! FOOLISHNESS! What WAS I THINKING! I-i-i just don’t get WHAT WAS GOING ON IN MY HEAD!!
Parca stands up and whips the chair into the wall as he crumbles down into a ball.
Parca: I had it right there Christian.. I literally had the CCW Championship right in my fingers!
Garcia walks over and sits down next to Parca as he starts running his hand across his back calming down Parca.
Garcia: We all make mistakes, man, it’s part of life. What matters is how we take those L’s and turn the losses into learning. Casa Del Campeon wasn’t built in a day, Primero.
After hearing all of the ruckus inside of the locker room, Dillinger comes in and flicks on the lights. Seeing the scene Dillinger looks stunned and is speechless.
Dillinger: Urgh, GAH. This can be fixed. All this. The locker room and especially you. Listen Primero. The big money comes from shining in the big moment… Right. The greatest anyone in the entertainment industry has ever seen have all had missteps.
Garcia and Parca stand up as they see Dillinger. Parca takes a few steps aside from Garcia and collects himself.
Dillinger goes to continue before his ears perk up at something making its way towards the three of them.
Dillinger: Shit-
Suddenly, Alastair Ross enters into the room seeing the destruction.
Ross, immediately looking at Parca, pipes up.
Ross: What the **** happened in here Miguel? Were you like this when I smacked you around or this a new thing? Stop moping, get up and try again, this is just ******* pathetic.
Garcia’s eyes shoot open, his initial shock giving way to a simmering rage as he steps between Parca and Ross
Garcia: You watch your ******* mouth, the last thing DDE needs right now is to implode after one bad night.
Dillinger: Let’s all take a deep breath, eh? I’ve invested a LOT into you three for a reason. Everyone just calm down.
Parca clears his throat as he looks at Garcia, then Dillinger, and finally back to Ross.
Parca: You’re right Dennis. Let’s calm down, collect ourselves, and regroup. Hiccups happen and speed bumps do occur in the grander scheme of things. But this? Nah, this doesn’t get ignored. This is one man’s fault.
Parca’s eyes shoot over to Garcia.
Parca: You know exactly who I’m talking about it’s that fat, hillbilly, insufferable Mark Reese!
Parca:
This is all his fault! If he would’ve just stayed away and not stuck his nose in our business everything would be okay! But no we can’t do that we can’t have the easy way.
Parca: So Dennis, you’re the man of the hour. What’s your idea, hm? Any grand plan or regroup idea ya got swirling around in that big magnificent brain of yours?
Dillinger: In fact, yes I do.
Dillinger: You know what you three are lacking? Chemistry.
Parca, Garcia, and Ross all look at one another questionably
Dillinger: That’s right. Something that seems to be a BIG issue everywhere in this god forsaken company… But guess what? El Parca, Christian Garcia, Alastair Ross… and Dennis Dillinger Enterprises... ARE BETTER THAN THIS COMPANY… AND ANY KIND OF THIRD RATE STANDARDS THIS PUTRID LOCKER ROOM HAS SET.
Dillinger: So here’s the deal. Not only are we all going to get on the same page under one banner, but we’re going to put our $6,000 gators on the throats of these other so-called “groups”.
Dillinger:
We’re a conglomerate. We fight under a funnel of god damn money that is never going to stop flowing as long as I am the one filling at the top!
Dillinger takes a deep breath and straightens his hair and suit jacket after his speech.
Dillinger: Tonight is the last time anyone so much as smirks at Dillinger Enterprises the wrong way… unless they’re willing to pay that price.
After a moment, Garcia and Parca slowly nod to each other. Garcia lifts his fist and daps up El Parca, then both men turn to Alastiar Ross, who stands there with his arms crossed and scoffs.
He shakes his head and punches his fist into theirs quickly as a smile wipes across the face of Dennis Dillinger.
Dillinger: Now… Let’s get some minimum wage jackass in here to clean up this mess.
The scene fades as Dillinger rips his cell phone out of his jacket pocket.
We fade backstage to the sounds of whispering cold. After a blurry transition, we see Terra Daturas leaning against an equipment box. She watches a nearby television showing her lunging towards Lotus FloJo, the woman who conquered her at Ladies Night Round 4.
She continually rewinds the footage over and over, not allowing the tape to reach the end where she was struck with the final Flosault.
Suddenly…
???: I thought you did great.
Terra snaps her head around angrily, with her expression shifting to surprise as she sees the man behind her.
Antonio Everrett: You showed them all that this is the best women’s division out there, right?
Terra does not respond, rather looks Antonio up and down, before fixing her eyes on the CCW Championship.
Antonio: Look, I’m sorry I haven’t been around for a while. Things just picked up with Dominion after End Games, and then I had to go back to London for a while just to find myself. I tried to call you many times, but honestly, I should’ve just come and spoke to you then.
Antonio: And then when I did come back, it was right before Wrestlelution.
Terra, remembering her defeat to Valkyrie the night after Tony’s incredible victory, winces at the mention.
Antonio: Yeah. I’m sorry. I didn’t think you wanted to see me before your big match.
Terra shakes her head, peeking her gaze back up to Tony’s eyes.
Antonio: Well… of course I did. I thought you did great. Not just last Friday for that matter.. I mean, you’ve become one of the biggest stars in a stacked women’s division. Main eventing Consequence as well for christ’s sake. You have done so much on your own and you don’t give yourself enough credit, really.
Terra: I’m…
Terra winces again and shakes her head, almost in disbelief at the encounter that is happening before her.
The CCW Champion laughs a bit to himself.
Antonio: Listen, I’m not expecting you to forgive me. I just wanted you to know that I wish I could’ve done more.
Terra: You?
Terra still cannot find the words and trails off before completing her sentence.
Antonio: Well if you’re not in the mood for talking that’s fine, just come and find me when you’re ready. And if you never feel ready, that’s fine too.
The world champion adjusts his championship on his shoulder and nods at Terra before walking off. After a few moments, Terra starts breathing heavier, throwing the remote at the television and storming off camera…
