The tag team element of DDE seem ready for action in the DDE locker room. Christian Garcia is in his ring gear, while Alastair Ross, though casually dressed, is clearly raring for a fight. The two, in a rare moment of clarity, seem to be on the same page.
Garcia: You know, I don’t really need this money, but winning wouldn’t be so bad.
Ross: And you can try all you want, after we throw out three rookies and some sentient wrestling dirt.
Ross: As for me though. I can think of some ways to blow ten grand in a weekend. One way or another though. It’s an easy DDE night tonight.
Garcia: Actually, Ross, you just gave me a great idea. Make it a good night. We’ve been needing to work on our synergy, tu sabe? After that admittedly abysmal performance at Summercide, it’s clear we have some work to do.
Ross: I think I know where this is going.. what you got in mind kid?
Garcia: We get a little practice in. Kinder’s a pushover. Sheldon’s got some talent, but he doesn’t have experience, especially not in a battle royal. Harris Turner’s strong as an ox and tough, too, but he’s brand new. Deaver? He’s a nobody. We could clear this match out in no time.
Garcia smiles, and points at Alastair.
Garcia: And then, when we’re done with them, we settle it like men. After all, you said you wanted a piece of me, back when I was brand new to this company. Think we oughta go ahead and settle that discussion now, so that it doesn’t interfere with our business together, Ross.
Ross: So win or lose this’ll probably take longer than last week.. Maybe I should have brought my gear after all.
Ross looks up at the clock, the time showing that the battle royal was only moments away.
Ross: Well then kid. Guess we better get to throwing. See you in the final two.
Garcia: Save Kinder for last. I owe that boy a receipt.
With that, the tag team partners head for the front, Alastair leading the way.
SCUMCHESTER WRESTLING ACADEMY
CLUSTERFK PRELUDE $10,000 OVER THE TOP ROPE
BATTLE ROYALE CLUSTERFK
DYLAN KINDER vs. HARRIS TURNER vs. CHRISTIAN GARCIA vs. SHELDON TREMBLAY vs. JOE DEAVER vs. ALISTAIR ROSS
A cameraman hesitantly knocks on the door to the women’s locker room, waiting patiently for the signal to let him know it’s safe to enter. Eventually an unknown voice beckons him in.
Tentatively, he opens the door, across the way, leaning against a wall, is Sue Plex. She’s already in her ring gear but seems to have been in the middle or speaking to someone on the other side of the divider.
Eventually, she notices the cameraman and flashes him a genuine smile.
Sue Plex: Hey there sugar plumb, no need for you to look like a raccoon caught in a pumpkin patch… We’re all dressed and proper, except maybe Terra, she’s taking a bit of coaxing to come out round about now.
Terra (from across the room): This is a terrible idea. I hate this.
Sue laughs and shakes her head.
Sue Plex: Oh you don’t mean that sweet pea, it’ll look great!
Terra: There is a reason I do not wear this anymore! I am not sure this is even going to fit.
Sue Plex: Oh I bet it will; oh! Hurry up! That’s our music starting.
Terra: “Our music”?
Excitedly, Sue claps and heads for the exit, the camera swivels to follow her but settles on the divider as we fade to ringside, Terra still hasn’t appeared.
