After The Clark Effect jingle plays, the crowd around the set applauds while Stacy makes her entrance. She takes her seat, before waving at the audience. The stagehand hands her a microphone.
Stacy: Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to another segment of the Clark Effect!!!
Audience: Wooooo!
Stacy: Today's guest is our former World's women's Champion: Lotus FloJo!
FloJo enters the set not reacting to anything around her. Stacy reaches out for a hug but FloJo rejects it.
Stacy: Now, FloJo, how have you been since...you know...Losing the women's title after so much fanfare?
FloJo: I feel...confused. Not because I lost the title...but because...I didn't know how to present myself as champ. And the people didn't know how I was supposed to be.
FloJo: That match at Devil's night was very important to me. Not only because I won the championship, but because I saved my career.
FloJo: Just so my "fans" could continue to talk shit about me online.
Stacy: Flo--
FloJo: Wait, Stacy. I'm not talking about the ones who buy tickets to these shows. Just the internet know-it-alls.
FloJo lets out a deep breath
Stacy: All right FloJo, where do you see yourself going forward, is the comeback moment that fans are clamoring for???
FloJo thinks about it for a moment
Stacy: Well???
FloJo: No.
Stacy: No?????
FloJo: Yeah. I hate it here. What else is there for me to do? Been there, done that kinda feel. I'm not worried about winning it back. Just gonna wait until my contract expires.
Stacy is taken aback to what she heard from FloJo
Stacy: Wait a min--
FloJo: Ain't no waiting. I said what I said. If you guys have a problem with that-- Before FloJo can finish her sentence and a large figure appears on the set. It's Lunchbox Jones.
Jones: Now excuse me, bitch. What did I just hear you say?
Jones: I just defeated a young brotha named Telos. It's whatever. Just another day in the office. But you worry about the dumbest shit.
FloJo: Tch. Yeah, and?
Jone: And What? It's the truth. Let me tell you why I'm here. I'm here because I wanna show my son that there is a better way. Not making the same mistakes I did his age.
Jones: That's my motivation. So Stick around and keep doing what you do best, beating the shit out of people. I may lose a lot but you still have a lot to offer. That's should be your motivation.
FloJo:Uhhh...Thanks. I will...
Jones: Good. Now get the fuck off the stage.
FloJo walks off the set looking over her shoulder as he turns his attention to Stacy.
Stacy: Wow Lunchbox, that was inspiring.
Jones: Shut up, bitch.
Lunchbox Jones walks off the set taunting the crowd leaving Stacy in a state of shock.
Stacy: I don't get paid enough to deal with that shit...
The scene opens up in the women's locker room. Ashley Moore is the only one in there. She is putting on her wrestling boots for the mixed tag match later tonight.
Suddenly the door swings open and in walks Marisa Xpen$ive. She struts up to Ashley and looks her up and down before addressing her.
Marisa: Hey trick. Listen up, I’m throwing you a bone. Since we have a match tonight I’m pushing back our bikini showdown to next week on the debut of Asylum. I figured you could use more time to prepare to get your swimsuit and body right! We all know you Brits have no taste.
Ashley Moore: Don’t worry for me. I already have something special planned for the contest.
Ashley gets up and walks towards Marisa looking her directly in the face.
Ashley Moore: I can understand that you want to delay it. Getting embarrassed twice on a single show is just too much to handle for you. And besides that I doubt that you will be able to participate once I have knocked you out in our match.
Marisa: You’re funny Ashley. I’m not scared nor intimidated by you in the least bit. I can’t wait to tear you apart in our match tonight. I’m going to shut you up!
Marisa: And then after me and my man celebrate sweet victory, I will show you at Asylum just why I am the hottest chick in the business. Now if you’d excuse me. I have to go get ready. See you in the ring!
MEAT MOUNTAIN
TRE GOLDEN vs. DEREK SMITH
Day XXVII: Wyoming.
The Prophet slipped through the night as he approached a grove of pines. Through the branches he caught the bright shine of a long sought after cabin. With the Angel following out of sight, from a distance, he moves quickly through the woods to peer upon the The Cabin of B17.
He stops at the door and slowly knocks three times.
The heavily bearded Bingo answers. If he was shocked, he didn’t show it.
B17:You’re honestly not the person I expected to find me first.
Bingo chews on his thoughts for a moment before answering: How did you find me?
Prophet: That is a question you wouldn't understand the answer to. Now, being as I came all this way to find you, I have a few questions for you.
The rustic appearance from the outside did little to prepare for the space inside. A modern day collection of appliances and well lit living room greets the guests. A flicker of movement scampers away to a room down a far hallway and the door thuds behind it.
B17: Sorry, she’s not fond of new people.
Bingo turns to view Parker: And honestly, well…doesn’t really matter. What do you want?
Prophet: Simple. Answers. Mind if I take a seat?
B17 nods in response, and the 2 take a seat in the living room.
Prophet: Now, first question, what was the purpose of the B community?
B17: Hope, unity, expression. What are you expecting me to say?
The Prophet frowns upon hearing this response, now looking up at B17 with an intense stare.
Prophet: Jacob, I'm not the same person I was 2 years ago. It will not be easy to believe the fantasies you portray to me. Now, please, the truth.
Prophet: What… was… the purpose?
Bingo smiles, reflecting momentarily.
B17: The B Community was proof. That’s all. Just proof that I could be whatever the hell I wanted to be and that I could be happy doing it. All those damn people whispering how it should be and who it should be and why some succeed and some didn’t. It was my moment to just breathe freely.
Prophet: Better.
Satisfied with the response, the Prophet returns to looking at the ground.
Prophet:Now, why me?
B laughs and walks away momentarily to another room, which Prophet assumes to be the kitchen. This guess turns out to be correct and Bingo returns with two Guiness drafts.
The former Melissa Trance, now Melissa Caine pops her head in and waves brightly to Parker before returning to whatever she was doing before.
B17: Why not you, Parker? Prophet? Whatever the hell you want to be called? You think there is some purpose there? You and Ty weren’t special, you weren’t something never seen before. You were just people that needed help. But you didn’t really want that help did ya? You bucked and refused and fought your way right out of The Lost Boys didn’t you?
Prophet: 'Fought' wouldn't really be the word. Maybe 'pushed' would fit better. Nevertheless, there are more questions to be asked. Now, what caused you to turn your back on Kasstianity, after you turned your back on me as well?
B17: Out of every god damn person I trained you must have been the most stubborn. You didn’t listen, you had it all figured out and the give em’ hell attitude wasn’t gonna cut it. You weren’t cut out for it. As for Kasstianity? When that Gold is within your grasp you get the takers and the fakers. I saw my chance and I took it. Simple.
Prophet: I see. Why give Sparks so many chances then. It's obvious he was just as wayward as I was?
Bingo takes a long drink before answering.
B17: Call me sentimental for broken souls.
Prophet: Thank you, Jacob. Your honesty is appreciated and gave me more insight than you'd believe.
Bingo tips his drink in salute.
Prophet: Continue to watch from afar, Jacob. My truth will be revealed soon enough. I seek not vengeance from you, only an understanding. I won't disturb you any further. Please refrain from interacting with me for the foreseeable future. Only the questioning of your understanding will follow.
B smiles: I think I can manage that, kid.
After pausing for a moment, The Prophet nods to Bingo before getting up from his seat and stepping out of the door, and the door is closed behind him. He takes a few steps back into the woods, then stops.
Prophet: You can come out now.
Surprised by that comment, The Angel comes out of hiding, feigning surrender with his hands up.
Angel: You got me. Did you find the answers to your questions?
Prophet: I did… I'm ready to go home now. They were right.
