Backstage, we cut to the International Champion Antonio Everrett, walking frantically around the arena. Antonio mutters to himself as he moves.
Antonio: He’s gotta be here somewhere. He said he was getting discharged today. How the hell am I supposed to prepare for this match if I don’t know-
Antonio’s self-monologue is interrupted by a buzzing coming from his pocket. It’s Kareem.
Antonio: Bruv, where the hell are you?
Kareem: Hey Tony! It’s a long story, I’ll explain later, but I’ve got some good news and some bad news, which one you want first?
Antonio: Go for the good news.
Kareem: Well, the good news is EMP told me who’s fighting in the number one contender’s match for your title next week. Bad news is Claudio found out which hospital I was staying in.
Antonio: Wait what?
Kareem: Yeah I know, it’s crazy. Apparently, it’s going to be a triple threat match next week so you’re gonna have to-
Antonio: No, no, no, we’ll get to that in a minute. Where are you? Are you okay?
Kareem: You know me, baby, I’m all good in the hood! I managed to sneak away from that Yakubian ape and get on the first flight back to California before he even knew what hit him! Though he did a couple of shots in before I got away. But what’s important is this: we passing all the way over the USA as we speak!
Antonio: Okay, cool. Back to the good news, who’s fighting?
Kareem: Ah yes. So, as I was saying, it’s gonna be a triple threat next week. And the winner of that goes on to fight you for the International Title at Road to Glory.
Antonio: Bro, did you not hear what I said?
Kareem: I’m getting to that my brother! It’s gonna be the ‘Ice Man’ Nate Mac vs C-Note vs Sanctum’s Sheldon Tremblay.
Antonio nods his head and cracks a smile.
Antonio: Amazing. Finally, some people who are actually deserving of a title shot. I’ll be watching closely next week.
Kareem: That’s right my brother! And don’t forget, no matter what happens, we’re getting paid regardless! That reminds me, I got you a GQ Photoshoot booked for next week, I’ll send you over the details. But for now, I’ve gotta scram, the flight attendant’s looking at me sideways, and I got to start watching some film for my match with Claudio.
Antonio: …Yeah. I’ll leave you to it. Speaking of that. Remember, you've got a job to do. I’m counting on you. Don’t let me down.
Kareem: …
Antonio: Can I get a yes sir?
Kareem: Of course- Yes sir.
Antonio: Thank you.
Antonio abruptly hangs up and puts his phone back in his pocket as Turmoil moves on.
After her match against Alyssa Marceaux, we see FloJo being interviewed by Jim Black while C-Note stands in the background.
Jim: Flo--
FloJo: Apologies ladies and gentlemen, your favorite big titty goth girlfriend ALYSSA MARCEAUX has left the building.
FloJo:Alyssa, you said you were gonna put the locker room on notice but the only thing people noticing right now is your ass getting speared out of your god damn shoes.
FloJo: But let’s get down to business.
FloJo: I've been in OCW for 5 years and I've yet to feel respected, "The family grants me the same care and respect I've begged for from you people for half a decade"
FloJo: All of you marks wanna talk about Terra, about Harri, about TOG, about Kaffe... WHAT ABOUT ME? WHAT ABOUT LOTUS F***ING FLOJO!!!!!!
FloJo: Ain’t that right Cody Hagen and Scotty X my man?
Jim: Whattya gonna do?
FloJo: I’m waging a holy war on this whole god damned division!
FloJo: Terra Dumptruck and Big Momma Grease
FloJo: Shianne Butterface, sorry Shelly but I’m gonna be dealing with some fisting of my own!
Jim: Flo.....
FloJo:PAWNCH
FloJo: Jasmin McKaffe, you need to learn how to make some home cooked meals instead of feeding Micky D’s to your fatass son
C-note and Jim snicker as FloJo continues.
FloJo: By the way, congrats, I guess.
FloJo: But alright you social rejects, If you open the good book of Proverbs Wrath is cruel, Anger is overwhelming, but who can stand before Jealousy?
FloJo: We're done here, Jimbo.
FloJo flashes gang signs as she exits the frame. C-note shakes his head and follows out.
We fade into the backstage area where our HR manager, The Lord of the Lariat Mugen is observing something on the wall opposite him. A wild Young Ryan approaches.
Young Ryan: Mr. Mugen….
Mugen: That's SIR Mugen to you.
Young Ryan: Sir Mugen…..Did the portrait come out ok?
Mugen: It's tremendous! Too bad you don't know how to put it on straight. Dummy. Your parents shoulda called you Dummy Ryan.
The eternal rookie Young Ryan throws his hands up in frustration. Mugen gives him a devilish smirk.
Mugen: What? You gonna cry now?
Young Ryan: You know, I might have attempted to ruin your show in the past….But at least it was fun. You don't know how to have fun anymore. All you ever do now is be an a****** to everyone and pretend to be Emp's boyfriend. Drago was right to ditch you guys.
He walks off, leaving Mugen flustered.
Mugen: Really? You too? Stupid son of a bitch.
He turns back to the portrait.
Mugen: Whatever. Screw him. Screw Drago. I'm cool. Still cool. Always been cool.
He looks around somewhat nervously.
Mugen: Yeah…..
He walks off screen as a figure approaches from the shadows, with a box of spray paint and markers. A security guard approaches him.
Security: Hey, aren't you…..
???: Relax, I just here for some decoration!
Security: I-I…
The guard walks off. The figure cracks his knuckles.
???: Time to get to work!
LATER…..
Mugen strolls through the hallways with some organza shades on. He passes by his portrait and does a double take.
Mugen: What the-
He takes off his shades and crumples them up in his hand.
Mugen: MOTHERFU- WHO DID THIS?!?! SHOW YOURSELF AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
He rages down the halls lariating any poor staff member in his way. Drago Cesar stands upright from behind a box.
