The scene opens up with John and Jordan sat at opposite ends of the tables. Sitting at the middle of the table is Stacy Clark. John is wearing a black suit and is staring at Jordan. Jordan has opted for smart casual, wearing a nice pair of jeans, a plain white tee and a suit jacket.
Stacy: Welcome everyone for this sit down interview with John and Jordan. As per JCS the two men are not allowed any physical contact. If either man touches the other they will be suspended.
John: Lucky for Jordan. If it was up to me I’d rip his head off right now. But I’ll wait until we get in the ring to settle this.
John: I have plenty of things I want to know anyways. Just tell me Jordan why? You keep saying I’m selfish and all this but I don’t understand where you got that from
Jordan: You know he wouldn’t even have shown up if you hadn’t put his name first on the call sheet right? Man is so far up his own ass that SERN think he’s a human black hole.Which is funny, because he’s got to be the centre of every universe, he’s powered solely on self-care, if you know what I mean.
John: I cared about you Jordan. You were my best friend. I saved you from your father and his fake family. We were on our way back for another tag championship match.
Jordan: And there it is! There’s what it’s all about now, then and forever John. You only cared about winning those Tag Team Championships. The proof is in the pudding brother dude, you floated between tag team partners like a Lincoln log until you finally tricked someone good enough into helping you win them.
John: That’s not true, I cared about our success. I wanted us to become one of the best tag teams in OCW history. But now here we are broken up after losing the titles like every other team. I thought we were more than this.
John: Unlike most our bond wasn’t formed in hopes to win the tag titles. It meant so much more than that. But you threw that away for what? What does this do for you?
Jordan: It lets me get out from under you John, I’m no longer giving your career the old hawk tuah to keep it on the up! You’re acting like this was all my fault, but after a performance of a god damned life time I managed to pin Quartz. You know Quartz right? The other part of your failed cash in? Yeah. I beat him and instead of looking up to be congratulated I see your stupid ass tron playing and you lapping it all up.
Jordan: You, John, are a thief of joy. You’re a blood sucking rodent. I’m not your scapegoat for why we lost the titles in the first place, I was wrong to take that guilt, because accidents happen.
John: But that was ok I had no problem with what happened. I knew we were going to win those championships back one day, or so I thought. You let the media get in your head. It’s ok though I now know how I made everyone else feel.
John: That feeling sucks. When I get a chance to get my hands on you I’m going to try and end your career. You’re going to see that nasty side of me, the side our friendship made go away. This is personal, I thought we were friends for life but I guess these last two years meant nothing to you.
Jordan: If it was that personal you wouldn’t care about waiting until Lution, you absolute pussy. I’ll wait though, I’m used to waiting for my moment.
John: Oh really how about you meet me in the ring next week then?
Jordan: You must have cannoli in your ears. I’d say I’d wait, you Italians are all the same. All talk but when it comes to step up your spaghetti is a limp mess… I’ll see you next week John, if you try anything then I’ll take the knife out of my back that you put in and stab you with it in the front.
OBLIGATORY 3 WAY DANCE
TELOS vs. SCOTTY X.
The scene opens backstage at Turmoil. C-Note, the OCW North American Champion, is pacing back and forth, phone pressed to his ear.
His expression is a mix of satisfaction and agitation—satisfaction from his announcement earlier in the ring, but clear agitation as his call goes unanswered. Finally, the voicemail picks up and C-Note leaves a message, his tone annoyed and mildly angry.
C-N: Claude, where the hell are you? You didn’t show up tonight with the research I asked for on potential challengers to my title. I needed that information, and you just... disappeared?
C-Note takes a deep breath, trying to control his frustration.
C-N: When I see you next, there’s gonna be a major problem between us. This lack of commitment is unacceptable, I don’t have time for slackers. You’re supposed to be dedicated to the Money Making Messiah cause, I needed that info yesterday. Get your act together.
He hangs up the phone with a sharp tap and heads down the hallway, still visibly irritated as the camera follows him.
C-N: Unbelievable…
The scene fades as C-Note walks with purpose, clearly ready to take matters into his own hands.
THE CHALLENGE
JynX vs. CHRIS GREENE
It’s all gone quiet at the Millionaire Beach Spa and Resort. What usually is a bustling and lively atmosphere has been reduced to nothing but a solitary but familiar figure moving with purpose through the winding corridors inside.
Kareem: Ahh shit!
Kareem ‘Money’ Franklin moves intently up the winding staircases and towards the lift which takes VIPs to the very top floor of the Resort. Kareem presses the button multiple times in succession to summon the lift as quickly as possible.
After what seems like an age, the lift finally opens and Kareem steps inside. He hums to himself nervously as he ascends. The doors slowly open, revealing Tony’s pristine office.
Kareem: Tony! How you doin’, man?
Antonio Everrett slowly turns to face his manager.
Antonio: You know how it is, brev. Just biding our time.
Kareem: Yeah… about that…
Antonio raises an eyebrow.
Kareem: That time might be a bit sooner than anticipated.
Antonio: What? Has the Bingo Bomber finally decided to grow some balls after I exploded his old pair last week?
Kareem: He’s done a little bit more than that, my guy!
Antonio: What do you mean?
Kareem: You… you might want to go and have a look for yourself.
Kareem points to the large glass window at the end of the office. Antonio moves over and looks down, and finds something he never would have expected in a million years…
