The backstage area is busy with staff, media, wrestlers, and guests all moving along hurriedly to their respective destinations. Lotus Flojo stands in the corner staring at her phone anxiously. She waves at a passing producer before letting out a deep sigh.
Flojo throws her phone into her purse that is draped on her shoulder. She takes a stroll down the hall and exits the arena to get some fresh air. The sun is setting in the Brooklyn skyline and she takes a moment to admire it.
Flojo: It’s the little things in life you miss out on when you don’t stop to enjoy them. I just can’t help but feel like I am floating around right now.
It seems like she gets lost in the moment before her phone begins ringing. She fumbles with her purse for a second, procuring the phone and hastily answering it.
Flojo: Hello?
Flojo listens intently to the caller for a few moments, nodding her head before responding back to the mystery caller.
Flojo: You really think you can help me? I am trying to do things the right way these days. It just seems like I am getting lost in the shuffle of things here.
Flojo listens to the caller closely again. She smiles a bit.
Flojo: That is really flattering, you might believe in me more than I do myself at times honestly. I’m not really sure I can do all the things you say I can now.
Yelling can be heard coming from the phone but the words are coming so fast and furious none of them can be made out.
Flojo: I must say I really dig your passion. You are beginning to make me believe we could be a great team. I want you to push me to be the best I can be again.
Flojo stares back up at the sun that is disappearing into the night sky.
Flojo: After I lost to Deborah at On Deadly Ground I thought Florence Jo the champion was in the past. I can still go with the best of them, I just need to hit the extra gear to reach the mountain top again.
Flojo: I am going to go back inside now, but I appreciate this talk. We should talk more after the show. I’ll call you later. Bye.
Flojo hangs up the phone and begins walking inside as a greenbar commercial begins to air.
GOLDEN IDIOTS
JOHN CARTER vs. TRE GOLDEN
Scene opens in a dimly lit interview area backstage. Two sleek, black leather chairs sit in the middle of the frame. Microphones are positioned in front of the chairs.
The camera zooms in on The Hott Boy, Claudió Stardom and Stacy Clark. The Clark Effect logo flashes on the screen behind them. Claudió is all confidence. He leans forward slightly, sneering into the camera.
Stacy: Claudió, you’ve been making waves lately with your actions in and out of the ring. You've had a lot to say about your goals, but now, fans are starting to question… what’s really driving you?
Claudió laughs at Stacy’s question. A condescending smirk and eye roll follow.
Claudió What's driving me? Do you interviewers ever have a clue?! Me. The Tribal Cheeks. That’s what drives me, toots! I don’t care about these people, these fans, or anyone else in the locker room. What I care about is gold. That’s all I’ve ever cared about, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone stand in my way.
Claudió: You see, Rory and a few others had to find out the hard way that I’m the top dog around here. They know now. And although it’s satisfying to destroy these peons each week, it's not enough! Not yet. See, I’m going for everything. Every title. Every opportunity. If I have to stomp on some more faces along the way, so be it. That’s just the cost of doing business.
Claudió: These other guys? They don’t have the guts. They don’t have the vision. They play the game by some stupid set of rules that I’m not bound by. Naw..not anymore. I’ll break anyone I need to, and I won’t lose any sleep over it. In fact, I love watching them squirm. That’s why I'm the only one who deserves all the glory OCW has to offer.
Claudió: You want a hero? You want someone to cheer for? Go ahead, but not me. I’m not here to play nice, I’m here to get what’s mine. If I have to run through a hundred guys, I’ll do it. No one’s gonna stop me. You want to know what drives me? It’s not glory. It’s not admiration. It’s the satisfaction of seeing everyone else fall behind me as I take my rightful place at the top.
Claudió: And believe me, when gold’s wrapped back around my waist, everyone will know who really rules this place. THE TRIBAL CHEEKS.
The camera zooms in on Claudió’s face as he stares with intensity, the confidence radiating from his every word. He looks back at Stacy who is looking over her cue cards for her next question. Claudió abruptly stands up and takes the cards out of Stacy’s hands. He begins to rip them up into tiny pieces. He throws them up in the air. The shredded cards falling all over Stacy like confetti.
Claudió: Now this interview is over. You’re not important enough to ask me more than one question.
Claudió looks at Stacy with disgust and scoffs at her before walking away obnoxiously. The scene slowly fades out on a disheartened looking Stacy Clark as The Clark Effect comes to an end.
