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Lyons: Quinn are you in there? [No response. She knocks again. This time the door opens just a hair, then Quinn peeks his head out and looks around. Seeing no one else around he motions Jenna and the camera man in. He locks the door behind them. Quinn is wearing a clean beater, his black combat/cargo pants and his black engineering boots. His long, straight white hair is tied back into a loose pony.] Tate: So what can I do for you Jenna? [He’s obviously checking her out.] Lyons: Well I was wondering if you’d give us your thoughts on your matches tonight and maybe some of the things that have been said about you. Tate: As you know Ms. Jenna I am a man of few words as far as my work is concerned. [She nods sadly.] Tate: However, I will make an exception just this once. [He pauses and clears his throat.] Tate: Ripper. For months now you have been trying to convince me that you are just using me as a means to an end. I do not believe that and neither do you. The fact is this, you have not wrestled in months and suddenly you are on the great stage. Your time has passed old man, no one cares about Ripper any more but you. You are a relic and I fully intend to see that the only place anyone will see you anytime in the future is a museum. [Quinn smirks.] Tate: Wargames will be the biggest match of my career. I have a great team and I am confident that we will prevail. Ripper, after our match you will not be in any position to stand in my way in this match. I still to this very day get asked, “what about Heidi?” What about her? We are both wrestlers, we both want to win. There is nothing between us. Lyons: But during the battle royal you both went after each other and then again in the tag match. You certainly seem to have more than a passing interest in her. Tate: It is just a professional rivalry, nothing more. I think you guys like to make more of it than it is. [Lyons nods.] Lyons: What about what Cole Christenson said about you? Or Avarice? Tate: Let me deal with the latter first. You are a marked man Robert Lancaster, you have but a few hours more with that title so kiss it goodbye and then fade back into the shadows from which you slunk. It may not be me that beats you, but you are going down. [Quinn stands up and unlocks the door.] Lyons: What about Cole? Tate: Cole talks a lot for a guy that has only won one match in how long is it Cole? [Quinn smiles at the camera, no doubt hoping that Cole is watching and seeing that smirk/grin on his face. He motions to Jenna to leave and she complies.] Tate: See you in the ring guys. Remember you cannot stop the evolution. [Fade out.] Crosslatch vs Alex MarkhamNo writer. Winner = Markham via Circuit Breaker [The always arrogant Daemon Curtis is backstage. He fills the screen with his possibly drug-induced bulk and let's not forget, a fedora.] Curtis: Hello Old Line Wrestling! Today we… [As he says 'we' the camera pans back to reveal the entire crew – the crew consisting of Amy Remington at his side, Danny Argus and Billy Killjoy on the right flank, and Minority Uprising on the left flank. They're all in ring gear, except of course Danny and Amy. Amy is dressed business-casual, and Danny is dressed… well he's dressed Fats, wearing baggy worn out jeans and a sleeveless hoody. Daemon's grin gets bigger.] Curtis: Today we will be showing what I can do alone, without a crew. Yeah, ya heard me, they wont be interferin' in anything tonight, that I can promise. [In the background, Lobo – though only a true fan would recognize that it's Lobo, looks at Monstruo, to which Monstruo nudges him with an elbow and shakes his head to signify not to start anything. Daemon doesn't notice and continues.] Curtis: Tonight is about me, the first and the rightful Old Line Wrestling Heavyweight Champ. Tonight I'm goin' into the ring against Cole Christenson and Python, and right there I'm goin' to prove everyone wrong – I'm gonna prove that I'm better than Christenson. Then later on, in War Games, against every other talent in this company, I'm gonna prove that I'm not only better than him, but I'm better than Avarice. [Daemon gets a little more serious, his grin turning a few shades of resentment.] Curtis: I can't help but say it again, but that title should still be around my waist. Daemon Curtis should be known as the first and ONLY O-L-W Heavyweight Champ. This isn't about becomin' a two time champ, this is about provin' that I should be setting the standard for all Old Line Champions to come. If I get that title back, I'll defend it every god damn show – any challenger that wants a shot at that belt only has to come to me, and I'll ask management personally to set up the match. [Daemon shakes off the ensuing rant and returns to topic.] Curtis: Enough about that – that's the future. At present, I'm about to set the course for the future, by leading my team through War Games and taking the top gold – and tonight, no man can stop me. [Back to ringside.] |