Post by Jessica Morian, Collision GM on Jan 17, 2023 16:00:32 GMT -8
The following backstage segment takes place Tuesday night,
after Collision #153. It would be viewable on NFW's official website.
The camera opens on the outside of the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum after Collision #153 has gone off the air. Arena staff are bringing out trash bags with garbage from the seats and from backstage catering and the offices. The scene focuses specifically on two staff workers bringing out the last few bags with one of them carrying a familiar trash bin at his side.
Worker #1: That about it?
Worker #2: Last bit, right here.
Worker #1: What's that?
He nods to the trash can his colleague is holding to which the man stops and seems to remember he's carrying it.
Worker #2: Oh. This? Yeah...
The man reaches into the trash can and retrieves the charred, destroyed remainder of the NFW Silver Mountain Championship, publicly burned by the current champion, Johnny Towers, in favor of his custom designed title he presented to Chicago at the end of tonight's episode. The two men look at the burned title with somber expressions.
Worker #1: They want it just thrown away?
Worker #2: I mean, they aren't happy about it but what else can be done with it? Poor Mrs. Morian was almost in tears and the Commissioner? Man, I've never seen him so...
There's a pause between the two before the first worker speaks up.
Worker #1: That mad, huh?
Worker #2: Shit. That's putting it lightly.
Worker #1: Yeah, I can imagine. Well...truck'll be here in about half an hour. Toss it in, I guess.
The worker holding the title stares at it's charred strap and peeling plates and sighs, gently setting it on top of the pile of trash.
Worker #2: Let's go home. I need a beer.
Worker #1: Same. Tab's on me tonight.
Worker #2: Hey, thanks man. That Johnny Towers is a fucking dick.
Worker #1: Who you telling?
The two walk away, leaving the scene. The cameraman lingers for a moment, closing in on the title belt (or again, what's left of it.) The sound of foot steps start to draw his attention and the camera begins to pan over to the side before a gloved hand comes across half of the lens, stopping the camera man from looking at whoever it is walking up. The hand comes away from the camera and the other hand belonging to the mystery person, gloved, clad in a long sleeve, reaches out and picks up the desecrated title. They hold it for a moment before pulling it out of frame and the footsteps begin to depart. The cameraman slowly pans over to show the figure, concealed from head to toe in all black: jeans, boots, gloves and a hooded sweatshirt. We can't tell if it's a man or a woman but whoever it is, is taking the old Silver Mountain Championship with them.
after Collision #153. It would be viewable on NFW's official website.
The camera opens on the outside of the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum after Collision #153 has gone off the air. Arena staff are bringing out trash bags with garbage from the seats and from backstage catering and the offices. The scene focuses specifically on two staff workers bringing out the last few bags with one of them carrying a familiar trash bin at his side.
Worker #1: That about it?
Worker #2: Last bit, right here.
Worker #1: What's that?
He nods to the trash can his colleague is holding to which the man stops and seems to remember he's carrying it.
Worker #2: Oh. This? Yeah...
The man reaches into the trash can and retrieves the charred, destroyed remainder of the NFW Silver Mountain Championship, publicly burned by the current champion, Johnny Towers, in favor of his custom designed title he presented to Chicago at the end of tonight's episode. The two men look at the burned title with somber expressions.
Worker #1: They want it just thrown away?
Worker #2: I mean, they aren't happy about it but what else can be done with it? Poor Mrs. Morian was almost in tears and the Commissioner? Man, I've never seen him so...
There's a pause between the two before the first worker speaks up.
Worker #1: That mad, huh?
Worker #2: Shit. That's putting it lightly.
Worker #1: Yeah, I can imagine. Well...truck'll be here in about half an hour. Toss it in, I guess.
The worker holding the title stares at it's charred strap and peeling plates and sighs, gently setting it on top of the pile of trash.
Worker #2: Let's go home. I need a beer.
Worker #1: Same. Tab's on me tonight.
Worker #2: Hey, thanks man. That Johnny Towers is a fucking dick.
Worker #1: Who you telling?
The two walk away, leaving the scene. The cameraman lingers for a moment, closing in on the title belt (or again, what's left of it.) The sound of foot steps start to draw his attention and the camera begins to pan over to the side before a gloved hand comes across half of the lens, stopping the camera man from looking at whoever it is walking up. The hand comes away from the camera and the other hand belonging to the mystery person, gloved, clad in a long sleeve, reaches out and picks up the desecrated title. They hold it for a moment before pulling it out of frame and the footsteps begin to depart. The cameraman slowly pans over to show the figure, concealed from head to toe in all black: jeans, boots, gloves and a hooded sweatshirt. We can't tell if it's a man or a woman but whoever it is, is taking the old Silver Mountain Championship with them.
