The faint sound of the music pumping through Mick Overlast's headphones is the only noise heard inside the WZCW locker room. Having just completed his workout, Overlast sits in a folding chair in front of his locker, bobbing his head and mouthing the words to the song, his eyes closed as he tries to lose himself in his own little world. His concentration on the music is soon broken when he feels a hand on his shoulder. His head instantly snaps up and his eyes open, and he turns to see Blade standing behind him.
Overlast: Glad to see you felt like showing up for this.
Blade: I told you we were in this together until the very end.
Overlast stands up quickly, pushing the chair aside so that it falls over on its side on the locker room floor. He extends his arms and his face starts to turn red, as he's obviously angry with Blade's comment.
Overlast: Then what the hell was with you at Ascension? First, you show no emotion while I'm tearing up the locker room after my loss; then, I do my best to help you win and you don't want it? Why am I even wasting my time with this, man? Is THIS the way you want to go out? Being stuck on the C-show, in a meaningless tag team match with two guys who were just thrown together? I don't even know how you can even live with yourself. It's like you've lost all your passion for this.
Blade: I already said this as well. Our cause was all for naught. We were never going to be successful. Not with Bateman and Ty going at it with their cronies. It's time for me to let it go.
Overlast shakes his head and paces in front of his locker before slamming his fist against it.
Overlast: Well, it may be time for you to let it go, but damn it, I want to beat Cooper's ass at Aftershock. Promise me you'll give me your all.
Blade studies Overlast's face, as he doesn't give an immediate response. The tension is broken by footsteps entering the room. Both men break their glares to look at the figure who has walked into the room.
Leon Kensworth: Gentlemen. Am I...interrupting?
Overlast looks at Blade, then shakes his head again and gives an exaggerated sigh.
Overlast: No, Leon. Have a seat. Let's do this.
Kensworth pulls up a chair and sits down, while Overlast picks up the chair that he had knocked over and sets it back up so he can sit back down. Blade chooses to stand beside Overlast.
Kensworth: Mick, I'll start with you. Talk about your thoughts after your loss to Johnny Scumm at Ascension. The fans saw you tearing up the locker room after the loss, so it must have hit you pretty hard.
Overlast rolls his eyes.
Overlast: Pretty hard, Leon? That's the understatement of the year right there. Kingdom Come is the biggest event that this company puts on, and I'm not in it. You know what makes it even worse? It's the fact that I wasn't pinned. I didn't tap out. I didn't technically lose that match, but somehow I get screwed out of the title match. After this event, I will walk into the office of whoever's running this damn show and I will demand a shot at the champion. That's for sure.
Kensworth: Blade, it's pretty much a foregone conclusion that this will be your last match in WZCW. Anything you want to say to the WZCW fans that have followed your lengthy career?
Blade: Not really.
Overlast arches an eyebrow and looks at Blade, a little angry over his short answer.
Overlast: That's all you have to say?
Kensworth quickly works his way back into the conversation before Overlast and Blade go at it again.
Kensworth: That's, uh, good enough for me, Mick. Don't worry about it. What about your opponents at Aftershock, Joseph Greaves and Justin Cooper? Mick, this'll be the second straight week you face off with Cooper.
Overlast: You know, it really seems like Cooper has a habit of getting in my way. His inability to do anything right inside the ring cost ME a shot at the Elite X Title at Kingdom Come. And you have to wonder if each loss he suffers festers inside him, almost making him doubt himself. He'll sit on his fake throne inside his little compound and tell his servants that everything is OK, but who wants to follow a loser? Nobody. Maybe they'll finally start to see that, or maybe they're so gone that they can't think for themselves anymore. And that's a shame.
Leon, I don't need a bunch of ass-kissers to tell me how good I am. I know I'm good, and I know I can only get better. The last few months haven't exactly shown that, but I've been...held back.
Overlast briefly looks over at Blade as he utters those last couple words.
Overlast: Anyway, I am confident that at the end of the night, I will raise my arm in victory.
Kensworth: Blade, you're looked on as the old guard of WZCW. The three men that will be in the ring with you are relatively new. What are your thoughts on this possibly being a passing of the torch?
Blade blankly stares at Kensworth, again unable to foster a response in a decent amount of time. Overlast, agitated by the silence, gets up and kicks the chair over before storming off.
Overlast: I'm done with this shit! Interview's over!
Kensworth watches Overlast leave the room, somewhat startled. He looks back at Blade.
Kensworth: Was it something I said?
Blade: Not at all, Leon. But that's enough for now.