A COLD OPEN
Hello!
Welcome to the show.
Are you doing well? I hope so.
Oh, don’t mind me, we’re just having a bit of a quiet cold opening on tonight’s show. You might remember past show openings that had some of that old fashioned razzle dazzle, like “man makes forklift error” or “two men have arrived to work exactly on time”, both of which were explosive affairs. Tonight? Much quieter.
We find ourselves in a modest but well apportioned private locker room fit for three. In this case, the three men who are in the current camera shot:
Cecilworth Farthington.
FLAMBERGE.
Tyler Adrian Best.
The three men who have been making something of an impact across PRIME in the last month. Three men with banked title opportunities awaiting them at Tropical Turmoil. Three men who, although aligned, have yet to make their motives clear. Three men with a lot of question marks hanging above them…
Three men who are not looking at the camera at all, and instead have their heads thoroughly buried in their individual smartphones.
The rude pricks.
The camera crew picks up a small smile from Cecilworth as he starts to get his thumbs roaring upon a small phone keyboard. Another chuckle from Lord Farthington as he appears to have sent the message. FLAMBERGE’s eyes reveal nothing, he will not express how the message may have made him feel. TAB for his part gives a charity sideways smile curl on the left of his face, clearly trying not to upset his adoptive Uncle.
FLAMBERGE is the next to have his thumbywumbys in action, which is met with a large smile from TAB and wide eyed concern from Farthington, who gives off the impression that he is considering bleaching his phone in the near future.
We are due to see TAB’s entry into the game, but Cecilworth lifts his head for enough time to notice that a camera man has found himself in the room. Cecilworth quickly slides his phone right back into his pocket, making sure that the camera didn’t pick up a single pixel of his screen display. Clearly irritated at the intrusion, he glances over at the camera for a second, giving an unsettling glare that starts to make the ACE Network’s finest slowly retreat from the room. Cecilworth leaps off his bench and begins to stalk the cameraman out of the room. As the cameraman quickly leaves the room, Cecilworth gives him one last look.
Cecilworth Farthington: no.
Farthington slams the door shut. The camera remains in place for the few more seconds, slowly panning up to the nameplate on the locker room door: