ONE STEP BACK
Backstage we go, specifically to the locker room, where Nathan Filmix and Nate Colton are recovering after their match with the Winds of Change. Their spirits are low after their defeat; Colton sits on a bench with a towel covering his head, while Filmix stands near the lockers, two of which are sporting new dents. They’re still in their ring gear, although Nate Colton is finally unlacing his boots.
They probably don’t want to talk to anyone right now, but maybe someone wants to talk to them. That someone is PRIME’s junior interviewer, Simon Tillier.
Simon Tillier: Hello again, PRIME fans! Simon Tillier here, backstage with Nathan Filmix and Nate Colton, who just suffered a tough defeat at the hands of the Winds of Change.
BANG!
Simon jumps at the sound of Filmix punching another locker. Colton looks up at the intruding announcer and drops his towel to the floor.
Simon Tillier: Gentlemen, how are you feeling after your match?
BANG!
They’re gonna have a hell of a repair bill.
Nate Colton: Not great, Simon. Obviously, we wanted this one real bad. A win meant a chance at being the number one contenders for the belts, and we let that slip through our fingers.
BANG!
Nate Colton: Yeah, we’re not happy.
Simon Tillier: Now it’ll be the Winds of Change moving on to Great American Nightmare to face whoever loses from Survivor.
Nate scowls at the mention of the team that just defeated him, but he presses on.
Nate Colton: Credit where it’s due; those guys did a hell of a job tonight. Shame we didn’t have a mannequin to help us.
Simon Tillier: So what’s next for your team, then?
Nate Colton: We want to get back in the win column, and as fast as possible. And if I know my man Filmix, he’s gonna want to put his hands on someone, real soon.
At the mention of his name, Filmix turns for the first time, locking eyes with Simon.
Simon Tillier: Do…do you agree with this sentiment, Mister Filmix?
BANG!
Tillier nearly jumps out of his wingtips as Filmix slams his elbow against the locker, then wheels around and walks right up to the announcer, getting entirely too close.
Simon Tillier: You’re invading my personal space a little–
Nathan Filmix: You’re DAMN RIGHT I do. I’m ready to hurt someone, and I don’t care who it is. Could be those musician idiots, or the lover morons, or some pipsqueak little announcer–
Nate Colton: Hey! Kid’s just doing his job, leave him out of it.
Filmix growls at Simon again, but walks back toward the lockers. Tillier breathes a little easier.
Nate Colton: I’m just glad he’s on my side.
Simon Tillier: Understandable. Tonight’s loss also leaves you without a concrete plan for Great American Nightmare.
Nate Colton: That’s true. I just hope Lindsay Troy knows that no matter what her plan is for us at Nightmare, I’m ready and willing to step up the challenge, and I’m sure that goes double for my man Filmix.
BANG! goes the locker again, causing Simon to twitch and Nate to half-smile.
Nate Colton: The kind of mood he’s in, I wouldn’t want to fight him.
Simon Tillier: Thank you, gentlemen. Nick, Richard, back to you!
BANG!