WHAT’S THE LADDER?
Nick Stuart: Before we continue on with the action, our intrepid reporter Simon Tiller is standing by!
We cut to backstage as Simon Tiller, microphone in hand, stands in front of a logo-emblazoned PRIME backdrop. He’s as dapper as ever with a broad smile across his face.
Simon Tiller: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time – FLAMBERGE!
FLAMBO enters the frame in a teal zip-up hoodie and navy jeans, munching away on a bag of Cheddar and Sour Cream Ruffles.
Simon Tiller: I can’t help but notice – it looks like you’ve ditched your previous partnership with the French brand, Brets Chips – would you care to comment on what sparked this decision?
FLAMBERGE doesn’t respond, instead choosing to pull another orange-dusted chip from the bag while giving Simon a saucy wink.
Simon Tiller: …fair enough! FLAMBERGE, despite being one of the youngest faces of the PRIME roster, you’ve had a fair amount of success in the shark-infested waters of PRIME. Ever since your win over Darin Zion at Great American Nightmare, you’ve made it clear that your eyes are set on climbing the lad-
FLAMBERGE: There are five names on my list. They know who they are. Darin Zion was not one of them. Garbage Bag Johnny was not one of them. Both are worthy competitors with the pedigree, both are distinguished fighters; PRIME seems to insist I “prove myself” until the five get their due. This is fine – I accept this.
Just then, we hear a voice.
Nate Colton: You call the last show “proving yourself?”
Nate is in his gear and ring jacket, ready for his match later tonight. FLAMBERGE eyes Colton with a heavy amount of distrust.
FLAMBERGE: I called my shot at ReVival 11 – you think you can do the same?
Colton chuckles a little. He’s obviously trying not to let the young French phenom get under his skin…but he’s hyped up for tonight, and lets his confidence show a little.
Nate Colton: Oh, I know better than to make guarantees, especially when my opponent’s been wrestling longer than I’ve been alive. But if you want a promise, how about this…by the time that bell rings, Dusk’s gonna know damn well what I can do in that ring, and so will everyone watching.
FLAMBERGE: Dusk’s partner learned I can put him in the ground…I wonder if you have the same fire yourself.
Nate, still smirking, takes a step towards FLAMBERGE. The younger man’s fists tense, but he makes no other move.
Nate Colton: You don’t have to worry about that, pal. Just ‘cause I keep it under control, that doesn’t mean the fire ain’t there.
He looks down at his wrist to check his watch, which he is not actually wearing.
Nate Colton: If you’ll excuse me, I have to go fight a legend. See you around, pal.
He continues down the hall, not actually looking away from FLAMBERGE until he is past him. Finally, Simon Tiller works up the courage to interject.
Simon Tiller: FLAMBERGE, what is the root of the issue between you and Nate Colton?
FLAMBERGE looks at Simon, scoffs, and shoves the remainder of his bag of chips into Simon’s chest, spilling them everywhere before he storms off.
Simon Tiller: …shoot. I didn’t get to ask him my Glue Factory question…back to you guys.