Exit Interviews (for TNC 1x3)

[FGA Office]

Catch up with your favorite 3GW stars during the Exit Interviews! Get their thoughts on the latest news, their opponents, and other backstage happenings right here, only on AxxessNet!

[FGA Office]

Echo Rigby is seen making her way around the backstage area of Center Stage Area. The Peacemaker is fresh off of an impressive victory over the enigmatic Fallen Angel. Once she makes her way past an open door, a male can be heard clearing his throat loudly. When Echo steps back towards the doorway, she sees the Mayor of Hollywood, Jordan Cain.

Jordan Cain: Ms. Bigsby! Please, come in.

Jordan waves in the Peacemaker to his office.

Jordan Cain: Please have a seat.

Jordan says as he motions to the casting couch in the corner of the office.

Jordan Cain: Don’t worry. Ms. Harrington had it cleaned off last week.

Echo arched an eyebrow looking over at the couch. She walked over to it.

Echo Rigby: Man, I probably don’t wanna know what you had cleaned off it, but okay. It looks alright. It’s Rigby by the way, not Bigsby. What’s up, did I do something wrong?

She laid her jacket on the couch and sat down on it.

Jordan Cain: Oh no, you didn’t do anything wrong. I called you in here because earlier on, I heard you playing the heck out of that guitar of yours. You’re a bit of a musician, right?

She smiled and shrugged, playing with her hair.

Echo Rigby: Yeah dude, music is life. Keeps me going. Sounded alright then? I was just jamming out. Relaxes me before a match ya know…

Jordan Cain: Sounded alright? It sounded great, Bigsby!

Lindsay Harrington: It’s Rigby.

Jordan Cain: Right! Anyways, the way you were strummin those strings and the way you were singin your songs, it brought me back to my happy place. And I like being in my happy place, isn’t that right, Ms. Harrington?

Jordan looks over at the nodding Lindsay Harrington. He turns back to Echo.

Jordan Cain: I definitely get that cool, hip rocker chick vibe from you and I think a voice like yours needs to be heard. Now as I’m sure you’re aware, I’m kinda like a big deal here in Hollywood. You know, with being the agent to the stars and all. But I don’t just do TV shows. I don’t just do movies. I’ve got a couple of pretty big contacts in the music biz as well. Say, did I ever tell you that I know Rick Rubin? Figured I’d just drop that in there all casual.

Echo’s eyes lit up, and she rubbed her chin.

Echo Rigby: Dude, for real? That is groovy. He has worked with everybody getting some optimal sounds outta folk. Never have caught much of a break on the music scene, bar gigs and what have you. Wrestling is definitely my number one priority, but playing tunes is like 1A. So what are you like getting at, man?

Jordan Cain: Let’s get down to business, Ms. Bigsby.

Lindsay Harrington: Again, it’s Rigby.

Jordan Cain: That’s what I said! Now Echo, I’ll gladly put in a good word for you. But first…

Jordan walks over to the casting couch and plops down next to Echo.

Jordan Cain: You’ve got to do something for me.

Jordan looks down at the couch, then up at Echo, then back down at the couch, then back up at Echo. Before she responds, Jordan jumps off the couch.

Jordan Cain: I need you to host a talk show segment for us here in 3GW! Think about it. 70s decor. Lava lamps. Bean bag chairs. Even those beaded things that hang from the door frame. I like to call it…







Wait for it…






Wait for it…





“PEACE TIME WITH ECHO RIGBY”! Not bad, right?

Echo laughs and claps her hands together, pointing at him.

Echo Rigby: Dude that sounds totally cool, Daddy-O! Just a chill laid back kinda one on one chat amongst dudes hanging out, yeah mean I can dig it. Groovy title, too!

Jordan Cain: Of course, your first guest has to be someone big! It has to be someone with a rockstar presence and I can’t think of a better first guest… than PRINCE MACREAR!

Echo Rigby: The Sultan of Selfie? Man, that cat has better hair than me. Gonna ask him what conditioner he uses. That’s a big time guest, man. The camera loves him, or so he says. So when does this shindig go down, man?

Jordan Cain: On the very next episode.

She taps her chin and thinks deep in thought.

Echo Rigby: So I like need to bring all the lava lamps and bean bag chairs from my house, or you got that covered, dude?

Jordan Cain: Don’t worry. Ms. Harrington has that all covered. Isn’t that right?

Lindsay Harrington: Wait, what?

Jordan Cain: Exactly! She’ll be shopping for all the items for your set this weekend. If you need anything, Ms. Rigby, pass it along to me and I’ll add it to the list.

Echo Rigby: How about a party keg and some red Solo cups? I find that loosens people right up and they just wanna talk about anything, just chill ya know?

Jordan Cain: You getting all that, Ms. Harrington.

Lindsay Harrington: … yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it…

Jordan Cain: Perfect! Well, I think this has been a productive meeting.

Echo nodded and looked back and forth between Harrington and Cain, shooting them two thumbs up.

Echo Rigby: This is far out, man. I guess… what’s that they say, I’ll have my people get in touch with your people, or whatever? Except I don’t have any people…. This is gonna rock some socks off, man.

Jordan Cain: Oh yeah! Totally groovetacular and all that fun stuff.

She winks and holds up one finger.

Echo Rigby: Hold up, dude. As a token of appreciation…

She reaches into her jacket and pulls out a peace sign pin and fixes it to his lapel. He doesn’t look entirely pleased.

Echo Rigby: NOW we’re groovetacular, maaaan….

Jordan Cain: Heeeey, this is pretty snazzy! I’m looking forward to this show, Ms. Rigby.

Echo Rigby: Now I just can’t let you down. Got to entertain the masses, keep it chill. It’ll be a happening for sure, no worries.

(After Echo flashes Jordan and Lindsay a peace sign and exits the office, Jordan heads over to Lindsay and nudges her on the arm.)

Jordan Cain: Did you hear that, Ms. Harrington? She called me Daddy. You know what that means?

Lindsay Harrington: Actually, she called you Daddy-O. Sorry to disappoint.

Jordan Cain: Yeah… well… you’re just mad you didn’t get your own cool peace sign pin, so there!

Lindsay Harrington: … Mr. Cain?

Jordan Cain: Yah?

Lindsay Harrington: Shut up.

[PowerPrincessMaritza]

Amanda finds Maritza Diaz backstage after her involvement on Thursday Night Challenge.

AMANDA: Maritza!?!? What are yo u doing here you weren't cleared to wrestle.


MARITZA: Nobody hurts my friends! It's that simple.

With that Maritza pushes past Amanda and leaves the arena.

[Top Tier Terry]

Amanda Johnson arrives in the locker room where Triple T is sitting in a chair. His head is slumped down as he holds an ice pack on the back of his neck. Expecting the worst she clears her throat to get T’s attention.  

AMANDA: Umm Triple T, if I could talk to you for a moment about what happened tonight. You didn’t win the match against Majima and…

Suddenly Tillman raises his head…wincing a bit.  

TRIPLE T: Mandy, Mandy, Mandy…can I call you Mandy? Nice dress by the way…anyway, I have a splitting headache, and no gold to sooth the pain. But even though this is starting to become a really bad sequel to my LDFC days, I want to look at the positives. Like the fact that I did exactly what I said I was going to do by walking into that match and outwrestling “The Strong Style Savior”. You, me the fans and for damn sure Majima knows he was three seconds away from being the former champ.



And while we are on the subject of positivity and the fans…look I know I have been an ass to them. I know that since the last days of the LDFC I have not been the hero they once knew and loved. But for some reason…if only for a moment here and there, they had my back. And I felt it you know? I felt it and I appreciate it.





But unfortunately that’s where the positivity ends. I’m not the champ; Majima has yet to earn the title he holds. And Becker Gaines has decided to get involved in my affairs.





AMANDA: You did call him a “straight to Redbox has-been”.





TRIPLE T: Look I get it. I hurt his little feelings. He’s sensitive. And that’s okay…if he stayed his ass in the back and pouted…but he didn’t. He craves attention. So he came out to get my attention. Mission accomplished…but there is something my big brother use to say… “You get in my business…you become my business.”





AMANDA: So what are your thoughts about Jordan Cain putting you in the Red Carpet Rumble despite your less than sincere apology?





TRIPLE T: Hey now, I’m a lot of things, but “less than sincere” isn’t one of them. The bottom line is this, Jordan Cain can try to make you all believe that he’s doing me a favor by putting me in the Rumble, when the reality of it is, he didn’t have a choice. If he wants to claim 3GW as a premier league in this sport, he has to have the premier, top-tier, pound for pound, best around front and center. He can kiss the asses of those that need that but it’s my back that’s going to carry this place to the next level and beyond.





AMANDA: Thank you for your time.

FADE  

[Susan Kent]

Susan is sitting in her locker room following her match with Alexander Lyndon, she lost, but felt it was a very competitive match, as she untied her boots Amanda entered.

Amanda: Hey you have a moment.

Susan: Sure

Susan turns around and reveals a reminder of her battle with Lyndon, a black eye.

Amanda: great match out their tonight, fans are calling it the match of the night, so how you feeling.

Susan: Sore, that was my toughest match so far for sure, bummer that I lost, but every match I have I feel I'm getting better.

Suddenly Kendra come running into the room in a panic, she see's Susan's shiner and flips out.

Kendra: Jesus, Susan, you can't do a photo shoot with a black eye, why did I hire a wrestler.

Susan: Isn't the shoot for Tap Out.

Kendra: Yeah what does that have to do with anything.

Susan: Tap Out is a major sponsor of wrestling and mma, so a black eye might give the shoot a little more character.

Amanda: So, I'm gonna go.

Amanda steps out of the room.

Kendra: Yeah, but don't be making it a habit, getting black eyes I mean

Susan: I'll try not too.

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