Quartz Posted May 5 Posted May 5 Seated quietly in an ominous hotel lobby, the dark, focused eyes of Inness Quartz are seen looking downward. The view pans around the newly repainted hotel, showing that Quartz is by himself in the large area, only a disinterested front desk employee joining him in the silence from across the room. Quartz' hand begins moving, his thumb scrolling through something on his cell phone. His eyes begin to dart around the small vertical screen, desperately searching for answers in the lower resolution history he’s faced with. Images of CQC in their day… At first, hoisting championships. Celebrating victories as we saw them on television. Slowly but surely, the gallery of images begins falling more and more out of the public eye. Dinners, smiles, pictures that would be celebrated in modern social media… Pictures that reflect a friendship that grew far past the ring. The silence seems to grow louder the more Quartz’ eyes desperately scan the old pictures. At one moment, Quartz’ thumb freezes, unable to continue swiping. His eyes also pause, locked in one the latest swipe. An image surely captured by a fan in attendance that night in Italy, blurry, but reasonable enough… Rust Cohle stands looking over his shoulder with a clear smile on his face as he carries a facepainted B17 away - refusing to let Kasstianity’s Deacon of Punishment interfere in the CCW World Championship match that was soon to take place. The night Quartz would crown himself CCW World Champion for the very first time. The Crimson Sentinel’s focus is broken by the sound of an extremely boisterous voice following the automatic sliding doors at the front of the hotel. Baker: God damn y’all, takin’ me like 15 minutes to get to the hotel?! Are you serious?! The sound of Anthony Baker’s voice jolts both Quartz and the front desk worker out of their tranquil daze. Quartz shakes his head before slipping his phone into his jacket pocket. Clerk: Excuse me sir? Can you please keep your voice down? It’s 2:34am and our patrons- Baker: Patrons? You lucky you got the homeless stinking up your sidewalks with how long it takes to get here from the parking lot! Where’s the f**king Valet? I had to drive- Quartz: Baker. Baker’s rant about his travel issues is immediately stifled when he sees Quartz. Baker: There he is! Clerk: Thank you, sir. Quartz snaps his head at the thankful Clerk, almost offended at the insinuation. He retorts in a soft, but stern voice. Quartz: No. If you had valet ready, this wouldn’t have been a problem. You owe this man an apology. Baker: Yeah! I had to drive around the block! Are you shitting me right now?? Do you even know who this man is? WHO I AM!? The Clerk, tired, and unsure how to handle this situation, relents and shakes his head. Clerk: Uhh… I am sorry for the inconvenience- Quartz: Baker. Anthony Baker. Say it. Look Anthony Baker in the eyes and apologize. Quartz takes a few dedicated steps towards the front-desk as he says it, freaking out the young employee. Clerk: Mr. Anthony Baker… I’m sorry and I- I will pass your feedback along. Quartz stops and turns back to Baker as the two continue down the hall towards the elevators. Baker: Can you believe the service in this shithole city? It only gets worse by the week! This would never happen in Allentown. Quartz: Hmph. Baker: Right- so what’s the plan for CG, big man? You tell me where you need me. You tell me what you want and I- Quartz stops for a moment, before slowly pressing the button on the elevator. As they wait for it to come down to greet them, he turns to Baker. Quartz: Baker… I knew when I contacted you how valuable you were to OCW, to this roster… As an example for the future WE are building. The elevator dings suddenly and both men step onboard, Baker seems confident as Quartz continues to put him over. Quartz: … But at Certified Greatness, I’m winning this Future Investment match on my own. The hum of the elevator continues Baker: Aha!! As humble as always, but you said it best- what WE are building has no room for treasonous nonsense right? I know what we gotta do. Trust me, I got- Quartz: Thank you, Baker… Baker starts to smirk again and shifts his shoulders comfortably, before his vibe is halted by Quartz. Quartz: …but no. We have to set this example. Just like you need to make an example out of Munoz. Baker: GOONZALO! I’ll handle that! Quartz: Right. I need you to understand that I’m going to win this Future Investment ladder match on my own. I can’t let any of those other three degenerates ruin this for me. Baker: …Ye- Yeah. For sure. I agree! The elevator dings suddenly, breaking the tension. Quartz places his hand on the elevator door, stopping it from closing. Quartz: Believe in what we’re fighting for… I’ll see you at the arena. Baker can do nothing but confidently nod back to the former World Champion as he steps off on his floor, the doors closing slowly as he walks down the hall. The elevator continues upwards to Baker’s floor. Baker: That’s what it’s all about… Being the damn man… As the bell dings again, another smile wipes across Baker’s face before he exits. Baker: More time for me to get Bakin’ downtown with some bad bitches. He steps off as the elevator closes behind him, the silence leading us out of the scene. 5 President and leading member of the Paul Pugh Fan Club. We love KidEgo "Choose Tmust" - Maxx Edwards
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