Quartz

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FASHION!

Antonio and Kareem going over the current roster in waiting while Tony gets ready for his in-ring return is amazing. I love the banter and back and forth

Documenting your civil and criminal crimes! I knew I liked these kids!

Well I was about to post a sad meme but just as I did, Gooner blindsided the champ. What in the sam hickie is going on

I love this beautiful bitch so much. If being the first living being to look Kameyo in... Whatever is underneath those bangs... and living to tell the tale is on the docket, R2G is already one of the best FLE's of our time.

The faint sound of the final wave of humanity exiting the Barclay's Center grows quieter with each passing minute. In the backstage area, many crew members and OCW staff begin shutting down production and preparing to leave the arena for the final time before Road 2 Glory in Atlanta, Georgia. As more and more arena and OCW staff begin leaving, the silence grows even more present. The secluded area where The Frontline had been meeting for the past several months, now void of the comradery and brotherhood that occupied it mere hours ago. In its place, seated on the floor, the picture of defeat. Despite standing on his own two feet at the end of the show, surrounded by his allies, Inness Quartz now sits alone. His head rests against the concrete wall behind him, desperately trying to stop from sliding to the floor. Next to the former World Champion's husk, his white hooded sweatshirt. Quartz' dead eyes slowly peer over to it, seemingly to read the words on the back, the same words that he has championed since Certified Greatness... "Again. And Again. And Again. Forever." Quartz says nothing, simply opting to toss it off of the balcony, watching the shame and sweat covered top fall quickly to the level below. Ding His head turns slowly, watching the elevator in front of him as the doors slowly pry open. Inside... Nobody. Nothing. Quartz stares straight ahead as the doors close back again. The quiet surrounding the foolish man becomes deafening. Alone in his shame. The buffoon who believed Rust Cohle's façade. The imbecile who put his faith in the faithless. The coward who sat by and watched an innocent man framed. The egomaniac that risked the careers of 3 men to chase his own goals. The broken down washout who passed his prime years ago. The dipshit meathead who has been embarrassed at every turn. The disgraced hypocrite who viscously ended his former mentor. The disingenuous crybaby who pinned his failures on B17. The remnants of what used to be a respected champion. They're all right. They always have been. The words that once echoed throughout the Toyko Dome at Red Sun Rising begin playing again in his mind. "A soldier is a political tool, nothing more." No tears are shed, not so much as a blink dare interrupt Quartz' loathing. "That's doubly true if he's a career soldier. Right and wrong have no place in his mission." Lights begin to shut off in sections in the backstage area, the clank of the industrial lighting rigs provide the only auditory escape to the silence. "He has no enemies and no friends. Only the mission." Another rig shuts off. "Sooner or later, your conscience is going to bother you." The powered off fixtures begin enveloping Quartz in darkness. "In the end, you have to choose whether you're going to live as a soldier, or just another man with a gun." The overwhelming pride he took in what was CQC, in what was his first and closest ally, now a haze of uncertainty 8 days before he is scheduled to compete inside the Wargames cages. "There's a saying in the Orient..." Quartz eyes peer up to the final lighting fixture above him. The lights shut off with a loud clank, leaving him broken and alone in the darkness. Darkness that caused him to miss everything that was playing out in front of him. Darkness that could cost a man his career. Darkness that could render him an utter failure in the eyes of his allies, his peers, and himself. "'Loyalty to the end'... Do you know what it means?"

Phenomenal matches, hats off to everyone for top notch in-ring work this week. The road to R2G/Lution gets spicier by the week. fave five: 1. Underground Elite 2. Unhinged Marisa 3. Paul Harris 4. Wholesome Sarah Moore 5. Devon Flash

I'm marking out for Edgy Paul Harris, but please believe I'm also marking out for the renamed fins/sigs lmao ITS TIME TO GET SNAKEBIT BOOIII

What kind of cheap ass brokie hosts that kind of party

Saturday, June 14th, 1:52am | Mount Sinai Hospital | New York, NY The ominous bustling of foot traffic and light breathy conversations fill a very bright hallway. Sporadic beeping can be heard to break up the lingering softness in the air. The view pans upwards to a door, “Room 12”. After a few moments, the door creaks open. Walking out is the wide figure of former CCW World Champion Inness Quartz. He takes one last look into the room and nods. Just behind his left ear, a gym bag and several organza pieces of wrestling gear are tossed on, blood stains visible on the top. Quartz steps out of the room and shuts the door behind him. Quartz hangs his head, standing in front of the door for a few minutes before a voice breaks him from his trance. ???: How he doing? Quartz snaps his head to the side, seeing the Cesar siblings, Drago and Dragana, standing just a few steps away. Quartz seems surprised to see the two of them. Dragana offers him a smile and wave. Quartz: Nothing a little time off won’t fix. You know how it is. The champ hangs his head again and starts to step towards the seat in front of the door. Drago: …How you doing, bubba? The Crimson Sentinel shakes his head, not offering a verbal response. Drago and Dragana walk to sit with Quartz. The bags under his eyes are more pronounced than usual. His expression is one of unfiltered guilt about the situation that unfolded on RIOT 640 just hours earlier. Quartz: I couldn’t stop her. Dragana’s smile fades as she tries to console her fellow OCW veteran. Quartz: I thought -- “Tonight… Tonight is the time we finally gain some ground in this whole thing.” Quartz: “Tonight I’m the one that’s 10 steps ahead…” Quartz: Everyone around me... Every week... I have to watch them punished, knowing I'm the reason why. Now Mugen, even after everything I did earlier this year- The conflicted Quartz buries his head in his palms for a few moments before firmly rubbing his face and taking a deep breath. Drago: Larry is strong, is not your fault. Drago: This little thing? Is nothing compared to crazy wars he been in before. He back on his feet in no time. The COO’s upbeat tone shifts slightly as he takes a deep breath himself. Drago: I’m be honest. I’m wasn’t sure when you attack Bingo, I’m no understand why. Drago: I know that not you. I know it. Mugen, I know he not himself the last few years either… But the Mugen I know was out there tonight, standing by your side… I see it now. Drago: We--uh… Drago rubs his temples in slight frustration. Dragana looks down. Drago: …we try not to get involved with EMP or Mr. Sensation, don’t want to upset the delicate balance you know. Quartz peers up from his sulking position to listen closely to the calm, but pointed delivery in the COO’s voice. Drago: I’m always think everything work out in the end, you know? Dragana nods her head, looking up at her brother as well. Drago: ...but this not fair. Not fair to you, to our fans, to anyone. Is my job to be COO for OCW… Is the responsibility I assumed when I beat Nate Ortiz. Before he continues, he looks down at Dragana who is furiously tapping on her phone. He smiles as she lifts it up and from the speaker: Speaker: Again. Dragana’s contagious smile eases the tension as her brother scratches his head before he continues. Drago: Is not much, but I think there is something I’m can do for you. Drago takes a few steps towards the door to Room 12, as Dragana stands up and walks alongside him. Before they open the door to visit their old friend, he turns his head to Quartz. Drago: I talk to Dupree. I talk to production… You do the rest at Summercide, okay? Hang in there, bubba… Everything always work out in the end, you know? Quartz’s eyes stay locked on Drago for a few moments before he gives a subtle nod. The Cesars nod back before entering Mugen’s hospital room. We fade out as Quartz takes labored steps towards the elevator at the end of the hallway.

**The Werdz: Werdz Edition** - Nate's a whiny bitch and can't be bothered to lift a finger to find his own challenger for the International title, so he passes the buck to Dupree, who is also a duplicitous and corrupt fuck who uses hairplugs (probably). - Chris Baxter is ready to unleash the FLORIDA MAN on Southern Dirty Cash, even if he has to do it alone. - "FPR" is several tiny men (children?) in a trenchcoat and meme a little too hard with A-Mart, who demands to meet the "employer" responsible for this constant jabbing - Skadi is incredibly passionate and determined, channeling her affinity to "the old ones" and continues to grow and evolve amongst the chaos in OCW. Very vibrant and 'alive' promo, written almost as a dope vignette, Skadi wants to become what is chased, however long it takes. Favorite of the night. good show as always folks

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.

STOP BRINGING HIM BACK!