Quartz

Yes, but not a tag entrance, just the same entrance recorded twice. Once with Ijitu and Inness as "managers" so they follow behind, and one without them. Then it was as simple as laying the videos on top of each other and masking them at certain points. My favorite is when the kid turns around and just as he does, they disappear. Erhm, I mean - A magician never reveals his secrets?

NOTE* If you haven't read PART 1, you can CLICK HERE to read it NOTE* If you haven't read PART 2, you can CLICK HERE to read it Previously Recorded the day before Summercide 2018 Dennis Dillinger is seen pacing around angrily inside his Manhattan office building. Inside the office sits Tayy Breizee and several businessmen, who are working on various tablets or speaking on small bluetooth phones. Dillinger: We've been in here for hours and I'm still confused, Tayy. Breizee, who is comfortably leaned back in the chair, watching television, peers up at his agent. Dillinger, now away from the general public, has lost his greasy, positive demeanor and stares daggers through his client. Dillinger: I'm really confused how someone who claims to be marketable can be left off of the biggest event of the Summer. Tayy rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the television. Dillinger: Gerald, what is it? Is it me? A man in the corner of the room looks up panicked before responding to Dillinger in an unsure voice. Gerald: N- No, sir. I can't really make sense of it either. Mr. Breizee won both of his fights. Another businessman with a nametag reading "Kent" interjects. Kent: They're matches. Gerald: Matches... Right, matches. Mr. Breizee won both of his matches and the fans seemed to respond. Kent: Dan, the figures. How are the figures looking? Do you have the numbers on Mr. Breizee's matches? A 3rd man, sitting alone on the other side of the room scrolls through several times on a tablet before frantically shaking his head. Dan: Tayy Breizee has fans - he just wasn't seeming to attract - erhm, any other new fans. Gerald: I thought we were hitting big numbers? Dillinger interrupts by slamming his fists on his desk, shaking various pencil holders and causing his name plate to fall from the front of the desk. Dillinger: ...OBVIOUSLY! We weren't bringing in N E W F A N S. Dillinger picks up an OCW SUMMERCIDE 2018 poster and flashes it to Breizee, who hardly reacts, as if this is a normal interaction. Dillinger: YOU! ARE! NOT! A! DRAAAAAAW! Are you listening to me, you idiot?! As Breizee continues to ignore his agent, Dillinger grows annoyed. Dennis Dillinger, who stands 6'5'' and is not a small man by any stretch, throws a remote at the television Breizee is watching, causing him to flinch back as the TV is cracked and broken. Tayy snaps his head back and stands from his chair to look up at Dillinger. All of the other businessmen in the room jump from their seats in preparation for a fight... The tension in the room grows to a peak. Dillinger: So... WHAT'S IT GOING TO BE!? I am tired of losing money dragging you around! Tayy: You better step off me before I put you on the ground, big fella'. Gasps fill the room as the Tayy finally speaks. Several moments pass as Dillinger and Tayy continue to face each other up. Tayy: You guys can take a walk. Imma have a talk with Dennis. After several tense seconds, Dan, Kent, and Gerald exit the room. Tayy: Now. You know I ain't one to talk a big game. I let actions define Tayy Breizee. Tayy: ...but these actions and clear signs of disrespect stop. They stop now. You and I are a good team, bruh. Dillinger takes a step back, stunned at the response. Tayy: You new to all this - this world of love and entertainment, so I'll give you a break... but we're gon' have to start working together. You understand me? Dillinger turns around frustrated and smiles in a sinister way. Dillinger: ...Oh, I understand. Tayy turns his agent around and reaches his hand out for a handshake. Dillinger grins, shakes his head, and lets out an uproarious laughter before shaking Breizee's hand aggressively. Tayy: Now.. you had something I had to sign for the boss? Dillinger: Of course... of course. Both men walk over to the desk and Tayy Breizee signs an official looking document on the dotted line - not reading it before signing. Afterwards, Dillinger quickly folds the document and places it inside his jacket. Dillinger: Thank you, Tayy. I'm sorry. You know how it goes. I just don't like my money being trifled with, my guy. Tayy laughs to himself reassuringly and pats Dillinger on the chest. Tayy walks towards the door and waves back at his agent one last time, wishing him a good Summer. Tayy: I'll talk to you soon, D. Enjoy your Summer. As Tayy exits the room, Dillinger's positive smile returns to the same angered scowl he held moments before as he removes the document from his jacket pocket and unfolds it. Dillinger: I don't like my money being trifled with... especially not by some third rate, garbage time "entertainer." Dillinger holds the document up to reveal it's contents. An official document relinquishing the Breizee intellectual properties and OCW rights to Dillinger. Dillinger takes out a pen and begins writing a hand-written letter on another official letterhead. This organization is bull****. Sensation and his company can go to hell, dawg... Minutes later, Dillinger completes the letter and staples it to the same page that Breizee recklessly signed earlier. The 3 businessmen peer in and Dillinger shouts out to them. Dillinger: Okay boys. It's done. Time to rid ourselves of this stain on my reputation... Dillinger: Dan, call Mr. Sensation. Tell him I would like a meeting... Kent, inform the press that Mr. Breizee has officially ended his relationship with OCW and will no longer be representing the company... Gerald, let the media know of Mr. Breizee's confrontation in this office, destruction of my television and physical threats to me. I would like to press charges. The sinister grin once again comes over Dillinger's face as the camera fades out.

Can't do poetry? Have you seen Trance do a Fat-Star Frog-splash? If that's not poetry, I don't know what is.

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No surprise here that Jehst has an incredible attire and a kickass entrance. markmarkmarkmarkmarkmarkmark

NOTE* If you haven't read PART 1, you can CLICK HERE to read it A loud, obnoxious laugh rolls the scene open. A grey suit, red tie, and black dress shirt cover the screen. As the man turns around, it is revealed to be none other than the greasiest talent agent in OCW, Dennis Dillinger. Dillinger: Yes, Mr. S. Unfortunately, it’s all true. I was notified by Tayy Breizee this morning. Here is his message to you. Mr. Sensation: First of all, don’t call me “Mr. S.”. The camera turns to Mr. Sensation, who sits at an oversized desk with a very annoyed look on his face. Dillinger hands an official-looking document to Mr. Sensation that reads: This organization is bull****. Sensation and his company can go to hell, dawg. The fact I wasn’t given the chances I deserved is blatant disrespect and shows me that Hoe-CW has NO class whatsoever. My fans around the world don’t deserve this ****. I got albums to make and records to break, b. This summer was supposed to be Tayytime and I was robbed of that chance. Officially, I relinquish all authority and intellectual property to Dennis Dillinger and I’m done with this ****. Mr. Sensation can SMDFTB while he at it. - TB Sensation, seeing this as out of character, looks up at Dillinger skeptically. Mr. Sensation: WHO? Is that? Who are you? Why are you here? Why is he so angry? Is he hungry? Hangry? Man, I am too old for this foolishness. Dillinger laughs to himself, thinking it is a joke. Dillinger: Trust me, I was as shocked as anyone. I think he may have been upset about the Summercide event. I really tried to talk him down, but he was very aggressive. I was in fear for my safety. Mr. Sensation: No, seriously….who are you? You smell like Patchulli and Irish Clovers, I’m not a fan of the Irish...Clovers that is, You can’t trust them they try to USURP because the one’s in 4 have magical powers or some such. Lucky.. I don't believe in luck, Daryl, your name is Daryl right? Luck is for Losers! Dillinger: Dennis.. It’s Dennis. I am… was Tayy’s agent… Mr. Breizee was unhappy and vocal with me in private. I think he put on a show for your fans to lead them to believe he was a nice guy. Dillinger: In reality, your wonderful organization and myself were on the bad end of his thuggish’ tyrades behind the scenes. I suffered here too, you know. Mr. Sensation groans and places his hand on his face after the not-so-subtle comment. Mr. Sensation: Look man, I’m busy do what you want I don’t care, it's your life, ruin it and your client’s life as you see fit! Dillinger grins smugly at the response and nods to the document he handed Mr. Sensation moments earlier. Dillinger: At any rate, as you can see, Mr. Breizee has forfeited any property and intellectual information to me. I leave it in your hands, but I really think we should squash this altogether and remove him from all things OCW. Dillinger: I would hate to stain your good name by allowing this bad egg to have anything to do with OCW. I have already taken steps to remove this mistake from my agency as well. Mr. Sensation:I LITERALLY JUST SAID, DO WHATEVER YOU WANT……. Dillinger flashes a smile and shoots finger guns at the angry reaction from Mr. Sensation. Dillinger: Thank you so much, my good man. Always excellent doing business with another savvy businessman like yourself. Dillinger reaches his hand out for a handshake after slicking back his greasy hair. Mr. Sensation: No thank you... Dillinger: … and I look forward to continue doing business with you in the future Mr. Sensation: Did you have an appointment or something? I really don’t know how the hell you got to my office. Mr. Sensation yells for his super cool and amazing yet belligerent caretaker, Birdie. Mr.Sensation: BIRDIE, DID THIS Donovan Dillinger have an appointment today? Birdie: WHO?! Mr.Sensation: Dicky Dillinger, He manages some Tay guy! Birdie: …. WHO? Mr. Sensation: …….Ok Well…..Thanks...can you make me that sandwich I like with no Crust!!!! Birdie: NO! Mr.Sensation: …..THANKS! Dillinger laughs way too loud at the awkwardness. Dillinger: I gotta say, Jaysin… I love this organization and I already have several people within OCW on call. We will be in touch very soon. Mr. Sensation rolls his eyes and attempts to continue shuffle through paperwork, after several moments, Dillinger does not get the hint and Mr. Sensation stands up slowly and peers at him. Mr. Sensation: You can go now, Damon! Dillinger: Of course! I will talk to you soon! Dillinger grabs his lapels and saunters confidently out of the room, swinging the door closed behind him.. After leaving, he continues out of the office and pulls a cell phone out of his jacket pocket. After a quick speed dial, he begins leaving a voicemail. Dillinger: Hello! I see you missed my call.. Heh… again. Well I just wanted to let you know that the old “pest” problem has been taken care of. That unmarketable chapter of my career is over and now it’s YOUR time to shine, big fella! Dillinger: Everything I promised you in our meeting will come true… That’s an Agent D. guarantee! An awkward silence follows the corny statement as Dillinger looks around to see if anyone heard his comment. Dillinger:... I’m still working on it- ANYWAYS! Call me back, or text me, or come into my office. Just come find me. We have some stuff to work out. Hahaha! Agent D. out! Dillinger hangs up the phone and continues down the hall, slicking his hair back once more before the camera fades out. CLICK HERE TO READ PART 3

Awesome stuff. I'm excited to watch OCW's Silver Medal tag team perform this year!

A young child and a taller man are seen from the back walking down a street. The boy is skipping down the suburban street joyfully as the adult man follows close behind. The young boy is humming to the beat of an unfamiliar song, pausing and beat boxing every few moments to the rhythm. The man is sporting a large black leather jacket, white camouflage pants and a shaved head. Boy: aaand now! From Philadelphia, Pencil-mania! The one! The only!... The boy begins continues to skip as he mimics a ringside announcer, adorably butchering the word 'Pennsylvania'. The boy comes to a sudden stop as he notices an elderly man at a diner looking at him puzzled, before flicking a newspaper open, a front page headline reading: 'FANS' GAME IS OFTEN ONE OF CHANCE', with a photo of Randall Cunningham in the bottom right. Seeming embarrassed and disappointed, the kid stops his mimic, stalls the hopping and puts his head down, as he walks quickly past the small diner. The taller man walking behind the boy places his hand on his shoulder reassuringly and it seems to pass through the boys shoulder unnoticed. As it does we see a similar disappointed look come across his face. His right eye completely red, with a streak of red darting through his hair, above his right ear, the man sports a long brown beard. He continues to follow behind the child. He speaks in a clear, deep voice. Man: Hmph. I sometimes wonder how you must have felt during these moments. As the couple continue another voice is heard and suddenly, standing beside the man in red is a similar looking man, without a beard and with a spiked haircut. His hair sports a blue streak and he's shown with a pair of sunglasses on. He speaks in a much faster, raspier voice. Man 2: Back here again huh, big guy? Somehow undisturbed by the sudden appearance, he responds. Man: I only wish to gain a better understanding of who he was. Man 2: Hahaha... You only wasting your time, ya' know that? Man: ... Man 2: No matter how many times you revisit all this, there ain't a thing you can do about it. Both of the men continue to walk with the boy, who seems to have not noticed their presence. He has regained his joyful skipping and mimicking. The men both smile at his obvious jubilant behavior. Man: Well then... Maybe I only seek a chance to go back to see how happy he was. Man 2: It should frustrate you, dummy. Man: Perhaps it does. Channeling that frustration is important. We have to protect him. Boy: ...From Philadelphia, Pencil-mania! The one! The only!... Boy: Blaaaaaaaack... Phoeniiiiix! Man 2: That's where you're wrong. This optimism doesn't cut it in the real world, bub. Protection only works if there's somethin' to protect. Man: We watched you throw the opportunity away by using that rationale. Man 2: That... That wasn't my fault. Boy: *mimicking crowd applause* Rahhhh! Rahhhh! Man: ...But that is not why you are here, is it? You're here to escape. You're here for him. Man 2: I'm here for motivation. YOU'RE here for the sappy crap. He needs me to maintain focus... You ain't gonna be in control forever. Man: ... Man 2: But you already know that, huh? Haha! Both men pause momentarily in their discussion before looking back at the young boy, who is now shadow boxing as he approaches a staircase. They smile simultaneously. The young boy runs up the stair case and pounds on the door, it flies open and he shouts inside while walking in. Boy: Daddy! The door closes behind him as the words echo throughout the streets, wind gusts and a time lapse show the building become older and run down. Rain pours for only milliseconds at a time as both of the men stand staring at the building. Light fixtures, buildings and road signs are replaced and seem to upgrade as time continues to flash forward. Residence and pedestrians, seemingly sped up and fast forwarding throughout. Eventually, the time lapse slows back down to real time. It is now night and the man in the camouflage pants is now standing alone. He looks to his left where his conversation partner once stood, now vanished. A sudden flash of the past shows the Quartz from Summercide standing in the ring, but immediately flashes back to the long bearded man on the sidewalk, showing that the two men are one in the same. Inness Quartz stands on the side of the road, an empty look on his face, before slowly throwing his collar up and continuing to walk down the suburb sidewalk.

Glad you all liked the video. Hopefully I can put together something equally as good for Season 14.

Baby I just don't get it Do you enjoy being hurt? I know you smelled the perfume, The make-up on his shirt Music can be heard sounding throughout a crowded club, sounds of women screeching begin to get louder as a crowd gathers close around a bar area. Pink, green, and purple lights strobe throughout the club, smoke machines continue to blast smoke around the dance floor, which continues to get less and less crowded as dancers begin to form a giant circle around the bar, causing a ruckus. DJ: Aaaaaaaawhhhhhh HELL no! Beautiful ladies and handsome gents' we have a VERY special guest in the Buiiiiillllding! The music changes and the volume lowers as the DJ takes the microphone to get the attention of the crowd. The few club goers that remained on the dance floor begin peering over a large crowd. Woman: Oh my gaaaaawd! It's him! Bae, make sure my makeup is on right now. Man: Girl, you better stop trippin' on that, Imma be talkin' to him first. DJ: I see mosta ya'll already found the man of the hour himself! The view begins to sort through the crowd of people to find Tayy Briezee sitting atop the counter, one leg over the other. With his dark shades on, he flashes grins at various fans. DJ: Tuh-tuh-tuh Tayyyyyy Briezzaaayyyyyy! Gidda man some space people, c'mon now! Man: Tayy! When's the next album, b? Man: Yo, B! Champaign and Bawtle II, when we gettin' it?! Tayy continues to receive a flurry of questions and just smiles and waves off of the questions regarding his album. Eventually, a question comes in that seems to irritate the artist. Man: Hey, whatchu got to say about the controversy with that Dillinger guy? Tayy shoots the man a look and the crowd grows nervous. Before he can answer, a publicist who was blending with the crowd seems to interject, shutting down the "surprise" appearance. Publicist: That's it, that's enough. No more questions. Tayy will be signing autographs at Remixx nightclub on October 12th. The short publicist then ushers Tayy through the crowd quickly as the mood quickly swaps from energetic to awkward. The crowd boo the man who asked the pointed question for causing Tayy to leave. Briezee removes his shades and looks annoyed as he exits the club. CLICK HERE FOR PART 2 CLICK HERE FOR PART 3

Either one of these would be fantastic. Not only to post attires/looks to get feedback directly, but even for other handlers (or rookies!) to see that same type of feedback to improve the look of the entire roster as a whole. Advice or tips on one caw could be applied to many, me thinks.

What a horribly underrated game that is.

Insane. Amazing work as always Jehst lol

I know I have been totally absent on my break since Summercide, but I want you all to know that I am still here in full effect. Starting to get that itch to write and compete again. It's late, but I also want to apologize to Jay, Rust, and Cort for the way I acted at the end of the Season. I could not be more profoundly honored to be selected. I put a lot of time, energy, and effort into Season 13, even though I had only been here since February. Just in this short time, you guys have all given me something to be truly proud of in a life that I sometimes struggle with. Providing content and getting everything back from all of you guys has been way more impactful to me than you can know. I know it's just a stupid game, but it really means a lot to see Quartz name on this thread. Again, I am incredibly blown away. Thank you all so much and I'll see everyone soon. Only a few weeks away.

I told them to scrap the match or edit the finish. Just wanted to make that clear.

If I knew LOSING the #1 contenders match at Savage Lands meant we'd be champions, I probably wouldn't have lifted Cort Marshall on my shoulders that night. Looks like I'll have to do it again.

I live for a Justin Jehst review. I can't lie about that.

Suffocation

Any time I can incite a stroke, I consider it a win. Thanks!

I made another PPV. Dreams do come true!

Previously recorded Moments after RIOT 510 "I was quiet, but I was not blind." Is he dead already? He ain't said nothin' since it ended. Oh my, I hope for the best, of course. We told you. Maaan, I definitely did. Such a bittersweet ending. Unfortunate as it be. His mental state was never capable of keeping up. Lights flick on in a locker room and a figure can be heard walking slowly as a door closes shut behind him. The view pans around the locker room as the footsteps continue. The black and blue colored boots are briefly seen. "There is no illusion greater than fear." Submit. You're finished. Finished just like he was. You weak, man. Weak. A pity. Ending laying outside the ring. Again. Submit. Submit. Submit. Your time is done. The voices continue over one another, eventually blurring together into an incoherent static like noise. The boots stop suddenly in front of the view of the camera. In a wall mounted mirror, the figure is revealed to be Quartz. Quartz stands facing the mirror with a totally blank expression on his face. He is holding a black OCW t-shirt in one hand and the PRISTINE SUNGLASSES in the other. "When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves." Tthc-Yc--hbf---i hiao-oh--aeo---j emsm-ua--ser---i -e-e--rnce-nfeittu The voices and all other sounds halt. Ijitu Quartz's expression has changed from blank and emotionless to awake...energetic. Quartz steps back from the mirror and peers around the room. His head barely moves, only his eyes shifting around, observing his surroundings. Quartz drops the black t-shirt on the ground and raises the sunglasses up to observe them. After several moments staring at the sunglasses... Quartz suddenly crushes them inside his hand, dropping them on the ground besides the t-shirt. Quartz: Nice set up we have here. Your purpose has been filled. Thank you. Quartz raises his arms and begins to scowl slightly as he investigates them closely. Quartz: Hm. I can see your lack of motivation has caused this... unacceptably doughy frame. This must be corrected at once. Time is not on my side. Quartz continues as he turns his gaze at the floor. He stares at the mangled pair of PRISTINE SUNGLASSES on the floor beside his feet. Quartz: It has been an interesting -- albeit disappointing end. I'm sorry that you couldn't handle it. Quartz: You tried so hard to prove to everyone what you could never prove to yourself. Quartz: You spent your time here trying to prove to him that you were better than he was. That you wouldn't give up like he did. Quartz: Hiding behind these sunglasses. Hiding behind the tearing down of others. Hiding behind your inability to show true strength to these people. Quartz: The whole time, it wasn't the ones inside that ring that were your enemies... Quartz: Your biggest enemy was yourself, Ijitu. Your worst fear was revealing that weakness that he showed. Quartz: Hiding these insecurities ultimately proved to be your undoing. This expectancy that simple willpower would suffice. Quartz: It is clear to me that these distractions removed your attention from where it needed to be. This was assumed from the start, however. Quartz: It's not your fault. I think you know that. You just weren't meant for this... This life. Quartz pauses for a moment before looking back up into the dim lighting in the room. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Quartz: Don't worry. Get some rest. You deserve it. Quartz: My mission has just begun. Operation Phoenix is a go. I must debrief with Cohle at once... Let's put this behind us. Quartz stomps his left foot down on the PRISTINE SUNGLASSES, further crushing them into a mess of pieces. The sound of the crunch echoes through the room as Quartz removes his elbow pads and wrist tape. As he walks from the room in a hurried, more energetic pace, the camera stays behind. The view of the crushed sunglasses and t-shirt hold their place in the foreground. The door falls shut and the camera turns to black simultaneously. The sound of the door closing echoing loudly... before silence falls over the room.

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