*** Outside the locker room, the steady cam is ironically unsteady as it hurries to the scene. ***

CAMERA MAN: “Ohmanohmanohmanohmanohmanohman …”

*** From around a corner, the camera focuses. “Brawler” Beckett is there, blocking Derrick Arzon’s way into the locker room. Nearby looms Nakamura, his face a painted mask of expressionless danger. ***

BECKETT: “… no hard feelings, right? That was a good match last week. Seriously, I was hurting. I cannot remember the last time I laughed so hard! I couldn’t do crunches at all the next day for the pain! *snickers*”

***Arzon stonily locks eyes with Beckett. Beckett sneers at Arzon, absolutely full of himself. Arzon remains expressionless.***

ARZON: “Let me through, Beckett.”

BECKETT: “Oh, certainly, certainly you may go right in-” *** puts his hand on Arzon’s chest to stop him *** “- just as soon as you clean my boots, mush.”

***Arzon takes a slow deep breath, trying to keep his composure, and exhales through his nose.***

ARZON: “Move, Bart. And keep your boots to yourself. I’m not touching them.”

BECKETT: “Oh, but you will. I shall even allow you the honor … of polishing them with my own spit.”
*** Arzon flinches as Beckett’s phlegm catches him full in the face. Arzon’s eyes blaze, then he slowly lowers his head, looking down. Beckett grins villainously. Arzon reaches up with his right hand and slowly wipes Beckett’s spit from his face… then balls his hand into a fist and punches Beckett right under his eye, on the nose! Beckett, not expecting the blow, tumbles back into the locker room. Arzon starts to follow him in, only to be blocked by Nakamura. Arzon shoves Nakamura full in the chest and they both enter the locker room. Raised voices, much of which must be censored, are heard, but just as the camera man is about to advance from the corner to the doorway, a chair flies out of the door and clatters against the wall, followed by a gym bag. A second later, out stumbles Beckett, his face a bloody mess from his bleeding nose and his cheek which was cut by the punch. Nakamura backs out, a dented steel chair in his hands. He is about to lunge back into the locker room, beating his own head a couple of times with the chair, but Beckett, gaining his feet, grabs Nakamura’s shoulder and pulls him away, making sure to keep the madman between himself and the locker room. ***

BECKETT: *** wiping at the blood on his face *** “Bastard! I’m going to cripple you-”

After them exits Arzon, followed by Spencer Watts, Jack Lane, and Tiger Gold! Nakamura takes a broad swing at the lot of them, but Beckett grabs Nakamura’s hair and pulls him backward down the hall, continuing to use him as a human shield! ***

BECKETT: “- in the ring, where this sort of thing belongs. Hold me back, man! Hold me back!”

*** The four company men look at each other for a moment, then give chase! As they charge down the hall, the camera man rises to follow … then thinks better of it. As the camera drops and is being turned off, Beckett’s voice is heard echoing far down the hall as he flees: ***

BECKETT: “Cowards!”