HD: Bo/O'Hara segment

[King Cucaracha 0]

We're transported backstage into the locker room area (never got that phrase, either it's the locker room or it ain't) where Bohemoth is busy lacing up his boots ready for the big 8-Man Tag Team Match later on tonight. Bo barely looks up as Josh Matthews walks in with a microphone at the ready, looking less then enthused about his latest job.

MATTHEWS
Er... Bo. Can we get a few words?

Bo finishes up the knot before looking up. Just above the customary orange-tinted sunglasses is a heavy bandage on his forehead.

MATTHEWS
Last week, you fell victim to a chairshot from PRL for the second week in a row. PR seems to be pretty apologetic about both incidents, but you'll be facing him on Saturday night for the X-Division Championship nonetheless. Your thoughts?

BOHEMOTH
If PRL's apologising, it's because he knows that he's made the biggest mistake of his natural life.

Lowering his sunglasses, Bo glares into the camera.

BOHEMOTH
Usually when someone hits me with a chair, they don't live to see a second chance. PRL better be grateful he made it this far. Because whether it's tonight or whether it's Saturday night, his ass is mine. And seeing as his hired help took my 24/7 Championship... his belt'll be mine as well.

Bohemoth goes back to the pressing concern of his laces, not noticing that another person has entered the room. This person just happens to be decked out in baggy tracksuit pants and an equally baggy vesttop. And although his face is hid by a fitted Reebok cap, it's clear that it's JAMIE O'HARA barging his way past Matthews.

O'HARA
OI! You don't ave'ta worry 'bout Cuban Wall no more geezer. Coz after Sat'rday, that 24/7 belt's gonna be the property of the big J-OH~!

BOHEMOTH
Like the other stuff you steal?

O'HARA
Wot!?

BOHEMOTH
That's what you people do, right?

O'Hara's lip curls as he thinks about taking a swipe at Bohemoth. Until, that is, Bo stands up with his laces dealt with.

O'HARA
Wot the fuck's that supposed to mean, prick? I ain't the bloody Repo Man! Naw son, I'm'a kick Cuban Wall's arse and I'm'a take that title, like you couldn't! You got a problem wi' that! Eh? Eh?

BOHEMOTH
Did you just call me 'son'?

O'HARA
Wot of it?

BOHEMOTH
Listen, if you wanna team me with me tonight, I suggest you shut your yapper. Otherwise, you'll end up like you did last time we teamed up. Flat on your face covered in blood. (Bo puts his glasses back on) But, for the record... good luck on Saturday.

O'HARA
Yeh... yeh, you too, I guess. That PRL's an even bigger prick than you.

Bo manages a smile as he walks off out of the locker room, O'Hara left standing around realising that this isn't actually his locker room as we fade to something else.