Message #61530

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We head backstage to see the previously victorious Quentin Barnes, bags packed and jacket on heading towards the back door of the arena. He stops and looks back, surveying the scene of a job well done. Smiling to himself, he limps to the door of the arena and pushes his hand against it.

Voice: And where do you think you’re goin’?

Barnes turns to face Duke Hamilton walking towards him with intent in his eyes.

QB: I’ve done what I came here to do. I’m going home to be with my family.

DH: Oh I know what you’ve done, you’ve left me a superstar light in the Royal Rumble match. You’ve left me with one less chance to rub Greenbean’s face how good Showdown is.

Barnes smiles and dips his head, before looking up into Hamilton’s eyes.

QB: Duke, don’t worry. I’ll ensure you’re suitably compensated.

DH: Great, then it’s settled.

He looks at Hamilton, his face filled with confusion.

QB: Sorry, what’s settled?

DH: You’ll compensate me. Suitabley.

QB: Sure… Wouldn’t want you to be out of pocket.

DH: Great, then go get ready.

The confusion floods back.

QB: I think I’ve missed something here…

DH: The only suitable compensation I would accept is a reasonable replacement for Riddick in the Royal Rumble match and on the Blackout roster. Seeing as you showed the world you were more than a reasonable replacement.

Smiling once again, Barnes looks flattered but nonplussed.

QB: Listen, Mr. Hamilton… Duke. I’m retired, this is a one time only thing tonight. I didn’t come here looking for a job, I didn’t need a job.

DH: But you want one Barnes. I watched you out there, I watched the fans touch you with their reception, I saw you thrive from their support. You’ve missed it, you know you have.

QB: Of course, but wresting is in my past. I can’t do this anymore…

Duke rubs his jaw and slaps Barnes on the arm.

DH: No problem, I go tell Riddick to get ready.

QB: What? His career is over…

DH: Tomorrow… His career is over tomorrow. Today he’s still contracted to UWE and I need a superstar in the Rumble. My main problem is, if he wins? I can’t fire him, not at least until after Wrestlemania. So this…

Duke waves his hand up and down Barnes full height, pointing out the obviously hurting spots.

DH: … Could well have been all for nothing.

QB: You can’t…

DH: Oh, I can… And I will, that is, unless you wish to take Riddick’s spot on Showdown?

Barnes closes his eyes, unsure as to why Duke would go to these lengths to keep him. He drops his bag to his side, and takes his hand off the door.

DH: Good choice…

Barnes looks away, as if considering the consequences of his actions; Duke slaps him on the shoulder once more.

DH: Oh and good luck.

Hamilton grips Quentin’s hand and places a slip of paper with a Royal Rumble entry number on before he turns and walks away, leaving a confused and clearly dazed Barnes considering the night he has left in front of him.

[Greenbean]

We head backstage to see the previously victorious Quentin Barnes, bags packed and jacket on heading towards the back door of the arena. He stops and looks back, surveying the scene of a job well done. Smiling to himself, he limps to the door of the arena and pushes his hand against it.

Voice: And where do you think you’re goin’?

Barnes turns to face Duke Hamilton walking towards him with intent in his eyes.

QB: I’ve done what I came here to do. I’m going home to be with my family.

DH: Oh I know what you’ve done, you’ve left me a superstar light in the Royal Rumble match. You’ve left me with one less chance to rub Greenbean’s face how good Showdown is.

Barnes smiles and dips his head, before looking up into Hamilton’s eyes.

QB: Duke, don’t worry. I’ll ensure you’re suitably compensated.

DH: Great, then it’s settled.

He looks at Hamilton, his face filled with confusion.

QB: Sorry, what’s settled?

DH: You’ll compensate me. Suitabley.

QB: Sure… Wouldn’t want you to be out of pocket.

DH: Great, then go get ready.

The confusion floods back.

QB: I think I’ve missed something here…

DH: The only suitable compensation I would accept is a reasonable replacement for Riddick in the Royal Rumble match and on the Blackout roster. Seeing as you showed the world you were more than a reasonable replacement.

Smiling once again, Barnes looks flattered but nonplussed.

QB: Listen, Mr. Hamilton… Duke. I’m retired, this is a one time only thing tonight. I didn’t come here looking for a job, I didn’t need a job.

DH: But you want one Barnes. I watched you out there, I watched the fans touch you with their reception, I saw you thrive from their support. You’ve missed it, you know you have.

QB: Of course, but wresting is in my past. I can’t do this anymore…

Duke rubs his jaw and slaps Barnes on the arm.

DH: No problem, I go tell Riddick to get ready.

QB: What? His career is over…

DH: Tomorrow… His career is over tomorrow. Today he’s still contracted to UWE and I need a superstar in the Rumble. My main problem is, if he wins? I can’t fire him, not at least until after Wrestlemania. So this…

Duke waves his hand up and down Barnes full height, pointing out the obviously hurting spots.

DH: … Could well have been all for nothing.

QB: You can’t…

DH: Oh, I can… And I will, that is, unless you wish to take Riddick’s spot on Showdown?

Barnes closes his eyes, unsure as to why Duke would go to these lengths to keep him. He drops his bag to his side, and takes his hand off the door.

DH: Good choice…

Barnes looks away, as if considering the consequences of his actions; Duke slaps him on the shoulder once more.

DH: Oh and good luck.

Hamilton grips Quentin’s hand and places a slip of paper with a Royal Rumble entry number on before he turns and walks away, leaving a confused and clearly dazed Barnes considering the night he has left in front of him.