Our scene starts right before DOMINION Episode 8 begins. We see Noah Quinn sitting in a backstage lounge as a guest of T.J Thompson watching television, a few minutes before the show is broadcasted live. Noah reclines on the couch as a strangely muscular janitor mops the floor and looks at the TV wistfully.
Noah: Why the sad face?
Janitor: Well, I thought I was going to be a wrestler when I first signed with the company. They promised fame and glory! I even had a whole ring name and outfit set up! But when I signed the contract, I found out it was for janitorial work. Not wrestling.
Noah: Oh man...why didn't you quit?
Janitor: I was unemployed at the time and I really needed a job. Even though it wasn't wrestling, I got bills to pay!
Noah casts a disturbed look at the television as T.J makes his entrance.
Noah (under his breath): You're not the brightest...
Noah: Oh man. That sucks.
Janitor: It does! No one else will hire me! I don't know why I'm not out there! Look at me. I'm built like a god! I'm stronger than those guys out there. Like look at that guy T.J! He's built like a fucking stick! How did he get a wrestling contract, but I'm stuck mopping floors in this stupid castle!
Noah: Yeah... he's kinda skinny alright. But hey! At least you have a job! Now come on, have a seat. Let's watch this show!
Janitor: Well I guess I can take a few minutes off…
The janitor takes a seat next to Noah and the two settle in for the opening bout. The six-pack match.
The camera switches to a time-lapse of the six-pack match, showing highlight after highlight. Ending with T.J Thompson leaving with the win.
The camera switches back to the lounge as we see Noah and the janitor in shock. Their mouths gape open as they see T.J hit the Hip Train and pin Saria for the win.
Janitor: THAT SKINNY FUCK WON? WHAT IS WRESTLING THESE DAYS? PUT ME IN THAT RING AND I'D BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THOSE JOBBER FUCKS!
Noah: Woah. Calm down there, buddy. But yeah, that was pretty surprising. Who knew?
T.J Thompson bursts into the room with a big smile on his face, startling both men.
T.J: Hey Noah! Hey other person! I won!
Noah: Yeah, congrats man! I didn't see that one coming at all.
T.J: What do you mean? I think it's pretty obvious that I was the clear favourite going into it. Who was winning that? I think everyone knew it was going to be me.
Noah: Um. I don't think so. But anyway, you sure proved me wrong. Man, these wrestleworld people must be light work if they're losing to some guy who's never wrestled before.
The janitor gives a loud AHEM as he returns to mopping.
T.J: Nahhh. I'm just built different! Look at me! I'm the perfect example of strength, speed, and good looks! And I bring all the hip! That counts for something, right?
The janitor looks at T.J disdainfully from across the room.
T.J: What's his problem? Can't handle all the HIP?
Noah: I don't think it's that…
The janitor snorts and leaves the room, casting one more sad look at the TV.
Noah: Poor guy. Anyway, let's watch the rest of this show before we get kicked out. I want to see if that bum Jay Jones gets what's coming to him.
T.J shrugs and flops down on the couch, seemingly unaffected by the events of his match.
The camera shows highlights of DOMINION, including commentary by T.J and Noah. Mostly T.J reacting to every little moment.
The show ends and T.J and Noah are unceremoniously booted out of Wrestleworld Castle. Corleone security shoves the two into the parking lot as they both stumble into the dark outdoors.
Noah: Why so rough?
T.J: Ehh, they're just being efficient. It's their job!
Noah: IT'S NOT THEIR JOB TO DRAG ME OUT OF A BATHROOM STALL! SOMETIMES A MAN HAS TO GO!
T.J: You should've gone before we left the house. Besides, there are more things to look forward to! Apparently I've been put in this match at Dreamworld! They want me headlining a pay-per-view already! After my first match!
Noah: I'm pretty sure everyone's at the pay-per-view…
T.J: Nahhh I don't think so. It's just that my amazing performance impressed them so much, they decided that they wanted me as the star attraction right away! I will carry Dreamworld on my back!
Noah: Uh. If you say so. So what's the match?
T.J: Something called a Dreamscape. There's some climbing, there's some fighting, you know. Wrestling stuff. It doesn't sound too hard!
Noah: …
Noah takes out his phone and searches up "Dreamscape' looking around suspiciously as he steals the castle's wifi.
Noah: I don't think you're that special... literally everyone is in that match. I don't think they just hand-picked you individually. You were probably part of a large group that they stuck in that cage.
T.J: Nahh, I'm sure they just put a couple of jobbers in there so I look better! Not that I need it anyway, but it's a nice gesture. I heard that there’s a title shot on the line too! I guess they’re using this match to find people who stand out! I thought that I stood out enough already, but I guess it wasn’t enough.
Noah: Sure, that’s the spirit…
The scene fades to black as the two walk to their car and drive away.
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Well...that wasn't too hard! I took care of those jobbers pretty easily if I do say so myself. So what's next? I think I signed at the right time, because Dreamworld is right around the corner! Luckily or unluckily for me, I'm going from five opponents to...more than five opponents. Way more. I don't mind it! I assume that there's going to be tiers to this match. There's the people that no one takes seriously, the middle folks who have a small chance at winning, and the heavy favorites! Obviously I'm a heavy favorite. Who's betting against me? Only dumb people of course! And I know that people nowadays aren't very smart, but I think even a baby could pick a winner in this match! You know, "goo goo gaga hipbeast". It's not hard! But I know what those unintelligent people will say. "He's only been in one match!", "He doesn't even look that smart!" "He's going to be murdered!" And that might be true! Except maybe that last part. But I see why they doubt! But I thought my performance last match would've convinced them! I thought just looking at me would convince them! But maybe they're blind. It's kinda rude to insult the visually impaired. Sorry! But for those who can see! What are you even doing? Not betting on the obvious choice? Your loss, I guess. But let's focus on the positive side now! The winner of this match will get a title shot for whatever belt they want! What an opportunity! I know all my opponents will be going extra hard for that reward, but I still think I have a great chance. Another good thing is that I could face some competent opponents for once! Those people in that six pack were at the bottom of the roster. No offense to them, but...they were pretty terrible. Hopefully this Dreamscape is a different story! I'm sure there'll still be a ton of jobbers and bums, but there'll also be people with actual talent! People who may or may not appreciate the hip, but talent nonetheless! It's about time.
And what about those people with talent? How many are there? Who are they? I don't know! Most of the people in this company that I know of have their own little matches at the event. But there's a couple people I know! Like Lillie Saint! And...umm...those bums I beat last Thursday! And...Nas? He sounds like a soundcloud rapper. And Tony Gun, of course. I fear that man. The Dargon. But enough about scary Dargons. What do I think about my chances, you ask? Well I'm the GOAT! The hipbeast! I can probably just run away and climb up that cage before anyone notices. They don't seem that smart. Wait no! I must be humble! The chicks love a humble man! Umm...well…nah I can't do it. The people must know about my greatness? It's not my fault I'm this amazing! But for real. Tell me one person who’s winning this that’s not me! And you probably can, but you’re sadly wrong. I don’t know if I want to waste my time trying to prove everyone wrong, either! Maybe I should just...wrestle? We’ll see, I guess. The only thing I know is that the Hipbeast is taking this win!