16 YEAR INTRO
NEW YORK CITY!
The Camera pans to ramp as an old nostalgic tune hits and the duo of Scaggs and Poling head down to the ring!! The packed crowd roars in excitement and begins to chant "OCW" OCW" "OCW"
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Ladies and Gentleman 16 YEARS WE MADE IT! |
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Are you excited? Because I am! |
Nate Ortiz is seen sitting in a luxury seat in the Dominion locker room. The group all in ring gear look ready for the night. Each man looks to be in their own head space as Nate gets out of his seat. Tony is about to speak but with a wave of Nate’s hand he stops giving an eye roll as he does it.
Nate: Not now youngin I have something to say to all of you.
The trio of Tony, Watts, and Chole look up from their respective seats.
Nate: You’ve gotten to experience what it’s like to have the bullseye on your back that I’ve had since I walked in here. And you’ve seen how you now get everyone's best shot, and they all try to tear down everything we do.
Nate: These fools have been feasting on the fact that Dominion didn’t win the King of OCW. They haven’t put respect on our names. On my name!
Rust turns his head sideways.
Nate: Tonight we change that narrative by sweeping the night. Walking out with two championships and putting two jokes in their place.
Nate walks directly to Tony who stands up and the two are face to face.
Nate: You need to bring this home tonight. I’ve carried my tag partners for years. But tonight it’s on you to bring it home. I’m the wolf that’s long in the tooth. You’re the young lion ready to take that next step up. You start that road tonight as you show why you should be a world champion.
The two look at Rust.
Nate: B-17 and Shepard are fighting for it tonight, but it can be yours tomorrow when you do what you need to do tonight Tony. Rust, Danny, this is ours for the taking.
Nate: OCW will respect our Dominion, but you, all of you have to show them why.
The four men nod and continue to mentally prepare for the night ahead.
We enter into a UAE gym facility where we see Tyler Walker practicing his strikes on a bag and Derek Smith bench pressing weights
Tyler: So how do you feel about this UAE stuff is it up to par
Derek finishes his set and put up the bench press
Derek:Yea I mean it’s something we need.
Tyler:UAE isn’t something we came across they came across they came across us. They came to us because they wanted the future of OCW.
Derek walks over to the bag and holds it stedy for Tyler
Derek:So are you ready for tonight. You ready to prove why you’re here
Tyler:Ready pft I was born ready. You already know what it is. Mystery opponent or not it doesn’t matter who i’m taking this home.
Derek: That’s what we like to hear. But you’re not bringing this home for you, you bringing home for the UAE. There's something I wanted to talk to you about.
Derek starts to walk towards a closet while talking to Tyler whos taking a drink
Derek: John Carter was running his mouth a lot on Turmoil. Might have to be something done about that. Chris too, even though he didn’t say anything he’s guilty by association.
Tyler:You know that actually made me laugh. “Me and Franklin aren’t on his level” ha, so much cap in one sentence.. Now personally I can give even less of a damn about Franklin if he steps in my way he can get the same treatment.
Derek pulls a sledgehammer out the closet and starts practicing swings as Tyler notices.
Tyler:If you're thinking about doing anything wait till after the match or till they make a move at least.
There's a knock at the door.A stage hand enters
Stagehand:Mr.Walker your on in 5.
Tyler puts on his jacket and durag
Derek: And if they do try anything they’ll know true punishment for running their mouths courtesy of Power..
Tyler:And Glory.
Derek:Now go show everybody why they call you The Chosen One.
They do their signature hand shake and Tyler leaves the room to go to the rookie rush.
Derek: Guess i’ll watch this go down.
ROOKIE RUSH
OVER THE TOP ROPE BATTLE ROYALE
JOHN CARTER vs.
CHRIS GREEN vs.
FRANKLIN WESLEY vs.
TYLER WALKER vs.
COLIN LOCKE vs.
?????????
The cameras open up inside of OCW General Manager Tiberius Dupree’s office. Inside of the marvelous looking room we see the Betterness throne, empty, the man, the myth, the legend, the luscious locked one has nipped out, presumably to talk to Jaysin Clinton Sensation about the conduct of rookies (anyone that didn’t join the company before 2016).
In front of him are best friends, and current OCW Undisputed Tag Team Champions, Lucha Country. Parca sitting on the left and Reese sitting on the right are both wearing Big Mama’s BBQs merch.
Parca, looking around the room, notices many signs that say “Parca do not touch, Reese do not worry about it.” As the two men are looking around, seemingly waiting for their cue, Reese finally breaks the silence.
Reese: I’m not sure about this little buddy, it looks like Mister Dupree is about as sure as a snow leopard in the desert about you being in here.
Parca nervously chuckles as he scratches his head. Well, his mask fabric, he would never reveal his face. His hand naturally gravitates to rub his not-so-luscious locks.
Parca:: Well big guy, I’m just fortunate enough to be here with you! Mr. Dupree has the most luscious locks in OCW history so just to see those are a gift in itself!
Reese looks around, wondering why Parca thinks he can see the hair, he doesn’t understand. Behind him however, is a life size portrait of the aforementioned Hall of Famer.
Reese: Mama told me he has a lifetime supply of free stuff at her restaurant, I bet he’s as happy as a hippo with sugar cane on that one, so why are we here little buddy? What’s with this grandiose location?
The audience and El Parca quite clearly take a two second blink when Reese slams out the word ‘grandiose.’ Once he recovers he begins to speak.
Parca: Well! If you turn your head right over there big guy, Parca points toward Dupree’s desk and ontop the audience can see a tombola. it’s time for the Big Mama’s Christmas Dinner Bonanza drawing! The crowd immediately erupts as any one of these fans in attendance could be the lucky winner of the Christmas Dinner celebration with Lucha Country.
Reese’s head swivels, like a velociraptor looking at a female actor, a tyrannosaurus rex looking at a lawyer, like Brian Feinstein looking at a poorly worded copyright document, like Rust Cohle looking at croissants and cigarettes paired with a coffee.
Reese: I didn’t even realise that was in here, it was about as visible as a republican at a Bar Mitzvah.
Parca: Alright Big Country we can’t keep these fans and all those watching at home waiting anymore! ROLL THE TOMBOLA!
In literally slow motion Mark picks up the tombola because he doesn’t quite understand the concept and begins shaking the tombola at arms length in the air, seconds go by before he smashes it into the desk with a Slaminator, the balls flying everywhere. He panics and releases the metal cage, flinging it across the room into the Spider branded trash can.
Reese: Noooooo!
Reese instantly begins buffing at the desk, knowing full well that any damage will be blamed solely on his successful but jarring tag team partner. Parca looks around as balls are bouncing everywhere and swipes at one, miraculously catching it in his hands, not his mouth, because that would be sordid and not what Big Country is all about.
Parca: Wait…
Parca begins looking around at other balls, cracking them open to see the insides, he sighs.
Parca: There were so many better options! This isn’t raffling!
Reese just looks towards his buddy, like a child waiting for his puppy at Christmas.
Reese: Where are we going buddy?
Parca with what would seem to be disgust behind his mask just hands the ball to Reese.
Parca: Here buddy, you can do the honors…
Reese attempts to remove the winning ticket, however it’s almost more liquid than paper, dripping brown… Stuff… Everywhere. Proudly, with a massive smile he reads out.
Reese:The Douglas ranch! Whereverthat is, we will be bringing an.. Aff… afff… incredible mixture of southern love and southern barbecue Christmas your way for the festive season.
Parca begins pleading with his best friend.
Parca: Reese can we PLEASE choose someone else? This is spelling out to be a disaster! We could easily just discard THIS one and get a new one. Please? Cmon big guy think of the kids!
Reese clenches a fist, for a moment looking like he’s going to bop Parca for sullying the competition.
Reese: Lil buddy, you might not like who won, like the frog and the scorpion but this is a legitimate entry and you gotta respect that. It might not conform to the viewers meta… bolic… expectancies but we have to go spend Christmas with….
Reese drops the paper, causing the obnoxious pause.
Reese: The Hattons!
Parca drops his face into both of his hands as he lets out an extra dramatic sigh.
Parca: Oh for f*ck sake, well if we gotta do it we gotta do it. But, when this hits the fan I’m gonna tell you I told ya so big guy.
Reese no sells Parca’s reaction, or tries to, there is a slight flinch, suggesting there are deeper lying issues between the team, perhaps, or perhaps not, relating to Parca renting a Ford Ka instead of a larger vehicle.
Reese: Hattons, Christmas, Santa, turkey… WE BRINGING IT TO YOU!
Reese grins, and seizes a drumstick from thin air and chomps down as Parca face palms in the background.