OCWFED PROUDLY PRESENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Chapter 5

We head back to ringside As Cort celebrates, the crowd goes wild! Archer stumbles to his feet and grabs the referee by the collar of his shirt, demanding a microphone. As soon as he has it, he unleashes a tirade at the two men outside, who are still fighting.

Archer:
No! No! No! Stop the reign! Stop the reign! I have been cheated, this imbecile paid off those two animals on the outside to screw me out of my championship, just like he tried to buy a win against me weeks ago! He’s an utter snake! A coward, a big bitch coward. I would have won if it wasn’t for YOU! Yes, you, VD Angelo. Look at me when I’m talking to you, you b-

While he yells, he leans over the ropes, pointing angrily. KD reaches up like lightning and grabs his arm, pulling him over the ropes and onto his shoulders for the Black Rack! After a few seconds, he lets him down.

Before Archer can fall,he stumbles towards Shepard, who grabs his wrist again to nail him with the Revolution Knee! Finally, Archer thuds to the canvas. Shepard and KD share a smirk before Shepard walks away, and KD gets into the ring.

He retrieves the mic Archer dropped, and approaches Cort. He strides towards him, putting a huge hand on the title on his shoulder.

KD:
You put your hands on me, fool! That was a mistake you’re gonna regret real soon. I’ll let you have your moment…

He lifts the title off Cort’s shoulder and stares at it, admiring the shine.

KD:
But I’m comin’ for this. And you’re gonna wish you hadn’t won tonight… champ.

He shoves the belt back at Cort, who steps back from the force. KD drops the mic and exits, leaving only Cort and the beaten-down Archer remaining as we cut away.

BATTLE FOR RESPECT

H20
vs.
THE LAST BLACKSMITH

Previously recorded.

The night is young outside of the McCallum household, but inside? Inside is a man possessed. Focused on one thing in his budding OCW career. Colby McCallum, son of Aries, is seemingly obsessed with the idea of taking on another Hall of Famer; the man who took his father out, Nate Ortiz.

Not only did he take Aries' career, who will now be referred to by his government name, Stephen McCallum; he then proceeded to almost end his time on this Earth. Colby hasn't seen his father in the months preceding Summercide, nor has he heard from him.

Inside of his home gym, Colby sits. He sits patiently, waiting for his opportunity at OCW's biggest legend. Waiting for his father to return home. Waiting for the wolf to catch his scent.

The camera cuts into the McCallum residence. The only light on in this entire house is the one Colby inhabits. The gym. He's there almost twenty-four seven. Another obsession. The young McCallum not only trains; he pushes his limits. The desperation of being the man to beat Nate Ortiz violently drives him.

Colby is sitting on one of the benches in the gym. The lights are dim, and not just in the gym. His eyes are vacant, as if no one's home. He's staring at the pale blue wall in front of him. One could only guess he's thinking of ways to hurt The Franchize. The cameraman, invited into the McCallum home earlier today, approaches the OCW rookie.

Colby:
Stop right there.

The cameraman comes to halt in front of Colby.

Colby: Why are you here?

Cameraman: Sir, you...asked us to be here.

McCallum runs his hand through his hair, muttering the word "shite", as if he forgot he even called for an interview.

Cameraman: Are you okay, Mr. McCallum? We can come back later, but Chill Faktor is later tonight.

Colby: Yeah, I’m good. Sorry, I just kind of lost track of time. Set yourself up and let me know when you’re ready to go.

Cameraman: No problem, sir.

The small OCW crew that tagged along for the interview began to set-up the cameras and lighting rig. The boom operator stands directly behind the rookie, while the cameraman sits in front of Colby, positioning the camera so that he’s front and center.

Cameraman:
On three, Mr. McCallum..

Colby: What’s your name?

Cameraman: I’m sorry?

Colby: Your name, so I know who to thank for dropping by on such short notice.

Cameraman: My name is Jeff, Mr. McCallum. Jeff Hartley.

Colby extends his hand.

Colby: Great to meet you, Jeff. Please, call me Colby. I’m not my paw.

Jeff: Sure thing Mr. McC...Colby. On three?

Colby nods as Jeff the cameraman begins the count. Three, two, one. The recording has begun, as Jeff gives Colby the signal to begin. His eyes deadlocked into the center of the camera.

Colby: Patience. That’s one thing that I’ve been told over and over by everyone in my life. That saying, “patience is a virtue”. Patience is weakness. Do you want to know why I look older than my old man? Do you want to know why I’m always itching to fight someone?

Colby: I take every single thing that I want, whether it’s through hard work, or respect, or violence. I take, and I don’t let up. I’ve had to fight ever since I was a child, but I wouldn’t call myself a survivor. I’m a damned fighter, and I will keep being a fighter until the day I draw my last breath.

Unmoving and expressionless, Colby does not remove his cold stare away from the camera.

Colby: I’ve been through hell, but nothing’s been worse than losing my paw. Ever since that night, no one’s seen or heard from him. Not even me, and contrary to popular belief; that’s a shock.

Colby: My old man was finally broken. Granted, he has done some reprehensible things, but no man deserves to go out like a defenseless buck that’s just been struck by a bright yellow Hummer. You beat him into a bloody pulp while your “step-father” sat by ringside and watched...and laughed.

He finally breaks eye contact with the camera as he shuts his eyes.

Colby: My father was just prey for the wolf. He was picked apart, limb from limb, until there was nothing left but an empty husk.

Colby opens his eyes, because the anger on his face is getting harder to hide.

Colby: James Fraser, I’m sorry, my new friend. I respect the hell out of ya. You bring out the very best of me, and I can appreciate that. You’re a good man. Unfortunately, I’m going to be the one with his arm raised. I can’t lose. Not to you. Not to anyone. I can’t face any more setbacks or distractions.

Colby: When this match is over, I’ll be focusing right back on you, wolf. It’s funny. My paw knew who you were all along. He knew the horror that dwelled within you, Nate Ortiz, and he paid for it.

Colby: Patience is weakness, Ortiz. You might have your pack surrounding you, but the moment I get my hands on you, Nate…

The rookie clenches both of his fists.

Colby: I’m going to beat the shite out of you. I will go through every single member of your pack until I get to the alpha. I don’t care who else on the OCW roster wants to get in my way. I will scratch and claw my way to you, wolf.

Colby: And I’ll do it for my old man, Aries. Not Stephen McCallum. ARIES. I’ll do it on Turmoil, and I’ll do it on Riot. Full-time. I will fight with great legends like K.D’Angelo or Paul Pugh or even Mez Murdock. I’ll battle through space and time with Spider and Mugen.

Colby: I’ll even fight the best that Riot has to offer like H2O and Tre Golden. Don’t think I forgot about you either, Nate Mac. I’m coming to Riot, and I’m hunting wolves just like Liam Neeson.

Colby finally unclenches his fists and begins to calm down.

Colby:
And James...I look forward to our match. Let’s show them competition. I’ll see you soon, friend.

McCallum rises from his seat.

Colby: Thanks for coming Jeff.

He walks off camera, as Jeff the cameraman can be heard dictating to the rest of the crew to begin the clean-up. With the classic fade, the recording ends.

??: Yeah just here.

We open on the parking lot of the ball arena, just outside of the building, a single taxi pulling up next to an unassuming staff door. The back door opens and out steps a hooded man, a quick stretch and inside he goes.

Inside is an interview set up, lights dimmed besides a couple of studio lights, two chairs prepared in front of a white screen. One of the chairs already filled by the company renowned interviewer Jim Black.

Jim:
Didn’t think you would actually show up.

The hooded man sighs before sitting down in the other, taking a sip from a water bottle he had with him.

??:
What can I say, I missed the attention.

The hood comes down, revealing the CCW challenger, Wrex.

Wrex: Well.. that’s not really true, but you set up right in front of the quietest door, knew I’d take it you damn snake.

Jim: Only way to make you show up after weeks of avoiding us, ready to speak?

Wrex: Yeah.. Sure.

Jim singles to the camera man to roll while he brings out of cue cards.

Jim: You’ve been gone for a few months, only coming back a couple of weeks ago to main event turmoil.

Jim: Why now?

Wrex: Because I was asked to, Jim, I’ve answered this before. I was there to see a couple of students and a hand came up saying plans had changed and I was asked to get in my gear.

Wrex: I didn’t even have gear, I borrowed the boots and the pads.

Jim: Really? You just so happen to be in the building when KD’ Angelo was attacked, right place right time.

Wrex: Don’t accuse me of something you have no proof of Jim!

Jim: Right.. tonight you once again face B17, this time in a Kumite, are you prepared.

Wrex: How do you prepare for this Jim? There is no preparing. Fight to the death. I’m going to go until I’m champion, or I’m out cold.

Jim: Submission is also an option.

Wrex: No. It’s not. I’m champ or I’m dead, no middle ground.

Wrex: I’m prepared to fight, that’s all that can be done. Move on.

Jim: Right, End Games. We saw at the end of your match that the referee had to call for assistance after the bell. What happened?

Wrex: None of your..

Wrex stops himself, looking like he’s having an internal debate whether to speak.

Wrex: I don’t know, injuries caught up? Concussion? It could have been any number of things.. It was going to happen eventually. Doctors had been telling me for weeks.. months that I had to slow down, had to stop, had to take time away.. To hang up the boots.

Wrex: Jim I’d been hurting for so long. Even before I joined this company I’d been hurting, but when I put pen to paper I just kept pushing. I had to. Knee damaged in a ladder? Keep going, Broken ribs? Keep going, Concussion, concussion concussion, keep going and going.

Wrex: Then the elbow at Lution. The shoulder at Consequences, the knee at Summer. It was a fucking collision course Jim. Just lucky I crashed before it got worse.

Wrex: But you know what hurts the most? I couldn’t be on The anniversary show. Me and OCW share that night you know. Five year I’ve been here, four and oh. And that’s how it ends.

Jim: And how are you feeling now?

Wrex: Each day, a little better. Been trying to keep my time in the business to a minimum. I’m on a self imposed legends schedule at this point. Trying to spend as much time as possible healing. New knee, shoulders super glued together and they tied the elbow back together with string. And thanks to that.. assfuck Bingo I’m also a week sober.

Wrex: Course as soon as I pry the belt from his cold dead hands I’m off to the open bar!

Jim: Sobriety? Christmas miracle.

Wrex: What?

Jim: Nothing. So, win or lose what’s next.

Wrex: Nothing.. not yet anyway. I’ve been taking this week by week, and tonight’s the make or break. Either I prove to myself that I can keep this going, that I’m not some past my prime wash out, barely holding on for that payday.

Wrex: Or I leave my boots and I walk.

Jim:

Wrex: I’m on my last legs, hell these legs are more metal than me now, I can’t go much longer, specially how I used to. I’ve had to redevelop how I wrestle for Christ sakes!

Wrex: Tonight is where I prove to myself if I'm still a world class wrestler, against the man I’ve never beaten in a main event environment. Make or break.

Wrex: Can’t think of a better way to go. On my own terms. Balls to the fucking wall brawl.

Wrex gets up from the chair, taking the clip on mic off before holding it up to his mouth.

Wrex: Hope your ready to kill to keep her Bingo, cause I’m ready to die for it!

He lets it go, abruptly walking off set while Jim has to sign the interview off, and the lights go black.

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