The scene opens with Doc Green and Antonio Everrett sat together in their newfound home, the parking lot. They are sat on metal fold-up chairs, Everrett sat with the back of the chair pressed against his chest.
Doc is in full wrestling gear, a stark contrast to his Uncrowned brother, who is nicely dressed in street clothes, complete with his typical slides. Antonio chucks a bottle of water to Doc and talks as he takes a drink.
Everrett: Listen, the game plan’s gonna be simple. You get in there, show CQC and the world what you got, then I’ll get you the hell out of there if those conniving bastards want to try anything funny. No pressure on you tonight, yeah?
Doc nods in agreement.
Doc: I thrive under pressure, mate, you know that. We showed those pricks at FAME what we’re capable of the other week and I’m damn sure I’m capable of doing it again. Then, I’m gonna give them a piece of my mind, what do you call it?...
He waves his hand in the air in thought for a moment.
Doc: ...Oh yeah. Airing some grievances. Whether I’m still standing or not, those deluded bastards aren’t going to hear the end of me before the night is over, believe you me.
Everrett: Damn right, bruvva. Let’s get you to the trainer’s room, business as usual, yeah?
Doc: Business as usual. Ha.
The Uncrowned do their usual handshake, albeit a little bit sluggish and downtrodden before making their way towards the trainers room.
Doc passes through the FAME security easy enough, but Everrett is stopped by two bulky looking towering guards who block the space between himself and Doc.
Everrett: You’ve got to be kidding me.
FAME Guard #1: FAME Policy. No leeches. Beat it.
Everrett tries to ignore the guards and shove past with a shake of his head, but is unsuccessful as he bounces back, momentarily losing his balance before squaring up to the guards.
Everrett: Listen, just do us a favour here. You know just as well as I do the injustices that are going on arou-
FAME Guard #2: FAME. Policy. Nice try, kid. Back to the parking lot.
The guard gives Everrett a light shove, causing Everrett to get heated and deck the larger man with a stiff liver shot, prompting the other guard to grab him and begin dragging him away from the scene.
Doc protests, lurching forward to go after his tag partner, but a number of similarly dressed guards form a barricade and block him off.
Everrett: You bloody twats! Doc, I’ll see you later man, just got some business to take care of.
Everrett shoots him a pained smile and Doc nods, making one last protesting motion with his hands before walking out of shot down the backstage corridor.
Telos appears to be set for his match. He paces back and forth while stretching out his arms and neck. His confidence is at an all time high as he is ready for not only Tre Golden but for the man that put him in ICU last season.
Tyson Wagner.
Telos: It's been a long time coming. A real long time. Cyborg took me to hell and back, and they want to put me in the ring with him again? Yeah, okay. It's been getting a little chilly in here anyway.
Telos chuckles and continues to give himself a good pep talk before his match as he continues to pace back and forth.
The camera follows him back and forth. As he walks to his left, Telos pounds his fist together. As he walks to his right, Tre Golden is standing there stopping Telos in his tracks.
Golden: Seems like I always run into my opponents in this hallway, but that’s just perfect. You welcomed me back into OCW and gave me a hell of a fight, but I’m getting back into my groove and I’ll show you that tonight.
Golden: I’m gonna capture the Pride Championship and reclaim my Fro. So win lose or Draw I’m coming straight at you.
The two continue to jar at each other. But sliding into the camera shot is Tyson Wagner stands behind Tre Golden. Telos looks just past Tre’s head and notices Tyson standing there.
Golden: You’re just gonna stand there with a stank face?
Telos has a look of determination written on his face. But Tre Golden notices that Telos isn’t even focused on him. Tre finally turns around and isn’t phased one bit by Cyborg’s presence.
Now he too has that same look of determination as they both are ready for Tyson. Tyson closes his eyes as flashback images occur of Quartz and Rust teaming up against him.
He slowly opens his eyes and shakes his head quickly.
Cyborg: Don’t you two get any funny ideas out there tonight like two worthless civilians I know.
Golden: If you mean, CQC; they been interfering with my matches as well. Hell, it seems like I can’t get any matches to end on good terms.
Golden: But that’s the deal with you inception dudes. Too concerned with yourself to see the big picture. I’m bringing it to both of you tonight homie.
Golden: So be prepared.
Tyson looks at Tre with a smug look on his face. But turns his attention from just him to both of them.
Cyborg: When you two are done cackling like two school girls come meet me in the ring.
Cyborg looks Tre and Telos up and down. He sucks on his teeth like something is stuck between them.
Cyborg: Lunch meat.
Cyborg walks off without any regard for both of them. Tre shakes his head.
Golden: Nah son don’t use that as an excuse for your breath, it’s called regular brushing flossing… personal hygiene.
Telos stands with the glare still on his face before shifting his focus back to Tre.
Telos: Now listen Tre: Not that long ago, I put former Pride champion Cort Marshall's ass in the dirt, and one week later you get crushed by a geriatric zombie. Me and you? This ain't even a discussion. You and Marshall were one in the same; speedbumps.
Telos: Matter of fact, if you want to speak to me, you do it through your boy Cobra. At least he knows how to put on a good show [laughs].
Telos: I got some unfinished business I'd like to handle tonight. You get in my way, I'll reserve a burial plot for you next to the old man.
Telos walks past Tre Golden, bumping his shoulder as he leaves the frame.
Golden (Smiling): Always wins and losses with these newbies, every day is a new day, and everyday is perfect for a new fight….. keep focusing on the past…. and it’s bound to repeat itself.
Golden shakes his head laughing to himself.
Golden (Huge Grin): As for the smoke… looking forward to it sun burnt kanye….. Oooo I’m looking forward to it.
Golden shadow boxes for a moment bouncing on his toes. He drops into side lunge stretches pausing for a moment on each before heading towards the curtain as the scene fades.
TELOS vs TRE GOLDEN
vs TYSON WAGNER
Eariler that day before riot the scene opens at the RoadHouse where the sound of the music from the radio bumps away in the background of the crowd of people chatting and laughing. Ashley Moore and Empress make their way toward the counter where Blaine is serving up some customers.
Empress looks around the bar mildly disgusted at the scenery. She lets out a brief sigh before continuing further into the bar.
Empress: This place disturbingly reminds me of home. Walking my Fatter..fat..whatever Otōsan home from places like this late at night ..drunk off his ass.
Blaine: Yeah, well if you were my daughter I would send him home drunk too.
Empress glares at Blaine due to the comment.
Empress: Ha haa.. Very funny which one of the **** covered bathroom stalls in this Roach Motel did you get that joke from?
Empress: How about you make yourself useful and give me your best brand of Sake!
Blaine: The hell is that, princess?
Empress: It’s apparently something too high class for this shi…
Moore quickly interrupts.
Ashley Moore: Two of your most expensive brews! Please.
As Ashley walks to the back, she nudges Empress in the ribs.
Ashley Moore: Keep her happy, damnit!
Empress mocking Moore: Keep her happy. Blahh
The three of them take a seat in the back of the bar and start to talk over strategies while getting drunk slowly.
Ashley Moore: You know what, Empress. Why are you always so aggressive? I mean I like what you did to Valkyrie, but damn, that was harsh.
Empress: Why do you care? You don’t give a **** about me. We aren’t friends and we never will be this is a short-term gag.
Empress looks over at Moore before finishing the last of her drink slamming the glass on the table and waving at the bartender for another.
Ashley Moore: The alcohol is not good for you. You become more and more valk-ish.
Empress slightly buzzed: Alcohol not good for you said no one everrrr.
Ashley Moore: And even if I don’t give a **** about you. We still have the same goals and should go for them together and I don’t think this will be a short-term matter.
Empress kicks over her chair accidentally spilling her drink while slamming her hands on the table. She stares at Moore with a drunken intensity.
Empress: Don’t ever compare me to Sachiko! I’ll kick you and your twin sister’s ass.
Empress continues to stare at Moore from across the table while yelling in jumbled and slurred Japanese.
Ashley Moore: My what? We don’t even look slightly similar. Just shut up and get both of us another round.
Blaine watches, annoyed: Lightweights.
Ashley Moore: Big mouth? Then show us what you got!
The three go from talking about strategies and how much they hate Belle, Flojo, and Valkyrie to pounding down drinks one after another trying to out drink each other.
Hours of drinking pass the three are all lounging around the table drunk as We Are The Champions by Queen can be heard playing on the radio in the background.
Ashley Moore has her head laying on the table starts humming to the song as Empress joins in. The humming eventually turns into silently singing at the table. Ashley Moore picks up one of the empty bottles from the table and breaks out singing loudly into it like a microphone. Empress joins in both of them singing completely off-key from each other.
Blaine trying not to show how drunk she is while watching from her seat and tapping her foot under the table while humming along.
The two start yelling the song in the bar and leaning on the other customers. As the song wraps up Ashley sits down in the corner and passes out while Empress runs out of the bar and can be seen throwing up from the window.
Blaine smirks slightly: I win.
Rust: You saw what happened! Fame try to make me look bad, try to make US look bad. But tonight it is Quartz and I vs Doc Green. Let's see who's laughing now.
Aisu looks not interrested.
Aisu: I see.. But did you do what you told me few weeks ago?
Rust: Huh?
Aisu: Do everything to find me an opponent.. Remember?
Rust doesn't look happy at all.
Rust: Well you saw what I been through these past few weeks and months. TTT has no time to breath. My partner is a Cowboy now. Spider was at the hospital and Kass is getting revenge on all these fools.
All of sudden, Zoe comes from around the corner and cuts her brother off.
Zoe: You are useless Rusty. I told you not to listen to him, Ais.
Rust: Nani ?! You changed something..
Aisu: Your hair! Fits you perfectly.
Rust: Meh.
Zoe went from her signature redhead pigtails to longer, darker hair.
Zoe: What do you know about women Rusty? Never saw you with one.
Zoe: Either way. Yes, thank you Ais. Wanted a change. I wanted to look less like a little b****.
But that is not the point. I have great news for you.
Rust looks happy all of a sudden.
Zoe: Not for you, you dummy.
Zoe: I did what my brother promised you he would, but as you know, never capitulises on his promesses. I found you an opponent.
Aisu jumps for joy.
Aisu: REALLY ?! THANK YOU !.. But, who is it ?
Zoe: Well, let's say, get ready to compete at the Supershow, next week. I don't want to ruin the surprise.
Zoe: Boyz, see you around.
The camera fades as Aisu and Rusty look at each other in shock.
Fans pour through the outer halls of Madison Square Garden, wearing the merch of their favorite wrestlers, stables and catchphrases.
Through the dull roar, the camera moves towards a swamped merch booth where a number of low level OCW staff members work tirelessly to distribute the chosen items, collect cash and divy out change.
With the staff members distracted by the business at hand, they fail to notice the man with the replica title belt thrown over their shoulder move behind the merch table and begin rummaging through boxes of surplus merchandise beneath the back tables.
He leans back, unfolding a t-shirt to reveal it’s the current line of FAME merch. As the man begins to pull a few of the boxes out from under the table, a staff member who had turned to grab a shirt from the stockpile notices him, and places a hand on his shoulder, knocking the replica title belt down onto the ground.
OCW Staff Member: Sir, you can’t be back here-
The trespasser turns around to face the staff member as well as the camera, revealing an actual title belt, the Pride Championship title, had been sitting on his shoulder beneath the replica belt. The man wearing the strap is the Pride Champion and One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio.
Bobby Minio: Hey buddy, my bad. I was just grabbing a few of these FAME shirts for a special project tonight. A little bar-bee-que, just a short rib.
Minio flashes a grin that radiates with sarcasm, which makes the staff member noticeably uneasy. In the background, other staff members are taking notice, with someone that appears to be in middle management lifting a radio and whispering into the receiver. Minio sees this over the closest staff member’s shoulder.
OCW Staff Member: Yeah, that… this… this sounds really off. I’m going to have to ask-
Bobby Minio: Tell ya what, I’m just going to take a few of these boxes, and if you feel so inclined, you can square up, and just try to stop me...
There is a brief pause as Minio waits, providing the man with an opening. This is a bluff, as Minio knows for sure this poor man is not going to act on the invitation. The look of defeat rests on the staff members face, prompting Minio to continue.
Bobby Minio: Hey, no shame, I get it, this is above your pay grade, and really, that’s the point. Tell ya what though, when management shows up, just tell them to pass along this message to their platinum haired Geppetto: You’ll know exactly where to find me with a few boxes of FAME t-shirts.
Minio reaches up, patting the staff member on the shoulder, who cringes ever so slightly at the touch.
Bobby Minio: Thanks ahead of time.
With that, Minio kneels down, hauling two boxes of the shirts up against his chest. He turns, nodding to the middle manager still whispering into his walkie-talkie, and moves out, vanishing into the crowd.
The camera begins to pull back into the crowd as well, holding on the frame of the OCW staff members congregating at the table to discuss what had just transpired, as oblivious fans begins to throw a fit that they are not able to buy their Valkyrie, Uncrowned and Drago Cesar swag fast enough.
