The camera cuts into a shot of Johnny Millionaire following his match with Telos. He is wiping sweat off his brow with a towel as he stumbles through the backstage area.
Millionaire: Unsafe! Unsafe! Unsafe! WHADD’A YOU LOOKIN’ AT?
The camera pans over to reveal Jerome Hamilton and Kareem Franklin stood across from the sexiest man alive. Jerome nods disapprovingly at Millionaire.
Hamilton: Hey, not cool man, I thought you was a respectable guy.
Kareem: Yeah! My clients would never ever cheat in a wrestling ring, consider yourself taken off the shortlist!
Millionaire grabs Kareem by the lapels on his sky-blue blazer and starts shaking him as he speaks.
Millionaire: LISTEN BUDDY! I DON’ CARE-E-E-E WHAT YOUR CLIENTS WOULD OR WOULDN’ DO! I DON’ EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT YOU’RE REALLY STARTING TO PISS ME OFF!
Millionaire:
I GAVE UP A LIFE OF LUXURY AND EXTRAVAGANCE TO SIGN WITH THIS COMPANY, AND ON MY FIRST DAMN NIGHT I GET PUT UP AGAINST THAT, THAT, THAT… THING! GET OUT OF MY FACE, SCHMUCK!
Johnny throws Kareem into Hamilton, who is unmoved by the momentum of the much smaller man. Franklin unceremoniously drops to the floor.
Jerome: Aight the party’s over now, you wanna act like a big man then embarrass yourself in the middle of the ring?
Jerome:
Nah man, we was just tryna’ be nice last week when we showed up at your casino but you ain’t nothin’ but a damn fool. We gonna show you exactly how to act when I get my hands on you.
Johnny Millionaire squares up to Jerome and puts his hands either side of Hamilton’s face. Visible spittle can be seen protruding from Johnny’s mouth as he speaks into the bigger man’s face about a centimetre from him at this point.
Johnny: ALLOW ME… TO TELL YOU SOMETHING. YOU AIN’T SHIT, YOU WERE NEVER SHIT, AND YOU WILL NEVER BE SHIT.
Johnny:
I HAVE MET A MILLION OF YOU COAT-TAIL RIDIN’ FOOLS IN MY LIFE AND AIN’T NONE OF THEM EVER HELD A CANDLE TO THE GREATNESS BEFORE YOU. GOOD DAY!
Johnny storms off in a rage, leaving Jerome Hamilton to pick up Kareem off the floor.
Kareem: HEY! YOU COME BACK HERE! I SWEAR TO GOD JEROME HAMILTON IS GONNA MESS YOU UP REAL BAD IF HE GETS A SHOT! WHAT YOU GONNA DO? YOU LOOK LIKE A FRICKIN’ PORN STAR!
Jerome: Ay don’t worry about it, it ain’t worth it, we’ll show him in the ring. When I get my hands on him there ain’t gonna be anywhere for him to run.
LATER…..
The Make A Wish group and the OCW Hall of Famers stand in front of a pair of skee ball machines.
Host: Who’s ready for a friendly game of skee ball????
The children get excited as the host of the event stands between the superstars.
Host: Put on a good show for them.
Drago and Nate nod their heads, stepping up to the skeeball machines.
Host: Ready? GO!
The Summercide opponents hit the button at the same time, and they start the contest. The timer counts down from sixty as they slide the balls into the holes.
The children cheer them on. Drago has a lackadaisical approach, sliding the balls at any which direction with not so great results. On the other machine, Nate appears to be consistently hitting the higher-scoring targets, a look of unexpected determination on his face.
The timer finally stops. The score is three hundred to one hundred fifty in favor of Nate. He raises his arms in victory while Drago scratches his head.
Drago: Don’t think they had this games in my country….
Nate faces the children with his arms still raised.
Nate: “Best in the World” just doesn’t compare to the Greater than Greatest of All Time! Wooo!
Drago frowns at the strangely braggadocious statement made by The Franchize. He strokes his chin while Nate still celebrates.
Drago: Hm.
Drago hits the button on his machine and Nate’s, starting the contest over again. Nate turns around and is surprised to see Drago consistently nailing the higher-scoring targets.
He worriedly tries to keep up, but Drago’s laser focused throws are too much. The timer expires once again; the score the same as last time, but in favor of Drago. Nate throws his hands up and kicks the machine while Drago awkwardly looks on.
We cut to Nate and Drago standing in front of a few basketball arcade games. Nate is standing in front of a Los Angeles Lakers machine while Drago stands in front of a Boston Celtics cabinet.
Drago: We shoot hoops, yes?
Nate sighs and the whistle emanates from both cabinets, starting the free throw contest. Drago once again is not taking the contest very seriously.
Drago: Kobe!
Drago gets a basket. He then misses the next one.
Drago: Shaq!
Nate furrows his brow, looking rather perturbed.
Nate: You’re on the Celtics…..
Drago: I know. But is fun to say.
The pair score some more points until the buzzer finally rings. The score is twenty two to twenty, favoring Drago. The kids explode into a frenzy of excitement while Nate’s expression remains pensive.
The Franchize grabs one of the basketballs and squeezes it until it pops, startling Drago. Nate stares a hole through Drago as the segment ends.
The scene opens with an outside shot of Terra's re-purposed diner. Two voices can be heard on the inside having something of a heated discussion.
We go inside to find Aerith and Elsa doing repair work now that the crime scene has been opened up. Aerith is hard at work renovating the table that was tipped over onto Terra.
Elsa: Back home people do this for you.
Aerith screws her face up, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.
Aerith: Back home people would help, instead of doing nothing. Instead of just waiting around.
Elsa doesn't look pleased.
Elsa: Is this accusing?
Aerith sighs and stops what she's doing.
Aerith: No, it's just… Just sometimes it feels like you don’t even care.
Elsa: Excuse me? Dragana and me have confront suspects, trying to catch these person and getting this information. Where you been? Huh? Don’t telling me I not care. I do. Of course I do.
Aerith: Show it then! We should be out there trying to get revenge for Terra, finding the person that attacked her!
Elsa: You see what happen to Dragana, what good that do if it happen to us?
Aerith just scowls and picks up a hammer and smacks it hard into the floor.
Aerith: So we just sit here, doing nothing whilst two of our friends are in hospital?! You just sit here caring only about yourself, if I didn't know better I'd say you don't even want to f-
Aerith pauses mid-sentence, her eyes opening wide.
Aerith: Did you hear that? Someone's outside.
Aerith stands, clutching the hammer.
Aerith: Wait here…
The Scottish one slips outside as quietly as she can, closing the door behind her, the camera stays inside on a very concerned Elsa. From outside we hear noises.
Aerith: You! What the hell are you doing here? I…
Aerith is cut off by a loud bang, the noises continue, the sound of a scuffle and a body being banged against the outside of the diner fill the space inside.
Elsa clenches her fists, knuckles going white from the pressure. Eventually, the noises settle down, tentatively she opens the door, it sticks a little so she gives it a shunt.
Elsa: No, no!
An unconscious Aerith blocks the door, a cut across her forehead, face smeared with blood. Elsa begins to panic, pulling out her phone, fumbling with it before dialling a three-digit number. She shakes as she puts the phone to her ear.
Elsa crouches down next to her friend looking very worried, checking on her wounds. She's the last one left…
TRE GOLDEN
vs.
ANTONIO EVERRETT
We pan into an elaborate video game studio office. There is a large sign suspended from the ceiling that reads “Lyndon Labs Entertainment”. AC Cobra walks enters and is greeted by two millennial hipsters
Hipster 1: Hey there buddy, welcome to Lyndon Labs
Hipster 2: We’re glad OCW could send you to test out our game and give us some beta release hype.
Cobra: I started from nothing myself, I was thrilled to get the call to help you guys out. What exactly am I beta testing today?
Hipster 1: This is Tron Life 3000, brand new VR game that simulates your real life counterpart. We want to be able to get real life data, & upload it on your character as your story plays out.
Hipster 2: Let's take you for example, fat, sluggish, and determined in our last update. Now, your character is much slimmer, more likeable, and still has high determination.
All of your real life actions, we managed to slip into our computers and they spit out Tron AC!
Cobra: I wasn’t that fat!
The two hipsters stare at each other.
The trio walk up to a decent sized machine, connected to VR headsets all around it.
We see through a glass window a curious looking cube spinning inside
Hipster 2: This is the Tron Life Hub, which we built using top secret tech.
Hipster 1: All you have to do is strap into one of these headsets and you’ll be good to go.
Cobra, places the headset on and begins to play the beta.
Foul smell of rotting souls settle deep in the trenches of Long Island City. The place where Heather Angelo finds her most comfort lately.
Heather finds herself in an old bathroom. She lights a couple candles and the flickering flame partially illuminates her being.
She places them on each side of the sink as roaches crawl down into the drain and the spiders run to the shadows. There’s half of a mirror on the wall that displays just the head of Heather Angelo.
Heather stares at herself for a few moments. Then she closes her eyes slowly. She can feel her heartbeat slower and slower once again.
Heather: There it is again. Something I wasn’t able to do my whole entire career.
Heather: Focus on...me.
As Heather inhales deeply the noise volume that surrounds her lowers but a familiar voice inside her head gets louder.
The entity that is Furiosa.
Furiosa: Heather, my dear. Please let me out. I promise I will play nicely with Flojo.
Heather twitches her head and ignores her.
Furiosa: Flojo is someone we can toy with in the ring. Think of it as one of those lab creatures experimenting on a bloody rat.
Furiosa: You can try different things to her. Like hitting her with a chair or hitting her with a sledgehammer! (Gasp) I know! Lets try putting her through a table!
Furiosa: So what if there’s disqualification! It’s all about tormenting…..
Heather clenches her eyes as Furiosa’s voice fades away. Heather begins to smile to herself. She opens her eyes slowly.
Heather: I figured it out. Now I owe you one.
Heather: I haven’t felt so free since devil knows when.
Heather looks up to the broken ceiling that looks out to the stars. She stretches her arms out wide.
Heather: Yessssss!!!!
Heather: Flojo doesn’t know what she’s in for at Savage Saturday. It’s nothing she’s ever trained for.
Heather: ….a dish I haven’t served in a long time.
Heather walks away from the mirror. It falls from the wall onto the top of the sink as it shatters into pieces. Heather looks back at the broken mirror.
