A camera pans over the OCW universe as they are going wild for another spectacular episode of Riot. It comes to rest at the X-tron where we find Joshua Tucker listening to music on his special edition “LET’S GO” headphones on an equipment box in the backstage area.
While nodding his head to the beat from the tunes playing he happens to notice fellow rookie Alex Asher walk past. Tucker looks at Asher then looks away before quickly hopping off of the equipment box and removing his headphones as he tries to catch up to Asher.
Tucker-Yo Asher wait up!
He shouts while jogging up behind him. Asher stops and turns around to face Tucker as he approaches.
Tucker-Hey dude! I figured I would say what’s up and to thank you for a good match back on Turmoil 243. It might not mean much coming from me, but you are a good competitor and always make me dig down deep to give my all when I face you in the ring.
Tucker-Speaking of you and I in the ring, I had something I wanted to run by you and get your thoughts on it. Would you like to hear what it is?
Asher takes the earbuds out of his ears and leans against a nearby wall. He kicked one foot up against the wall and placed his phone inside of his pocket.
Alex:Yeah sure man, go ahead. I've got time to kill. What's up?
Tucker-Well you see, I know at one time you wanted to be a tag team champion here in OCW and I know things didn’t work out for you for one reason or the next, but we won’t go into detail. Since though, you have been trying to find your footing, and well that has been me my whole time here so far. We know each other pretty well from our time in the ring.
Tucker- So I’m thinking that you and I should team up and show not only the OCW universe, but the guys and gals in the back exactly what we are capable of. Now I’m not saying go right after the titles ,because let's face it, that would not be a wise thing to do. I’m Saying let’s do this right and make names for ourselves in this division and earn our place here one way or the other. What do you say?
Asher looks down at the ground then back up at Tucker before Tucker starts to say something else
Tucker-Now, I know it’s a big decision so there is no rush to answer right now. Unless of course you are down, and in which case LET'S GO!!!
Alex:Listen man, I'm gonna be honest with you. I've been on a team before and that didn't end too well. I thought those guys had my back, turns out they didn't. I'm not exactly jumping to be put on another team right now. You seem like a pretty cool guy and you can clearly handle yourself in the ring. I'm not questioning your skills, but I'd rather wait a little while. Although, if booking put us together for a few matches I wouldn't oppose it.
Tucker nods his head
Tucker-I can understand the hesitation.I can’t speak for or about those other guys, but I CAN speak for myself. I’m telling you that when I say something I stick to it to the best of my ability, and if I say I got your back then you can guarantee that very thing.
Tucker-Just don’t mess around and wait too long. Like I I said last week, year two is going to be better for me, and no better time to start than now!
Alex:I hear what you're saying man and I respect it. You speak to booking about getting us a match together and I'll think about it. Until then, meet me at the gym about two blocks from here. We'll talk more about it there. I gotta get going though, I got a date. Two twin blondes.
Tucker-I see, well have fun tonight.
Alex:You too man. I'll catch you later. If you need me, you already know my number. 1-800-Best-In-The-World.
Asher then pulls his phone back out and begins texting as he heads down the hall. Tucker just shakes his head as Asher disappears down the hall as the scene fades.
KAT vs. HEATHER
The scene opens with a flash of TV static, transitioning to a black and white view of a dingy underpass of a canal, graffiti coating the limestone walls.
A solitary figure stands alone in the frame as a small semblance of colour returns to the shot, the man dressed head to toe in black.
A pair of round sunglasses and balaclava mask the identity of the figure, but the unmistakable braids of hair protruding from the back of the baseball cap the man adorns signifies the figure to be Doc Green, as he removes the garment covering his face to reveal the iconic beard of the former Rookie World Champion.
The clothes he wears are symbiotic with the gang culture of England, and he wears them proudly as he makes his presence known on camera, as it cuts close to a medium shot.
Doc: When you’re born like me, nothing is given to you. I’ve dealt with people like Harvey Hamilton Ocean my entire life. Born into privilege, expecting everything to fall into his lap, while the rest of us scratch and claw to even get by. I lived and breathed these streets while Harvey was groomed to become a champion in this business. They don’t make wrestlers here, they make fighters.
Doc: Harvey, I watched my mum work three jobs to keep a roof over mine and her head, and you expect me not to get sick to my stomach at the thought of you sitting on top of your little pedestal, like you’re some kind of untouchable God? Trust me, Ocean, there’s only one God in this world and he taught me that your kind don’t belong at the top. They despise me in America, but here, I’m still a national f**king hero, mate.
Doc: There’s a little thing that tends to happen to people like you where I’m from, Harvey; poetic justice. Yeah, you’re the one of the greatest around right now; Two time OCW World's Heavyweight Champion, Light Heavyweight Champion and tournament winner, Rookie of the Year, and don’t you let everyone know about it like the obnoxious little rat you are. You’re too proud for your own good, Harvey, it’s why everyone you associate yourself with inevitably turns on you.
Doc: So, keep on trying to reconcile your relationship with your girl, keep on ignoring the inevitable collapse of your ego. I know you at your weakest, Harvey, and I know how to get into your head. You forget that I was the one who brought back the ‘real’ H2O all those months ago, and that’s why it’s going to be so sweet at Road 2 Glory when I get to put you back in the mud where you belong. See you around, mate.
With that final word, Doc pushes the camera into the ground, leaving it on its side as he pulls the balaclava back over his face and walks away. The TV static flashes again and fades to black.
In the backstage area we see Wrex standing, waiting around aimlessly
as the scotsmen is standing around El Parca approaches Wrex and taps him on the back before jumping back a little.
El Parca: Seems some things have changed around here haven’t they? But, you can also say they haven’t at the same time. I mean look at us, you’re still kinda Mr. CCW and gave me the fight of my life. Now tonight, we get to do that all over again. Sounds fun doesn’t it?
Wrex: Mr. CCW.. such a dumb fuckin’ name, Quartz can have it. What do you want kid?
El Parca: Just stopping by to wish you the best of luck tonight. As you can see, Parca pats his leg that should have the kneebrace on I’m taking it upon myself to give you my all yet again. Except this time.. I can’t leave as the loser.
Wrex just sighs
Wrex: I have bigger things coming up than you kid, bigger necks to break.. And you say you’re bringing it all, yet you ain't bringing the gold to the table are you? What makes you think you deserve my best if you ain’t giving me everything?
El Parca: Well, because, regardless for the gold or not for the gold. It was never about that when I challenged you remember? I came to Turmoil to fight the best and that’s exactly what happened. Now, tonight? I get to fight the best yet again but here’s the thing Wrex..
El Parca: Sure, I may have had some setbacks. As have you; but the thing is I didn’t go home and get drunk. You were THE GUY, Mr. CCW, the guy who gave me the fight of my LIFE! And I can’t ever repay you for that. But tonight, I’m not the same Parca you fought months ago.
Wrex: Maybe the peppy shit works with the rookies, but not with me Parca. I already made you a star, blowing smoke up my ass like you did before aint gonna get you shit, Mr. CCW aint here no more, I got tired of trying to hold up the world, now I just want three things, my belt, Kass neck under my boot and the main event of Lution. All three at once would be best.
Wrex: You ain't strapped to leather, made of gold and probably weight eight and a half pounds wet so you aint my belt.
Wrex: You might be held together with duct tape and cheap mexican painkillers but I don't see any paint so you aint Kass.
Wrex: And there isn't some rich kid paying eight grand to come to the front seats and watch you so you aint my main event. Wrex: You want my best? You ain't getting it kid, you haven't given me anything to deserve it.
Parca let’s out a deep sigh.
El Parca: Y’know I guess you’re right. I haven’t given you anything for me to deserve your best. But, tonight?
Parca steps up closer to Wrex
El Parca: Well tonight, when I beat you out there? And our official record is 1-1. That’s when I will have earned the right for your best.
Parca steps back and starts walking away from Wrex.
Parca stops briefly and looks over his shoulder at Wrex.
El Parca: Oh and Wrex? When you beat Quartz for the CCW championship? I’ll be sure to come ask for my rematch Parca puts up air quotes “Champ.”
Wrex: Make sure to hold on tight to that piece of crap you call a title then “Champ” can’t wait to carry them both.
Parca continues walking away from Wrex as Wrex can hear..
El Parca: First you gotta get through tonight before you can think about Quartz. I’ll see ya out there Wrex.
Wrex: Just remember I ain't paying your hospital bills when you leave tonight with another concussion
Parca mutters under his breath: Yea.. yea.. I know. Parca then throws up a peace sign behind him to Wrex as the cameras pan down back to the announcers desk.
T.Y. SPARKS Jr.(c)
vs.
CORT MARSHALL
On the set of the Clark Effect, Stacy Clark is preparing to have one of her least favorite OCW superstars, Ryu Matsumoto, come on the show. She takes in a large breath when she is told,
Production member: They are here
Stacy rubs the bridge of her nose
Clark: They?
Clark stands out of her seat to see Ghouls rush on the scene, replacing every member of her staff, while others are changing the set.
She goes to sit back down in despair but a ghoul priest has already yoinked her seat and she falls to the floor and at that very moment is when Kassidy and Ryu walk into the room.
Spider laughs and points at Stacy, Kassidy looks at her on the floor and chuckles,
Kassidy: Silly Thot.
RYU: GOTTEEM
Ryu and Kass sit down in chairs that have already been set up for them as three ghouls shoo Stacy off.
Kassidy: Get her out of HERE!
RYU: Can you believe she thought I’d actually do an interview with her?
Kassidy: Right? Anyways, I’m glad to have my fasha on My Place with Kasstianity tonight.
RYU: It's always a pleasure to sit down with MY BOY, the three time World Champion, Longest reigning OCW World Champion and first Ballot Hall of Famer.
Kassidy: So why are you here tonight?
RYU: Well quite frankly I have some unfinished business.
Kassidy: What do you mean good sir.
RYU: Those cowards, Isuzu Quartz and Rust Cohle.
RYU: I don’t know if they were replaced by imposters, or they were brainwashed by OUR ZERO, but they attacked me their very own Grand Fasha.
Kassidy: Sad!
RYU: So I’ve come here to ask you to help me stage an InTTTervention and beat some sense into those dummies.
Ryu stands up and puts his hand out for Kass to shake.
RYU: What do you say?
Kassidy stands out of his chair and shakes Ryu’s hand,
Kassidy: I say, taking two titles from quartz, is better than one.
