Ladies and Gentleman we are back on the scene! With RIOT 595
Let's FUGN GO!
Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to a special Clark Effect!
Stacey Clark: My guest tonight needs very little introduction, The Shogun of Harlem, Tre Golden. What makes this even more special is Tre rejected the normal interview space and asked me to meet him here.
Stacey Clark turns and waves towards a large gym in disrepair.
SC: While he completes his mandatory community service!
Stacey walks into the gym, rap music can be heard in the background, Tre Golden is standing in the middle dressed in sweats and his Fro as elegant as ever.
Stacey walks up to Shogun. Tre turns to her with a wide grin!
Tre Golden: Stacey! Glad to see you, I'm very happy to see you. I'm not even going to complain that we haven't had one of these sit downs yet.
Tre Golden: This is about the kids.
He gestures toward the mat, a few teens sitting around can be seen.
Tre Golden: I'm opening up the Tre Golden community outreach program. Going to teach at-risk youth some wrestling!
Tre pulls out a flask out of his jacket and takes a swig. He then pulls out a blunt and lights it with his Golden zippo. He takes a long drag and lets out a huge puff of smoke into the room.
SC: You're seriously drinking and smoking?
Tre Golden: Why wouldn't I, don't be that girl Stacey and kill the vibe.
Stacey gestures towards the kids.
Tre Golden: Ain't shit they haven't seen before….. Aye y'all run some laps or something while I talk to the nice white woman.
The kids roll their eyes and start running circles around the mat.
TreGolden: See what I figured is these kids need guidance, they need to be kept off the streets, they need the Shogun. This is what really matters, giving back to a community that gave you so much, that what really matters, not tacky expensive clothes.
Tre Golden: And I have about 500 hours of community service to get through so this doesn't hurt.
SC: Speaking of that someone has to sign off on your paperwork, you can't just set up your own program.
???: I'll be helping with that Stacey.
Off Camera a woman with long dark hair enters, the camera pans to her face and it is revealed to be Tre’s adopted sister, and coincidently Kassidy Hayes Ex-Wife….. Kyra Dos Santos.
KDS:I'm the one who helped facilitate his release from custody. I'm going to use his fame and influence to bring this place back to life, and the fact he can't say no makes it even better.
KDS:Welcome truly Stacey to the Re-opening of the RDS Academy!
The scene fades out as we can still see Stacey Clark and Krya in deep conversation.
EMP'S ENFORCER EXHIBITION SHIANNE LOVELACE vs.
KAMEYO HADA
The camera finds Jasmin Kaffee in the TWC locker room, rocking uncomfortably on a bench as she’s approached by both the camera, and Aisu. It's clear there's a lot on the young woman's mind.
Jasmin: Oh… hey, Aisu.
Aisu: Greetings, Jasmin. How are you feeling kid ?
Jasmin: I… I’m surprised you even came looking for me. I figured y’all… hated me too. Sorry about Turmoil.
Aisu: There is no hatred here, in victory or defeat, you live and learn. Also don’t concern yourself with others opinions, focus on what you should be doing, and that is being technically sound and fearless.
Jasmin: Aisu, I really appreciate it, man, but I can’t. I’m not you. I’m not even good enough to look you in the face. Every time I get in that ring I make a fool out of you, out of Marcus, out of John when he hasn’t already made a fool out of himself.
Jasmin: Maybe everybody left for a reason. I’m just dead weight, after all.
Aisu takes a seat next to Jasmin, putting an arm around the young woman’s shoulders and giving her a knowing look from behind his mask.
Aisu: See, I’ve been in your shoes before. Actually a lot of people in these locker rooms did at one point, and I have seen them pass by, again and again. There is no dead weight. But when I thought I was touching the bottom of the pit, I turned into what made me who I was.
Aisu: Here, take this.
Aisu offers Jasmin a mask that looks a lot like his, only black and silver. Jasmin is initially hesitant, touching it almost as if she’s afraid it will bite her.
Jasmin: … Aisu, I can’t-
Aisu: From where I come from, this right here, is a sign of respect, not only in the ring but a sign of respect for what you do and for the people looking at you perform. I regained confidence by looking at my roots, and it made me whole again. Block away everything that comes from the outside, focus on what is inside.
Aisu: I respect you, and by association, we are partners, so I insist on you taking that gift, whether you wear it or not. I am sure it would help.
Jasmin takes the mask, still a bit uneasy, but nods thoughtfully.
Jasmin: T-thanks, Aisu.
A replay of the semifinals of Queen of OCW appears on screen. Just as everyone in attendance remembers, Harri Etiquette heroically kicks out of Ashley Moore's pin and regains the upper hand, and as Ashley lay face down on the floor, Harri, suddenly regaining composure, hits her cartwheel pele kick, causing Ashley to crumple to the ground.
Harri then ascends the top rope, hits a 720 corkscrew double rotation shooting star press, and the camera cuts to an audience member. The audience member is young, wearing an 'Etiquette' T shirt, and he is screaming his support.
Audience member: It's not enough! More moves, Harri!
Harri lifts Ashley up, hits the Etiquette Check, and pins her with the split legged leg drop, immediately becoming the Queen of OCW, despite this being a 'replay' of the semifinals. Eagle-eyed viewers (or really anyone with regular eyes) will have noticed that the unfamiliar parts of this replay appear to be shot with Harri in a blonde wig playing the role of Ashley, awkwardly green screened into the ring as the real Harri flies around. The audience's cheers are nearly deafening as Harri celebrates the victory.
'Ashley': Oh no, once again I am defeated by the best member of Moore Etiquette. Truly am I vanquished.
At this point, even blind viewers can hear that Harri is just putting on the worst English accent of all time while laying on the floor.
The camera pans over to the real Harri quickly, and as Colin Locke's theme plays, Harri looks dead at the camera, ready to deliver an MCU-tier wise crack.
Harri: Hey look, her boyfriend's come to visit. Let's see what shit this guy's got coming.
'Colin' runs to the ring. It is very clear that this is Harri in an unconvincing wig, a white t shirt and a brown leather jacket.
'Colin': I will express my sorrow through the medium of dead memes.
Again, worst attempt at a British accent of all time from Harri, just pitched down in Audacity. The fake Colin cradles the fake Ashley in his arms, with some of the most awkward green screen animation you can imagine, the green-screened fake Ashley sort of floats upwards in a strange, keyframe-y fashion as fake Colin delivers a eulogy.
'Colin': Fs in the chat. Dicks out for Harambe.
'He' turns to Harri, causing his arms to phase through the green-screened fake Ashley.
'Colin': You dun goof'd, Harri. I'm calling the cyber police, and consequences will never be the same.
The camera pans back to the real, non-disguised Harri.
Harri: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now! Lemme get my royal cushion or some shit, that throne looks uncomfortable.
Harri climbs out of the ring and goes to sit on the throne, but as she does, the screen starts to wiggle and wobble, fading out to reveal Harri asleep on a bench in her ring gear, talking in her sleep between snores.
Harri: ... Hey, Ted, bring me a f**kin' pretzel. No, I don't wanna eat it! I just wanna...
She lets out a huge snore.
Harri: Just kinda untie it and see if it turns into a...
She wakes up.
Harri: Hey! Damn it, now I've gotta go out there and win all the Queen of OCW matches, I hate dreaming of shit that ain't happened yet.
A nearby tv is displaying a replay of the QOCW match exactly as it happened, Ashley's victory and all. Upon seeing this, Harri starts shaking with anger.
Harri: You mean to tell me... That match wasn't a previous, less awesome dream where Ashley won and that yellow-haired bitch has got my undefeated streak AND the Queen of OCW title?!
Harri kicks a nearby bin. It goes flying.
Harri: I swear to Christ, no one better try and rub this shit in my face later!
She calms her breathing for a second, and things go eerily quiet. For a moment, at least...
Harri takes a deep breath.
Harri:AND WHERE THE SHIT IS MY ETIQUETTE CHAMPIONSHIP IN BRIEFCASE FORM?!
The briefcase is in plain sight, but Harri repeatedly misses it as she storms around the room, turning over cushions, benches, opening lockers, and turning over tables as the scene fades out, transitioning into the next segment of the night.
