Ever since last Riot Tiberius Octavian Dupree, Your Beloved Universal Lightheavyweight Champion has had a resurgence of motivation he hasn’t had felt since his fiery yesteryears.
At this point he’s met a dozen or so future versions of himself and unfortunately thrice as many future versions of Ryu Matsumoto. Yet only one has given him a future worth fighting for.
A future where he has ascended beyond time and space, beyond the mediocre stars of Nate Ortiz and Dennis Black, far beyond the dimensional droppings of Trash Spider and light years beyond anything anyone in OCW could ever comprehend.
Dupree: I will be a God of Betterness….
He opens his eyes and stares directly into the camera, his maple brown pupils a universe of their own.
Dupree: Once I defeat Ryu…Sigh…..again, it will become the catalyst in all timelines, all realities and all dimensions to my undeniable ascension to my final form of perfected Betterness….
A unblinking universe.
Dupree: Think of this as a Public Service Announcement to OCW and every universe in between….
Dupree: Nothing will stop my ascension, nothing!
A universe in flames.
Dupree: Not Trash or his bloodsucking son, not his cinnamon savage of a ex-boyfriend, not the urban racist, not even the niceties of the vietcong, not anyone or anything!
A dead universe.
Dupree: Kneesus Christ must ascend, sacrifices must be made and it begins with the future sacrifice of Ryu Matsumoto mentally, metaphysically and universally at The Clash.
A universe now shrouded in darkness as Tibby closes his eyes and the camera fades to black.
***
We come back from commercial to start this G-TV off a little differently as Ginger is already standing in the ring, waving to the crowd as some cheered him while a small majority booed him.
Ginger: Ladies and gentlemen… I welcome you to G-TV, now last week I received a lot of flack for making sure no harm came to Ricky but as per usual certain fans think I was aiding in the attack.
A few sections of the crowd booed and chanted Justice for Ricky as if the catch phrase would stick.
Ginger: After everything was done and we were backstage this happened.
Ginger: So to those people who lost faith in your favourite intern I assure you I’ve had my comeuppance. Now onto a bit of a serious news, A few weeks ago we witnessed the career of a rookie die. Young Colin Bailey was ecstatic with his win that put him into tonights contendership match. However a career that looked promising was cut short when the giant Big Ed threw the poor man from the top of the production truck.
The X-tron showed Colin being thrown into the boxes below, his neck twisted in a weird angle as his eyes rolled about in his skull.
Ginger: Paramedics tried to ease Colin’s pain here at Nassau Veterans Memorial coliseum but their stellar efforts were to no avail. Colin was pronounced a paraplegic on arrival to the nearest medical clinic. Such a waste of talent that was cut short. So we will honour Colin with a minutes silence, may your career Rest in Peace mr Bailey.
A few members of the locker room stood on the stage as Ginger held his hand up for silence… twenty seconds in and Ginger broke the silence.
Ginger: Well a minute is just too long and we have a lot of things on for this evening.
The crowd laughed as Ginger ended the vigil.
Ginger: Anyway tonight our guest is competing in the number one contenders match for a shot a Dennis Black at The Clash. So without further ado I present to you…… Daaaaanny BOOOOOYDuh..
The lights began flashing and everyone looked to the ramp as the guest appeared.
The crowd half cheered as the rookie jived around the ring, others started chanting: WHo are you, who who who who. Before Ginger waved them quiet.
Ginger: That’s enough, this man won his way into the number one contendership match and should get your respect… Until he loses of course, The Crown have this tournament all but wrapped up.
Ginger turned to Danny who glittered in the spotlight.
Ginger: Mr Boyd, how are you feeling leading up to tonight’s match? Is there any pre match jitters?
Danny: Oooh hey Ginger! First of, thanks for having me, it really is a joy to be here. And about the match, well... I don’t see why I should worry really.
Danny: I’ve already proved that I should be taken seriously, without the need to show how brute and rude I can be. I’m here to entertain and give this poor audience something to be excited about!
Ginger: So flamboyant elegance is what you bring to the table,nice. Now I’ve noticed you’re very close to Cheryl Stixx, phoooar am I right? Anyway a few weeks ago you were ambushed by a member of The Crown, what do you have to say to your attacker? Who may be in this match with you tonight.
The crowd booed at the mention of the stable, a small glint of hope however shone with some members of the audience calling for them to appear. Meanwhile Danny patiently waited
Ginger: Please relax folks this will be an uniterrupted interview. Please go on Danny.
Danny: Cheryl is an old friend of mine, my best friend. We grew up together in Vegas and she’s the one who brought me to OCW. I can assure you that we have big plans together...
Danny: And about my attacker, honestly, I couldn’t care less about him. I’m clearly superior to every men in OCW, everyone had a glimpse of that on my last match... And I’m willing to keep on outshining them.
Danny: To be fair, a part of me understands the reasons why The Crown chose to act like they did. I’d do the same, but with way more elegance... those hoodies were sooo 2007…
Ginger: Yes those hoodies are quite ridiculous.. Nowthis is another question aimed at your friend, recently she’s been linked with being a bit close to a certain champion. Since you’re so close with her I want to get your perspective, does this make you jealous or have you got your eye on a certain bombshell?
Ginger gauged Danny’s reaction, and then smiled slyly seeing a tick appear as Danny spoke.
Danny: I don't think I'm in a position to reveal anything about my friend's personal life. But you have to keep in mind that much of what is heard out there is nothing more than gossip and rumors, people with a social life of their own or with goals to achieve themselves do not make this kind of question.
Danny: And even if Cheryl was interested in someone, what makes you think that I'd be jealous? And if "I got my eyes on a certain bombshell"? Really?! Please Ginger, you're embarrassing yourself in front of everybody... Maybe if your question was a little different, I'd give you a list of people who got my attention...
Danny: Now excuse me, if you want to paint your nails and gossip there are more suitable places to do it than right here. Some of us have to work, for real... and my nails are already done, dammit!
Ginger’s eyes bulged as Danny got a little close for comfort, his breath smelt like wildberry mint chewing gum.
Ginger: I meant no disrespect, I guess it was presumptuous of me to assume you and Cheryl were an item. I know we’ve spoken a lot about Cheryl I’m sorry for that. So please enlighten us what does make you tick, who do you find appealing and who have you got lined up if you lose tonight?
Danny didn't say anything he just looked at Ginger with disdain before turning and leaving the ring, the crowd booed as they wanted more answers but it was like water off a ducks back to the flamboyant Vegas native.
The scene cuts to commercial before Ginger can sign off…..
The camera pans to the announce team.
We have a show packed to the brim this week folks.
With The Clash looming who knows what going to happen.
Things had changed at the Roadhouse. It was still a shit hole, but a shit hole with improvements. The giant gap in the ceiling had been patched and the broken windows covered with blue tarp. Sawdust covered the ground where the bar was being rebuilt. Most tables were covered in a thick grime, almost every stool was broken, but there was beer, some hard liquors, a few of those funny little umbrellas, and molded limes.
Ashley Blain had stolen most of the alcohol, and most of the handy work had been handled by the local homeless population in exchange for the moldy limes, and a few shots. The work was shit, but cheap. Her funding partner was a frugal asshole.
Her first paying customers had not been intending to visit. A baseball bat, and harsh words had prompted a stuttering family of four tourist to visit. The kids played roll the cue ball across the table while the parents overpaid for warm Coronas. They didn’t tip, but it was a start.
Not long after a few more people had stumbled in. They were looking for cocaine, and left with a bag of powdered sugar after paying double the street value. Customers nonetheless. A week after the grand opening the first OCW wrestler had stumbled in.
She recognized him, Raiden Hayes.
He was hunched over the bar coddling his Budweiser bottle. She took pity on him and slid another beer down the bar to him. He wasn’t paying attention and the beer smacked into him.
Hayes: What the hell, bitch?
Blain’s eyes went wide and she stalked down the bar in a huff. Raiden wasn’t exactly the biggest guy, and Blain had definitely been doing some curls lately. So she wasn’t going to be told off like that.
Blain reached down behind the bar and brought up a baseball and slammed it down on the wooden counter: Do we have a problem?
From the office emerged Thomas Archer.
Archer: Wigless-17, cease and desist. Violent transgressions against paying customers shall see you returned to the streets from whence you came, and don't try telling me you're a woman. Taking that dead rat off of your head and having a shower does not give you a va-jay-jay. When Austin comes, send him in.
It happened in the blink of an eye, time stood still on what was happening in the bar until the office door clicked shut, Archer disappearing again.
Blain slides another beer down to Hayes, this one with her own secret sauce.
Austin Lee storms into the bar, not even acknowledging Blain and walks straight behind the bar and into the back.
He walks into the office where Archer has made himself at home, puffing a cigar and sipping on Scotch, on the rocks. Archer takes a gulp and motions to Lee.
Archer: Have a seat! Not literally, they cost money.
Austin eyes the crazy rich man as he sits down.
Archer: So what can I do you for? I see Archer merchandise is through the roof. Well, Invictus stuff is, but it's all about Archer anyway. Triple A… Do you think a name like that could catch on? Wait…
He pushes a buzzer.
Archer: Start working on “Triple A” t-shirts.
The buzzer clicks off and Archer leans forward, clasping his hands in front of him.
Archer: So… What do you want Austin?
Austin leans back in the chair as he kicks his feet up on the desk.
Austin: Nothing at all just with nothing interesting going on with Turmoil I figured I would just entertain myself over here.
Austin: They typically frown upon me getting bored over there for some reason. It's almost like they think I care or something and would go out of my way to entertain myself.
Austin: Hit that button for me.
Click.
Austin begins to yell at the speaker: Send in a Jack Daniels Ash… Not a glass the whole bottle let's cut out the middle man.
Austin: Now since we are talking about merchandise a little birdie told me that you and I need to have a conversation about a certain trademark you now own….
Austin: To think an entitled gentleman such as yourself would go to such levels to steal Invictus from me...
A bottle of Jack Daniels comes flying in. It crashes against the wall with a resounding crack. Precious liquid spilled everywhere.
Blain: F**k off.
Archer ignores the outburst with a smile.
Archer: My dear Austin, it's not stealing… I merely acquired the trademark through legal means, I even paid the registration fee. It's not my fault if your business practices are less than… Marvelous.
Austin: Ha. It's not my fault if I decide to pay some respects to Sidberg and powerbomb you through this desk.
Archer: But I digress, you let your trademark expire, and I saw an opportunity, I took it and now I am set to reap the benefits. However, as a token of good will, the trademark on “B-17” expires in about twenty minutes time.
Archer reaches into a drawer and retrieves a laptop which he slides in Austin's direction.
Archer: The purchase information is all ready to go, all you would have to do is change the name, if not… Then I'll be happy to take it off your hands.
Austin: I will trade you the Bingo trademark for Invictus and another bottle of whiskey, since I see the new guy behind the bar is kind of a dick and broke my bottle.
Austin types in his information onto the computer and purchases the B-17 trademark.
Archer: I'm afraid the Invictus trademark is not up for negotiation, but I'll give you a bottle of whiskey as a token of friendship.
At that, Archer goes back into the drawer, this time retrieving a bottle of Glenfidditch which he slides across, the cap is sealed.
Archer: It's old. Not as old as RD Money, but it's old.
The scene fades out with Austin taking a bolt of whiskey whilst staring intently out the window of Archers office, focusing on an available pool table.
The camera pans to the announce team.
We are starting to look like some other company.
Matches will start soon I promise.
The camera cuts to the back to the interviewer.
Interview: Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome at this time, Rust Cohle.
Some boo's from the crowd.
Interview: Last week, we saw you desperate to have a match but nobody came to your rescue. Plus you were complaining about having to compete in unfair matches and situations. Now this week you'll be facing one half of the former Tag Team Champions: Liger Mask. Any reactions about that announcement ?
Rust: Reactions ? They should have gave me opportunities way before that. And what kind of opportunity is that? A former champ? I don't want FORMER champs, I don't give a shit about old glory.
But let me tell you a little secret. You have not being paiying attention lately. Nobody did. While you were too busy screwing me one way or another, I took matters into my own hands. But then again, you fools are too blind to see that, even now.
Grabs the mic, his voice gets lower and he is almost whispering, calm and collected. We can look into the eyes of a mad man right here. A lunatic. He is smiling.
Rust: I don't give a fuck about my match tonight.... The damage is done.... Time has come.. You have all entered my world now. But I got to warn you.... That is a Cold, Cohle World..
Drops the mic and walks away.
***
The Delorean rolls to a stop in what can only be described as a dark slum. Ryu, Mugen and Dupree step out of the car.
Dupree: Oh kneesus, this Earth is disgusting.
Mugen: Yeah I wonder what happened here.
They both turn to see Spider looking directly up.
They join him and see why, they are underneath a brightly lit futuristic cityscape, hover cars zip by between bright hologram advertisements, skyscrapers and each other.
Mugen and Dupree: Oh…
Rust Cohle vs Liger Mask
The camera pans to the announce team.
Like that he's done.
Well then.
Capo is at Golds Gym getting a session in when his phone goes off. Its Genevieve...The two haven't spoken since the altercation a few days ago. Capo is still pissed off, and everytime he looks in the mirror, the scar reminds him of her….Although reluctant to pick up, Capo answers the phone and places Gene on speaker. He has chosen to not wear any emotions on his sleeve to make it look like he is over what happened.
Capo: Yo Gee what’s good?
Genevieve: What? I can’t believe you picked up…
Capo: I didn't know it was you… (Capo gives her the scumbag laugh insinuating he deleted her number.)
Genevieve: Oh it’s like that now? How are you? How...is...your…
Capo: I look like the real Scarface now lady!! You wanna try out for the Yankees? You know I can get you a tryout in their bullpen.
Capo then mimicks Tony Montana: “Who can I trust....You need people like me so you can point your fingers and say That’s the Bad Guy”....
Genevieve: I didn't mean to hurt you...Im so sorry..
Capo pauses, then swallows his pride again…
Capo: It's all good Gee...But you should know that I am a loyal guy. It means the world to me. If I like something I say how I feel. I I hate something I say how I feel. No filters baby!!
Genevieve: I know but I was just jealous...I can’t have bitches trying to take my man!! Sigh….
Capo: Yea well you need to learn how to channel your anger other places. You could have put my eye out. My career at OCW would have been over…
Genevieve: I know I know im soooo sorry Capo!….Please, accept my apology…
Capo: You coming over tonight? We can make up my bed….…..(scumbag laugh)
Genevieve: Such a bad boy….Well I would but…...sigh….Dont be mad…
Genevieve: I would but…..
Capo: Just say it, what could be worse than what’s already happened Gene…
Genevieve: I would but I have a match against Cassidy Valentine..
Capo grows silent on the phone….
Capo: ….You're kidding me….Please tell me you're kidding me…
Genevieve: I’m serious….I talked to my friend Cheryl and she talked to some Malu gu-
Capo: Wait a minute!! You talked to who?? Cheryl?? Stixx??
Genevieve: Yes, Cheryl Stixx...We go way back...College friends, Las Vegas trips...I told you about her at the beach...
Capo: What in the entire world are you trying to do? You never mentioned knowing Cheryl Stixx btw!
Genevieve: I just want to wrestle Capo
Capo: You have only trained what 3 days??
Genevieve: sigh….
Capo: Is this about Flojo?? Are you still on that??
Genevieve: What??
Capo: You’re all in now….You know Cassidy is her friend righ---
Capo stops abruptly….
Capo: You're not telling me something...What do you and Cheryl have planned?
Genevieve: Nothing Capo...We are just going to hang and be friends again.
Capo: Gee, honey listen to me...You dont need any friends in this business. Not right now....You can work yourself up the ranks with hard work and training. You don't need to make crews for favors. “A FAVOR GONNA KILL YOU FASTER THAN A BULLET”.[Quoting Carlitos Way]
Genevieve: Listen, can you make some of that Pasta I like??
Capo: Wait--what da fuk...Pasta???
Genevieve: I gotta go, wish me luck and watch my match daddy!!! Bye…(click)
Capo stares at phone in disappointment….
***
The scene opens backstage in the guest locker room of turmoil where The Leg Kick Connoisseur, Sultan of the FlipCutter, Son of Trash Time, and The OCW Champion, Kassidy Hayes.
Kassidy: Another night, another impossible task of finding Mugen; I’m starting to think he does yoga in another universe or timeline till its time to wrestle.
There is a knock on the door,
Kassidy: It’s open
A backstage staff member enters the room holding a piece of paper, the staff member hands the paper to Kass and fleas. Kassidy looks at the folded paper and it is signed from Mugen,
Kassidy: Alright, hopefully this is our game plan, his promise that I can trust him tonight.
Kassidy opens the paper,
Good Luck out there pal, KOK Kassidy rips the paper and starts to freak out,
Kassidy: What does that even mean?
Kassidy double takes because he notices he ripped the paper diagonally due to the triangle fold. Kassidy picks up the pieces of paper and lines it back up, he repeatedly flattens the paper and attempts to rip it in a straight line.
He fails again, splintering off from the initial rip, Kassidy quickly grabs his Championship and bags and leave the room.
