Ashley Moore is wandering around in the city, trying to find a place to drink something.
[Ashley Moore (thinking): I don’t believe that she really meant that serious.
Ashley Moore (thinking): I just wanted to drink a glass of wine and she just flushed the whole bottle.
Ashley Moore (thinking): How could I else endure Frozen for the third time in a row.
Ashley Moore (thinking): Let it go, let it… ahhh. Now I can’t get it out of my head.
She sees a bar with a big sign above the entrance that says The Roadhouse.
A gruff man wearing an unbuttoned came flying out of the door. Beer bottles crashed on the pavement around him as he landed with a thud. He rolled over and yelled back into the bar.
Man: HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT’S WHAT LADIES NIGHT MEANT?
A lone bottle came hurling out from the open door and smashed him in the face. Cursing he picked himself up and walked away.
Ashley Moore (thinking): I know I have heard about this place, but can’t remember where. Whatever, at least I will finally be able to empty a few glasses.
Walking in she is greeted by a highly unexpected sight. Women are dancing on poles throughout the entire hardly lit bar. She struggled to see more than the illuminated the tables with scantily clad women. The noise is deafening too.
She stumbles about for a bit before finding the bar.
In the bar she sits down at the counter and tries to catch the eye of bartender to order a glass of white wine. Then she turns around to see if something is going on here. Immediately she spots Ashley Blain staring at her.
Blain throws down the rag she had been using too clean a mug and storms down to Moore.
Blain: What the hell are you doing here, princess?
Moore: I’m...um. I wanted some wine?
Blain laughs: Does it look like we serve wine here?
Moore looks around: No...it looks like you know how to party here though!
Blain looks quizzically at Moore: How drunk are you?
Moore: NOT AT ALL!
Blain: Look closer.
Blain points to a nearby table. Two women are seated there….they are kissing. Passionately. At another nearby table two women are softly chatting in each others ears. All around them. Lesbians.
Moore looks back at Blain horrified: I...I...I.
Blain: You should leave, princess. You already getting some stares. Oh, look. Olga is coming over to say high. She’s a real charmer, you will love her.
A beefy lady with short brown hair comes stumbling over.
Moore: Protect me!
Blain: Why, princess? This should be entertaining.
Moore: I have information about Valkyrie!
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. The footsteps of Olga rattle nearer.
Moore: She’s making plans against you!
Blaine looks suspicious.
Moore: She always says she wants to reveal you are B17 with a wig. Hilarious, I know.
Olga is now only a few feet away.
Moore: She also says that you should really take a bath because you stink like a rotten sandwich. Her words, not mine.
Moore: And once she told me that you are so ugly, you should wear a paper bag around your head. Hilariously, I know.
Olga is now directly behind Ashley Moore and Blaine.
Olga: Hey der perty lady.
Blaine smacks a baseball bat down on the bar: Move on Olga. She’s mine.
Moore: Thank you, that was close.. But you didn’t mean that seriously, did you?
Blaine: As if I was interested in you.
Moore: Well, … thanks anyways…But come on, I know you hate Valkyrie just as much as I do. She has a match on the next Turmoil and you should show her what you think about her.
Blaine: I already crushed her spirit on Riot. I got other things to worry about.
Moore: She was the one that started the “you have a penis” chant at the OCW Strong-women Competition!
Blaine: ****.
*****
The camera pans to the announce team.
Next up we have some bombshell action.
This should be a good one folks.
VALKYRIE vs BELLE
The camera pans to the announce team.
Well done.
Just like I love my steak.
Scene opens backstage as Code Jackman is sorting through his mail.
Code Jackman: Last week had its ups and downs but this week should be a lot better. Hmmm, what is this?
Jackman looks down at the envelope and it says important notice for C-Community leader Code Jackman.
Jackman: Strange, not sure if bingo had got one of these when he was leading these freaks.
He then opens the envelope and begins to read.
Jackman: Dear Mr. Jackman, on behalf of certain circumstances one of your members is suspended indefinitely until further actions take place. We here by the order you to seize any operations regarding FLOJO and her involvement in your organization. Flojo will not be attending any live events in OCW until further notice. Have a great day.
Jackman begins to crinkle up the paper with a big smirk on his face.
Jackman: Everything is working out just fine and dandy here with the New C-Community. Flojo pisses me off anyways.
Scene ends here moving to the next segment.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Hot shot against a seasoned vet.
Expecting a good one.
B17 vs KEITH HENDRIX
The camera pans to the announce team.
That's one way things could end.
Not how I saw it ending.
Scene opens backstage with a shot of a tense sound engineer behind the curtain in a folding chair. He is wearing a black OCW polo with “Staff” written on the back. His over-the-ear headphones are draped over a backwards OCW baseball cap. He wipes the sweat from his brow with his right forearm as he slowly turns his head away from the small video monitor in front of him and looks up at the tall, lanky segment producer with black glasses and a dirty blonde bowl cut standing over his right shoulder.
The producer turns in the direction of the camera, looking directly past it. He extends his right arm out high above his head and spreads his fingers wide. He then squeezes his hand and extends his fingers out two more times. He's clearly signaling “five” to someone. About four seconds later, Keith Hendrix walks through the curtain from the arena and passes through the Gorilla position. He is clearly struggling to walk and clutching his abdomen.
His right arm is draped around the stunning valet that escorted him to ringside. To his left is his tag team partner, Alex Asher. As the trio brush past the producer, they are greeted by a concerned, yet grinning T.Y. Sparks. Keith Hendrix pulls off his headgear with his other hand as Sparks tosses him a towel and embraces Hendrix, pressing his head against Keith's as he grabs the back of his neck.
T.Y. Sparks: Let's go!!! They know we in here now! Not too bad old man. You'll get him next time.
He replaces the valet by extending his shoulder to Keith Hendrix. He then turns to Alex Asher.
T.Y. Sparks: Let's get this guy to the back.
As the foursome begin to walk toward the locker room they are intercepted by an angsty Jim Black.
Jim Black: Keith! Keith Hendrix, can we have a word?
The valet whips her head around and stares daggers at Jim Black. He nearly jumps out of his skin. She turns back to T.Y. Sparks and Alex Asher.
Valet: Get him to the back. I'll handle this.
Jim Black: We just want to hear Keith's thoughts about...
She swiftly raises her left palm to his face, shushing him immediately.
Valet: Let me stop you right there, Jim. Since you and I haven't been personally introduced to one another before, I'm inclined to attribute your complete ineptness and lack of tact to some weird mix of youthful exuberance and professional ambition. After all, who can blame you? Every reporter in OCW wants to be the one to get that first crack at The Outlaw Prince. But seriously, the man just went through a freakin' war out there! It would behoove you to show a little common decency. I know your starstruck, but damn it, Jim, act like you've been there before!
Jim Black: Sorry, ma'am. I'm just trying to do my job. Like you said, I don't know you. With all due respect, I'm not sure our audience has any clue who you are either. I don't remember any uh, accompanying parties, being listed to second Keith Hendrix tonight other than Alex Asher. I just want to talk to Keith Hendrix about his match tonight with B17.
Accompanying Party: Oh, right. Well, maybe if you weren't so RUDE! My name is Stephanie Bank, The Outlaw Princess.
Jim Black: The Outlaw...Princess?
She gives him the look again.
Jim Black: Sorry, you were saying?
Stephanie Bank: I wasn't trying to say anything. I was trying to go about handling my business and getting Keith back to the locker room so he can be attended to. You know, I was just trying to do my job. But we're here now Jim and well, this dress does deserve just a little more air time...
She rolls her eyes from the floor to the ceiling, somehow looking herself up and down approvingly. She flings some hair from over her left shoulder to behind her back, running her hand through her flawless, straight, purple hair as she does so.
Stephanie Bank: What you saw tonight was a sneak peak into the future of OCW. Like so many of your precious little heroes back in that locker room, B17 can see the writing on the wall. They know they can't stop The Experience from getting to the top. They know that T.Y. Sparks, Alex Asher, and Keith Hendrix are one of the most talented groups in all of professional wrestling.
Bank: They heard the murmurings. They're all fans too. But they tried real, real hard to convince themselves that it was all just hype. That just like all the other rookies that have come and gone, surely, The Experience must just be the latest flash in the pan. But the signs have been there since the beginning. They've just been in denial.
Bank: They know it damn near broke OCW's social media when The Experience signed. They know we turned the off-season into the on-season. Ticket sales for OCW live events went up, merch is flying off the shelves, and their match clips have gone more viral than videos of cats playing poker! Yet still, so many critics and most of that locker room lay awake at night trying to convince themselves that everything is going to be okay, that the status quo is safe, and that the OCW faithful will be loyal to the old guard of OCW “superstars”. But what you saw tonight dispatched any doubts about our legitimacy about as abruptly as that pathetic weirdo, B17, was dumped by the C, D plus, F minus, or whatever the hell that loser community calls itself these days.
Bank: The reality is that the A+ community is here now, and The Outlaw Prince has already demonstrated that their leader, Code Jackman, can't hang with the captain of this ship. Tonight, in front of the whole wrestling world, B17 lost his mind. He's so threatened by The Outlaw Prince that he was completely triggered. He wasn't trying to win a wrestling match. He was trying to eliminate Keith once-and-for-all. Well guess what?
Bank: It didn't work! All you've done is prove that Keith Hendrix has been ready since Day 1. All you've done is reveal to the masses that OCW can take its best shot at trying to keep The Experience down and it simply doesn't matter. This is our territory now. Tonight, B17's impotent rage may have allowed him to escape with a draw and a tiny, piece of what little dignity he had when he walked that aisle. But tonight he placed himself directly in my sights.
Bank: You've crossed the boss and now you're going to pay the cost. Tonight, your recklessness put my greatest asset in jeopardy. Things get very personal when you mess around in my business. So B17's going to be dealt with swiftly, just like anyone else who gets in our way... BANK ON IT.
She swiftly turns away from the camera and heads to the back as Jim stands there in complete silence.
*****
A thin male secretary is thrown out of an office door, landing head first on the concrete floor in the hallway. He shuffles to his feet quickly and stammers down the hall as wreckage is heard coming from inside. The camera sneaks up slowly, trying to get a shot of the commotion.
As the camera approaches the door the words “General Manager Malu” are revealed on the front. The OCW universe lets out an ominous “oooooooh” as they see the door. It cracks open slightly and a pair of eyes are seen in the crack of the door.
???: Psst! Get the hell out of here! Assez, aller!
The French exclamation at the cameraman is met with no response, so the office door swings open to reveal Rust Cohle standing in the doorway.
Rust: I will smack you, camera guy.
Quartz: Rusty! What are you doing? Close the door, pull him in here and shut the damn door. That weasel of a secretary is probably going to snitch right now.
Cohle quickly jerks the cameraman into the GM’s office. The camera shakes wildly as he’s pulled into the office.
Cameraman: Hey! Don’t break the camera!
Quartz looks around at the quick carnage the RIOT tag champions inflicted on the office, and begins shaking a green can of spray paint.
Rust: Hehehe, this is going to be too sweet.
Chairs are knocked over and the computer is smashed on the main desk. Several pieces of furniture are leaned over on the walls and torn apart. Quartz has cleared out a specific wall to tag with his green spray paint.
Quartz: A real gosh darn shame that the Sensational Coalition is going to miss Riot 520 after they get suspended.
Quartz continues to shake the can and smirks at his tag partner, who quickly catches onto his sarcasm..
Rust: Well then… At least the crowd will be pleased that those animals can’t do anything to interfere in Kassidy and Spider’s match. A real shame!
Cohle walks back to the door and peeks through the crack, watching for any witnesses. The cameraman keeps the focus locked on Quartz.
Quartz turns to the open wall and begins spraying large letters on the wall.
”Bobby Minio Rullez, Turmoil Sux”.
Quartz: Heheh, that big doofus will think that arrogant douchebag Man-Ee-Oh was behind this.
After a few seconds, Quartz finishes up and Rust Cohle suddenly pops in an elevated whisper, calling both Quartz and the cameraman and gesture for them to quickly leave.
Rust: Ahh! Quartzy, I hear someone running down here!!!
All 3 of them hastily exit the office and duck down behind a nearby equipment box, out of view. The cameraman stays standing in the open and just before Malu, 2 security guards, and the same secretary run into view, Quartz pulls the cameraman down, away from view.
Malu: WHO THE HELL IS CATCHING A DEATH COIL!?
Malu leaps through the office door in a frenzy, trying to catch the perpetrators red handed, but as we know, they’re already gone. Quartz laughs quietly and then stands up, gesturing for Rust to come with him. The cameraman stands up and follows.
CQC enters the room slowly and arrogant and gives a golden raspberry level performance, pretending to be shocked.
Both: E-GADS!
Malu spins around, furious, to see the RIOT tag champions.
Rust: Malu! Your office! What happened?
Quartz: Oh man… look at the wall, Rusty! It was that damn rebel, Bobby Minio! I bet the Inception was just here.
Malu: What the hell are you two doing here!? Can’t you see I’m busy?
Malu turns around again to observe the damage.
Rust: Gorsh, we just came by to visit our favorite blue OCW brand! I wasn’t.. Oh no, I wasn’t expecting this!
Quartz: Geez. This seems like a fireable offense. I would not be happy if I was you.
Malu: Oh there’s going to be HELL to pay! He didn’t even spell “rules” right!
Quartz smirks to Rust Cohle and the two start backing out of the office.
Quartz: Oh that was probably just for comedic effect. Er, erhm. HE, Bobby, he probably knows how to spell it, it was just for --
Rust Cohle winces and slaps his tag partner in the arm, shutting him up. Malu turns around slowly to stare at Quartz, who just shrugs at the Turmoil GM.
Malu: Will… You… Two… Clowns… get out of here?!
Quartz and Cohle nod quickly and backpedal out of the door, one at a time. The scene ends as Malu quickly throws his head to the right… staring at the cameraman and squinting with curiosity.
