The smell of stale cigarette smoke and cheap bourbon fill the room. A source of light is positioned in the center of the room, above a filthy La-Z-Boy chair. The light is absent in all other areas of the room, even the house, as it focuses on this small portion. In the chair sits a man covered in gauze, resembling Griffin, The Invisible Man. The camera slowly zooms out, revealing the beautiful Constance Fury to the right of this man, tattoo machine in hand. Zooming out a bit more, the man is shown to be Aries. A dye cap on his head, a shot of Wild Turkey 101 in his left hand, and a Menthol cigarette in his right.
Aries blows a cloud of smoke into the air, following it by downing the shot of bourbon.
Constance - Oi! Quedarse quieto! Stay still! Why do white men always gotta be so fidgety?!
Aries tries to contain his laughter at Constance's casual racism.
Aries - Lo seeento, Constance. That is how you say "sorry" in Spanish, right? Seento?
Constance rolls her eyes and sucks her teeth.
Constance - No, idioto. SIENTO! Sit back again. I'm almost done with this one!
Listening to the fiesty red-head, Aries sits back in the La-Z-Boy. He puts the cigarette into his mouth, and averts his gaze to the camera in the room. Staring directly in the camera's lens, he smiles.
Aries - You know, I returned to OCW a little over three months ago. Three months. Can you believe that, Constance?
Constance nods her head, as she continues to focus on adding to Aries collection of tattoos.
Aries - She's not listening. She'd probably rip my spine out of my ass if I moved again.
Aries takes the cigarette out of his mouth, and exhales.
Aries - It was nothing personal, Austin Lee. Honestly, I don't even dislike you, but I have been on the wrong side of this thing since my return three months ago. I tried to be on the side of the angels. I tried to follow the rules, and just be myself.
He shakes his head in disagreement with his previous statement.
Aries - The problem is, though, that I wasn't being myself, Austin. I can't fight on the side of the angels. I'm a legend in my own mind, but guess what? No one else thinks the same. When is the last time Aries was name dropped? When is the last time someone thought of me as anything but a vanilla midget flake?
Aries - I don't know the answer to that, Austin, but I can tell you that I hitched my wagon to a horse with no legs, and I don't mean you, Austin. I mean OCW. I returned, and I believed in OCW. I believed in the system, for once in my career, but Austin. That isn't me. Not really.
Aries takes a drag of his cigarette, as Constance puts down her tattoo machine for a moment, and walks off-screen.
Aries - I'm thirsty too, you know, but I'm not like the people that plague the current landscape of Turmoil. I'm bloody thirsty, Austin, and there was only one group of people that really spoke to me. Scumciety have enamored me ever since my return. I was like a kid again, watching the beauty of their destruction.
Aries - Don't worry, though. I'm not thirsty for your blood, Austin Lee. There's only one man in OCW that you have to blame for me turning out this way. Only one.
Constance walks back into frame with the bottle of Wild Turkey 101 in her hands, and pours Aries another drink. Before walking back off-screen, she takes a swig from the bottle.
Aries - One man, Austin. The puppet master of OCW. The ring leader of this clown fiesta. Is he still called "Our Hero"? You see, as I was staring up at those lights at The Clash, I realized something. I realized my actual mission. The real reason I returned. Every time I come back to this place, I have a sour, bitter feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn't know what it was, or how I could get rid of it.
Aries downs the second shot of bourbon, and slams the shot glass onto the arm of the chair.
Aries - However, Austin, I know now. I returned to beat the life out of "Our Hero", Jaysin Clinton Sensation. Is that your middle name, Jay? I know you're watching. It's been a while since I've said your full name. I couldn't bring myself to utter those three letters. J. C. S. The father of OCW. The man who ruined my f***ing career.
Aries slowly gets to his feet, as Constance rushes to the room.
Constance - I wasn't done yet, estupido! SIT DOWN!
Aries walks towards the camera.
Constance - EYE ROLL Gringo..
Aries - All this time. Failed return after failed return. I've been wondering just what's been going wrong. Why do I lose that feeling every time I come back? It's all you, Jaysin. Now, you can ignore me. You can play with your new toys. You can "be a better person" all you want, but Jaysin. I am not going to go away. I will hunt you down, and make you bleed. BLEED!
Aries - If I have to come back to Riot, I will. If I have mow down an army of yes men just to lay a single finger on that greasy forehead of yours, I will. I know what you're thinking. "Great, another sycophant that wants control of my company." No, no. I don't want your company. I just want beat you within in an inch of your life. Keep your company. Keep your fancy suits. Keep your spot on commentary. I just want you, Jaysin Clinton Sensation.
Aries - Please come out of retirement. Let me make you bleed. Let me make you taste every ounce of bitterness and hate that I've felt since that day. May 7th, 2012, Jaysin. That's the day the Aries you knew died. Two days ago...that same Aries was reborn in the iniquitous and the vile. He was reborn in SCUM.
Aries turns around, extending both of his arms, revealing gauze stretched across his shoulder blades. He motions for Constance to remove the gauze, and remove them she does. Slowly peeling them away, a word is shown to the camera. BASTARD. Aries drops his arms, and turns back to face the camera, staring directly into the lens.
Aries - The bastard son of OCW has returned home, Jaysin. See you soon.
Aries blows a kiss to the camera, and waves goodbye.
The camera freeze on Aries for a few seconds before the broadcast begins to rewind. The words from Aries begins to play again echoing out through the room. A cloud of smoke slowly filling the camera lens as it slowly pans around.
#Austin Lee is seated alone inside of a dark apartment, Ice taped to his neck and back still showing the effects from the knife “Bastard” Aries stabbed him with. Raising his cigar to his mouth taking another draw, his eyes glancing from the television to the unopened bottle of Jack Daniel's in his other hand.
#Austin: I made a promise to my wife that things would be different when I came back this time. I told her I would take better care of myself, that I wouldn’t repeat the same mistakes from the year before.
#Austin looks down at the unopened bottle, placing his cigar in his mouth as he begins to break the seal around the bottle. Taking another draw from his cigar blowing the smoke out towards the bottle. Removing the cigar from his mouth looking back towards the television and Aries.
#Austin: I promised her that #Notorious was gone….
#Austin: Told her I was just coming back to help Aries and nothing more #Big Lazy and that’s all.
#Austin opens the bottle .
#Austin: Fast forward a few months and look where we are…. Stuck between breaking a promise to my wife… or letting Aries just walk away after what he did.
#Austin: Give into the old ways…Become what I need to be to solve this problem and become #Notorious or just let a Bastard go free…..
#Austin pauses and takes another draw from his cigar rising to his feet, opening the bottle looking down at it one last time before taking a sip.
#Austin: Just remember Bastard you brought this on yourself…..
Camera fades to black as #Austin Lee turns the television off.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Welcome to Turmoil! This opening match should be a good fight.
The whole night looks to be going that way.
BELLE vs CONSTANCE FURY
The camera pans to the announce team.
Told you.
Good want a cookie?
The camera switches to the backstage area, spanning various equipment pieces. It eventually settles on a shadowy figure sitting on a crate. The figure looks up with a friendly smile, and begins on a cheery note.
Solomon Caine: Oh hey, didn't see you there... And I'm probably not wrong in guessing that you probably don't know who I am.
Caine hops off the crate and stretches his hand straight out, seemingly expecting a handshake. The cameraman reaches out in return, but Caine suddenly sticks his hand upward. His demeanor changes, and he begins speaking slowly and methodically.
Solomon Caine: But you should. And for the record, the name's Caine. Solomon Caine. And you should also know that I'm a man of few words.......
In fact, my first language isn't even English.
Caine lets out a hearty laugh. After a few seconds, the laugh fades and he stares with dead eyes into the camera.
It's violence.
The cameraman begins to back away from Caine as he walks over to a nearby stagehand and grabs him by the back of the neck. Caine hoists the stageman onto his shoulders, and delivers a brutal TKO onto the concrete floor. He sits for a second, and begins to speak.
Solomon Caine: Do with that what you will.
Caine walks down the hall and turns a corner, while medical staff attend to the attacked stagehand. The camera switches.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Loki is looking to inflict some damage.
Man your analysis rivals Joe Buck.
ALEXANDER THRACE vs LOKI
The camera pans to the announce team.
That had to hurt.
No it felt like landing on pillows.
OCW Staff Guy 1: I don't know man, I was told we're supposed to wait for some "big woman" to show up. I'm not going to lie to you... I have no idea what that means.
OCW Staff Guy 2: Do... Do you think Bertha is coming tonight?
OCW Staff Guy 1: Oh... Oh no. I didn't think of that! Shoot I better get out of here!
Both OCW Staff Guy's stand nervously at the door awaiting their near certain fate. They're shaking nervously.
As the door feels 3 faint knocks.... The two men look at each other nervously. One of them prop open the door to peek out.
Women's Voice: Ayeee! Yo, let me innaaa. I'm fuhreaking cold outchea!
OCW Staff Guy 2: ... Uhh, that's not Bertha Stigglitz.
The door swings open as a tall woman in a fuzzy jacket and rose-tinted shades enters. She's got fuzzy gloves on with leather pointed fingers on her thumb and forefinger, clearly used to use a cell phone.
Woman: Oh. Em. Gee. I cannot believe you guys right now.
The two staff members stand looking up at the woman confused. She's scrolling and texting through her phone unreasonably quickly.
Woman: Brrrr. I... said.. BUR! It is sahoooo cold outside, guys!
The woman fluffs her own hair and smiles at the two men before striking a post.
Woman: At least my hair still looks totally fab as f, amirite?
OCW Staff Guy 1: Are you...?
Woman: That's right. @DebbieDee, your favorite, #1 all time twitter follow.
The woman looks into the camera and throws up a peace sign next to her face, winking and plugging her own twitter.
Debbie D: @DebbieDee on Twittah and the graaaaam!
She follows by sliding her phone into her sleeve and seamlessly throwing up a <3 with her hands.
Debbie D: ... So like... Aren't you two gonna usher me to my seat or what?! I mean shoooot.
The two Staff Guys look at each other confused before quickly escorting the tall woman down the hall as she slips her phone back out of her sleeve and plays on it... The camera fades to black.
