Caine takes a microphone from the ring announcer, walks to the middle of the ring and sits cross-legged facing the hard camera.
Solomon Caine: Turmoil 231. The last stop before Wrestlelution 13.
Caine pauses for a moment and looks over the crowd.
Solomon Caine: For the last few weeks, I've been on a mission. And that mission has taken me here, dressed up in front of thousands of blithering idiots to say my piece.
Solomon Caine:
Blithering idiots, I might add, that continue to boo me despite all the effort I put into this ring.
The crowd boos.
Solomon Caine: I worked my ass off to get here, and yet people insist on disrespecting me.
Solomon Caine:
A name spelled wrong here, being left off the show there, an incompetent referee here. And then my girlfriend ends up with the raw nerve to accuse me of "making excuses".
Caine seems to start half rambling to himself, half speaking to the camera.
Solomon Caine: Leaves. Doesn't answer or return my calls. Makes me look like a damn fool.
Caine stops, pulls a bullet out of his inner jacket pocket and places it vertically in the middle of the ring.
Solomon Caine: My mission is not over, it is in-fact just beginning. And no matter how much it takes, I will succeed. See you at Wrestlelution.
Caine tosses away the microphone and rolls out of the ring. As he walks to the back, the camera switches and zooms in on the bullet in the ring. The camera fades to black.
EMPRESS vs BELLE
We cut to a dark, smoky room. All it contains is one man sitting on a folding chair; that man is Christian Shepard. We don’t hear a question… but we hear his answer.
Shepard: Frankly, I just don’t see how any of these guys can compete.
The shot cuts, everything in the same position as before, except in the chair now sits Telos. Once again, we only get an answer.
Telos: I'm not in the business of making friends. I'm here for an opportunity. Now, *shrugs* I just got a few more speedbumps in front of me. I'll roll over them too.
We now see ghostly clips overlayed onto the interview, a quick and violent montage of Telos’ wins and his attacks on other wrestlers backstage. The footage stops and again we cut, this time to Cort Marshall. He pulls his sunglasses off and sighs.
Cort: You have to understand. Everyone has a breaking point.
More footage overlayed on Cort, brutal action from his hardcore match against Christian Shepard at Devil’s Night. Footage ends with another cut; Tre Golden is in the chair.
Tre: I don’t know. He’s not doing good. But I have to focus on me. That briefcase is my chance. To redeem myself for everything that happened before. To prove Tre Golden is here for the long run. My shot for the Dream, The World Heavyweight Championship.
More footage of Tre before he left flashes across the screen, Pinning Austin Lee at Clash, Pinning Jacob Trance, Driving Smythe D. wonder through a table, Holding the Hardcore Championship over his head, until we cut again to Telos.
Telos: Enemies are for those with grudges. I'm not in the business of holding grudges. I'm here to see this thing until the end…and I'll leave myself broken before I let anyone else this from me.
Cut.
Shepard: I’m proud of myself. I really am. Everything’s falling into place. It’s just perfect.
He leans back and a sinister grin curls up his cheeks. We cut again.
Cort: And as far as I’m concerned, he’s responsible for everything that happens in this match. He asked for it. But he doesn’t know what he was asking for.
For the first time, we hear one of the questions, spoken by Stacy Clarke.
Stacy: What about Tre?
Cort: I appreciate his help. I really do. But there are some things you have to finish yourself. This briefcase is more than an opportunity to win a title... it's a chance to make a statement. To tell everybody that it's not that easy to get rid of me. That the American Dream still has weight in this world!
We cut hard to Shepard laughing.
Shepard: He’s an idiot! A fool! He’s so easy to trick it’s almost sad. I’m not worried. And everyone else? Listen. I am world champ material. The rest can fight over their scraps.
Cut.
Tre: They underestimate me. That’s okay. I’m used to it. But it’s a Deadly mistake, I cut my teeth in OCW as the Hardcore Champion, I’ve taken more Chair, Hammer, and Kendo stick shots than any of these guys have or will ever will…. Unlike the rest of these guys, I’ve had a ladder match on the big stage. This match will come down to experience and Persistence
Cut.
Cort: It’s a little ironic. Whenever I made a mistake… you know how it goes. He would take out the belt. For a long time I resented him for that. But maybe violence is the only answer people are willing to understand.
One clip, of Shepard injuring Cort’s leg with the chair. Cut to Telos, standing up out of his chair and yelling.
Telos: I. Will. NOT! Be overlooked again! Half of these men have failed into greater positions than they deserve! I see what kind of games are being played…and I'll be damned if the rules stay the same after I'm done.
He sits down and we cut to Cort, staring directly into the camera.
Cort: Something has to give.
Cut.
Telos: Bottom line, Wrestlution, I emerge the holder of that briefcase. And I don't know if OCW is prepared for the Endgame.
Cut.
Tre: Too many times. I have been knocked down too many times to not get back up. And I will get back up… as long as these fists can be raised I won’t stop moving forward… all I can ask is that you believe in me and watch me win the Future Investment at Wrestlution 13.
Cut.
Shepard: There has never been a more foregone conclusion in the history of OCW. This is my time. Better practice rolling out red carpets. And get some EMTs for that American Idiot, because I might have to hurt him. I have to win...
Cut.
Stacy: Do you have any doubts?
Telos: I doubt you have anything smart left to ask me.
He stands up, knocking the chair over, and walks up to the camera. With a disgusted look on his face, he pushes it over with one hand. It tilts up, leaning back, before falling to the ground. The lens shatters, leaving a black hole surrounded by jagged glass. Framed by the wreckage, a logo fades in:
