The camera pans to the middle of the ring, in it sits a standard table, two chairs and a piece of paper. This paper of course being the contract for the CCW championship match this coming Chill Faktor.
One of these chairs is already filled, with Wrex having shown up out of the crowd just a few moments ago, microphone and a beer in hand.
Wrex: Alright Bingo. We’ve done this routine enough times to know how it goes. Get out here and get this signed so I can go home.
Wrex is already signing his name on the paper by the time True Survivor starts playing through the arena and The CCW Champion Bingo makes his way down.
B17 rolls into the ring and nods at Wrex. Without wasting time he picks up a pen, signs, and tries to leave the ring.
Wrex: Wait a minute…
B17 looks back.
Wrex: Just like that?
B17: Isn’t that all what you wanted?
Wrex looks at the contract and then slowly turns to look at the CCW Championship draped over Bingo’s shoulder.
Wrex: No...No. that is not all I wanted. You know. I may not have learned to hate you over all these battles and all these years. But I sure as hell have learned to resent you. Three time CCW Champion, constantly top of the card. Hell, they call you fucking Doom Machine. You know how much I resent your shadow?
B17 nods his head and sucks at his lip.
B17: Resent. Resent? Wrex I don’t hate you, but resent? Oh yeah. I’ve felt that for you. I have never gotten a rematch after losing a title, I have been told to go to the back of the line after losing a single match, I have watched Legend after Legend, after Legend bend over backwards just to give you another god damn moment for you to squander!
B17 gets closer to Wrex: And yet, every goddamn time that I’m down I dust my ass off, hit the gym, and crawl back to where I belong! Here! I belong here! No one carries me back up the hill! I do that myself.
B17 gets closer still: And what do you do? You fall to vices and misery, and drunkenness. We’re more likely to find you crying on the couch then here fighting for the right to stand here!
Wrex: Yeah. Maybe I ain’t been the best at taking loss on the chin Bingo, I know that, I accept that. But don’t you fuckin say I haven’t fought for the right to stand here. I’ve given my knees to these people holding up the goddamn fort. I’ve given my shoulder, my elbow, my ribs and what’s left of my goddamn mind to them! Don’t you dare try to piss on what I’ve done.
Wrex gets up from his chair, staring down Bingo.
Wrex: And legends bending over backwards? Really? Is this about Trance? I took my shot at him, took the belt and sent him packing. Took you another year to manage that right?
Wrex: Or is it because I went toe to toe with the deadliest Samoan alive and beat him five times in an hour.
Wrex: Maybe it’s cause I took on a Pugh desperate to kill this show and threw him out on his ass. I'm sure me being seen as the face of Turmoil and not you must have stung huh?
Wrex: Oh and of course then I topped it off by coming back from career uncertainty to kick the head off the man that put me there.
Wrex: Bending over backwards for me? Get you goddamn story right. It was me bending their backs over my goddamn knee!
Wrex takes a moment to have a sip of his beer before continuing.
Wrex: I’m done sitting around Bingo, never again.. I know my time is coming. Sooner than I’d like to admit. I’m not going to spend that precious time on my couch.
Wrex: But before that time comes, there’s one thing I need to do.
Wrex takes a step closer and delivers a surprise headbut knocking Bingo down.
Wrex: I need to beat you! You’re the last hurdle standing in my way and I’ll be damned if I leave here with an unfinished goal.
Bingos back to his senses and already getting up, blood spilling from his nose but not before Wrex has already left the ring and headed for the crowd, mic and beer still in hand.
Wrex: Home stretch now Bingo. I’ll see you at Chill.
Wrex drops the mic in a fans lap and heads off into the depths.
RYU: A to B to C! It couldn’t be clearer.
A quick pan shows TY Sparks and Quartz sitting in folding chairs. Spider is standing in front of a white board. There are lines drawing him to the Pride Championship as well as lines from Quartz to the OCW Title and TY to the CCW Title.
RYU: Revolution Incorporated!
Spider turns to the camera and says “legally distinct.” before turning back
RYU: WE are the ones who will change the landscape of thi-
Quartz leaps from his seat and tosses the chair behind him. It slams against the ground as he steps to his mentor with a frustrated look on his face.
Quartz: Here’s where I AM UNCLEAR, SPIDER.
Quartz throws his forearm into the white board, knocking it back. He wipes away the “A, B and C” from the board and stares down Spider.
Quartz: ABC? Three? This is not a gah’ damn conglomerate, Spider! This ‘team’ is ME. This ‘group’ you put together? This is MINE. I took you out of that cube and if I have to put you back in it-
RYU: Woah, woah, woah… Hang on Quartz. Let’s all calm down. We need to reset.
Spider takes three distinct steps away from Quartz. Quartz looks at TY then back at Spider confused.
Quartz: ...What are you doing?
RYU: I’m resetting! IT’S ABOUT SPACE, NOT TIME.
Quartz: Oh for fu- THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT.
Sparks: Don’t fight, guys.
RYU and Quartz stop their argument and turn to TY Sparks, who is now standing.
Sparks: Spider, you made this team with the Ace in mind, right?
Sparks: ...and Quartz… How would it look for you to lead the REVOLUTION as the champion if Spider and I were also champions?
RYU: BIG BRAIN!
Quartz thinks for a moment, a bit shocked at TY’s exhibit of initiative.
Quartz steps forward to TY Sparks and smiles. His eyes shoot up into the lights, still a bit taken aback. He pats TY on the shoulder.
Quartz: ...You’re right, kid.
Quartz: Spider, I’ll be back. I have a couple of people I need to see.
Ryu Matsumoto nods menacingly and steps back towards the white board as TY sits back down with a wondrous look on his face. Quartz exits the room and we fade to the next segment.
SUDDEN DEATH MATCH KASSIDY HAYES & A.C. COBRA
vs.
WOLVES OF VANGUARD
Brian Feinstein can be seen sitting in the UAE locker room. Feinstein, is wiping his sweat filled face off as “The Collector” Derek Smith and “The Chosen One” Tyler Walker come into the room.
Feinstein stands up quickly.. For himself that is.
Feinstein: Excellent! The two men I’ve been meaning to have a little chat with! Tyler, tonight is the night! Are you prepared to show the world just WHY you are “The Chosen One”? Because I’m ready for you to take the spotlight.
Tyler: Tonight will be my night big guy you already know that.
Feinstein shifts over toward Derek.
Feinstein: And you, my big brute. You have been on a roll! DESTROYING John and Chris brought such happiness to my soul.
Feinstein sticks a finger up in the air as he starts pacing back and forth in a snails pace.
Feinstein: BUT! Our work is far from over. Tonight Tyler, you are going to show Craig Green, Chrys Greene, or whatever the hell his name is fellow just how DOMINANT you are. But you Derek, you will be sure to lurk in the background, god forbid anything happen to Tyler and he be in danger you will rush to his aid!
Feinstein looks back and forth to both men.
Feinstein: Thoughts, comments, concerns? Anything you need from me?
Derek: My concern is what are we gonna do about John and this money. I didn’t because of that calendar, Kinder kid whatever he goes by.
Feinstein: John will be taken to Court on the highest level! This is my wheelhouse and I will be DAMNED if he dare lay his hands on you in that manner ever again!
Feinstein: For the money? That isn’t an issue for us. All I have to do is send word to Mr. Ahmad and he will make sure everything is taken care of. But you Derek, you will collect a debt. And that debt will be from Dylan Kinder. Are you up for it?
Derek: I’m always up for a chance at revenge. What is it?
Feinstein smirks devilish
Feinstein: I’m gonna try and pull a few things and see what comes from that. I’ll keep you informed.
Tyler: Speaking of revenge, After I beat that nobody that goes by the name Chris Green or whatever, I plan to get my licks back with a handy dandy chair, maybe break a few ribs or something.
Tyler picks up a chair with a menacing look in his cold grey eyes.
Tyler: No human can stand the strikes from a cold metal chair, It’s like superman and kryptonite it just doesn't end well. Right Derek.
Feinstein: Yes! Yes! I love to hear this! Now remember, Derek, stay closeby to Tyler just incase any tomfoolery is about with these Wrestling Club hooligans. Go out and there and show them WHY you two are POWER AND GLORY!
The two men nod as they make their way out of the locker room. Feinstein takes a seat on a nearby couch as suddenly the door bursts open.
Furiously enters UAE’s resident movie star, Maxx Edwards, and he has his eyes set on Feinstein.
Maxx: BRI-FI! Can you explain to me what happened on Riot?!?
Feinstein: Well Maxx, clearly Aisu returned. Didn’t really have that planned out well..
Maxx: I know that but he came in and stole MY spotlight!
Feinstein: Now, now relax! YOUR spotlight shines brighter than that comedian’s career ever will be! You have your movie, another one on the way, and now well… It’s time for you to show Mr. I have an arm fetish a lesson!
Maxx: Beautiful! Beautiful! What do you have in mind?
Feinstein motions for Maxx to take a seat.
Feinstein: First off, take a seat. You’re making my blood pressure get higher. Secondly, you right now you have the sequel for Montana James to begin filming. So why don’t I call in somebody and see what they can do to help us out with this Aisu problem yea?
Maxx sits down across from Feinstein and helps himself to a small portion from Big Mama’s Cheesy Snack Pack that is situated on Feinstein’s desk.
Feinstein watches Maxx and gives him an ugly eye.
Maxx: It’s just one thigh
Feinstein: Don’t you think it would be best to watch your figure?
Maxx flings a piece of cheese covered chicken skin at Feinstein landing square on his eyebrow.
Feinstein: WHY WOULD YOU THROW THAT? DON’T YOU SEE HOW DELICIOUS THIS CHICKEN IS? GOOD LORD MAN WHAT ARE YOU THINKING RIGHT NOW?! STOP EATING THE GOD DAMN CHICKEN MAXX!!
Maxx: FINE! I WILL STOP EATING!
Alone chicken thigh flies across the room and grazes Feinstein on his shoulder leaving some artificial residue and a grease stain on his jacket.
Feinstein: Is my clothing a joke to you? DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE MY DRY CLEANING IS? Oi vey Maxxy.
Maxx: Anyways, Have you had any updates on that jet ski for Montana James 2?
Feinstein rummages around in his now cheese stained coat pocket as he pulls out a set of keys.
Feinstein: All covered. This should treat ya nicely!
Feinstein throws the keyring to Maxx.
Maxx: Nice! If you think about Feiny, that dry cleaning is gonna be pretty insignificant when the new movie comes out.
Feinstein: Obviously I know that Maxx.
The two men go back and forth talking about details of the movie and how they plan to get back at Aisu as the camera pans away.
The current Greatest OCW World Heavyweight Champion EVER Harvey Hamilton Ocean is seen walking backstage with Heather Angelo.
Harvey has his arm draped around Heather as he helps carry her bags to their locker room.
Stacy: Hey guys!
They stop to turn their focus onto Stacy Clark.
Stacy: Heather you step foot once again into The Turmoil ring; this time against an old rival Lotus Flojo. Care to elaborate on what we’re going to expect tonight?
Heather: From every night this day forward I’m going to pray before my match starts and ask…
Harvey covers Heather’s mouth with his other hand to stop her from saying the name.
Harvey: Babe, we discussed this. Just say you pray you don’t unleash “The Fury.”
Harvey removes his hand and Heather does her signature sinister laugh.
Heather: Oh what the devil was I thinking?
Stacy: You’re not talking about…
Now BOTH Heather and Harvey put their finger to their lips at the same time. Stacy refrains from saying it.
Heather: I no longer have this so-called rivalry with Flojo any longer. Nor, I have with any woman in this company. Do I, Harvey?
Harvey smirks and shakes his head from left to right. Heather looks away for a second as Harvey rolls his eyes. Heather looks quickly back at him and all she sees is a smile.
Heather: We’ve already seen Empress come back and wanted this smoke. But then she realized QUICKLY she was blowing smoke up her own ass.
Heather: I just want all the girls in the back to know that whatever happened in the past that involved me is over.
Stacy: Wow, well that’s an unfamiliar attitude which is refreshing to see from you Heather. Now H2O, speaking of rivals, do want to talk about the recent events involving Blacksmith bringing up old rivals?
H2O: Stacy, the days of playing mind games are over. Whether it’s me controlling the game, like I did against Drago or being played with like Kassidy Hayes, is in the past.
H2O: I’m going to take Kassidy’s advice and not stoop to his level. Blacksmith did say he’s not on my level correct?
Both Heather and Stacy nod their heads, “Yes”.
H2O: So there. He gets a pass on attacking me last week and hopes he seeks some mental help in the future.
Harvey and Heather walk away.
Stacy: Wait! Harvey!
They both come back into frame.
Stacy: You do know that Chill Faktor is in the place you grew up in Denver, Colorado this year? Will we see The Good Light return and face The Last Blacksmith?
Both Heather and Harvey look at each other in surprise. Harvey leans into Stacy’s mic.
H2O: I’ll think about it.
Stacy is shocked by the answer Harvey has given her as she watches them walk away.
CHRIS GREENE vs. TYLER WALKER
The second match ends as the camera cuts backstage to Stacy. Grabbing her microphone.
Stacy: “Welcome to the Clark Effect! We have a rookie on tonight's addition. He’s going to explain his reason why he joined Wrestle Club”
Dylan walks in with a smirk on his face as he takes a seat across from Stacy.
Stacy: “Let's get right into this Dylan, What is your relationship with Wrestle Club? You clearly were brought in by them for a reason. What exactly is that reason?”
Dylan: “I don't exactly know what you mean by the relationship i have with them but i'd love to have one with you.”
Dylan winks at Stacy. Stacy just rolls her eyes.
Stacy: “Stop the flirting, lets get back on track.”
Dylan: “Of course, Of course. My relations with Wrestle Club is more with John. Him and I have been on bad terms for years but things have changed. We both have the same goal. All 3 of us have the same goal. That is to bring back real Wrestling!”
Stacy nods her head.
Stacy: “How is it you will do this?”
Dylan stands up and walks towards the camera.
Dylan: “We will do it by taking out chumps like Derek. Nothin but a waste of space. I was brought into Wrestle Club to give OCW new life. To show this place real WRESTLING!”
Dylan grabs a hold of the camera staring it down.
Dylan “We are no rookies, we are real wrestlers. The best ones in this company. We have long contracts, so get used to seeing our beautiful faces.”
Dylan throws the camera down. Begins to exit but stops in the doorway, blowing a kiss at Stacy.
