The X-Tron Flickers On!
An electrical hum could be heard buzzing through the P.A system, piercing the attention of those in the arena, much like the needle piercing the skin of the tattoo parlors client. The room is dimly lit, with curtains covering the doorway to the front of the tattoo parlor. Almost like that Biblical scene where Moses parts the Red Sea, "The Bastard" Aries, struts through the doorway.
The shady folk of the "Not Your Grandma's Needle Point" tattoo parlor nods their heads at the familiar, grotesque-faced Aries. The OCW legend struts his way over to his favorite tattoo artist, Hammer, and like a cheesy 80's action movie; Aries raises his fist in the air for a quick fist bump.
The two fists meet, followed by an "explosion."
Hammer - My favorite customer! How's tricks you c***?!
Aries stifles a laugh as OCW censors scramble to mute the vulgar scum in "NYGNP."
Aries - It's going to be a long night for those network censors! HAHA!
Both men share a laugh, as Hammer invites Aries to take a seat. Aries, ready for another tattoo, removes his vest and shirt.
Aries - Tricks are the same, Hammer. Just the same. Still trying to thrive in a thankless job, still trying to bring down "the man," but you know how that is, right?
Hammer - I hear ya, brother. Tell me, what's it going to be this time? We're running out of space, you know?
Aries looks around the room, in search for his next tattoo. Before he can finish scanning the pictures, he hears something unexpected.
??? - SQUAK! SQUAK! PAYING THE RENT! PAYING THE RENT!
Aries looks back over at Hammer.
Aries - The f*** was that?!
Hammer gets up from his chair and pulls back another set of curtains that were covering a compact storage closet.
Hammer - This is Marty McFly, my parrot. I've had him for ten years now.
Aries - Okay. Forget that a grown, burly man has a parrot. Why did it repeat, "paying the rent?"
Hammer - He must have overheard me talking to my landlord. It's no biggie.
Aries - Right...
Aries resumes browsing the tattoos, as a commotion starts in the front room.
Hammer - Sorry chief. Let me check it out. Keep looking!
Hammer leaves Aries to his own devices. After Hammer leaves the room, Aries looks back over to the parrot.
Aries - Marty McFly...what a stupid, f***ing name. You say another thing that reminds me of that p**** CEO, and I'll wring your neck. Rodent.
As Aries continues to mock the parrot, the front of the shop gets quiet. Real quiet. Before he can investigate the lack of noise coming from the other room, the curtains open.
Austin Lee - Surprise, you son of a bitch!
Aries panics, as Austin Lee approaches the legend...with a pistol. The censors are working overtime tonight, attempting to blur out the weapon. Austin clocks Aries with the gun, causing him to fall back into the chair.
Austin Lee - You want to touch my wife?! MY WIFE?! All because we lost our title match? You snowflake!
Aries, dazed and confused, attempts to reason with the hostile Lee.
Aries - Listen, Lee...
Austin Lee - Listen?! Listen to you try and talk your way out of this?! Are you serious?!
Austin hits Aries once again with the gun.
Austin Lee - I've been listening to your garbage for weeks. It's time you listen, but first...
Lee pulls out a pair of handcuffs and cuffs Aries to the chair. A struggle ensues, but Austin is quick to put out the fire.
Austin Lee - I'm not going to ramble on and on about you dishonoring my wife. Instead, I'm going to show you why you should never f*** with her ever again.
Aries - Austin, please...
Once again, he strikes Aries with the gun. He holsters the weapon, but not before picking up another. Austin, with the tattoo gun now in hand, approaches the barely conscious Aries.
Aries - Austin...don't...
In the following moments, the camera turns away, as the censors attempt mute Aries' rage. Austin presses the needle against the cross on Aries abdomen and puts a second line right through the cross.
Austin Lee - Now you'll remember me forever, bitch.
The camera turns back to Aries and zooms in. The cross is now a hashtag. Aries yells more obscenities as he lay staring up at the ceiling as if he's yelling at God himself. Austin puts down the tattoo gun and unholsters the real weapon. He points the gun at Aries, whose staring directly down the barrel. Aries closes his eyes as if he's praying for his life.
Austin cocks the gun and pulls the trigger. Aries receives a shot of liquid courage. Whiskey. His favorite. The alcohol rolls down his cheek as Austin laughs at the distraught legend.
Lee throws down the gun and draws open the curtains to the entrance. The entirety of that shady tattoo parlor is staring, laughing at Aries as he sobs and cusses in that chair, as Hammer is counting a large amount of cash money behind the counter.
Austin Lee - How's it feel to be embarrassed on live television, snowflake?
Marty McFly - SQUAK! SQUAK! MY WORLD! MY WORLD! PAYING THE RENT! PAYING THE RENT!
Austin looks over at the parrot, and can't help but laugh.
Aries - YOU SON OF A BITCH! AUSTIN! AUSTIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!
Marty McFly - SQUAK! FLAKE! FLAKE! SQUAAAAAAAK!
Austin laughs again and turns to leave the tattoo parlor.
Aries - GET THESE F***ING HANDCUFFS OFF OF ME!!
Marty McFly - SQUAK! KIP CONRAD! KIP CONRAD!
Aries - SOMEBODY SHUT THIS F***ING BIRD UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!
Aries continues to yell and holler, as the camera finally cuts away.
BILLY SATURN VID The Camera Pans To The Ramp!
We move from the busy arena in Baltimore Maryland to the busy streets of New York, NY.
Cars zoom by and several hundred pedestrians are walking down the sidewalk, on their way to their own American Dreams. The cameras cut to traffic lights and down the streets. Several cuts later, we land in front of monstrous skyscrapers, somewhere in New York, lined up in a row.
A young, black American in his mid 20s is seen rushing inside one of the buildings, holding two briefcases. His face holds a look of sheer panic and stress.
Kid: C'mon, c'mon, C'MON!
The kid places the briefcases down to his sides and takes the time to frantically press the elevator buttons, almost as if pressing them harder will bring the elevator quicker.
He takes the waiting time to straighten his royal blue two-piece suit and make sure his tie is not wrinkled. He fixes a bluetooth in his right ear and quickly grabs the two briefcases as the elevator doors open wide.
He squeezes himself in between the doors tapping his foot quickly trying to urge the doors closed.
Kid: Oh god. Oh god. Is this really happening?!
Drips of sweat continue dropping from the kid's well kept, waved hair.
Kid: I can't do this shit. I can't.
The screen goes black for several moments before...
DING
The kid saunters out of the elevator perfectly composed. His suit is perfectly pressed and all of the stress has disappeared from his face.
He smiles at the receptionist and walks right by before he's stopped by two security guards. One of the two grabs his arm to stop his progress.
Security: Yo, where are you going with those?
Kid: Listen, you common shit. If I wanted some overpaid muscle head grabbing my arm, I'd be in that garbage ass wrestling show across the street.
The security guards are taken aback by the confidence and strength shown by the young man.
Security: What did you just say, punk?!
The kid drops both briefcases and now there's a scene. Several civilians have stopped to observe the ruckus. He steps right into the face of the guard.
Kid: Lemme make myself clear, b. If you don't let go of my arm, I will send you back to whatever backwoods, obese redneck state you came from!
Just before the guard can act on his impulse and punch the kid... He's stopped by a voice.
???: He's here to see me.
The guards drop the kid and back away. The one who was confronted has an angered look on his face.
Security: That's all he had to say. You better keep your fucking minions in line next time-
???: Let's go.
The kid picks both briefcases up and follows the unseen figure into a large office building...
KASSIDY HAYES vs H20