Two security guards are posted outside a Clash locker room. They stand at ease, one to each side of the door. The OCW Clash crowd grows suspicious and ominous at the locker room door, wanting to know who is inside that needs such protection.

Rustling is heard inside. The door slowly creeps open. Both guards step in to check on the person inside. After they see who it is, they step aside and a large cardboard box filled with all sorts of things is being carried out through the door by someone....

Dillinger: Hmph.

Dennis Dillinger steps through the door with a box containing his belongings. He shuffles his hand underneath the box and tries to look confident as he runs his hand through his thin beard, but he nearly drops everything and quickly gathers his things in both hands.

Dillinger: Security. Hah! As if.

Dillinger walks beside the two OCW guards between many OCW superstars and personnel. They all stare at him as the camera focuses on his face, not moving or looking at anyone else as he bears the walk of shame.

Dillinger: So this is how it ends, huh?

Dillinger: Done in by my own clients.

Dillinger walks past more of the men and women he tried to scam over the last year, still not averting his gaze to any of them, instead looking straight ahead.

Security Guard: Here we are, Mr. Dillinger.

Dennis looks at something behind the camera, which snaps around to reveal the subject of his ire.

EXIT

Dillinger turns around and takes one last look at the Atlanta arena, his final stand in OCW.

Dillinger: Ahh. Back to Manhattan I go, losers! Don't wait up! I just want to say...

The OCW Universe begins to boo and continue the "nah nah nah nah, hey hey hey, goodbye" chant they began in the ring earlier tonight.

Dillinger: Hmph. So long, you god damn bums!

The camera fades to black as Dillinger carries his box of belongings outside the EXIT door and out of OCW, once and for all...

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	BYE!
	You enjoyed that too much!

 

The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	That
	WAS AWESOME!

It's the night of The Clash, and who else but Cort Marshall to be making trouble backstage with his Sensation-appointed bodyguards. They're blocking his way as usual, Billy doing the arguing and Chuck doing the... standing there menacingly.

Billy: Come on, can we just quit this dog and pony show? You're not supposed to be here.

Cort: Au contraire, my long-suffering friend. Observe!

He holds up the bill of health for them to inspect, and flashes his cast-free hand.

Cort: The reason you've been assigned to me is the injury. I no longer have the injury. ERGO, I should be free to do as I please.

Billy looks unimpressed.

Billy: There is literally no reason I should trust you.

Cort: Fair enough. BUT... this merits discussion with Mr. Sensation, yes?

Billy scratches his chin and sighs.

Billy: I suppose it does. Come this way, then.

They lead him to the office of Mr. Sensation, stopping just before the door.

Billy: I'll warn you, he's in a baaaad mood.

Cort chuckles.

Cort: Isn't he always!

Billy: Fair point... but good luck. You're going to need it.

The guards flank the door as Cort leans in to knock. From beyond the door you can hear a muffled phone conversation.

Sensation: Mfff frrr mmm f mmmfff! Sfmmfmmffromthemmmf!

... Followed by the slam of a phone onto a handset with audible force. Cort knocks on the door.

Sensation: QUE TU QUIERE?

Cort: Cort Marshall, sir! Here about my in-ring status.

Sensation: What about it?

He opens the door and stares at Cort like a man stares at a cashier after waiting a long time in line only to be told the till is closing down. He reluctantly stands aside to let Cort in.

Sensation: What...

Cort: So I talked to a doctor...

He hands the Bill of Health of Sensation, who begins reading.

Sensation: That's well and good, Cochise but this isn't an OCW Licensed physician.

Cort' face falls, already in trouble seconds into his pitch.

Cort: No, but he was very qualified!

Sensation: ...It says the Doctor's last name is "NECK".....

Cort: Some children are very unlucky.

Sensation throws a piercing gaze through Cort.

Sensation: Listen dummy, you don't think I know about the get down, but I know about the low down.... I see through your horrible poorly constructed FA SAD (yes it is sounded out). You only went to this yahoo because the OCWFED Physicians would not clear your raggedy ass. Because quite frankly look at you...you are not 100%

Cort: That's not true. I can prove it!

Sensation: Is that so, Kimosabe? Alright then SHAKE ON IT!

He holds out his left hand, daring Cort to do so. Cort hesitates, but there's no way out. He lowers his hand into Sensation's... and the boss of OCW grips hard, clearly trying to verify if there's still a wound the hard way!

Cort, for his part, stands impassive, not allowing the pain onto his face. After a tense few seconds, Sensation withdraws.

Sensation: Hmmmmm.

He returns to his desk and sits back down, attempting to turn his attention back to the pile of work laid out for him.

Sensation: Fine... so be it, you are good to compete. I will let the Staff know you are cleared to compete and we will put you on the sheet ahead of the next show!

Cort stands there awkwardly for a few seconds.

Sensation: Why are you still standing there looking like you got a thumb up your tailpipe ...shoo...shoo.

Cort: Well, you know. Just that little old match tonight between the guy who injured me in the first place, and the other one who wouldn't stop running his mouth if you filled with concrete. Nothing much, just my entire reputation on the line, saying nothing about a title NEITHER of them should be allowed to even breathe on!

Sensation stands back up from his desk and retorts to Cort's outburst with one of his own!

Sensation: Right. Well, you know how it looks when we give people title shots out of nowhere. Real professional! REAL professional! This is a wrestling company, not a damn circus!

Cort: And I'm a wrestler, not a clown. You either let me go down there, or I go down there anyway.

Sensation: Oh so you are making the demands now? You some kind of big man now? You think Cuz a couple of dumdums cheer for you and wave a flag you can tell me just what the **** to do? You might be kinda new here so let me spell it out for you. As the old adage goes. THIS IS MY WORLD AND YOU ARE JUST PAYING RENT!

Cort: I know this means just as much to all the people out there as it does to me. The fans want it, I want it, and let' face it--those two need to be taken down a peg. You know they do.

Sensation:...You annoy me on a fundamental human level Cort, but I like you. FINE you want to teach those 2 Toolboxes a lesson it makes me no never mind. But if you get hurt, that's on you!

Cort puts up his hands.

Cort: Fine by me.

He exits the office, but before he can head down to the ring, he's stopped by Billy.

Billy: I heard the news.

Cort: Hard not to! No inside voice, that man.

Jay, from inside the room: I HEARD THAT A**HOLE!

They ignore him and continue talking.

Billy: Well.. this is it, I guess.

Cort: I s'pose so.

Billy: I'm glad you will no longer have a reason to urinate on my shirt.

Cort: And I'm glad you are no longer required to follow me around like a helicopter parent!

They share a chuckle.

Billy: Well, see you around, I guess.

Cort: Likewise.

The two shake hands, and Cort moves to leave once more--but this time it's Chuck who says something! He opens his mouth and with a heavy Austrian accent, says:

Chuck: Kick theihr awsses.

Cort mock-salutes him.

Cort: Will do.

This time, he finally does leave, heading down to the ring--and the newly-made triple threat match

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	Interesting
	BUT WHOSE SIDE IS HE ON?

 

 

VALKYRIE vs ASHLEY MOORE

 

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	Outta nowhere!
	As always!

 

The Camera pans backstage, Matsuda saunters onto screen with Spider following behind him, his hands on his shoulders. They both look into the camera.

RYU: Oh hello, we didn’t notice you there. Tell them why you’re here Hide-chan.

HIDE: Believe it or not, I’ve been watching OCW for the past few weeks.

HIDE: And week in and week out, I’ve been seeing these clowns embarrassing themselves on television.

RYU: Nani?

HIDE: We have one clown doing an open challenge; not only is he claiming to be the Light Heavyweight Champion, but he’s also IMPLYING that he’s the best Light Heavyweight to do it.

RYU: Sad!

HIDE: That's just not true, because as everyone in the OCW Universe knows, I AM the ETERNAL EX DIVISION CHAMPION.

RYU: That includes, the Light Heavyweight Championship for those keeping score at home.

HIDE: I AM the best Light Heavyweight to ever…

Ryu coughs loudly to get Matsuda’s attention, Matsuda smirks without looking back

HIDE: ONE of the best Light Heavyweights to ever do it.

Ryu looks smugly proud of himself

HIDE: And then you have the man, who I THOUGHT was my friend enabling him.

RYU: Sad! Clearly not your real friend.

HIDE: Right? So me and my REAL friend are going to pay those insults back in kind, starting with what we did tonight.

RYU: Oooooh I think my favorite part is coming up.

HIDE: So remember…

HIDE: I am the ONE in one million talent.

HIDE: We are the TWO Spiders.

HIDE: There are THREE Ts

HIDE: And they are 4 LIFE.

RYU: Damn that sounds good. 

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	Do not like!
	I LOVE IT!

 

ASHLEY BLAINE vs DRAGANA

 

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	OH MY GOD!
	WHAT!

 

The scene opens with a black Rolls-Royce pulling into the arena car park and making its way to a reserved space The camera catches a glimpse of the back of the car, number plate reading ‘UNCRWND’.

That would be the rookie sensations, Doc Green and Antonio Everrett, just one week removed from their classic Ambition main event, have arrived in Atlanta, Georgia.

The camera moves towards the left-hand door of the vehicle as Doc steps out, dressed in a red blazer/black suit pants combo with a grey turtleneck sweater, flat cap and chain to boot, and chestnut brown smart shoes, as he pops his blazer and makes his way to the back of the vehicle. Over the top of the roof of the car, the top quarter of a taller figure appears; that of the other member of the Uncrowned, Antonio Everrett.

He emerges in a navy waistcoat, slinging his jacket over his shoulder, complemented by some smart black jeans and Gucci flip flops, of course opting for no socks.

He joins Doc and they fist bump before beginning to make their way towards the entrance of the arena, waving at the fans lined up in their masses, waiting for the gates to open to allow them to file into their seats, as they sign the occasional autograph and take the odd photo with particularly excited fans on their way into the arena.

Of course, not making it onto the Clash card has allowed them to take some time off and enjoy the show as fans themselves, as neither of the Uncrowned boys have brought any kind of wrestling gear with them. No suitcases, no sports bags, no uncomfortable arm braces, nothing of the sort.

They make their way into the lobby, where all kinds of media has gathered to try and snap up quick interviews with the famous faces that have showed up to watch the Clash.

Doc and Antonio would not be so lucky as to avoid being approached by a small film crew, which they happily oblige to humour. Doc is approached by the closest one, who quickly shakes his and Ant’s hand before introducing himself.

Reporter #1: Hi Doc, hi Antonio. I’m Duncan Knightly, from Hootmag Online. We’re doing a special on British wrestlers in OCW, and we were wondering if you were available for a quick interview.

Doc: Of course, of course man. What’s your name again, mate?

Duncan: Oh, Duncan.

Doc: Nice to meet ya, Duncan. Just let us know what you need us to do, but we’ve got to jet off in a minute, business business business stuff, so just a quick one, yeah?

Duncan: Fine by me. If you two could just stand over here and I’ll do a quick intro and then you can do the rest.

The rookies exchange a quick nod and go and stand where the man was pointing; by a wall where a backdrop screen is set up, with many ‘Haus of Hoot’ logos spread out evenly across it. In mechanical fashion, the film crew moves into position and we can see their camera rolling.

Duncan: This is Duncan Knightly from Hootmag, here live at the Clash Pay-Per-View joined by some very special guests: OCW Rookies, The Uncrowned. Nice to see you two here, enjoying the festivities.

Doc: Always great to be here, thank you for having us.

Duncan: Alright, so it’s been just over a week since you two tore the house down at Ambition and it has to be said, tensions were high that night. How do you two think wrestling each other in that competitive environment impacts your relationship as a team?

Everrett: You know, Doc and I have wrestled each other hundreds of times in the gym, after shows, anywhere we can find four ring posts and a canvas pretty much. But as you say, it’s nights like that, where the heat is really on, that really build that respect we have for each other.

Everrett: Stuff like what happened that night is bound to happen when you put two equally competitive dudes in the ring together but there’s no hard feelings there. We both didn’t hold anything back for the fans and they seemed to love every second of it, and that’s what matters most.

Doc: Yeah, I completely agree. As he said, we were never going to go easy on each other, and even if tempers did flare up, we wouldn’t have allowed it to happen any other way.

Duncan: Cool, cool. As I’m sure you’re aware, that match has caused quite a stir within the OCW community, with some even calling it the match of the year so far. How does it feel having that kind of praise thrown at you so early into your careers?

Doc: Oh, it’s a huge honour, of course. But, as we say, it’s all about what’s next for us. We’ve got a lot of momentum right now, but it’s on us to capitalise on it, and that means gunning for the best competition and proving that we can beat it. And for us, that means winning the OCW Tag Team Championships. That’s our focus right now.

Everrett: Of course, man. Winning the gold would mean everything to us. Not just for us, for the fans and our families back at home, you know. We love you guys, even if we can’t see you all the time.

Everrett blows a kiss at the camera and puts up a peace sign.

Duncan: That’s sweet. Alright, I’m gonna let you guys head off now, good luck in your gold-based ventures, we hope to see you lighting it up in the near future. Pleasure speaking to you both.

Doc: You too, man. Anytime.

The Uncrowned hastily shake the reporter’s hand again and head off while he finishes the outro to the interview. As both rookies try to scour through the crowd of fans/media members into the arena, they’re unable to break through.

The OCW crowd shows to be too much. The friends just smile and shrug their shoulders at two security men. The two large men, dressed in black, flash their OCW badges and usher The Uncrowned away from the crowd to a separate door.

Doc: This is absolutely mental.

Everrett: Mate, mental ain’t even the word.

Both security men are dressed in very secretive gear. One in a large hood and shades and the other with a scarf, obscuring his face with larger shades as well. The Uncrowned are so caught up in the frenzy, they don’t pay too much attention to the two men, who are leading them to a back route to the arena.

The two security men nod at each other and swing open a large double door and closely follow The Uncrowned as they are ushered round the back of the arena, through a parking lot obviously reserved for staff.

Everrett: Oi! Are you sure this is absolutely necessary?

Security Guard #2 (In a French accent): Staff-Only parking entrance. Trust me, easier for you to get in this way.

Everrett: What?

The guard points towards a black ‘67 Chevelle, obnoxiously stickered with the word ‘Sensation’ over the car doors, showing that even the boss himself parks back here.

A limousine is carelessly parked in the middle of the parking area, Everrett walks down the left side of the vehicle to take a closer look.

Everrett: Look, this is all well and good but can we go actually get in now? By this rate we might not even see the main event.

As he turns, Everrett notices that the guard he was talking to has crept up behind him and that Doc and the other guard have suddenly disappeared from his view.

Everrett: Hold on, I recognise your voice mate. Do I know… HEY!

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