Kassidy Hayes entered the locker room in a rage. B-17 had just cost him a match. His graduation match, against Smythe, no less! Grabbing a chair he threw it against the wall.
Picking up his stuff he began throw it into his bag. It wasn’t until a small cough behind him made him turn to find B-17 silently sitting next to the door sipping a beer with an amused look on his face.
Without thinking he picked up a Gatorade bottle and chucked it at B-17 who casually avoided it with a smile.
Kassidy: What the hell do you want?
B-17: Well, I just wanted to say goodbye. Obviously I could have planned my timing a bit better.
Kassidy: You cost me my match!
B-17 stops smiling and stand up: You cost me a title shot.
Kassidy: I beat you...fair...an...well I beat you. 1,2,3.
B-17 firmly plants himself in front of Kassidy: Yeah. Feet on the ropes. What a lovely way to win. But, I let it go. Because in my heart I knew I would climb back up the mountain to face you again. Imagine my disappointment when you choked to Tank. Getting lessons from Carter?
Kassidy grabs B-17 and pushes him against the wall. Bringing up both elbows to his neck B-17 crashes the points of his elbows down on Kassidy’s arms, breaking the grip. Kassidy in return fires off a right hook that B-17 dunks under.
Pivoting on left foot B-17 uses Kassidy’s motions against him and pushes around him, forcing Kassidy’s back against the wall. Before he can retaliate a quick kick to the stomach catches B-17 in the stomach and forces him to back up a few steps.
Kassidy charges at B-17 and cocks back his right hand before firing. B-17 ducks under and catches the arm. Once again using Kassidy’s motions he throws him over his shoulder but loses his balance in the process. both men go falling through a table.
Both men lay in a heap on the floor moaning in pain.
B-17: You know...For all that shit you pulled…I didn’t mind you, Twilight….Oh damn that hurt.
Kassidy: You asshole...You’re a decent guy, Bingo…
B-17: Well...I guess this is goodbye.
Kassidy: Good riddance.
B-17 manages to make it to his feet. Clutching his side in pain he looks down at Kassidy and gives a halfhearted wave before stumbling to the door: Remember we are tied. 1 to 1….See you later, Sparkles.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Looks like a mutual show of respect.
The oddest of couples!
Dem Rhyme Boyz are in a Honda Civic driven by Mouuse The Hipster on their way to a business meeting. Y.S.L and Buddy are discussing the game plan after being contacted by a “big time” record mogul
Y.S.L: So, we gotta set the game plan going into this. We gotta hardball them
Buddy: You know whose balls are hard.
Y.S.L: Don’t you dare….
Buddy: DEEZ NUTS Y.S.L closes his tiny eyes as he tries to calm himself down inside.
Y.S.L: So, we gotta hold out for more money. We are the hottest act in wrestling and music and we deserve MILLIONS.
Buddy: BILLIONS HOOOOOOO!
2 Rhyme Crew make their way to these golden gates with a large script A. The gates open slowly as The Rhyme Tyme Clan drive up to the front door. Dem Rhyme Boyz get out of their car and walk to the front door which is opened up by a bikini clad Hispanic girl. The duo enters the lavish office of The Artist. The room is decked in gold and marble from top to bottom with a Hot Tub in the middle of the office. As they approach the hot tub they see a The Artist Formerly Known as Djesus Djones lounging smoking a cigar. Before they can say anything he takes the cigar out of his mouth and holds up a hand to stop them.
ARTIST: GRAAAAAAAAAAPE
A bikini clad woman rises out of the hot tub and holds a bunch of grapes to his mouth. He tilts his head over and eats mouthful of it. He swallows and is about to begin. Before he does he looks up angrily at the woman.
ARTIST: Bitch, did the Artist give you permission to breathe his air?! Shocked the woman begins holding her breath.
ARTIST: Ok, now you can breathe. Anyways gentlemen, what brings you to the Artist and his PROMISED LAND record label.
Y.S.L: Well…...we were contacted by you?
ARTIST: SILENCE Y.S.L and Buddy are stunned at the command.
ARTIST: The Artist did contact you. That was a test.
Buddy: Where them hos and where that money at?
ARTIST: PATIENCE. THE ARTIST will bring you them bitches, hos, luxuries and whatever you want if you sign to the PROMISED LAND.
Y.S.L: Uh, how much you paying us?
ARTIST: Listen here, what’s the Artist’s is the Artist’s and what’s yours is the Artist’s, you feel the Artist?
BUDDY: ...wait that doesn’t…
ARTIST: Shhhhhh, shhhhhh don’t think about it. The Artist will take care of everything. The bewildered Rhyme DMC are looking at each other and shrug their shoulders in unison with The Artist asking for yet another GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPE. The scene fades.
The camera pans to the announce team.
What the.
SSSSSHHHHHHH
And now another look back at OCW THE GOLDEN ERA!
The Xtron Flickers On!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Just call this Throwback Tuesday!
I prefer Tipsey Tuesday if I'm honest, I feel it all coming back I remember this stuff!
Our OCW cameras finally catch up to The Champion on his starving tirade.
McGee : Where in the hell is my food … and I told you 10 minutes ago the chair for the OCW World Heavyweight title required a booster seat ...how hard is this … and make sure you burn that steak for my friend over there ,I mean 0 black burnt...F#CK it just lay it on the coals till it looks like beef jerky.
Sean storms off before the lady can even answer a single question and the cameras pan across the room.
RYU: Man, Tibbles is a bitter old star whose past his prime. He had his moment to shine and now he thinks that no one else can have a career that comes close to his.
RYU: The fact of the matter is, Tiberius Dupree couldn’t stand the fact that Ryu Matsumoto was going to achieve the same level of success he did. But when all is said and done, the only thing that’s going to be written in history books is that Tiberius Dupree NEVER beat Ryu Matsumoto; and Ryu Matsumoto beat the golden god of the Ambition Era 1-2-3 on the grandest stage of them all.
TOBIN: So how about them rookies?
Meanwhile outside of the restaurant, at the front entrance of Sakuraba’s. We find the bouncer, a large Chinese man shaped like a square, trying to settle a customer down. This customer? Oh it’s A.C. Cobra.
Cobra: I'm telling you man! The champ invited me to dinner!
Cobra can be seen scratching his tuckus, from earlier. It ain't easy having a prostate milked, this makes the bouncer even more unhappy/uneasy!
Bouncer: And I'm tell you stupid that your name not on my list and if you no have reservation you can leave.
Cobra: He said nothing about no list! Help a brotha out. He told me he and his crew wanted to play Smash Bros.! And that y'all have an arcade in there.
Bouncer: I don't know what you talking about little man. We no have arcade video.
Cobra: Come on!
At that moment we see the former OCW World Champion Greatness R.D. Money walk by. He shakes the hand of the bouncer and gives him a quick nod before he walks into the restaurant.
Cobra: How does he get to go in?!
Bouncer: He VIP. We no let rookies like you in.
Cobra: How do you make money then if you don’t let people in?
Bouncer: Income funnel, stupid.
Cobra: But but! The champ invited me! Come on man, I can hook you up with games man.
Bouncer: I no play video games little man.
We see Our Hero in the background pull up quickly in a taxi and tells the driver to wait for him. Cobra attempts to speak to Our Hero but he quickly brushes past Cobra like he doesn't exist back into the Arm Bar.
Cobra continues his back and forth with the Bouncer. As quickly as he arrived Our Hero is back outside sort of smiling to himself as he puts what looks like a card back into his pocket.
Our Hero he looks over at the commotion with A.C Cobra and shakes his head. Cobra runs over to Our Hero.
Cobra: Can you help me out and let me in? Put in a word for me please?
Our Hero: ……………………shutup, Cobra!
Our Hero turns his back as he gets into a taxi back to Riot.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Ouch!
Payback is a biatch!
It had been a week since Corey filled out the Turmoil application, he hadn't heard anything from them since.
Walking into the Manhattan Centre he saw the same guy who handed him the form.
Corey: Wasssup guy, you remember me?
The guy slumped his shoulders as he turned to see Corey walking towards him.
Intern: Great, first a guy screams in my face after smashing his phone and now you want to have a go at me. Corey taken aback by this stood there dumbstruck.
Corey: I don't want to have a go mate, I just want to know about my application? You for reals don't remember me?
The intern shook his head then paused.
Intern: Ah yes I remember now, you're the guy with the relic phone. To be honest I don't know when the bosses will get back to you. It should be next week maybe, right now they're busy with this supershow tonight.
Corey looked downtrodden, he nodded at the intern.
Corey: Can you at least let the GM know I'm keen for this, and I'll come back next week to just to check up on my application.
The intern waved him off and went back to running around after the superstars. Corey watched him go before heading back out into the Manhattan night.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Suck it applicant rookie!
Woah thats my line!
(You have been warned) Dennis Black vs Tank
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The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh boy.
The camera opens in the arena canteen ,the entire place is empty apart from one table , Crossbones is seen rocking back and forth on 2 legs of his chair, a small bottle of rum in one hand and quietly singing pirate shanties to himself ,his sack of booty nestled under the table , and the Crew's flag draped from the top of one of the light fittings , his feet up on the table, whilst his fellow shipmates from Kindred are sat in deep discussion , Crowe has a pen and paper in hand and is sporadically writing things down.
By all accounts, they seem to have turned the arena canteen into their own private 'tavern'.
Crossbones slams his bottle down on the table , as his chair slams down to all fours gaining the attention the attention of the others, with renewed seriousness in his voice , he addresses his crew.
Crossbones : Right lads...it's been long enough , this little journey we be on has been nice, but we need to get greedy...it's time for this crew to start collecting treasure , it's time for your El Capitan to start hording the treasure , as after all , when pirates be long and buried , the thing that defines us, be the tales of treasure and pillage we leave behind!
Crossbones : THE LEGEND WILL CONTINUE!!
Crowe : Your trinkets interest me not bones , I have but one end goal in sight , the purging of Jacob Trance , equal share remember , you can keep the gold, I will basque in the infamy , that's enough share for me.
Rose : The gold comes in time , you just have to hunt a worthy prize captain.
Crossbones : Aye , right ye be , and I be issuing an open warning right now! [He bangs his bottle twice on the table]
Crossbones : To the Hardcore and NA captains....ole Crossbones be on yer tail , and me chase cannons be primed and ready! It not be long til ye be begging for the sweet release of Davey's locker!!
Crossbones : Also lads , I have a little announcement to make , the crew be swelling in number , it be lonely at sea without the company of a fair maiden.
Crowe : Fair maiden?
Crossbones : Aye, ok...a busty wench!!
He places 2 fingers in his mouth and wolf whistles , a woman enters the show, draped in a long leather coat , big brown boots , and a belt featuring a silver skull appears prominent on her attire, her face partially in shadow due to the large feathered hat atop her head.
??? - I told you that if you ever called me that again , I'd slit your throat as you slept!
Crossbones : Forgive me luv , it be the rum!!
Crossbones : Lads , let me introduce the luv of me life, this beauty be 'Bonnie' Connie Cutlass!
Crossbones : She be the newest member of me crew , the queen of me ship ,the goddess of me seas.
Anne : We've known each other about 4 days.
Rose : It's the rum , last week he confessed his undying love to the actress Ruby Rose when he saw her in a shopping mall , turned out it was a Justin Bieber poster.
Crossbones : Could have happened to anyone , mate!!
Crowe : Anne , could you do me a huge favor and slide this note under the door of one Mr.Trance please? As he hands the note to Anne , the camera zooms in on it as he is folding it, an big black dot shaped splodge in the middle of the page can be made out, with the words 'challenge accepted' written underneath.
Anne takes the note, and tips her hat to the men as she leaves the scene
Crossbones reaches into his bag of booty , and pulls out a small glass case with what looks like 2 rotten black lumps floating in a pale yellowish liquid.
Crossbones : Now then , did I ever tell ye the story of how I lost these 2 toes?
Crowe : Those are your toes? That's disgusting!! I think I'll pass, that's to morbid even for me.
Crowe and Rose , who has turned a funny shade of grey , both stand up form the table and leave Crossbones sat at the table on his own , he plants his feet back on the table, and flips the box up in the air a few times like a coin as he continues to drink rum.
Crossbones : Landlubbers!
He continues to sing to himself
Crossbones : Yo ho...thieves and beggars...hoist the colors high...... The scene fades to commercial.
