KD and Tobin sit in the locker room, as everyone stays clear of the little corner they’ve made for themselves. Tobin in street gear while KD is dressed to fight with the Tag Team Championships sitting on top of the duffle bags.
Tobin: Big man, you’re gonna go out there a kill that little runt tonight. We got what they want and you need to go out there and show them they need to take a beating if they want to even look at them straps.
KD: Got a plot ready in the garden for this busta.
Tobin: Ah a busta, haven’t heard that one in a while. Reminds me of two punks Sean and I dealt with a few years ago.
KD: The A-Team I remember them. Are they in the hall of fame?
Tobin: Nope…
KD: Did they do what we’ve done?
Tobin: Nope…
KD: Do they matter?
Tobin: Hell no, but speaking of my brother I saw that he’s back. Left me hanging while I went out and did what we were supposed to do together. So when he’s ready he knows where to find me.
KD: In time young blood.
Tobin nods at KD as the scene fades.
The camera pans to the announce team.
THE CHAMPS ARE HERE!
Fuggin MARK!
The camera pans to the announce team.
8 Indy and former OCW Stars clash in a brutal tournament!
The Winner will be the OCW KING OF HARDCORE!
OCW Hall of Famer and the hardest working woman on the roster Stacey Clark stands with Eerie Sunshine. She caught one half of Betty Ford in the parking area smoking the filter on a Marlboro left in the nearby ashtray.
It’s freezing out but Eerie seems to be fine in her beat leather jacket, Stacey is shivering but manages to talk without her teeth rattling.
Stacey: ….
Before she can talk Eerie slaps her on the back so hard she nearly tips over.
Eerie: You go girl! If some dickhead kept spitting in my face I’d empty his wallet too.
(Phrasing anybody?!)
Stacey: But it’s not like that at all….
Eerie: You could get Jessica Jessie’d…
Stacey pauses for a moment then goes for it, a question outside protocol, outside the script.
Eerie: Did Sensation ever try anything with you?
Eerie: Nope…
Eerie: I had to drug him until he passed out then tie his ass down first, Anna did most the work though.
She flicks her Marlboro into a snowbank and looks at Stacey with a gritty smirk.
Eerie: I’m just kiddin’ hoe….chill, Sensation ain’t my type. I ain’t into old men in skinny jeans, not my thang. Gimme a real man’s man like Sherwood fuggin’ Jamison…..nothing beats that Texas touch if you know what I’m saying...you know what I’m saying right….
Eerie nudges her with her elbow a little too hard. Stacey immediately gets back to professional matters.
Stacey: You’re opponent tonight, was Roxy Rose, any thoughts on the aftermath of your match?
Eerie looks into the ashtray for another unfinished cigarette, finds one and lights it before replying.
Eerie: She’s got a nice mullet.
Stacey waits for Eerie to say more but she doesn’t, the awkward silence is only broken by Eerie’s hacking and coughing.
Stacey: Where is Anna, you two are usually inseparable?
Eerie: I have no clue where that hoe is, but she’s got my damn pack of bogies. Been looking for that bish all night!.
Eerie flicks the second cigarette in adjacent snowbank as we fade.
The Xtron Flickers On!
Suddenly, there’s audio feedback. Stacey’s heart jumps to her throat after hearing the loud screech; Eerie just jolts like she caught the shivers.
An insane and sadistic laughter is heard over the parking lot area where they stand.
Heather: Eeeerie. Oh, Eeerie.
Eerie’s eyes grew with anger as she hears the familiar but yet calmly voice of Heather Angelo.
Heather: I know you’re out there somewhere seeking Death rather quickly to take your life away as you smoke those cancer sticks.
Heather: Una muchacha mala. Have no fear. You, Sunshine, will be withered away like the ambers of your favorite cigarette now that The Harbinger of Death is at your service.
Eerie shoves Stacey aside and rushing inside the arena screaming Anna’s name. Heather can be heard over the speaker.
Heather: I told the world last week that I was going to bring Death to those so many love. To start, why not settle a score with some old hoes(snickers). Oh, excuse my manners, I mean foes. Aye dios mio.
Heather: Your lover, partner, friend whatever dropped your pack of cancer sticks in the hallway back here; Such sloppy slores.
Heather: Being the most kindful b(beep)ch I can be I picked up, both, your cigarettes and your tag team partner and laid these cancers out onto the floor.
Heather: Needless to say, there’s nothing you can do about it Eerie. The disease has spread too far and Death is eminent for you and everything you love. So just come and die in peace. I’ll be waiting.
The camera pans to the announce team.
My god she is insane!
WE NEED A MEDIC BACK THERE NOW!
Turmoil #1 Contendership
Fatal 4 Way
Falls Count Anywhere! Capo Genovese vs Code Jackman
vs Corey Forde vs Jackson M.
The camera pans to the announce team.
He has done it!
1 Step Closer To Fighting Dennis Black!
Ryu is sitting patiently at the defendant's table, hands folded. His son, Hide, and daughter,Rika, are sitting behind him in the gallery.
Rika: You really screwed up on this one, huh?
Hide: Be careful Rika, Dad might rape you if you get too feisty.
RYU: Why are you two so awful? Am I a bad parent.
Rika and Hide: .......YES!
Bailiff: ALL RISE FOR THE PLAINTIFF, STACY CLARK.
Ryu and the entire gallery stand as Stacy Clark enters the courtroom. As she walks by Ryu innocently waves, Stacy makes a point at deliberately not looking his way.
Bailiff: ALL RISE FOR THE HONORABLE LESLIE JONES.
The Judge enters from the door behind the judge’s seat and sits down, she then motions for the courtroom to sit down.
Judge Jones: I understand both of you have representation for the proceedings?
Ryu snaps around confused and looks at his kids, Hide smiles and gives him a reassuring thumbs up, causing Ryu to worry even more.
Stacy: Yes, I am being represented by a pillar of the feminist community and one of the best practicing attorneys in the United States… Odessa Ebony!
Odessa Ebony makes her way into the courtroom, we see Ryu’s jaw drop as he watches Odessa make her entrance, she places her briefcase on Stacy’s table and begins unpacking her things.
RYU: WHAT ARE…
Judge Jones: ORDER, Mr Matsumoto
RYU:(whispering) What are you doing here?!
Odessa: Seeing that justice is carried out Mr Matsumoto.
Hide: Hi mom!
Odessa uncharacteristically smiles warmly at her children, she then turns and scowls at Ryu.
Odessa: Good Afternoon, your honor, I would just like to say how proud I am to be defending the rights of all women against the idiocy of men in a male dominated workforce...
The camera fades as Odessa continues her opening statements.
The camera pans to the announce team.
WELP!
Oh Dear! Poor Ryu!
The camera pans to the announce team.
HYPE!
And we just learned That For CLASH PRIME, The Chaz Hendrix Invitational will be in full effect!
The show comes back from commercial, the 3 pirates known as Silver, Vane and Flint have taken up position on one side of the ring, Silver and Flint have grabbed a couple of chairs, whilst Vane stands with one hand on the shoulder of Crossbones, who still has the old, dirty sack over his head, his wrists tied with old rope, wearing nothing but a ripped pair of jeans.
The men are impatiently awaiting the arrival of The Sanctuary.
Silver: We haven't got all night people, tick tock...tick tock........
The Camera Pans To The Ramp
The Sanctuary form a line on the opposite side of the ring from their foes, Crowe is looking visibly pissed off, the 2 seated pirates now stand as an awkward 30 second stare down passes between both groups.
Silver: Gentlemen...and lady.....am I to understand we are all here for the same reason?
Pyra: First off, untie his hands, there's no need for that.
Silver: Very well, it's not like he can go anywhere.
Silver nods towards Vane, who removes a small dagger from his boot and cuts through the ropes around Crossbones' wrists, who as a result stretches out his forearms and rubs his sore wrists.
Silver: Happy?
Flint: Enough with the small talk, do we have an accord or not? The terms were clear, the girl, in exchange for Mr.Bones.
Crowe: Against my better judgement, yes...we do......
He looks at Pyra, who lets out a sigh and takes a step forward.
Silver: Excellent, our captain will be pleased, Mr.Vane, if you please.....
Vane shoves Crossbones in the back, and he begins to stumble forward, awkwardly walking a step at a time, as he passes Pyra in the centre of the ring, and onwards until Pyra is stood behind the 3 pirates and Bones is stood behind Winters and Crowe.
Silver: Thus concludes our business, gentlemen, you've made a wise choice, you may now go about your business.
Winters: Actually, we have some terms of our own.
Silver: Oh really, do tell....
Crowe: We decided that we'd just smash your teeth in, and TAKE Pyra back for ourselves, and leave with her and Bones!!
They both take a step towards the pirates.
Silver [sarcastically]: A doublecross...how...'unexpected'.....
Flint: I don't think our captain will be very agreeable to those terms, I don't see how he benefits from that deal.
Crowe: I don't give a shit what he agrees too....
As the men are distracted facing each other, Pyra positions herself behind Flint and Vane, ready to strike a low blow to both men, she is poised awaiting the signal.
Crowe grabs Silver by the scruff of the neck in the centre of the ring.
Silver: There really is no need for this, we were simply following orders...it was nothing personal.
He manages to break free and takes a step backwards.
Winters gets visibly angry and begins shouting.
Winters: WE DON'T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT ORDERS, OR WHO YOU'RE TAKING THEM OFF!!
He spins round in a circle with his arms spread wide.
Winters: If you're captain wasn't spineless, he'd be out here now, doing his own dirty work, but where is he? WHERE!!!???
Silver: We were just following orders....HIS orders....
All 3 men point to Crossbones as Winters and Crowe, shocked and a little confused turn to face him, they can hear muffled laughter from beneath the sack.
Crowe: What fresh nonesense is this? Explain yourself Bones.
Crowe removes the sack of Crossbones' head, to be met with a wicked smile, of a deranged looking individual, wide eyed, gone is the usual dirty blonde hair and beard, replaced by slick black hair and a beard of black.
