Blackbeard motions for a mic and one is tossed in from the announcer.
Blackbeard: You........
He walks over and kicks Crowe hard in the ribs.
Blackbeard: You filthy mutineer....I've waited for this ever since you betrayed me, after we did your dirty work and helped you take down father Trance, I was there...scratching beneath the surface, having to be imprisoned inside the shell of that idiot 'Crossbones'....but I saved it all, until the time was right, MY time was right.
Blackbeard: It was ME all along!!..the attacks..the lights....the notes...it was all ME!!
Blackbeard: And you...[he points out the ring to Winters, who is being tended to by Pyra]....You dare try and keep me from my queen.
He opens his hand and turns his palm over towards Pyra, who is looking horrified and confused at what is unfolding.
He motions for Pyra to come to him, but she stays frozen to the spot, beside the fallen Winters.
Blackbeard: Very well, if you want come willingly my love, then you shall be..pushed.
He nods over to Silver, who reaches into his jacket and pulls out a rope, one end is fashioned into a noose, he roughly forces it over Crowe's neck and both men drag him to his feet.
Blackbeard: Last chance my love....
Pyra screams curses at him.
Blackbeard: Very well..........
He grabs Crowe by the back of the hair, his other hand on the loose end of the rope, and runs and tosses him over the top rope, before pulling hard on the loose end of the rope, wrapping it around his wrist to get extra torque.
Crowe is now being hung over the top rope, his fingers scratching at the rope around his neck, his feet, at full stretch just skimming the mat as his legs kick back and forth, as he desperately tries to take the weight off his neck, as he is grasping for breath, Blackbeard can be heard howling laughter in the middle of the chaos.
Pyra is screaming 'STOP' and 'PLEASE' at the top of her lungs but to no avail.
Flint and Vane are stood in one corner, watching everything that is unfolding with a look of horror on their faces.
Vane: Enough!!!! I can't do this!!
He reaches up and removes what turns out to be a wig, and slams it on the floor.
Flint: What are you doing Todd??? You're breaking character!!!
Todd: I don't care Brad!! I didn't sign up for this!! You said this job was 6 weeks tops, and we were going to get to dress up as pirates and scare some folks, but this...this is insane.
Brad: Don't ruin this for us!! this is a good gig!
Todd: I am an actor, a thespian actoooooor, these people are clearly lunatics...I'm leaving, and I advise you to follow me.
Todd: John..Come with us..this is madness!!
Silver hisses over at the 2 men.
Silver: The name....is LONG John Silver.
Blackbeard hears the argument going on behind them and releases his grip on the rope, Crowe crashes to the ground, breathing heavily, on the verge of passing out.
Blackbeard: I knew you two maggots wouldn't have the spine for this!!
Brad: Spine for what? we are from a cosplay group dude...we didn't come here to get beat up or to try and hang someone....it's not real...
Blackbeard: RELEASE THE KRAKEN!!
Todd: Release the wha.....
The camera pans to the ramp!
The camera pans to the announce team.
What in the blue blazes!!!!!
HOLY ****
The camera pans to the announce team.
This is gonna be good!
Oh Hell Yea!
The camera opens on the backstage area, where various faceless, unnamed OCW staffers and crew mill about, doing their business and production assignments.
Through the crowd, The One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, walks along, pretending to help his partner Mugen search the arena for their old friend Paul Pugh in an effort of talking sense into him.
Minio stops in his tracks as a hurried staffer loses control of a large equipment box, allowing it to slam into another member of the production staff who takes a bump and falls against the gray and untreated brick wall of the arena.
Minio, with a glib grin pulled across his face, turns to the camera and gestures to the accident.
Bobby Minio: Looks like the Turmoil roster is invading Riot.
He smiles to himself, the camera no selling his cross promotional offense, and begins walking along again, with the camera following in tow.
Minio dodges various OCW employees, unenthusiastically scanning the crowd for the unmistakable sour puss of Pugh, when he happens a trash bin filled above the rim with ice and bottles of something.
He stops, reaching deep into the ice, as Minio prefers chilled drinks, and retrieves on of the bottles, bringing it upwards into view to examine the beverage.
It’s an entire bin filled with cold BUFF Blaster™. There is a moment of hesitation as Minio debates trying the drink for the first time. He had explored the world of TheSteveweisers™, which actually was not too bad for a budget priced beer, but he had been successful in avoiding McGee’s snake oil up until now.
Still, the thought of continuing to wander around searching for what will ultimately be a conversation in which Pugh tells him to do something lewd to himself really sounds worse than BUFFNESS discovering that he tried his branded beverage.
He makes his decision, cracking the seal on the BUFF Blaster™, taking a curious whiff of the neck of the drink, and then taking a hearty swig.
He sits, thinking on the flavor a bit, when he begins reading the promises on the label of unlimited BUFFNESS filling his future. Throwing caution to the wind, Minio takes it to the head, chugging the entire bottle of BUFF Blaster™ in a second gulp.
He carelessly throws the bottle aside through a nearby open doorway, then lifts up a second bottle, cracking the cap and gulping it down.
A group of staff pass, followed by a cautious side eye from Minio. Once the coast is clear, he removes his t-shirt, then cranes his neck back, looking down at his bare chest.
A look of concentration plays across Minio’s face as he begins to hyper focus on his pecs. It becomes clear that he is attempting to pop his pecs, fueled with the essence of BUFFNESS through his veins, when in reality it is simply wreaking havoc on his liver.
His chest flinches ever so slightly, when a voice breaks his concentration.
Kassidy Hayes: What are you doing? Besides looking like an asshat....are you S***ing yourself????
Kassidy is sporting his Certified Kasshole shirt and slightly adjusts the OCW Championship that is wrapped around his waist. Minio lowers his brow, his mouth loading up for some smart assed reply.
Kassidy: Don’t bother answering that, just tell me where Mugen is and I’ll be on my way.
Bobby Minio: Your guess is as good as mine, he’s on his own trip. He’s probably out there rescuing cats from trees or some other sweethearted thing. Go look for him your damn self and leave my haul alone.
As Minio carries on, an annoyed BUFFNESS peers into the hallway at the commotion before slamming the door, unnoticed by two sniping men. Minio turns his back to Kassidy as he grabs the bin of BUFF Blaster™ pushing it down the hall and away from the champion.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Someone is about to get REAL JACKED!!
That stuff doesn't work. IT'S BABY FORMULA AND SPRITE!
K'Dangelo vs Kik Goodwin Gable
The camera pans to the announce team.
Ouch!
Right in the bread basket!
* Katherine walks in the back pushing through the staff in the back *
Katherine: Move, move, move and move!
* A crew member accidentally bumps into her and she stops,her eyes roll and slaps him to his knees. *
Katherine: Oh excuse me! I guess I should watch where I'm going.
* She walks up to the GM's door. She starts beating on the door. *
Katherine: I know you are in there! You can't protect your beloved Sophia forever. She has shown cracks and Wonderwoman will soon fall!
Katherine:I took her to the brink of extinction and she barely escaped,her time has come to an end!
Katherine: I'm coming for that little b.... and I'm not coming alone!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Seems like everyone is gunning for the Women's Champ as of late!
This is what happens when you are the champ! you got a bullseye on your back!
Backstage, a cameraman turns to The Crown's locker room, where the door is cracked. He opens it up, and a scene unfolds before Riot live!
Cort Marshall and Big Ed are sitting on plastic chairs in front of a whiteboard. The Tag Team of the Year trophies are sitting next to them. Cort grabs his and... takes a drink? Is that moonshine inside the bowl?
Cort: I hate to abandon Milwaukee's Best but I need something a little harder today.
He groans before continuing.
Cort: Okay, so, as I was saying... how are you gonna beat Mugen? I didn't do so good against Kass...
Ed uncaps a marker and begins to doodle a stick figure with no details other than very large hands and what's probably supposed to be a penis.
Ed: Step one. Punch. See? Best if punch first. Sometime no punch first. Life suck. BUT!
Ed draws an arrow pointing to another stick figure.
Ed: Step two: Punch again. It hit. Foolproof.
Cort: I see...
Ed: Now IMPORTANT!
He yells, and Cort jumps a little.
Ed: THREE STEP. NO LET PUNCH YOU. LEARN.
He jabs the marker at Cort, which Cort takes.
Cort: Okay, fine. How about this?
Cort draws a fairly competent illustration (for a drunk guy) of him shoving a flagpole up another character's ass.
Ed: YES! Good learning. SOUP BONERS.
Ed slams his hand down on the ground, spilling some of Cort's booze.
Cort: Watch it, I had to source this from a guy who smelled like rotten hamburgers and animal husbandry. I don't wanna go back there without shoving scented candles in my nose.
Cort turns to put the trophy down, and notices the cameraman. He hurriedly throws a nearby towel over the board.
Cort: HEY! YOU! SPY OF STALIN! Trying to get a peek on our secret strategies, huh?
The cameraman backs away into the hall, but Cort yells after him.
Cort: Get back in here, you pusillanimous piccadilly powderface! I got something to say!
Ed: Words. Too long. Make... Ed mad!
The cameraman slowly edges back through the door, as Cort stumbles to his feet.
Cort: So today hasn't been so great. First I get interrupted by that damn dirty ROOKIE I took down on Turmoil, whose name sounds like a brain aneurysm in progress, and now one of you... people... has come to GLOAT over last week!
Cort:
Well I'm not gonna take it, baby! I ain't no... no brick in the wall! Minor setbacks do not my back set, right Ed?
Ed just looks at him in confusion.
Cort: FINE! BE THAT WAY. KD, Tobin... we're next in line once again, and it's our business that your business meets the business end of my business partner!
Cort: However you want it, we can do it. You want a tornado? Well we ain't in Kansas anymore, honey, so forget the dust storms and dysentery.
Cort: You want weapons? We've got a good set of guns right here! You want a classic tag team match with all rules observed to the letter? The Crown MAKES the rules around here! Forget about my little “misfire” last week. When the sergeant...
Cort points at himself.
Cort: And the drill...
Cort points at Ed.
Cort: Meet the Disciples of Pain in the Allstate Arena for Clash 2018, it's gonna be mutually assured destruction. HOO RAH!
Cort and Ed flex simultaneously.
Cort: And that's not all! Tonight we see the titanic terror take on the hammerpants-wearing hobo known as Mugen... take it away, Ed!
Ed: Tonight, on of me and the you. Will. Be. Now I'm throat and looking in my mash. I'm better... I like off your the referee coung at down for the you. Will.
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Ed: Tonight, on Riot, on Riot, on of your the me. A! Mugen, your the anal of me, my mash. In case your neck. So take better... I'm gonna open your butthole.
Cort: You heard whatever that was here first! NOW GET OUTTA MY LOCKER ROOM, PRIVATE!
