The scene opens on the entranceway backstage, though, decidedly less busy than it was during our earlier visit. The camera pans across, showing the security guard, now seated and screwing around on a cellphone, and Bobby Minio, seated himself, his feet resting on his duffle bag.
Despite the amount of time that had passed since we had last checked in here, Minio looks driven and engaged by the motionless doorway.
A staff member appears from off screen, moving towards Minio cautiously.
Staff Member: Mr. Minio? Bobby?
Bobby Minio: Kinda busy here.
Staff Member: About that…
Minio catches the subtext here, and turns to face the staff member to his left.
Bobby Minio: Oh boy, where is this going?
Staff Member: He’s not coming. H2O, he’s not going to be here tonight.
Bobby Minio: How would you know that? Did he send you a text? Carrier pigeon? Smoke signal?
Staff Member: Uhh actually, a video package. They played it, earlier tonight. He’s… he’s occupied.
Bobby Minio: …
Minio leans in on his weight, his eyes now studying the staff member, truly attempting to see directly through the man.
Bobby Minio: He put you up to this… where is he?
Staff Member: Mr. Minio… this isn’t that. The whole audience saw it. He’s not coming here.
Minio stands up now, leaning in, examining the staff member like a Tyrannosaurus Rex inspecting a Jeep Wrangler.
Bobby Minio: I don’t care to play this game three weeks in a row here. I want answers.
Minio backs up a step, leaning down to his duffle bag. He produces a bucket from the bag, one of the buckets he had used on the backstabbing referee a week prior.
Bobby Minio: I have ways of getting my answers!
The security guards are now on alert, backstage staff members are on alert, everyone but Minio is aware that this is the actual truth.
They begin to step in, restraining Minio who struggles and fights to bring the bucket and the staff member closer together.
Bobby Minio: Tell him I’m coming for him! Run to where ever he is, and tell him that BOBBY MINIO IS COMING WITH THAT WORK!
The camera begins to step back, panning out as more security guards rush in to restrain the berserking Minio. The staff member attempts to slink away when Minio rears back, slinging the empty bucket overhand, sending it sailing across the room towards the staff member.
It bounces from the back of the fleeing man’s skull, sending a hollow *BONK* bouncing and reverberating off of the brick walls of the backstage area.
Bobby Minio: I KNOW HE’S HERE AND I’M GOING TO PUT HANDS ON HIM! I’M GOING TO-
The security men finally tackle Minio down, dogpiling on The One Man Revolution as the camera pans down to the staff member, groggily reaching up to protect his head. The scene fades over to the announcer’s desk.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Bobby has lost it!
Ya think?
The Xtron Flickers On!
The camera pans to the announce team.
God Damn!
Say word!
The camera cuts to the home of Nate Ortiz, back in his vast vault of memorabilia, spanning almost the entire existence of OCW. A broken Clinton mask from Geomon and Kages run as the presidents.
A Rev Inc. shirt with claw marks across the chest, a gift left from a certain lion that used to run with the group. As the camera turns the picture gets a little blurry, but clears up as the camera zooms in on a picture of two mean with faces painted black and white.
Nate: Crazy how time flies right, was Parker a rookie, or a year or two in when this was taken. Back when I was leading the charge against T.O.P. he was the guy with the star painted on his eye looking more KISS cover band member than Wrestler.
Nate:
I took the time to take that picture not knowing what he would become down the road.
Nate puts his hand on the glass.
Nate: Parker Stevens has done as much for this place as anyone to come before him.
Nate:
He made the Hardcore Championship mean something when it had become a joke. Taking years off of his career for your entertainment.
Nate: He took that and did the same thing with the OCW Championship during a time when this place need someone to be the benchmark. He held the thing longer than damn near anyone.
Nate:
Everyone talks about the Dimsmore Wrestlution 8 match. But that was every week.
Nate:
Week in and week out he did his damn thing leaving a pile of bodies behind him.
Nate smirks.
Nate: That is until I came back full time. The man jumped me with Dupree two years ago and vanished before he could get what was coming.
Nate:
Only to show up on the night that I took the Summer to lay down a challenge.
Nate: Did he show up the next night? No. How many times has he been here since?
Nate:
The last time any of us have seen him it was when he gave me a Truth Siren. But he hasn’t shown up since.
Nate: He once had the nerve to call me Mr. 1 in 365. I’d say that when OCW needs me I’m here. Parker only has to show up one more time at Wrestlution and that can be the end.
Nate:
We can end the debate of this old man here can hang with a grown up Parker Stevens.
Nate: I’ll keep showing up and doing what I’ve done for over a decade while he goes back below deck after Wrestlution, waiting for the next name that wants to make theirs on my back.
Nate: Parker…
Nate looks at the camera.
Nate: I’ll be at Riot in person next week. You want some early. I’ll be in the center of the ring. Show up, say something, do something.
Nate:
Or don’t. I’ll carry you to the best fight of your life at Wrestlution regardless. But it would be nice to punch you in the face before then…
Nate reaches down and picks up a black cowboy hat and places it on his head. He tips his cap to the camera as the scene fades.
The camera pans to the announce team.
The Stone Cold Truth!
From The Greatest of All Time!
Previously Recorded!
The Xtron Flickers On!
The camera pans to the announce team.
What!!!
The.......
The scene opens with Valkyrie arguing once again with a security guard
Security Guard: I’m sorry Little Bubba, I’ve got orders from Mr. Sensation himself: since Cheryl Stixx was spotted in this arena earlier tonight, you are not allowed in.
Security Guard: You two are too… let’s say “problematic”. And these are our new security instructions: we can’t have you both in the same arena at the same time.
Valkyrie: Me? Problematic? I am the most innocent creature on this planet: it’s not my fault if the rest of the locker room want me dead.
Security Guard: Don’t make me say it again. Find another way to spend the evening.
Valkyrie: Alright, you asked for it!
Valkyrie attempts to hit the Security Guard with a Roundhouse kick, but since the man is practically twice her size, the hit ends up landing on his side, without dealing much damage. He then grabs her by the shoulders and looks her in the eyes
Security Guard: You are lucky that kids idolize you because they are the ones that pour the most amount of money in merchandise. This makes you sort of untouchable around here, but I’d be happy to…
The man’s rant is interrupted by a hard kick where the sun don’t shine. Valkyrie frees herself from his grasp and kicks him again, this time in the stomach
Valkyrie: Let’s make one thing very clear: I am the toughest Little Bubba of this industry and now that I’m under Aerith’s protection, I can do whatever I want, whenever I want to do it.
Valkyrie: Now be a good boy and tell me where Cheryl Stixx is hiding.
He points to the hallway behind them, still writhing in pain
Valkyrie: See, it wasn’t so hard, was it?
Valkyrie:
And you should be happy: thanks to you, Princess Aurora is now one step closer to slaying Maleficent.
As two other security guards are seen approaching in the distance, Valkyrie quickly runs down the hallway making sure they didn’t spot her.
The camera then follows as she makes her way through the Riot’s backstage area, until she finally sees Cheryl Stixx giggling while recording a live video for her Instagram
Without noticing her rival, Cheryl continued her ego show, telling her followers not so important things about her life, like how multimasking gave her a glowing and healthy skin or how good Danny was with hair extensions and coloring
Valkyrie: Oh, hello there Cheryl. Long time no see.
Cheryl: Ok, stop right there! How are you here? I'm sure there was a really big security guy making sure you wouldn't get here to annoy ME.
Cheryl:
Or make a scene, you're a danger to this company... Public Relations' biggest fear, I'm sure they have nightmares about you.
Valkyrie: The big security guy is not going to bother us anymore, Cheryl...
Valkyrie vs Cheryl Stixx
The camera pans to the announce team.
OH MY GOD!
Holy Crap!
[Time Stamp 5/15/18 8:35pm PST]
We are on the deck of Maxwale Jaykub Freeman’s waterfront condo in Seattle, Washington. The sun is beginning to set in the distance.
MJF is stretched out on a deck chair with his shades on and basking in the sunset. He sees the OCW camera crew come up and begins to sit up as they approach.
MJF: Welcome to Casa de Maxwale. Now I know what you all are thinking. My OCW career thus far hasn’t been as… how should I say…. exceptional as one may have expected.
MJF: I mean, Charles Young hasn’t won a match since I was knee high to a grasshopper. And then, when I interject myself in to the a Riot main event with 3 of the top light heavyweights in all of OCW, what happens?
MJF removes his sunglasses. He thinks for a second and then gives the “Aha” moment point to the sky.
MJF: I completely dominate a precious member of the Ambition Era, I stood my ground with the OCW World champion and I had the dead weight of the Light Heavyweight champion on my back.
MJF: And just when I had Ryu backed into a corner, he reaches in to the bag of desperation and pulls out that illegal choke that he calls a Pepperton Sleeper.
MJF:
And my partner, who was too caught up in his feelings, couldn’t even make the save.
MJF: Shame. And to top it off, just when I was going to forgive Harvey for his shortcomings, what does his do??
MJF:
Hits me with a Riptide and leaves me laying in the middle of the ring.
MJF grabs for his jaw and gives it a rearrange tug.
MJF: But don’t worry, my jaw is fine.
MJF: You know what I saw in that match from TTT? I saw fear. The fear that they are coming to the realization that Maxwale Jaykub Freeman is the next… hell with the next… is THE light heavyweight to contend with in OCW going forward.
MJF: And what do I see from Harvey? I saw fear. I saw envy. I saw a man that looked deep in his soul.
MJF:
And what he found out, was that MJF at sometime and in someplace, will be the one to pry that OCW Light Heavyweight title from around your torso. Because….
MJF stands up and rolls his shoulders forward.
MJF: Because my name is Maxwale Jaykub Freeman. Above all else, I am the premiere light heavyweight in all of OCW. And I’m better than you, and you know it.
MJF puts his shades back on and walks out of the scene.
