Shepherd makes his walk of shame backstage after the match with Baker, moving between the various crew members and wrestlers bustling around the place, doing whatever Iron Fist (™) Jaysin Sensation has them doing.
He meets up with Cort, who’s sitting down on a bench watching a TV broadcasting the show.
Cort: Tough luck, man.
Shep: You know a lot can be said but at the end of the day an L is an L. I’m not happy about it but it is what it is.
Cort: Well, I didn’t do so good either…
Shep: You were doing just fine before you wanted to start gloating! What’s all this about being a good guy, Mr. Push-ups? Hoo de doo, look at me, I’m so cool and I’m winning and OW MY HEAD!!!
Shep slaps his dome.
Shep: What were you thinking?
Cort: I wasn't thinking. Old habits die hard.
Shep: Maybe so.
He sits down next to Cort on the bench.
Shep: But we both gotta be more focused when it comes to CQC. You never know what kinda stuff they’re gonna try, and I wanna shut their motormouths something fierce.
Cort: Agreed. I’ll train my kickout shoulder.
Shep laughs as the camera fades off the team.
The camera pans to the announce team.
These 2 face C.Q.C at Savage Lands!
I Can't Wait!
We pan into a dark warehouse the only light in the warehouse shines down on Ryu Matsumoto, who is tied to a wooden chair.
RYU: HAAAAAAAALLP
RYU: HAAAAAAAALLP
Before he can utter a third call for help a figure darts out at him, the gleam of a blade can be seen in his hand.
The figure reveals himself to be the heavily bandaged burn victim, Chuck the Camera Guy
He presses the blade to Ryu throat.
Chuck: I SHOULD KILL YOU RIGHT HERE YOU BASTARD.
RYU: Oh hi Chuck, do you know where we are?
Chuck: SHUT UP! What we have planned for you is far worse than death.
Mastermind: Enough!
Chuck the Camera Guy reluctantly puts the blade he had at Ryu’s throat away..
Mastermind: Mr Matsumoto, you’ve been a thorn in many of our sides for far too long.
Mastermind: Your Trash antics are a nuisance and they end here. Mr D!
A figure in a lab coat steps out of the shadows, it is none other than Jonny D.
Jonny D: Oh hi Ryu!
RYU: Hi Jonny!
Chuck slaps Ryu across the face to put an end to any pleasantries that might be exchanged.
Mastermind: You see, Jonny D has been making strides in the fields of Neuroscience and he has learned how to implant memories and alter memories.
Mastermind: So in order to make you the perfect OCW Employee, we are going to implant you with memories from OUR HERO, Jaysin Sensation.
Mastermind: We are going to kill Trash, by making you SENSATIONAL…
The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh for the love of god...
THIS WILL NOT END WELL!
H20 vs Ijitu Quartz
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
The scene is set with the somber sounds of a hospital room. Beeps and buzzes, hissing air compressors and hurried footsteps. The broken body of one B17 lies in a bed, and a nurse is speaking to him.
Nurse Betty: Mr. B17, you have another visitor.
B17 eyes go wide in hopefulness. The string of his 68 IQ score still weighing him down. Liger had just left, but maybe his night was about to turn around.
B17: My community!?
The nurse looks towards the doorway, and Cort Marshall walks in.
Cort: Not quite.
B17: You? You’re an enemy of The B Community!
Cort sighs.
Cort: Maybe once. But I’m trying to let go of all that dookie, remember?
B17 seems unconvinced and narrows his eyes.
B17: Hm. I see what going on. You wanted to scout out if any of my boys had bought me any oil! Unfortunately for you I only have baby oil here.
He gestures to the far side of the room. Betty the nurse slaps his hand.
Betty: If you’re going to be paralyzed. Be paralyzed, please?
B17 drops his hand back to the bed: Prepare the bubble bath. I wish to soak and contemplate. And add those pink bubbles...I like pink bubbles.
Nurse Betty leaves disgusted. This was his third bath today.
Cort: I’m here… because I felt bad.
B17: You did! Well that comforting. You warm the pit of my stomach, Cort. I always suspected you to be a closeted, narrow minded, warthog faced buffoon, who hated my Bingo colors.
Cort just glares at B17.
Cort: Tell me how you REALLY feel.
B17: I just did?
Cort: … Nevermind. You got fired. Came back. Climbed the ladder, proving all the doubters wrong, even as one of said doubters turns out to have been a cheat all along!
Cort:
And you reached one of the HIGHEST OF PEAKS! You got the CCW Championship! You’ve done what I wanted to do.
He pauses.
Cort: And then… this. So I wanted to bring you something fun to do while you’re in here.
Cort produces a bundle of papers.
B17: What are those?
Cort: Well I printed off some funny emails that my aunt sends me. And this is a citizenship quiz!
B17: I didn’t do so well on the last quiz. I welcome the chance to redeem myself. However, remind me when I regain the use of my limbs to show you how to have fun.
Cort: This IS what I do for fun! Come on, let’s compare Patriotism Scores(™)!
B17: Will you write for me?
Cort: Of course! And I speak English, so I’m hopeful this goes better.
Cort: Name two national U.S. Holidays.
B17: Harvey Milk Day and Christmas.
Cort stares at B17 with judgment in his eyes.
Cort: I hope to god you’re not implying H2O lactates, but I’ll just move on. What day do you celebrate Independence Day?
B17: June 11th.
Cort: Why does the flag have 13 stripes?
B17: Strippers?
Cort: Stripes…
B17: Oh, the 13 colonies.
Cort: Oh, shit. Yeah, that’s right. Keep it up, you’re barely above the deportation line here!
Cort: What is the most American mode of transportation?
B17: Jogging.
Cort: Is our president’s hair per--hold on. I don’t remember this question. In fact…
He begins flipping through pages.
Cort: The next 12 questions are all about the president’s… ravishing good looks?
B17 recoils.
B17: Shun the non believer, Cort.
Cort: Finally something we can agree on.
Cort tosses the book behind him, scattering papers all over the floor.
B17: Hey! I wanted to know my results.
Cort: Sorry. Work-related reflex.
Cort: I guess I’m not very good at this hospital visit thing.
B17: Honestly, no. But you tried. Speaking of trying… I smell a sweaty body that needs some fresh clothes. Mmm. Love. That. Smell.
He yells for the nurse, who’s still fetching his bath water while muttering about not being paid NEARLY enough to babysit these fucking people.
B17: Fetch this man a SHIRT! You know the one. Size…
He looks Cort up and down.
B17: Schmeedium.
She stares daggers but does as told, rooting around in a box of similar size to the one Code Jackman inhabited. She presents the shirt to Cort, who examines it intently.
B17: Perhaps you will atone for your past misdeeds by repping the B COMMUNITY?
Cort throws the shirt over his shoulder.
Cort: Mmmmmaybe.
B17: Remember, you never know what you like until you’ve tried it. Trust me. Just take a deep breath and brace it yourself. In and out, next thing you know your head it through the hole and you're thinking. "This is a nice fit."
Cort: Don’t hold your breath, bud. But good luck on your recovery.
B17: And to you. Good luck with not being a horrible person!
Cort: … Thanks.
Cort turns and leaves, with the nurse shoving his papers into his hands as he reaches the door.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Well then!
Cort shoulda slapped him!
Sid Harrison vs Jacob Trance
The camera pans to the announce team.
Woah!
Did not expect that!
The scene opens up outside of MSG and the Heatwave it entails as always with the GoPro is laying on the ground and is pointing towards the sky where there are 19 birds flying in circles.
This time these birds are not crows as all the crows are laying on the ground by Code Jackman’s box as if they all died. These birds in the air are buzzards.
Code Jackman: Day 19, all the crows they have guided me out here have died now the buzzards have joined the frame.
Jackman then shuts the lid of the box looks directly into the GoPro.
Code Jackman: Only 19 days, I kind of like this box. Haha haha haha haha haha haha haha haha haha haha.
The scene fades to black towards the next segment.
The camera pans to the announce team.
That boy done lost his mind!
Ya think?
The Camera Pans To The Ramp!
AC stands in the ring as crowd continues to cheer. He’s about to talk but quickly stops & soaks in all the praise. He lifts his left hand up & down to pump the crowd up.
AC holds out his arm signaling the crowd to stop.He then raises the mic high & begins to speak.
AC: MJF, is such a little bitch!
Crowd instantly pops and starts chanting “little bitch”. AC tries to speak but can’t as the crowd gets louder. Cobra laughing begins to speak again.
AC: I see all of you agree with me huh?
Crowd: YEAH!!!!
AC: MJF, I know you’re in the back watching. Gets your ass down here right now! Forget Savage Lands, lets have at it, right here tonight!
Crowd is beings to pop hard. AC begins to take off his “Get a Life” shirt which you can pick up at OCW.com for $10.99 free shipping & handling included. But before he can….
The Camera Pans To The Ramp!
MJF: Hold on there Aubury Canadian Cobra. That match versus Telos was just a warm up.
MJF: I mean, truth be told, I didn’t expect you to struggle as much as you did. And if you think that will be enough to hang in the ring with Maxwale Jaykub Freeman, then you must be more of neurotic man-child than I expected.
Cobra tosses the mic back towards the ring announcer and walks over to the ropes near the entrance. Cobra sits on the middle rope, holds the top rope up and gives MJF the “Just Bring It” motion. The OCW Universe is always looking for a fight. But MJF doesn’t budge.
MJF: Oh, so that’s how it works. You make some silly motion to get all of these sheep going and I'm supposed to march my way down this aisle just to give away your retirement match on free TV?
MJF: Not a chance Aladdin Cinderella. Now if you’ll excuse me. I have much more pressing matters to tend to. Like should I go baked chicken or a big hearty salad. See ya chump.
MJF lets out a huge belly laugh as he heads back thru the Gorilla Position. End Scene.
