We pan into the hideout of the Sensational Six. Spider is strapped into what looks like a dentist's chair.
There’s a spaghetti strainer sitting on his head with various electrical cables attached to it, all trailing down to the ground and off into the darkness.
Spider is staring at a projection of various images quickly flashing by. We see images of Timberland Boots, Cheap Wine, Veggie Burgers, a Tuskan Raider, Nate Ortiz and a pair of skinny jeans.
Spider is staring at the screen, eyes glazed over, drooling.
We see Jonny D standing off to the side taking notes on a clipboard.
Mastermind: How goes the programming?
Jonny D: He’s resisting it, but I believe we’ve broken down the first wall of resistance.
Jonny D: This second stage of programming should sever any ties he has to extra dimensional versions of himself that could undo our work.
Mastermind: Good good… And the final phase?
Jonny D: Yes, the finishing and the physical augmentations and repairs, everything is in place, he should be ready for Savage Lands.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh for the love of god...REALLY!
THOSE FIENDS!
Clips of Doc Young punching and kicking a heavy bag in a darkened gym room play, showing various different camera angles while he narrates to a low hip-hop soundtrack.
Young (Narrating): I am ready; to perform and to compete. The road to greatness is long and winding but I have no fear of what lies ahead.
Young:
My journey here in OCW has only just begun and best believe I am prepared to fight my way to the top. I am not afraid of collecting a few scars because I know my path is not etched in gold.
The Camera switches to a full body shot of Young in black gym gear in front of a gold smoke light and he is now speaking.
Young (Assertively): My whole life, I was never shown the yellow-brick road, it's not in my blood and for damn sure I don't need it. I used to wake up in the morning not knowing if there'd be food on the table at meal time; I used to get up in cars not knowing where I'd be sleeping the next night.
Young:
I used to sit outside showrooms after I'd performed in them selling my own merchandise so I could keep going to the gym, and even then half the time I'd have to beg the manager to let me keep coming even when I couldn't afford my membership, and he did, because he saw something in me that no-one else did.
Young:
He saw my passion, my drive and my will to succeed when I had nothing but the contents of my gym bag, the clothes on my back and a smile on my face.
Young:
I am forever thankful for these struggles, because they have shaped me into who I am today and have prepared me for this next step in my career.
Young:
OCW, the Young King is here and for sure he's taking on all comers, I'm ready; are you?
The camera pans upwards to a black screen and the words 'Doc Young: Coming Soon' appear once again on the screen before it all fades to black.
The camera pans to the announce team.
The Young Lion is ready!
The Maw Awaits!
Cyborg walks over to the ropes collectedly and asks for a mic. He was met by the ring announcer without a pause as she was already standing there awaiting for his request.
He grabs the mic and turns back inside the ring. The extreme bass of Cyborg’s music winds down and the volume of cheers begins to arise.
He closes his eyes and twists his head on a swivel to crack his neck. Like an exercise, he rolls his shoulders back and begins to speak.
Cyborg: You know, I’m not used to this. I’m not the type to come out and talk like 99% of OCW roster likes to do. When you see me you know there will be a fight.
Crowd pops.
Cyborg: Wrestlution was the first ever PPV I was assigned to. Yes, I said assigned to. Where I’m from when you’re assigned something it means you’re going on a mission.
Cyborg: My mission was to destroy Rust and Quartz once and for all and their mission was to….
Cyborg: ...Destroy me once and for all.
Crowd boos.
Cyborg: Right before my very eyes they formed what we now know as CQC. Right before my eyes I saw that I have could have two slabs of meat on my sandwich instead of one.
Cyborg: I ate everything they could possibly give me and then some.
Cyborg pauses for a moment as he can feel his body temperature rising and wipes the beads of sweat off his forehead. He continues on.
Cyborg: Like I said please bear with me. I’m really not trying to risk another suspension and murder someone here tonight!
Crowd pops as one side of the arena chants “Cy-borg” and the other side of the arena chants “Bul-ly”
Cyborg: I forgot that it takes about 13 minutes for your stomach to tell your brain that you’re full. So I got a little carried away and bit off more than I could chew.
Cyborg: As a result, I was suspended for two weeks. But within those two weeks and even before THAT; A man by the name of Telos has been stalking my every move.
Cyborg: After my match at Lution he shows up. Right after my suspension was made official he was right there to smack me (Smiles).
Cyborg: Then on my last week he attacks me with all his might knowing I couldn’t hit back. So I did some lurking at the main headquarters last week.
Cyborg: They told me my suspension has been lifted of course barring any setbacks of me losing control.
Cyborg: So I’m here to tell you Telos, I’M BACK!!! At Savage Lands it’s going to be you and I in a No Disqualification Match!
Cyborg: A stipulation I’m sure you’d love since you like a bit of rough housing. But my mission now is to destroy YOU!
Cyborg: So no more talking! Next time you see me….expect a fight!
”Extreme Bass” hits as Cyborg closes his eyes once again and rolls his shoulders back.
He heads down the steel steps and heads up the ramp. He stops midway giving the camera man his back. He looks over his shoulder only seeing his bad eye as the camera man backs away.
He disappears backstage as we cut to the next segment.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Cyborg is ready!
But is Telos?
Taiga Masuka vs Damian Bourne
The camera pans to the announce team.
He got all of it!
Yawp!
(Pre-recorded)
The feed switches to a shot of Cort Marshall, laying on his bed in a hotel room. He seems to be trying to get to sleep, but the room next door is emanating a lot of noise. There are muffled sound effects, and someone seems to be yelling.
???: COME ON! let me in!
Cort groans and rolls over, covering his head with a pillow. That doesn’t seem to help, though, as the room begins blaring music.
He throws the pillow down and sits up.
Cort: Uuuugh.
Cort: Wait… is that Archer’s theme? God, I hate that song. These kids and their edge. What happened to the BALLADS? Why did you kill Boston for this!?
Cort glances at the bedside clock, which reads 10 pm.
Cort: Well, I ain’t gettin’ to sleep like this…
Cort shuffles off the bed and heads for the door.
In the hall, the noise is even louder, but for some reason nobody else seems to be bothered. Blame Al Cohaul. Cort bangs on the door.
Cort: Hey, can you keep it down?
No response, and the sounds keep coming.
Cort: Some people’s children…
Cort pushes the door open, and in the same split second, an xbox controller launches out, nearly catching Cort on the chin save for his quick reactions. He catches it and stares accusingly at the room’s occupant.
Rust Cohle stares back, sitting among a throne of Doritos and Dr Pepper.
Rust *with his mouth full*: Ouh.. Nice catch mate ! Give it back now.
Cort grinds his teeth.
Cort: It’s ten o’clock at night! Shut the fudruckers up and go to sleep! Some people have SCHEDULES.
Rust: Gotta eat your fibre cereal at 8 am else your colon don’t work, old man? Be a good brother and pass me back that controller. They ain’t cheap.
Cort: I should really just throw it. Hard. What the hell are you DOING in here anyway?
Rust chugs a can of Dr Pepper in one gulp and throws it into the overflowing wastebin.
Rust: God that ish is life.. Huh marathoning the latest OCW 18 game! Just came out last week! But for whatever reason it doesn’t connect online.., Where is this guy from?! Paris?!
Cort: That would explain everyone’s garbage theme songs blasting at max volume.
Rust: Garbage? That’s rich, buddy. Is yours even properly licensed? It sounds different in the game…
Cort: What?! They wouldn’t! Show me!
Rust holds up a finger.
Rust: Only if you give me back the controller.
Cort narrows his eyes, but capitulates, tossing the pad back to Cohle. Cohle rushes through menus at max speed, selecting Cort in-game as real life Cort walks into the room to view the TV.
Rust: See?
The theme plays…
Daaave, you’re playing a game, you never can win…
Cort: Son of a monkey’s hairy tushy. Someone’s gonna pay for this! Plus, that doesn’t even LOOK like me! Why is my mouth so wide? It’s like I’m cruising for minnows.
Rust laughs.
Rust: That’s because they save the development time for the big stars, loser. Man, look at that eye on Ryu. That’s tight !
Cort: So what do YOU look like, then?
Rust coughs.
Rust: I’m… not currently in the game.. But I heard I might be in the “Why is everybody so Dark?” DLC Pack ! Next year for sure tho.
Cort: If you don’t quit after the beating we give you two at Savage Lands!
Rust: Oh, you want a beating? Sit down and play, loser! I got an extra controller somewhere…
He starts digging around in the mess.
Cort: Where’s Quartz anyway?
Rust: He’s off doing… something.
Cort: I see.
Rust: Yeah. Here you go, sport.
Rust hands him the controller, which is off-brand and wonky, with one stick lazily tilted too far left.
Cort: I’ve never played AND you give me the bootleg chinese slave child controller. Very fair, Rust-eeze.
Rust: Life’s not fair. Now get ready to get WRECKED.
