We return to the ring, where the titantron comes to life. On it is Christian Shepherd, brandishing his stolen Pride title and gloating.
Shep: Ladies and gentlemen it is good to be here!
The crowd boo vociferously and Shep laughs.
Shep: Most importantly it is good to be the one and only PRIDE CHAMPION!
The boos continue, not quieting down. Shep can’t help but smile.
Shep: I hear you real ones out there. Don’t listen to these sheep booing another brother on the come up. But let’s take moment to look and see how I won this title!
The screen switches to show a replay of last week’s events, with Shep attacking Cort after CQC interfered in the tag match. The replay shows multiple angles of the chairshot, the knee, and the piledriver through the table.
Shep cackles.
Shep: Oh man, that NEVER gets old! Play it again, play it again!
It plays again, much to the anger of the crowd, who are really laying into the whole affair.
Shep: Oh, you don’t like that, do you? You don’t like seeing your momma’s favorite soldier get destroyed? Well I didn’t like having to carry a grown as man on my back for months only to get past over time and time again. If he doesn’t like what happened on Turmoil…
The crowd is ripe with anticipation.
Shep: Well how about he comes out here. How about he comes out here and makes you feel better, huh? That’s right, Cort, I’m calling you out! I’m calling you out!
He waits a few seconds...
Shep: If you’re not a coward, come out here and prove that you’ve still got some fight left in you!
A few seconds later and a figure emerges from backstage--no theme, no titantron. It takes a second for them to recognize him in the hoodie and jeans, but the crowd pops big for Cort. He walks down the ramp, turning around halfway down and backing towards the ring as he stares at the titantron, where Shep is still egging him on. He snatches a mic from a ringside official and rolls into the ring, taking a stand dead center in the ring.
Cort: I have been many things. But I will NEVER be a coward.
There’s an odd moment of lag before Shepherd replies.
Shep: Oh, there you are! I was afraid you might never show your face here again. But it’s good to know that you won’t give up that easy, huh?
Cort starts to reply but Shepherd talks over him.
Shep: How does it feel?! Losing the title, losing your precious tag team partner who CARRIED YOU through all of last year? Does it hurt? Knowing that your relevancy has come to an end? Knowing that you will NEVER touch this gold again?
Shep: Knowing that without you, OCW will flourish under the Pride of OCW, Christian “The Good” Shepherd.
Cort: You’re a dead man. You. Are. A dead man.
Shep continues ignoring what Cort has just said...
Shep: I bet it does. But you know… you know what’s gonna hurt the most?
Shep leans towards the camera.
Shep: That this is a recording!
Shepherd starts to laugh and Cort stares in confusion for a moment. He moves to turn around, but it’s too late--Shepherd clobbers him from behind with a belt shot to the head.
Cort falls to the ground and Shepherd continues the assault, whipping him with the belt before stomping on his back.
Shep: You want this, huh? You dumb son of a bitch?
He throws the Championship down next to Cort’s face.
Shep: Then get Sensation. Tell him to make us a match at Devil’s Night. Extreme rules. Championship on the line.
He picks the title up and kicks Cort in the face once more.
Shep: And then… we can make this title change official.
The crowd are outraged, and some even begin throwing trash in the ring, Atlanta style. Shepherd basks in the hate, exiting the ring proud as a peacock.
As he saunters up the ramp, security and medical personnel rush past to check on Cort.
Shepherd doesn’t even look back, continuing to pose and show off with the belt until he disappears backstage.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Talk about throwing down the gauntlet!
That's what he gets!
The Camera Pans To The Ramp!
The RIOT Tag Team champions stand in the center of the ring. Quartz' usual boisterous and cantankerous attitude has been shaven down the last two weeks. He holds a very serious look on his face as Rust Cohle requests microphones for the both of them.
Rust: ...Bonjour, idiots.
The crowd releases an expected series of boos to the Frenchman as he addresses the OCW universe.
Rust: C.Q.C., as you can tell...
Cohle gestures down toward himself and his tag team partner arrogantly, holding in the moment for several seconds before completing his sentence.
Rust: ...are not dressed for competition. Although, we are dressed as only the top superstars can be...
Rust: but we have come here for a reason.
Quartz picks up where Cohle leaves off.
Quartz: Obviously, we're here to continue what we've been doing for the last 6 months... Doing what others cannot do. Damn sure doing what people like 'Mistico' and 'Moon man' can't do.
Quartz looks his head to the side in a very sour fashion. As both names are spoken, a mocking cheer breaks out in the OCW RIOT crowd, poking fun at both men for their most recent losses at Turmoil.
Quartz: Yeah, yeah. Let's hear it. You crybabies can boo me all you want. You know the only reason either of those two ghosts have spots on the card is because of C.Q.C.
Rust nods his head, agreeing with the remarks.
Rust: With no Rust Cohle, Moon Man would still be just sitting on his cozy chair at home, waiting for his undeserved title shot against YOUR world champion Kassidy Hayes.
Quartz shoots Rust Cohle a look through his shades, peering down and responding in turn.
Quartz: With no Ijitu Quartz... well let's be honest. Why would any of you pay to come here? TTT runs this show and now, TTT runs every show. I make these places worth your grease covered, pencil pushing, burger flipping money.
Quartz: Which brings us to our main point.
Quartz raises his right hand and twitches his fingers, gesturing to the lighting crew. The arena lights dim slightly and Quartz throws his index finger towards the X-Tron.
An image fades in of Bunny M and Ligermask holding the tag team championships just before the Perfect Circle match a few months ago.
Quartz: Do you see that? That was what you had to look forward to in the tag team division before I got here.
Rust: Before WE got here... C.Q.C. not only rescued a dying division... we birthed a new age of tag team greatness.
Quartz: Who else recalls the countless entertainment provided by all the teams pre-CQC? All 1 of Cort Marshall and his now-backstabbing bum of a partner, Shep? All of these forgettable nobodies who only showed up to fill space?
Quartz: Like Anthony Baker. Here as a talentless BODY to fill up a talentless, boring tag team division with his mediocre friend Harvey.
Quartz: Speaking of Harvey... He's another one. 1 Harvey Ocean being followed around by a shell. Got any B2O fans out here?
Quartz raises his hand and looks sarcastically around the arena.
Quartz: Nobody!? Oh... that's what I thought. Pfft.
Quartz: Go to the next video.
The X-Tron flickers and a new image of Scumciety, holding the Turmoil tag championships.
Rust: Awful.
Quartz: You see that? That's your silver medal tag team, OCW.
Quartz: That is a product of C.Q.C.. Without us, that doesn't happen. Sensation was FORCED into creating those "champions" because of the rise in success of the tag division and the rise in relevancy of the gold... In MY gold.
Rust: Now those two homeless guys get to walk around sporting participation trophies. Fools gold.
Quartz paces around the ring and shakes his head, annoyed at the reaction he's receiving from the OCW fans.
Quartz: C'mon. Next.
An edited image shows the 6 men comprising P3, The Uncrowned, and Bournistico all standing together, facing the camera.
Quartz: Some of your biggest draws in the company right there.
Quartz: Guess who did that?
Quartz and Rust angrily point towards their championship belts and mouth "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." into the camera.
Quartz: P3 was formed for the SOLE PURPOSE of taking us down.
Rust: The Uncrowned knew their best chance for rookie success was to join the top division in OCW.
Quartz: Bournistico is comprised of probably the two most young and gifted in-ring performers in the company... but they're known as a TEAM. You know why?
After several seconds, the OCW crowd boos and C.Q.C. again angrily point to themselves and mouth the words "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah."
Rust: Spider Matsumodo noticed. Kassidy Hayes noticed.
Rust: and now? We're here to put all of you on notice.
Quartz: Devil's Night is around the corner. We're going to show everyone AGAIN... why we're the best tag team that has ever held the gold in this company...
Quartz:
I don't care how much success Mugen and Drago have had in OCW, P3 is a product of C.Q.C... and all of you can't wait to watch that match because C.Q.C. made it that way. Don't forget it.
Quartz waves a camera man over and pulls him into the ring by his shirt collar. The TV switches to that camera as it shakes, being pulled by Ijitu Quartz. The images on the X-Tron disappear and the lights come back to their full strength.
Quartz: So... On behalf of your saviors, myself and Rust Cohle.
Quartz looks directly into the camera he pulled into the ring.
Quartz: Mugen? Wrex? Doc? Damian?...
Rust: ...Mistico? Jay? Antonio?...
Quartz: ... and anybody else who is smart enough to capitalize on the greatness... On the success of C.Q.C...
Both pull the microphones down and let the moment sit in the air before punctuating the segment with an emphatic simultaneous landing.
Both: You're welcome.
The C.Q.C. Theme begins as the two carry their tag team championships back up the ramp, ignoring the crowd and throwing the curtain open, leaving their mics in the ring with the camera man.
The camera pans to the announce team.
God I hate them!
WHY? Because they speak the truth?
MUGEN VS MJF
The camera pans to the announce team.
OH MY GOD!
Oh you know he mad!
Previously recorded…
We cut to a non-disclosed location where Lotus FloJo and the other members of 4 live Otaku are training in some weird simulated world…Ace and FloJo are sparring. The Battle intensifying. Ace get’s the upper-hand...
Jim Black was invited.
Ace: HAAAA!
Ace: Rolling Elbow!!!
Bray: Go for the cover, Ace!
Nick: 1….2...3!
FloJo: Ngh!
FloJo: Bullshit.
Ace: *cries* I’m sorry...Meow.
FloJo lightly sighs.
Jim: Excuse me guys, what’s are this? Is this some honest to God empty void????
Bray: Why yes, Jim. This is called the Hyperbolic Time Chamber…!
Jim: A Hyperbolic--what?
Nick: It’s a place where fighters train to get better...FloJo has a hell of a fight come Devil’s Night and--
Ace: We’re here to help!
Jim: How exactly does this work?
FloJo gets up and attempts to explain…
FloJo: Well...I don’t know….This world is strange….
Jim: Strange? Like how…?
FloJo: Well, sometimes it’s hot as hell and sometimes its cold with winds asintenses as a a New York blizzard.
Ace: Whoosh.
Suddenly, the door to the chamber opens, an unexpected and unwanted guest walks into the void with the others. It appears to be a female Native American standing over 6ft tall.
????: Oh FloJoro...I’ve finally found you...You’re gonna make it to Devil’s Night! Instead it’ll be meee!
FloJo: Oh we’ll see about that you Pocahontas fudge-muffin!
Bray and Nick: :O
????: Oooooh?
????:[Menacing]
????: Are you gonna ask what my name is?
Ace: Don’t care.
FloJo: BellaDonna!!!
A strange but elegant entity forms from FloJo while she’s posing
????: What the hell is that!!
????: Hmph. No matter.
????: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
The evil foe charges at FloJo, performing a rolling kick attack, she misses
FloJo: Here take this; Dirty Dancing!
The entity launches a flurry of punches, kicks and a final blow with an elbow. Leaving the evil guest Ko’d. The Weeb’s were amazed while Jim was left speechless.
FloJo motions to Jim and the cameraman.
FloJo: I have a little message for you Dragana...as you can see we’ve both set the stage for could be the best women’s championship match yet...When we first fought and beaten me you realized I wasn’t much of a pushover. Now we’re meeting again but in a Extreme Rules match!
FloJo: And as far as your championship, it’s not really about winning the belt, it’s about beating that tough boss in a old Japanese RPG while being underleveled. I’m getting ready for Devil’s Night. See you space cowgirl…
FloJo: Let’s go…Everyone.
Jim: Alright Ladies and Gentleman Devil’s Night is shaping up to be---Hey guys don’t leave me here!
Jim: Hey!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Haha!
BAH!
The Xtron Flickers On
The camera finds Valkyrie and Terra Daturas in the backstage area after their match.
Terra helps Valkyrie to her locker room, both women looking around, making sure another ambush is not awaiting them.
Terra: Are you okay?
Terra: I’m sorry! I didn’t wanna get involved but that… person, Licentia… was after you!
Terra stops walking as Valkyrie continues on. Terra holds her hands on her chest patiently with a fearful look in her eyes.
Terra: I couldn’t just let that happen. You’re a kind person. Kind people deserve to be protected, Sar--
Valkyrie turns around, stunning and interrupting her opponent. She grabs Terra by her shoulder and looks her directly in the eyes
Valkyrie: Listen, I'll say this once and I won't say it again.
Valkyrie: I like you. You are good in the ring, quite possibly the best athlete I've shared the squared circle with so far this season
Valkyrie: But if you think that just because you helped me fighting off Heather tonight, we are now friends, you are dead wrong.
Valkyrie: I don't have friends. I don't trust anybody anymore.
Valkyrie: I used to trust Code Jackman…
Valkyrie: ...until I realised he was just using me to get what he wanted. I invited him in my house, I thought we were friends, yet he was lying to my face the whole time
Valkyrie is counting with her fingers
Valkyrie: I used to trust B17…
Valkyrie: … and now he calls himself Ashley Blain and he's saying I've ruined the women's division.
Valkyrie: I've wasted my summer trying to save his ungrateful naked ass and that's how he's repaying me.
Valkyrie: And I'm not done!
Valkyrie: There used to be a showgirl whose name I can't even mention on Live TV anymore
A tear is now running down her left cheek. Her eyes are watery
Valkyrie: It's not her fault if she's not around anymore. Wrestlers lives are complicated, I understand that.
Valkyrie: But still. I'm left alone once again.
Valkyrie: People look at me and they see this cute underdog fighting against people who outnumber her and they cheer for me because of it.
Valkyrie: But I haven't chosen this life!
Valkyrie: Is it my fault if every single person I've ever trusted left me?
Valkyrie: So Terra, Let's pretend we are friends and let's just skip to the final chapter of our friendship, the part where you abandon me for whatever reason...
Valkyrie: ...And just leave me alone!
Valkyrie stands for a moment in front of Terra, her eyes still glossing over as she remembers her most difficult times. Terra stands locked in place, unable to find the words to respond.
After several tense moments, Valkyrie takes a few steps back, still facing Terra. She then runs away, sobbing out loud.
Terra looks down the hallway, saddened by the outburst. The camera slowly fades out as Terra mutters the last word.
