B17 stood waiting in line behind Mistico. Both men were excited to try a new specialty of the night. El Pollo Loco chicken and fried beans, an Americanized Mexican dish.
Mistico kept rocking on the balls of his feet. Benji was first in line, and the OCW staffed waiter had said it a moments wait.
A man with a heavy overcoat and hood pulled over his face stood in line behind Bingo. B17 glanced at him suspiciously. Who was that?
Suspicious man: Dear lord he smells.
It has only been a whisper, but B17 heard it.
B17: Excuse me?
The voice changed into a higher pitch: Oh nothing, senior 17!
B17: Uh, huh.
B17 glanced down. Louis Vitto Manhattan Richelieu Men's Shoes. Only one man in OCW was crass enough to spend so much on shoes that didn’t even have support.
B17: Archer!
Archer: No, SENIOR!
WHAM
Code Jackman runs out of his hiding spot and tackles B17.
Code: Well, well, well I knew you would be here, Bingo.
Archer jumps in and starts punching B17 in the face.
Archer: PEOPLE LIKE YOU MOW MY LAWN!
Code pushes Archer away: Hey this is my meat. I have unfinished business with this sack of crap.
Archer pushes back: Don’t touch me, peasant!
In the confusion, B17 crawls away while a crowd gathers around to watch Archer and Code, who begin to jaw at each other.
Archer: You hair offends me! Your chest hair disgusts me, your breathing is a slight upon the wealthy who pay for your oxygen!
Code: You think you are fancy in your stylish clothes and your dookieshoe don’t stink attitude? Well, your dookieshoes do stink! It is worse than mine.
While the two men argue, B17 takes advantage of the dispersed line and orders his meal.
B17: Yes, two drumsticks please, no beans, and two biscuits please, oh and mashed potatoes.
Server: Sure, sure. Take what you want.
The minimum wage worker walks away to watch the fight. Bingo takes two drumsticks, one for each hand and rejoins the circle of interested spectators.
Archer charges Code and goes for the leg. Code easily dodges.
Code: WAIT! Archer, I don’t care about you. Where is Stupid??
B17 happily waves from next to Mistico. One chicken leg is already gone and he’s working on the second: Good food! dookie fight.
Both Code and Archer rush B17 and again B17 goes flying. Having seen enough, Mistico and Benji grab Archer and Code and drag them off.
Mistico: AY! Idiotas, you’re ruining my comida!
Benji: You Rasclots! I will not have my meal interrupted...especially by you Code..!
Archer: Release me! I will sue Mexico!
With that Archer rips away from Mistico and runs away shouting about having to sanitize himself.
Code pushes Beji away: Stay out of my business.
Code glares at B17 and leaves, realizing he is now outnumbered.
B17: The B Community thanks you.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh for the love of Pete!
THIS IS TUUUUUUURMOIL!
The Xtron Flickers On
We begin the segment with the camera rising behind a familiar throne. As the camera rises above the throne you can see Heather Angelo walk down the aisle of the Kasstian Church.
The Ghoul Priests that are walking side by side with her stop at the beginning of the aisle. They all turn their backs and look towards the entrance of the church in unison.
She walks down the aisle alone with such confidence. The vaingloriousness radiates with every hip movement and every step towards that throne.
The camera circles from behind the throne just missing the familiar person who occupies it. It captures Heather’s side profile as she stops at the base of the altar.
She squints her eyes and smirks.
Heather: Sorry to keep you waiting. I’ve been doing some counseling and being...counseled, my Queen.
The camera pans from behind Heather and gets the whole view of who sits on The OCW Heavyweight Champions throne.
It’s Alexa Hayes.
Apparently she looks bored as she sits there slouched with her legs crossed. Her arm sits on the arm rest pointing up with her elbow bent that holds her head upright.
Alexa: This is the longest I ever had to wait for someone. Much like Kassidy having to wait for Horrible2O to becoming a worthy contender.
Alexa: It’s safe to say I speak for the both of us when I say this….
Alexa: This will never happen again!
Heather: It won’t. Much like you comparing me to my biggest mistake, Horrible2O as you stated…
Heather: Don’t ever mention him to me again!
Alexa then sits upright on her throne. She unfolds her legs down and both of her elbows meet her thighs. She locks her hands together and leans forward.
She returns a smirk of her own towards Heather.
Alexa: Who am I meeting with right now? Is it you or is it this Furiosa?
Heather: Why does it matter?
Alexa: I respect one better than the other.
Heather closes her eyes and clenches her hands. She hears both Dr. Larry’s voice and the menacing voice of Furiosa in her head.
She breathes thru her nose and out her mouth to regain self control.
Alexa: I want Furiosa to show up at Devil’s Night. I mean...it is going to be her venue.
Heather: You want to summon something in which Valkyrie cannot fathom or defend against? Nor I can control?
Alexa rolls her eyes and then sits back her beloved's throne.
Alexa: Yes.
Heather bows her head down and stretches her fingers out to point the small webbing between her fingers started to tingle. Then as quickly as she felt the tingle….
She relaxes her hands.
Alexa recognizes the change almost immediately.
Furiosa: Nice to meet you so soon, Alexa.
Alexa rises from the throne. The boredom quickly leaves her as she feels the temperature in the church drop rapidly.
She rubs her arms not because it’s chilly but out of pure excitement. Alexa feels the presence of death itself, Furiosa.
Alexa: Likewise. My better half would want nothing less than a clean sweep at Devil’s Night. I told him I was afraid Heather wouldn’t be enough for Valkyrie as we witnessed at SummerCide.
Alexa: But what we witnessed at Riot 514 was an entity that I inspired Kassidy to recruit.
Furiosa frowns at the revelation of Alexa recruiting her. Not Kassidy.
Furiosa: Don’t you hate my carrier?
Alexa: I never said I hate her. Just said I don’t like her. But we both have similar qualities that’s for the greater good for the man that owns this throne.
Furiosa: Say no more. I will bring the fury you wish for me to unleash against Tinkerbell.
Alexa: I know so.
Furiosa: Valkyrie isn’t taking it as serious as she did once before. Even after the small defeat I had against her; she still has a stronghold over OCW.
Furiosa: Even after Devil’s Night I will continue to haunt her. I will do it in her dreams if I have to. I will do anything to stop her!
Furiosa faints to the ground.
Alexa puts her fingers in her mouth and whistles. The Ghoul Priests turn and walks down the aisle one by one. They surround Heather’s body and hoist her up.
They begin to carry her out of the church. Heather shakes her head as she regains consciousness. She opens her eyes and notices the paintings of Kassidy, Kasstian Cross and many followers on the ceiling.
The Ghoul Priests walk out of the church and closes the door behind them.
Alexa Hayes sits back down on the throne and grabs a cup of wine sitting on a side table next to her. She takes a sip and tosses the glass aside. You can hear the glass shatter off into the distance.
Alexa: No darling. YOU don’t know what you’re doing. But Furiosa does.
The camera pans to the announce team.
This ain't good!
No...IT'S GREAT!
Earlier that week.
The scene is set, a conference room filled with people, at the front of the room on one side. Turmoils top announcer Austin Lee and Aries, on the other the Turmoil Tag Team Champions, Scumciety. In the middle, keeping the peace is a large number of security staff.
Off to one side with the ultimate example of rearing bitch face is Constance Fury. She continues to scowl before flicking her hair over her shoulder and exiting.
Fury drums his fingers noisily on the desk, Wrex leans backwards in his chair, hands folded neatly behind his head.
Fury: So… You're scared? Do you need todas estas personas aquí contigo? Pathetic, patético.
#Austin: Who said they are here for me?
Wrex: Well they certainly ain’t here for Aries, we found out last week he doesn't have any friends left here. Even his own brother in law wasn't willing to save him.
#Austin: It’s almost like the pair of you, went around and made sure he would be left without a tag partner.
Wrex: Why would we need to? Half the roster doesn’t want none. Rest don't know who this dinosaur is.
Wrex:
He aint a Nate, he aint a Pugh, a Dupree, a Parker. Hell he isn't even a Leonheart.
Wrex:
Think anybody knew who he was before looking at the legends page? Anyone?
#Austin: Sounds like how no one knew your name till you started using my name.
#Austin: Let’s get to the point, everyone here knows I have the ability to get cleared as soon as i need to. So what's it going to be? You both going to step up or you going to show your true scum colors.
Wrex: Austin, do you really want to risk that pretty little neck of yours, cause there ain't gonna be much of it left. When I curb it into the ground.
Wrex:
Just like I did to all those little rookies, like I did to that homeless clown, like I did to the last man who’s willing to sit near you without wanting to gouge your eyes out.
Wrex: So what’ll be old man?
Wrex:
Willing to risk what little of a career you have left, to step into the ring with the most destructive tag team force on this brand...Hell in OCW?
Wrex:
Say yes I’ll happily sign the Championships away.. But be warned, this isn't Florida, and you aren't the marvelous, or notorious Austin Lee anymore.
Wrex:
I’ll have my eyes on you, and only you. And I won’t take responsibility for what I will do to you at Devils Night.
#Austin pauses looking down at the contract, taking in every word spoken by Wrex.
#Austin:.....
#Austin stands up from the table, signing the contract before sliding it to Wrex.
#Austin: You are right i am not the old me and that is why you should be ready when you step in that ring devils night.
#Austin: Bring your absolute best and i promise you I will not back down. Now if you excuse me I need to make a phone call to get the doctor lined up.
A grin the size of the Cheshire Cat appears on Wrex’s face as he signs his name away on the dotted lines before passing it off to Fury for the same.
Wrex: I hope you don’t Austin, I don't want to see the man I spent years of my life fighting to go out like a bitch at the end of his farewell tour, see you Sunday.
Fury signs it, the same grin on his face.
Fury: Sabbath Day, Devils Night. The end for you…
Fury points to Austin.
Fury: And you, my silent man.
Fury points to Aries before Scumciety ram their chairs backwards and leaves.
The camera pans to the announce team.
It's official!
The OFFICIAL END OF AUSTIN AND ARIES!
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED…
The camera pans into the common room of the OCW Hall of Fame Retirement Home
We focus in on the table in the center of the common room
Trash Ortiz and Rust Sensation are sitting next to each other on one side and Quartz Dupree and an empty chair are opposite them.
In between them a checkers board is set up, a game is currently on going
The Common room tv is on, and it's playing a rerun of last weeks RIOT.
TRASH ORTIZ: I have you now you summerless old coot!
Trash Ortiz makes a nothing move on the checkers board. Rust Sensation pops huge.
Quartz Dupree: [i]turns to the empty chair[/b] Shut up Parker! I’m trying to think…
Harvey Ocean appears on screen and starts cutting a promo
TRASH ORTIZ: Isn’t that the green horn that beat you, Blunderness?
Quartz Dupree: Pssha! That kid was lucky my arthritis was flaring up! He was as lucky back then as he is talentless now.
Quartz Dupree turns into the thinking emoji as he places his hand on his chin.
Quartz Dupree: Although, I’ve heard he looks a lot like that Quartz kid… I gotta say they’re both very handsome.
All 4 men nod around the table in agreement and murmur to themselves.
TRASH ORTIZ: BUT TALENTLESS ROOKIES! RUINING OCW!
The entire table cheers in an uproar at the interjection.
Rust Sensation: You’re so right, Ortiz. Just SO right. I have never seen anyone more right than you are in this moment!
Several other elderly men in the retirement home shush the group at the table and click the volume higher on the remote.
TRASH ORTIZ: Did you just SHUSH THE MANCHIZE!?
Rust Sensation leaps from the desk, shaking the checkers table. Quartz Dupree attempts to corral the board but takes the moment to cheat - moving several pieces in his advantage.
Quartz Dupree: STOP SHAKING THE TABLE!
Rust Sensation: These whippersnappers don’t know wrastlin’! You might as well be watching bubble guppies flop around on dry land! I HAVE TRASH ORTIZ STANDING RIGHT HERE, YOU INVALIDS.
The camera dramatically flashes to the empty chair as everyone in the room points there attention towards it. Nothing happens… because it’s an empty chair. Ortiz looks back down at the board and grunts heavily.
TRASH ORTIZ: Wait a second…
Quartz Dupree begins sweating and scratching his head, causing some of his long grey hair to fall onto the table, which he quickly swipes away. He takes two more ambition advil and waits for Ortiz’ response.
TRASH ORTIZ: I gotcha!
Ortiz slides a red checkers piece diagonally and knocks out 3 black pieces.
TRASH ORTIZ: CHECKMATE! GTGOAT, baby!
Quartz Dupree is shocked, leaping up and grabbing a glass of water with gold dentures inside. He swings over to the empty chair and shouts in that direction.
Quartz Dupree: I agree, Parker! He cheated! He doesn’t deserve this win! Sensation! Fix this!
Dupree turns to see Rust Sensation fitting Trash Ortiz with a championship belt made of macaroni art and messy glue.
Rust Sensation: ONCE AGAIN! YOU’RE WORLD CHAMPION!
The hustle and bustle in the room causes several male nurses to enter the room and try to contain the group.
TRASH ORTIZ: Get your hands off me! I’m the champion again! I’ll put all of you on the Ortiz Express! Let go!
The scene fades to black as the group is escorted out of the rest area. The TV inside the room takes focus as Valkyrie, KD, and H2O ominously stand center stage on the televised RIOT re-run.
The camera pans to the announce team.
What jerks!
This is great!
The Camera Pans To The Ramp
As the music lowers, Antonio Everrett leans out of the ring and is handed two microphones while his partner in crime, Doc Green, perches upon one of the turnbuckles lowering and raising his arms wildly to warm up the atmosphere.
Everrett cheerfully walks over and carefully places a microphone into Doc’s outstretched hand. As he slowly brings the mic to his mouth, the crowd up the noise level, putting a wide-toothed smile on his face.
Doc, noticing this shift, teases the crowd by pulling the mic away and holding it by his side, which is met by a short chorus of boos which turns to cheers once again as he quickly places it back at his mouth, pulling a concerned face at Ant, who appears to be egging him on to do it again, as he directs inaudible shouts at Doc.
So, with a shrug, he repeats the action a couple of times, to the same reaction each time, before hopping off the turnbuckle to begin addressing the crowd, almost out-of-breath.
Doc: Woo! My God, you lot just reminded why we love being out here each and every week. Is everyone having a damn good night tonight!?
The OCW Universe lets out a big cheer for the rookie tag team, as Everrett begins gesturing to speak.
Everrett: I had a feeling that they just might say that, Doc. Listen, though, it’s been one hell of a ride for us so far in OCW, wouldn’t you say?
Doc: It has to be said, absolute madness. It all began at the 14th Anniversary Show really, when I faced Coolidge’s daddy, K.D, and in the same night the morally questionable team of CQC decide to take out an insurance policy to keep hold of their belts.
Low boos mixed with some ‘TTT’ chants descend on Uncrowned as they make shrugging gestures before Ant starts to speak again.
Everrett: Then, they go ahead and grow the balls to poke some sleeping giants, and God forbid if P3 win those belts in New Orleans I can’t even begin to think how they’d ever go about getting them back-
Doc purses his lips and leans into his mic.
Doc: 2 on 4, of course.
Everrett: Oh yeah, course they will. And then they want to go on live television and chat about how they’ve made US and other competitors FAMOUS?
Doc’s demeanor changes slightly as he stares directly into the hard camera and raises his free hand.
Doc: Huh, they really did that? Well, I suppose that’s pretty rich coming from the blokes who one of them has been riding coat-tails since he got here. Ant, remember those times Quartz went around wearing a B-Community shirt? I do, you’re welcome.
The crowd cheers and hollers upon hearing the B-Community being mentioned before settling as Doc continues, fired up.
Doc: And the other one, Frenchy. To be honest, the ‘other one’ is probably his preferred pronoun these days, considering how lost in the shuffle he’s gotten since joining up with his "Team". You wanted to make a difference around here, huh?
Doc: You wanted to ‘run’ things around here, huh? You talk about it like it’s going out of fashion and then you hide behind three men who, let’s face it, you aren’t on the level of, exposing yourself as the arrogant, entitled, condescending wanker that you really are.
Doc: Yet YOU made US famous, yeah right, tosser, we’ll keep that in mind when we eventually get our shot, and believe me, WE WILL. Both of you.
Doc lowers his mic and begins pacing around the ring, as he keeps the crowd in a frenzy by directing his free hand towards them and shouting inaudible phrases as he goes.
Everrett: Chill out, Doc. That’s enough about them for now.
Doc: Yeah, you’re right man. All this shit got me sidetracked from what's important, entertaining these fans and giving them 110% every! single! nigh-
As Doc finishes his sentence, familiar music begins to play from the ramp as the mood in the crowd dampens upon hearing the track.
Coolidge menacingly beckons Doc back into the ring as he snatches a mic from a stagehand.
Coolidge: Well, well, well, what do we have here? What’s up, Green? Can’t hold your nerve when someone comes out to make good on the promise they made last week, huh?
Coolidge:
Should never have thought you could deal with confrontation well to be honest. Did you see that look I put on your face when you thought you didn’t have someone bigger than you backing you up?
Doc climbs onto the apron and motions to Everrett to not get back in with him.
Doc: What’s your problem, mate? People like you make me laugh. You want to go around giving it the big-I-am because you’ve got wrestling heritage, yet you bottled it when you faced me one on one, then you did it again against Ant last week.
Doc steps through the ropes and Coolidge immediately goes to get in his face, but Doc refuses to back down, instead standing tall and staring through the larger man’s piercing eyes.
Coolidge: Aww, damn, and I thought we were friends. You’re nothing to me, Doc, nothing personal anyway. I see you as an opportunity for the taking.
Coolidge:
A lamb ready to be drawn to the slaughter. Without your tag team partner, you’re useless. You’re directionless.
Doc: I have nothing to prove to you. I don’t need to fight you again, you prick.
Coolidge (Laughing): Oh, then why are you so angry all of a sudden? You come out here claiming to be the next big thing yet to me you sound like another pair of overhyped, overconfident rookies ready to snap so I can revel in my victory and you fall in the long line as the next couple of manchildren who really thought that they could fly before they can walk.
At this point, Everrett has heard enough. He steps up onto the apron to support his friend.
Everett: Nice one mate, we’ll see how well that one works-
Coolidge: You’re lucky I don’t put you down where you stand right now, rookie.
Everrett steps through the ropes and stands beside Doc.
Doc: Oh, so you’re really trying to scrap us that badly. I’ll tell you what mate, if you can make it happen backstage, which I’m sure you can with a bit of daddy’s influence-
Coolidge shoves Doc towards the ropes and strides forward furiously, Everrett steps in to block off Coolidge and stop Doc from retaliating.
Coolidge: What I say about my pops, huh?
Doc: Not so nice when someone’s giving it back, is it? You’ve got some good hustle, mate, and now you have our attention. So I’ll tell you what, providing you can find yourself a partner, we’ll face you one more time. But if we win, as far as we’re concerned, we have nothing left to prove to you.
Coolidge: Be careful what you wish for, Doc. Because when I get you one on one, I’m going to end you, tap, nap, or snap style.
Coolidge arrogantly makes his way out of the ring, exchanging inaudible words with Doc as his music plays and the camera cuts back to the commentary table.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Looks like Coolidge wants one more round!
These Rookies don't know what they have started!
A large van is shown in a parking area. The camera quietly pans by it, observing it’s somehow familiar look. The grill on the front has small pieces of a kind of orange debris stuck inside, absent from the rest of the van.
The van is completely gold with tinted windows… The camera suddenly comes to a halt when the door opens.
Two boots are seen drop down and in a dramatic fashion, the door closes. The camera doesn’t yet pan up… but the boots can be seen slowly walking to the front of the van.
???: That good. Very good boy.
As the camera finally pans up, Light Heavyweight Champion Drago Cesar is holding a large bag in one hand and patting the van’s front softly with the other. Drago unzips the bag and reaches in, but is interrupted by shouting.
Quartz: DRAGO CESAR!
Drago holds his position, peering his head over to see the source of the noise. Hastily approaching with his Riot Tag Team championship is Ijitu Quartz, not with his usual TTT posse, but instead alone.
Drago: Can I help you?
Quartz: It’s about time you showed up. I’ve been… Wait.
Drago looks around to see if anyone else is near, assumedly checking for a TTT ambush, when he finds nothing… he stands still with his hand still inside the bag.
Quartz: Did you just call your van a “very good boy”? Is that what I just heard?
Drago: What you talking about?
Drago digs his hand inside the bag as the car window in front of him starts to lower. Quartz begins snapping his fingers in front of Cesar arrogantly.
Quartz: You’re out of your mind, Drago. All those stories that Spider told…..I can’t believe they’re true!
Drago stares at Quartz for a few seconds before he responds.
Drago: ...And you were never in your mind to start with. Which one are you today? Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde?
Drago removes what looks to be a large piece of meat from his bag and puts it in the car.
Quartz grits his teeth at the comment and approaches closer to Drago, removing his PRISTINE SUNGLASSES.
Quartz: … I’m Ijitu Quartz, gah’ dammit.
Drago Cesar scoffs at the comment and looks back at Quartz with a grin on his face.
Drago: … and I Drago. So?
Quartz: So!? What do you mean, ‘so?’?!
Drago: You yell your name more than Bubba snore at night. You shout this and that so people know your face… but people not stupid. People know you just looking for attention to feel good about yourself.
Quartz stands stunned at the deduction made by the Light Heavyweight Champion. Drago continues to dig through his bag and speak calmly to his RIOT 518 and Devil’s Night opponent.
Drago: You need just have fun like me and Mugen. We not worry about other people’s opinion. My match fun and your match stressful, am I right?
Quartz: I’m not---
Drago zips the bag back up and turns to face Quartz with his large duffel bag on his shoulder. He opens one of the other van doors to reveal Bubba sitting there, eating his dinner. He burps and then accompanies Drago.
Drago: You really think I would feed van with carrot? I may be from another country, but I’m not stupid.
Bubba grunts. Quartz looks at Bubba and back to Drago, now more confused than ever.
Quartz: What? But how?
Drago: You say you are so great, but just make mistake trying to prove it.
Drago: Not to me and not to crowd… but to you.
Drago: I calm because I know I just try my best and everything works out. I’m don’t really have anything to prove.
Quartz snaps back at the comment.
Quartz: That is CRAP!
Drago laughs and walks besides Quartz, heading into the arena.
Drago: Crap is what Trash have been feeding you.
Quartz: You’re the Light Heavyweight Champion! You’re the top dog! You’re the Best In The World!
Drago turns back to the enraged Tag Team Champion, shaking with anger near the van.
Drago: Some people say things, but I not ‘best in the world.’
Drago: I Drago.
Drago: See you in the ring, Mr. Hyde!
Cesar smiles and walks off, leaving Quartz alone in the parking area.
The camera pans to the announce team.
This one is gonna be epic!
I can feel it!
Cort’s walking around backstage, looking jumpy. His head swivels left and right, looking for rogue Shepherds. Suddenly, he’s surprised by a voice.
???: Cort!
He whips around, bat at the ready. It’s not his ex-tag partner, though, it’s just perennial do-gooder and 5-foot-something sensation, Valkyrie.
Valkyrie: Whoah, something I say?
Cort lowers the bat.
Cort: Sorry. On edge.
Valkyrie: I can see that… I know how it feels.
Cort: Yeah, I guess you do.
Valkyrie: I just want to warn you: don’t go too far.
Cort: Too far!? He attacked me, from behind, TWICE! And stole my title! I could throw him into the trash compactor with Han and Chewie and it would be good and fair!
She shakes her head.
Valkyrie: I know well enough that stooping to their level will only hurt you. Do what you have to do, but don’t lose yourself.
Valkyrie: You just learned the #1 lesson of OCW: trust no one. But there's something else you should know
Valkyrie: Plenty of people have been trying to bring out the evil side of me, some because they desperately wanted to be me but realized the ultimately couldn't, others out of spite
Valkyrie: But at the end of the day, where the flip are they now? I don't see them around here anymore.
Valkyrie: I get it, sometimes it's hard to keep emotions in check but that's what exactly what they want you to do: they want you to snap, to lose control.
Cort: Maybe you’re right. Thanks, Valk.
She nods.
Valkyrie: Still kick his ass though.
Cort laughs.
Cort: Of course! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to make it to my interview.
Valkyrie: Likewise.
They part amicably, though Cort is still looking a bit shifty...
