The scene opens to a small Barbershop in Harlem, as the camera grows close you can see “slims shop” on the window, the camera enters the shop and posters of different athletes are scattered all over the wall with autographs on each, the camera keeps scanning the wall and stops on a picture of Tre Golden with the OCW Hardcore Chanpionship draped over his shoulder.
The camera then continues to scan and atops on large man in a barbers chair, that man is the actual Tre Golden, currently having his hair rebaided by a chubby black woman with bright blue streaked box braids.
Every so often she pats her head and pops the gum she’s chewing like a horse. Across from Tre sits an old black man with huge glasses, grey hair hidden under a fedora and a big grey beard.
Old Man: Nice to see you finally back in town Mr Golden. Thought we lost you for good.
Golden: Not a chance, I had some demons to take care of, some injures to recroup from and family matters to deal with.
Golden: But now I’m back, to take my lumps and deal more out tenfold. All with a Golden smile
Golden flashes his pearly whites. His face gets immediately serious.
Old Man: don’t have a plan of attack?
Golden: get to get my Fro back. And to get that I need the Pride Championship
Old Man: Isn’t that held by that uppity negro, the only always talking about the big bad wolf and the three pigs or something like that?
Golden(laughing): Something like that old timer, but yeah that guy.
Golden raises his fists, and leans forward in the chair, the chubby woman I clearly annoyed and readjusts to finish Golden’s hair.
Golden: I have work to do, I have to prove management and the fans that I deserve that match, and let me tell you with full confidence, I am a man on a mission and will get my Fro and my Soul back.
Golden leans back into the chair, and the chubby woman sucks her teeth.
Golden: Or Fail Horribly… but always putting my all into each and every match.
An inspired look forms on Golden’s face
Golden: If I do that I can always hold my head high and teach kids that come from places like this……
Golden looks out on to the city street as he stands up from the chair, the chubby woman stretches her arm out waiting for her payment, Golden is oblivious though and turns back to the old man.
Golden: That even if they make mistakes after mistakes like me, there is always redemption.
The chubby lady is still waiting for the payment arm outstretched and her eyes rolling, she pops her gum in annoyance bring Golden back to reality.
Golden: My bad Lafawnda! You got places to be? Damn I was talking.
He pulls out his marvel comics wallet and hand her a few crisp bills. She gives him one last eye roll and gum pop, Golden turns back to the old man.
Golden: You take it easy old timer, I’ll see you soon, keep a close eye on OCW and like always.
Golden: Stay Golden.
The camera follows Golden out of the barbershop and on to the street, he stops and signs autographs for a few young kids. When he finishes he walks out of frame of the camera and the scene fades to black.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Looks like Tre has his eyes set on a prize!
Well his ass needs to get to the back of the line!
The XTron Flickers On!
The camera slowly pans in to find the lovely Stacy Clark standing backstage with a microphone. She smiles into the camera and nods, signalling the start of the segment.
Stacy: Welcome, OCW Universe…!
Stacy: ...to The Clark Effect!
The crowd roars at the signal, adoring Stacy Clark as she slowly turns her head towards a tall figure, standing with his hands on his lapels.
Dennis Dillinger grins and rolls his eyes as the crowd’s tone shifts to boos the second he enters eyesight.
Stacy: Tonight, my guest is the always tantalizing talent agent Dennis Dillinger!...
Dillinger jerks at his jacket lapels and directs his lips in a puckered, sarcastic frown, trying to resist showing anger.
Stacy: ...and he’s not alone, ladies and gentlemen… Joining us tonight as well is OCW powerhouse Telos!
The camera pans further to the left as Telos steps into frame, slightly jarring Dillinger, who awkwardly steps to the side, sharing the spotlight with his client.
Stacy: Thank you for coming tonight, gentlemen.
Dillinger steps up closer to the camera and takes in a big breath before responding.
Dillinger: Thank you for having us, Stacy. Might I say you’re looking ra--
Stacy, recognizing the sleazy compliment, quickly cuts off the greasy agent and continues with her introductions.
Stacy: The two of you have certainly been the source of much intrigue over the past few weeks, with the return of Tayy Breizee sparking questions about your future in OCW.
Dillinger steps forward to speak before Telos bumps him to the side to answer the question himself…
Telos: Tayy Breizee is nothing more than an annoying stone that I’ll be stepping on… on my way to winning the OCW Pride Championship.
Stacy is taken aback by the proclamation.
Stacy: The Pride Championship?
Dillinger: That’s right, Stace.
Stacy: ...Don’t call me that.
Ignoring her, Dillinger continues with his thought.
Dillinger: You’re looking at the future of the industry right here.
The capitalist goon throws a sausage finger up at Telos, who stands arrogantly… staring up and away from the other two, almost as if he was posing.
Dillinger: I’m about as concerned for Tayy Breizee as I am concerned that that clown Kurt Moreshall is going to defeat Christian Shepard.
Stacy: You mean Cort Marshall?
Dillinger laughs and rolls his eyes. He throws his hands up, stepping back to allow Telos to speak.
Telos: I’ve beaten Cort Marshall officially and unofficially in that ring… and if he was cleared to compete? I’d beat him again.
Telos: There’s no reason why TELOS isn’t in the Pride Championship picture. It’s been made clear that Cort Marshall doesn’t belong.
Stacy takes a small breath and shakes her head in astonishment.
Stacy: Strong words. Well we now know that Tayy Breizee has been booked in a singles match against Pride Champion Christian Shepard next week at Riot 520. Care to comment?
Dillinger again steps forward, fielding the question himself.
Dillinger: In short, Stace…. No. There’s no need to comment on a nobody like Tayy Breizee…
Dillinger becomes nervous and quickly snaps into character, looking into the camera and making a sales pitch.
Dillinger: Uhh. Erh, that is to say… Uhm… That Tayy Breizee as he is today is a NOBODY… Don’t forget to purchase the latest album Tayy Wayy on hootify, iTunes and wherever you get your music!
Telos rolls his eyes and pushes his manager out of the way.
Telos: Tayy? I can tell you one thing… If Shepard doesn’t give you the treatment he gave Cort at Devil’s Night… be sure that I will.
Telos creeps up to the camera, holding in front of his face.
Telos: … and this time, I won’t let up. I’ll make sure you’re finished for GOOD. Your endgame is near, Taylor.
Telos throws the camera aside after making his proclamation. Dillinger can be heard shouting off-mic about his screen time. As the camera is picked back up, we see Dillinger chasing his client down the hall.
Stacy: The Clark Effect never ceases to surprise, OCW Universe! Let’s get it back out to Scaggs and Poling at ringside!
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a slimeball!
OR TRUTH TELLER!! EH!
ANTONIO EVERETT vs K.D ANGELO
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a match!
You aren't lying!
Recorded Earlier!
We turn over to the scene of a high school gym, where several teenagers are lining the walls of the gym, looking fairly excited. The camera pans over to the center of the gym, where a large rope is on the floor.
The camera pans over to reveal the OCW Women’s Champion, Dragana and Ashley Blaine standing face to face with each other. Dragana is flanked by her trusty manager Johnny Law. Blaine lets out a slight smile.
Blaine: How’s your head?
Dragana rubs the back of her head and sighs.
Blaine: So why have you brought me here?
Johnny: You did what you did in the bar the other night and almost gave my friend here a concussion.
Blaine: Not my fault she can’t handle the liquor.
Johnny: So since you want to see who really is the strongest in the women’s division, I’ve set up a decathlon over the next couple of weeks; five events to prove your strength. Just five.
Blaine: What? A decathlon? I have a bar to run. I can’t be playing games. Are you serious?
Dragana nods.
Johnny: Do you accept?
The Silent Queen holds her hand out for a handshake. Blaine looks down at her hand.
Blaine: Fine, but if I win...the title is mine. Do you accept?
Dragana glares.
Blaine grabs Dragana’s hand and shakes it, her grip like a vice squeezing on Dragana’s hand. She finally releases her grip and Dragana clutches her hand in pain.
Dragana: Argh….
Blaine meanwhile refuses to acknowledge the immense strength of Dragana.
Johnny: Wonderful. KIDS! Bring forth the first challenge!
The students watching all begin to run about, bleachers are being set up, doors closed and a few students begin to set up bright orange cones throughout the gym. An announcement goes out through the loud speaker.
Student voice: Alright, ladies and gentlemen, here we are for the first event dubbed by yours truly as the Battle of the Bitches. One on one, women vs. women. The Gender Brutal Superstar vs. The Queen Hunteress. For those of who will be in attendance, please file safely around the orange cones, your safety is not guaranteed!
Doors on both sides of the gym crashed open as young and old people alike cascaded into the room. The bleaches and floor space filled up quickly. Johnny had thrown on a referee striped shirt.
Johnny: Ladies, take your positions!
The crowd erupted in cheers as both women made their way to opposites sides of the long rope. Johnny is tossed a whistle from one of the students and he tries to blow it, but he remembers that he’s wearing a mask. He lifts his mask up and blows the whistle as both women grab each end of the rope.
Blaine looks to take control first with a decent lead. She pulls the rope ever so slightly close to her as the students start going nuts. Dragana’s shoes start sliding on the floor because of Blaine’s power, but she puts a foot down and stops Blaine’s momentum.
Yet the battle is far from over. Competing cheers and boos battle as Dragana makes progress with ranchous yells while Blaine is met with jeers and anger with every inch she takes.
Blaine: AHHHHHHHHHHH
Dragana: AHHHHHHHHHH
The rope returns to dead center as the hype builds to a fever pitch.
The only infuriates Blaine more and with a scream she pulls with all her might.
The rope snaps!
The force of the pull knocks Dragana to the ground. Blaine looks at the piece of rope she has and tosses it to the floor. The Women’s Champion gets to a seated position, looking at Johnny. He fumbles around with his whistle for a moment and blows it.
Johnny: We, uh…..have a draw!
The crowd jeers and Johnny shrugs. Dragana gets back to her feet and looks at Blaine yelling at a few of the students.
Blaine: You have NO RIGHT to talk about my body that way!
The Silent Queen walks up to the Gender Brutal Superstar with concern written on her face. Blaine shoves her away.
Blaine: You got lucky this time.
She storms off the gym while the students are still making fun of her as Dragana looks on. Johnny tries to settle down the teenagers by blowing his whistle again.
Johnny: Thank you one and all for coming, come show your support in the next event! Bye, have a beautiful time!!!
