Ashley Moore watches the Tables match between Valkyrie and Terra in the backstage area.
Ashley Moore: This match is perfect. However it ends I will win.
Ashley Moore: If Valkyrie wins, I can use that to turn Terra against her and if she loses … well she loses and we will see us again in the infirmary.
But then she sees Valkyrie refusing to put her friend Terra through a table and leaving the arena.
Ashley Moore: What is she doing, she is ruining my plans.
Ashley Moore: But you must not abandon ...
She runs as fast as she can, which is not very fast because of her heels, to Our Hero’s office. She then slows down and enters the room walking normally.
He is sitting at his desk doing stuff while the TV on the wall shows the ongoing show which is in a commercial break at the moment.
Ashley Moore: Excuse me, boss. Have you watched the opening match?
Our Hero: Yea great match, spirit of competition and all that jazz.
Ashley Moore: Uhhhhhhh, Boss.......Valkyrie refused to fight. Valkyrie walked out of the ring as a form of protest against FAME...
Ashley Moore: And I don’t think that is allowed here, isn’t it?
Our Hero: Daughter of a bitch will....pay.......
Ashley Moore: She has to be suspended! Or even better, she has to be fired! That's right!
Ashley Moore: Valkyrie is a danger for this company. Her attitude, her work ethic… everything is wrong with her. OCW will be a better place without her.
Our Hero: WHERE IS SHE?
Ashley Moore: She betrayed our fans who paid a lot of money to see this match tonight.
Ashley Moore: I think she will try to get away here as fast as possible to avoid direct consequences.
Ashley Moore: Her motorbike is in the parking lot, but she might try to escape another way!
Our Hero: Nobody F***S WITH MY GOOD NATURE!
He gets up and runs past Ashley Shouting for VALKYRIE.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Uh Oh!
JESUS!
The Camera Pans To The Ramp
The OCW crowd is very confused at the new-look Quartz inside the OCW Riot ring. He stands dead in the center of the ring, staring off into what looks like nothingness. Quartz slowly removes his 10-gallon hat and his mouth falls open slightly. His eyes are full of hatred.
Quartz gently places his hat on the corner and looks down at ringside, letting out a face crunching sniffle and taking a few steps over, his tag team championship still attached firmly around his waist.
Quartz takes a microphone from a reluctant ring hand. The usual piss and vinegar spewed from Quartz is now subdued. He takes one last look around the crowd gathered inside the OCW ring and reluctantly raises the mic to his face.
Cowboy Quartz: ... Howdy, ya'll?
Immediately, the crowd erupts in mocking and laughter. Quartz looks up the stage ramp, seemingly staring a hole through all of the walls directly at the command center.
Quartz: Now...
Quartz stutters, trying to get out the words he needs to in order to keep his place in OCW.
Quartz: Now I reckon I got some fessin' up to do.
He winces as the words come out of his mouth, seeming to resist vomiting.
Quartz: I reckon I should apologize for comin' out here on dat there show last week and disruptin' Doc Green's hoedown.
Quartz blinks several times and lowers the mic, taking another look around at the crowd who hold a combination of confusion and laughter. He lifts his head and his brow furrows, he begins breathing very heavily and shaking with rage. He lifts the mic back up to his face once more.
Quartz: CON' SARNIT! I apologize for nothin', ya' here?! That gash darn British sum bitch wanna come over here and act like he got some kinna ownership on this here title?
Quartz eyes gloss over, seemingly filling with tears as he continues on his impassioned outburst in his terrible western accent.
Quartz: Them there Uncrowned have NO rights to a thing. Johnny Cash once said "God's gunna cut you down", but lemme tell you sumthin' Uncrowned...
Quartz: This here title belt ain't... goin'... NO... place. I'm a gonna hold this championship belt until you kill me. Whether it be Certified Greatness... Road To Glory... Wrestlution... I ain't got a care in the world, ya' hear!?
Quartz: I'll tell ya', in this instance, ain't no god gonna cut ya' down and ain't no god gonna be able to save ya' if you cain't getchur nose out CQC's business! I WILL CUT YOU DOWN... I AM THE GREAT ONE. I AM IJITU QUARTZ, GAH'....
Quartz struggles through the end of the sentence, trying to get his point across in his assigned "character". He looks over at his 10-gallon hat, perched on the turnbuckle and sighs, calming himself.
Quartz: I'm Ijitu Quartz, gosh darnit...
His lip quivering in embarrassment, he throws the mic on the ground, the static from the slam echoing throughout the arena. He quickly grabs his hat, carrying it at his side. He slides out of the ring and hastily makes his way up the ramp, keeping his head down the entire way.
The camera pans to the announce team.
HAHAHAHAA!
How can you find this amusing? You are a monster!
TELOS vs RYU MATSUMOTO
The camera pans to the announce team.
OUTTA NOWHERE!
Slick!
The scene opens on the backstage hallways, the camera panning to the side to reveal the One Man Revolution and current Pride Champion of OCW, Bobby Minio, walking alone, his Pride title hanging over his right shoulder with his right hand holding it across the face.
As he approaches a locker room he stops in his tracks, his eyes locking shut as he forces himself to inhale a deep breath. After exhaling, he leans forward on the ball of his feet and peers into the room.
He sighs deeply with relief when he sees that the table against the wall is not covered in stacks of replica Pride Championship titles, and he pats the face of the title as he moves into the room.
Bobby Minio: Finally. Time to get some work done.
He sits down in a folding chair in front of a television, reaching forward and pressing play on a remote. Footage from the recent tag match between Inception and Fame is playing and Minio appears to be taking notes.
Initially it’s hard to tell specifically what he is watching but after a few seconds it becomes clear that he is fast forwarding through portions of the match where Pugh is in action, instead focusing on the moments where Dupree is in the ring.
Something seems to dawn on Minio, and as he begins to rewind the match to double check something, there is a knock on the door frame to the locker room.
Bobby Minio: I’m busy.
OCW Staff Member: Well, you will be.
A look of horror sprints across Minio’s face as he turns to see the OCW Staff Member standing in the doorway, a rubber bin in his hands. Minio stands up and begins to protest.
Bobby Minio: No no no, no more. I’ve signed enough Pride Championship titles for a lifetime. There’s no way they’re going to be able to move that many of these things-
OCW Staff Member: It’s not Pride Championship replicas.
Bobby Minio: Oh, that’s a relie-
OCW Staff Member: These are Pride Champion Bobby Minio limited edition t-shirts.
Bobby Minio: Mother fu-... Wait, limited edition? How many are running in this limited edition?
The staff member sets the bin down on the table, setting out a box of sharpees as he begins to do math in his head.
OCW Staff Member: Not that many, uhh, roughly two thousand.
Bobby Minio: Not that many… Listen, level with me. Do they specifically send you in here with the mission of screwing with me?
There is a brief pause as the Staff Member stares at Minio, he finally looks to the side and replies.
OCW Staff Member: It’s encouraged, yes.
Within a split second, Minio moves, closing the distance between the Staff Member and himself. He has a handful of the man’s shirt in a death grip as he pulls him in close, a look baked in hatred across Minio’s face.
Bobby Minio: Well let me show you what I’m encouraged to do right this second…
The Staff Member, clearly intimidated, stutters out a reply.
OCW Staff Member: H-... Hold that t-though.
Minio turns to look towards the doorway as more OCW Staff move through, each carrying a bin of the limited edition t-shirts. The fury on Minio’s face melts, leaving only a look of incredulity.
He is searching himself for something to say when another member of the OCW Staff rounds the corner into the room, pushing a cart with more bins.
The initial Staffer pulls his way from Minio’s grip, brushing himself off as he walks through the doorway, followed by the rest of the crew.
OCW Staff Member: Sorry, I forgot about the 8x10 glossy’s that will be paired up with the t-shirts in the special “Pride Champion Bobby Minio” fan bags. Oh, they wanted me to ask that you get that done before you leave tonight. No rush though!
As quickly as they had all arrived, the crew have emptied from the room, leaving only Minio and an insurmountable amount of t-shirts, 8x10s and sharpees.
He turns away from the door, walking over to the bins, flipping their lids open and looking at the shirts and pictures, his face locked in disbelief. His face begins to boil over, frustration, impotent rage, resentment, all stirring together into a dangerous brew.
As seconds pass, his eyes gloss over, his facial expression resetting to a sort of resigned blankness. He turns a bin on its side, dumping a pile of t-shirts onto the table before dragging the chair to the table. With a huff, he drops his weight onto the chair, leaning forward and opening the box of sharpees in quiet defeat. The camera pans around at the stacks of bins as the scene cuts to the ring side area.
The camera pans to the announce team.
YEEAA!!
BOOOO!
The Clark Effect’s set is ready for today's guest, Alyssa Winters.
Stacy Clark: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Twitch sensation, Alyssandra “Alyssa” Winters.
Alyssa: Mmmph.
Stacy Clark: Alyssa, the fans are…
Alyssa: It's Miss Winters.
Stacy Clark: I apologize. Miss Winters, the fans are wondering what are your next steps in your OCW career.
Alyssa: Well, Our Hero has tasked me to promote our official videogame, OCW 2K19 because apparently you idiots are not buying enough copies and you'd rather waste your money in microtransactions on Call of Shootout.
Alyssa: Here's a chart that shows what games the no life 30 years old virgins basement dwellers are currently playing.
Alyssa: Wild West Redemption 2? Are you kidding me? That's the worst videogame of all times. You are forced to play as this white, misogynist, sexist pig from Murica.
Alyssa: I'm a girl and I play videogames. This makes me a motherfudging GODDESS among you nerds. And I deserve to play as a female character, not as this trashy American.
Stacy: Some may say a female outlaw would've been historically inaccurate...
Alyssa: I don't care! Next up it's everyone's favourite battle royale game, Russian Hackers’ Battlezones.
Alyssa: The name itself says it all! This game is filled with hackers that will one shot you from across the map. You can be as skilled as you want, as swaggy as you want but you will still lose everytime against them.
Alyssa: The remastered of Persistent Devil 2? Give me a break. Stop living in the past you virgins! It's 2019, not 1998. Nobody cares about this stupid horror game. All we want is online shooters and microtransactions!
Stacy: That's a fair point, I love microtransactions
Alyssa: Right? Everyone does.
Alyssa: And what about Grand Theft Gondola: Venice? We have had enough of these open world games with a deep and mature story… nobody cares about character development in video games. I just want to shoot some dudes and unlock some fancy skins for my character! Is it too much to ask?
Alyssa: All I'm saying is that you stupid nerds should stop buying this useless games and get the only game that matters instead! That's right! OCW 2K19!
Alyssa: You can get the standard edition for 69.99$
Alyssa: Or you can get the SMDFTB edition with exclusive access to Our Hero as playable character for only 99.99$
Alyssa: And did you are a true believer… you can get the Kasstianity Edition with the exclusive Kasstianity attire for both Kassidy Hayes and Valkyrie. A dream come true for all y’all fan fiction writers.
Alyssa: You heard me, you dumb ass basement dwellers! Get your mother’s credit card and go buy OCW 2K19 right now!
The episodes ends with the OCW2K19 trailer being shown
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a shill!
It's called advertising!
The Camera Pans To The X-Tron
Somewhere in Rhode Island....
A crowd of about 4,000-5,000 shouts and cheers inside a very small venue. Many sit at fanciful tables.
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
Sing
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul and uh
How much for your soul and uh
The camera shakily enters view to see Tayy Breizee performing on stage. His face... looks different than usual. The usual joyous, excited look has turned to something different.
As the song he's performing ends, he throws a hand up and a reluctant smile at those in attendance. Tayy turns his cap forward and ducks off stage. The DJ puts an exclamation on his performance by shouting him out as "OCW Star Tayy Breizee!"
As Tayy walks down the stage stairs, the camera approaches with a local reporter.
Reporter: Tayy! Tayy! One moment!
Tayy waves off his PR people and waves the reporter through, as he's the only one there with a camera man. He reaches his hand out and daps up the reporter, who looks confused at the warm welcome.
Tayy: Ayeee, what's good, my guy?
Reporter: Tayy Breizee, great show, I have to say.
Tayy: ...It was alright, I guess.
Reporter: Tayy, I don't want to be that guy, but many an OCW pundit want to know what's next for you!
Tayy turns his head and looks away from the camera disappointingly. He adjusts his cap and lets out a deep exhale.
Reporter: You're still officially under contract with OCW and you just recently put Dennis Dillinger out of the company... A lot of us are interested what is next in the Tayy Breizee saga!
Tayy: I've tried my best man. I've given it all I got every single night I got out there... I know my Tayyficionados do the same, too... Just like they do tonight... But these crowds? They just smaller... than they used to be, man.
Tayy: I dunno. I just thought all this would be better, man. I dunno...
Reporter: Do you have any plans going forward with OCW? Will you let your contract expire?
Tayy: You know? I thought taking out that rat Dillinger would make me feel better, ya' know? But it didn't... It really didn't. I'm as down now as I ever been, man. I don't know what to tell ya'll. I don't.
Tayy: I've never been happier than I am performing for these crowds night in and night out. I can't express my appreciation enough.
Tayy looks away from the camera, seeming to try and find the right words.
Tayy: I thought this part of my career would be bigger. I thought I'd be the one on the biggest stage, drawing crowds. It just hasn't happened.
Tayy: Ya'll don't think I see these numbers. We're human, bro. We're all people, ya' know? We see these things ya'll saying on social media.
Tayy: ... I dunno. I love every single one of these people that came out to see me tonight. I love every single person that buys a ticket to Riot every Tuesday. I just can't get ridda this feeling. It's not a great feeling.
The reporter takes a quick look at his cameraman before landing on one final question.
Reporter: Are we going to see Tayy Breizee on RIOT this week?
Tayy, searching for some solace... some sentence that will inspire... cannot find the words. He shakes his head after a few moments and nods at his people to follow him off the side into the back room.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Cool!
Psh!
TRE GOLDEN & A.C. COBRA
vs
INCEPTION
The camera pans to the announce team.
POWER!
YES!
As Riot rolls on we catch up with OCW World Heavyweight Champion Paul Pugh who is sitting behind a desk, eyes focused on the production for the evening.
He’s not competing tonight, so he’s wearing white three-piece suit and a pink shirt. The whole outfit is set off by the white tie - knotted in a pristine double Windsor style - the choice of Champions indeed. He’s loudly chewing gum, with his feet resting on the desk in front of him.
He scratches his nose and turns to his left where superstar interviewer Stacy Clark has arrived for a scoop. She’s more cautious than usual as she’s already seen the power that Fame has been wielding in recent weeks. They make eye contact with one and other and the World Champion nods at her - signalling he’s good to talk.
She quickly looks around the room for a suitable backdrop and settles on the display case housing the World Heavyweight Championship Belt.
Pugh nods again and hops to his feet, spitting his gum into the air and slapping it across the room - sadly into the hair of an innocent member of the OCW production crew.
Shock cuts the face of the poor woman as she realises something has hit her head. She places her hand onto her scalp and immediately begins to scream.
The camera pans to face her and we catch Nate Ortiz in the background, clearly disturbed by the loudness of this dumb idiot’s screaming.
He shakes his head in her direction before waving a finger in the direction of an unknown figure. Without a moment’s hesitation, a member of security arrives and scoops her up and out of the room.
Pugh: Can we do this now?
A flustered Stacy nods in the direction of the cameraman as he quickly sets up the shot.
Stacy: Paul last week we saw what seemed to be H2O collecting a win over Fame in your first official match as a tea…
Pugh: Let me stop you there. We’re not a team. We are a contingent of the most powerful men in OCW. Continue…
Stacy: ...sorry… as a contingent.
Pugh: ...let me stop you again Stacy. We’re not a contingent. We’re a collective.
Stacy: ...a coll….
Pugh: Let me stop you there Stacy. You said we lost? Do you have evidence of this?
Stacy: I mean… it was obvious to the people watching…
Pugh: LET. ME. STOP. YOU. STACY.
Through gritted teeth, he continues
Pugh: Nate. Did you see us lose last week?
Nate looks over in the direction of the two and removes his headset. He stares at them thoughtfully for a moment before shaking his head with a raised eyebrow - almost as if Stacy is wasting his precious time. He then spins back around in his chair - placing the headset back on and saying something inaudible to the production truck.
Almost as soon as he finishes speaking, last week’s Main Event ending plays on the screen near him. Pugh immediately begins to point as the “technical difficulties” screen pops up.
Pugh: See Stacy… the show went off the air. How can you lose a match if the referee doesn’t count to three?
Stacy: ...and what do you say to those who claim that you took advantage of the seven-second production delay on all OCW Live broadcasts?
Pugh raises an eyebrow of his own
Pugh: I’d tell them to keep their dumb bitch opinions to themselves STACY. If whoever was running the show decided to knock the show off the air so that their World Champion was not on the losing end of a match against two rookies… then that’s their prerogative.
Pugh:
As you clearly saw in that video footage Stacy, I was not in any state to take part in any sort of conspiracy. If anybody has a problem with that, then they’re more than welcome to discuss it with me. Would you like to discuss it Stacy?
Stacy: I mean…
Pugh: ...and before you say anything. Can I remind you what happened to that writer last week? What happened to Quartz earlier tonight?
Pugh:
Don’t test me Stacy. We’ve known each other a long time and it’d be a shame if we were no longer co-workers… You got it?
She takes a deep breath and then nods
Pugh: Excellent. Cameraman - get a good shot of my Title Belt. Notice how its made of solid Gold and leather instead of electrical tape and plastic? This is a new era Stacy… enjoy it. I fucking will…
He turns to Nate
Pugh: I can say that right?
Nate drops his head with a long sigh as the scene fades
