Quartz and Rust Cohle deliver several chair shots to Doc Green before tossing them down. Buddy Burns rolls out of the ring and quickly up the ramp, avoiding the encounter.
As CQC continue to attack Doc Green with vicious stomps and attacks. Quartz stands on the 2nd rope and waves his hands in a circle.
Rust Cohle lifts Green by his face and starts shouting into his face.
Quartz leaps off the turnbuckle and slides out of the ring with Rust Cohle. He reaches over the barricade near where he entered by surprise to attack Doc Green and pulls out an old rope.
After fidgeting with it for a moment, He walks up the steel stairs and begins waving the rope in a circular motion above his head… Like a lasso.
Cowboy Quartz, now violently in “character” approaches Doc Green and begins to tie his hands behind his back and place him on to the top turnbuckle.
Before CQC can continue to “hogtie” the rookie, the crowd erupts as Antonio Everett comes flying down the stage ramp to save his best friend.
Cohle, who exited the ring to prepare the announce table for a hogtied Black Phoenix, doesn’t immediately notice the ruckus.
Everett slides into the ring and catches Quartz off guard with a huge jumping knee, and begins laying the shots into tag team champion. The two men go back and forth, delivering shot after shot until Ev secures the upper hand, and rams Quartz into the corner.
Cohle slides into the ring to help and runs at Everrett, but is caught in a cradle position. At this point, Doc Green has shaken off the cobwebs and with his hands still tied, uses his momentum to lift himself onto the 2nd turnbuckle.
Everrett flips Cohle into a powerbomb position and slowly backs into the corner near Doc Green…
With a sudden flash of incredible athleticism, Doc Green bounces off of the 2nd turnbuckle onto the top, then bounces again, shotgun dropkicking Cohle, who is slammed with a powerbomb in a massive ‘doomsday device’-like maneuver!
The fired up Uncrowned begin to celebrate… But Cowboy Quartz recovers and clotheslines both of them from behind, quickly rolling out of the ring with his tag team partner.
CQC quickly retreat to the ramp, and begin to yell obscenities towards the ring. As Everrett frees Green’s hands, Green responds in kind, but with a new-found intensity uncharacteristic of the rookie.
Antonio keeps quiet, but stares daggers into the champions, visibly breathing heavily as he does so. His cheeks begin to redden slightly as a small smirk emerges from his face; he begins making a championship belt motion around his waist.
The Uncrowned stand in the ring, no longer finding themselves laughing at CQC, but incensed at the attack. The Uncrowned theme begins to play as the tensions reach an all-time high in the rivalry between the rookies and the champions.
Stacy Clark is standing backstage standing in between K D’Angelo and his new tag team partner Tyson Wagner.
Stacy: Good evening! I’m here with Inception’s new tag te-
KD snatches the mic away from Stacy Clark.
Stacy: Excuse me!
Tyson moves Stacy aside with one arm and with relative ease. She slides away from the camera shot ending in with the two powerhouses standing alone.
KD: No time for questions, Stacy. From here on in anytime you see us, just know we’re about to handle business.
Cyborg: Just like we took care of business last week. For the first time teaming up, we pounded a Golden man into a little nugget and snapped the head off a Cobra.
KD: That’s right. A little warm up for things to come in the tag team division. Speaking of, tonight I’m facing off against an ol’ “friend” of yours.
Cyborg steps closer to KD and puts his hand on the mic as well. Tyson pulls it closer towards him as KD raises a brow.
Cyborg: I’m only friends with animals.
Tyson turns from the camera and towards KD.
Cyborg: ...and you KD are an animal! We match each others levels.
KD: Who we are and what we can do is something that this company needs!
Cyborg: ...and something that this company wants!.....AND tonight after your match, one half of the tag team champions is going to have to be laid out in ice.
KD: ….cause I told you, Inception isn’t gonna play nice.
KD mushes the camera hard, knocking the camera man to ground with a huge thud.
The camera falls to the ground laying to its side showing KD and Tyson stepping over the cameraman as the scene fades.
EXTREMEish RULES VALKYRIE vs AERITH
The camera pans to the announce team.
Well...
That's something....
Dragana is seen training in her Dojo. She suddenly receives a text message from an unlikely person. Lotus FloJo.
FloJo: Hello Dragana, how are you?
Dragana: ...
FloJo: So...Uhhh….This might sound weird but...You’re kinda in danger.
Dragana: :/
FloJo: See. There’s this thing called “The Midnight Channel”.
FloJo: It is said that if one would stare at the screen of a closed television, alone, at midnight during a heavy rain, one could see their soul mate. At the stroke of twelve, of course.
FloJo: But what I saw, was very horrific.
Dragana: ?
FloJo: I saw someone that looks like you, but horrible….And Ace was next to her taunting you.
FloJo: I need you to come with me.
Dragana sighs, shaking her head. She shrugs and sends FloJo an “ok” emoji.
FloJo: Great. I don’t know what she’s up to though.
FloJo: So met me at my house at around 11:45.
Dragana sends a thumbs up emoji in response.
FloJo: Bring your wrestling gear too.
Dragana packs her gear into her gym bag and sets off for the night.
The camera pans back to the arena as The Clark Effect’s set has been constructed. Stacy Clark herself is settled in her seat, looking out towards the crowd with a smile on her face. She rolls her wrists, lifting up the microphone as the crowd continues to cheer!
Stacy: Welcome one and all to...THE CLARK EFFECT! And we have a real special guest this time, a Rookie who has been making waves on Ambition, on Turmoil, and now on Riot. Give a warm welcome to one Alexander Thrace!!!
A smattering of cheers begins to cry out as Alexander Thrace raises up his arm, adjusting his ill fitting suit slightly. He appears genuinely uncomfortable, fidgeting with the sleeves of the suit before letting out a slight sigh as he picks up his microphone.
Stacy: Thrace, truly I’m so happy you could join us this evening.
Thrace: Thank you for having me, though I must say...I’m not normally one for wearing suits.
Stacy: Now, Thrace, despite the obvious strength and combat prowess you have shone, you haven’t really hit your stride here in OCW. You have a victory to your name, and you’ve put on some spectacular rookie matches and -
Thrace: Matches.
Stacy: I’m sorry?
Thrace: They aren’t rookie matches. Just like a match with Ryu isn’t a “Legendary” matchup. It’s a match. It’s combat. Regardless of the skill of the opponent, it’s still a matchup.
He lowers the microphone staring down at the ring itself before standing up, kicking the chair backwards and out of the ring as he heads to the ropes, leaning against it. Stacy moves to speak but he simply shoots her a look, silencing her as he looks back towards the audience.
Thrace: OCW is all about drawing up competition, letting the world see just what great stars it can produce. And I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve struggled a bit in that regard. I’ve been knocked down and staggered. Lesser superstars may have been...scared by the prospect of failure. I’m not. And no matter what anyone in the back says, I will never be scared of failure.
He lowers his microphone again, before reaching up and pulling the suit jacket off. He tosses it aside, revealing the battle worn body underneath it as he places his hand at the tattoo on the front.
Thrace: I am a born warrior. I was born under the guidance of the Ares, as all Spartans are. There are stars here in OCW that would rather play at being movie stars and actors than they would be at being wrestlers. People in OCW that want to use this ring as a stage to play pretend on. I don’t play at anything here. Every opponent I’ve faced off against can attest to how hard I hit, how much of a struggle it is to face me, and how difficult it is to put me down. And that won’t change. I’m nothing if not confident that I’m going to be the name everyone talks about here in OCW. For better or worse...I’m here to stay.
He rolls his shoulders back, raising up his arms as the crowd lets out a combination of cheers and boos. Stacy Clark confusedly scratches at her neck before lifting the mic back up.
Stacy: I’m sure that you’ll be that, really...but what makes you think that you’ll honestly succeed? I mean, you’ve lost most of your matches, and your not as eye catching as...lets say Drago or Wrex. What makes you think that OCW will be the place you succeed?
Thrace turns around, shaking his head as he walks to Stacy, getting directly in her face. He leans close, raising the mic to his lips.
Thrace: Let’s call it...Ambition.
With that he drops the mic, stepping out from the ring as the crowd continues their mixed reaction, his determined and calm walk bellying the anger in his eyes.
The scene opens in the medical room, a very familiar sight to the Uncrowned boys after a turbulent half a year in OCW.
Doc Green is sat up on a medical bed, bandaged all around his shoulder after a brutal assault from the tag team champions previously in the night.
Green: I’m coming out with you tonight, I don’t care if you have to wheel me out or you have to tie my hands behind my back and carry me down on horseback, I am going to be there to watch your back to make sure those twats don’t attack us again.
Everrett: Seriously mate, you really don’t have to.
Everrett: If those wastes of oxygen really want to try to interfere in my match tonight again I will beat both of their arses from one end of the arena to another, that’s if they’re even stupid enough to think about it after we kicked seven shades of shite out of them earlier.
The two laugh and fist bump.
Green: Look, there is no doubt in my mind whatsoever that you would not be able to send those lads packing again if they did want to try and get clever…
Green: BUT, I think we know these two well enough to know that they’re going to try and pull something drastic to get at us later, not after what happened last week with the cowboy thing and especially not after this week when we made them look like right dickheads.
Everrett: To be honest, I didn't think it was possible that Quartz could look like more like a nobhead after he started wearing that cowboy outfit.
Green: I’m just gonna be there to MAKE SURE that the OCW fans are not robbed of another show I know you can put on for them, not after Coolidge took out your arm so many months ago, and definitely not after they took us out at The Clash before our tag team title match.
Antonio looks up at Doc and smiles.
Everrett: Okay, I hear ya. But as soon as I get this W, we’re going after those titles again. There is NO WAY that these punks are gonna get away with what they’re trying to do to us.
Green: I like the sound of that, mate. We ain’t been raised to ever back down from a fight, especially not from an entitled French wanker and a goddamn cowboy.
The pair do their usual handshake and walk out of the medical room, Green slightly trailing behind due to a visible limp as a result of his injuries.
TRE GOLDEN vs ANTONIO EVERRETT
The camera pans to the announce team.
Sounds like the audio still hasn't been fixed!
Someone is gonna get fired!
The overall activity backstage has begun to slow down, the show is running along and most of the staff have either completed their tasks and are settling in to watch screens backstage or they are in their assigned area. Still, some foot traffic populates the hallways backstage, that traffic including the One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, his Pride Championship still belted to his waist as he pushes the now empty cart back through the hall. He stops at the Merch room again, opening the door and bringing the cart inside. As the door begins to shut by itself, one of the OCW staffers from earlier steps into the frame, catching the door before it shuts and moving inside, the camera flanking the man.
Inside the room, Minio is sort of shopping, searching along towers of boxes with a look of concentration on his face, examining the labels carefully and throwing certain qualifying boxes onto his cart.
OCW Staffer: Excuse me, Mr. Minio?
Minio does not turn around, he’s on a mission and he continues what he is doing as he replies.
Bobby Minio: Bobby, please. I’m not a teacher and I’m not your daddy, lets just keep it casual.
OCW Staffer: Alright, ‘Bobby’. What are you doing?
Bobby Minio: Oh you know me, just trying to be proactive. I figured, ‘Hey, why waste the good production guys time, I can just grab my assignments myself!’.
There is a brief pause as the staffer tries to recall if he was directed to bring any more busy work to Minio.
OCW Staffer: I’m sorry I don’t know if maybe I just forgot but what was this assignment for?
Bobby Minio: Ambition. I’m signing a bunch of merch to give to the rooks over there.
OCW Staffer: … Are you sure?
With this, Minio stops, turning to face the staffer head on.
Bobby Minio: Listen, kid. All I’ve been doing since I won this thing-
He smacks the face of the Pride Championship with an open palm.
Bobby Minio: Is signing merch to uh, commemorate my championship here. Now I get it, you’re busy, you’re running around merch booth to merch booth like someone cut your head off, but all I do all week is think about signing this stuff, I obsess over the job that’s been given to me, BUT, if it would make you feel more comfortable, feel free to ask someone higher up.
The staffer nods at Minio, reaching into his pocket and producing his cellphone.
OCW Staffer: Alright, I’ll ask-
Bobby Minio: I’m sure they’ll be absolutely thrilled that you have to ask about the tasks you were assigned to do today.
There is a moment of pause, the staffer staring at Minio, Minio shifting his weight on his hips as he settles in to standing here.
Bobby Minio: Hundreds of people all running around busy making sure everything goes off a hitch but really, I’m sure your superior would prefer that you ask them. AGAIN. Since you forgot the modest task which was your charge.
The staffer stares at Minio, frozen in inaction as he struggles to weigh his options. Minio dismissively waves a hand at the staffer.
Bobby Minio: Don’t worry, I’ll wait.
Another few seconds passes and the staffer has done the math. Frustration grows on his face before it melts into resignation.
OCW Staffer: Alright… alright go ahead. Go ahead and take the stuff.
Bobby Minio: Thanks bud, but hey next time, I’ll just let you fellas shuttle this crap around. Last time I step in to help lighten your workload…
Minio’s eyes widen sarcastically as he slips the slide remark in. He finishes stacking a few more boxes onto the cart, and walks back towards the door, the staffer opening it for him this time. Minio gives him a passing glance and a forced smile.
Bobby Minio: Time to go suck today’s dick!
The camera man moves out before Bobby, walking backwards and watching as Minio moves through the door. His smile rolls into a smirk as he moves outside of the staffer’s field of view, and he disappears again off the left frame. The camera holds on the staffer, his brow shifting as he still weighs the situation out. Finally, he reaches back into his pocket removing his cellphone again and begins dialing into his phone as the camera pans down, fading back to ring-side.
