The camera cuts to the parking lot, where the Uncrowned are stood preparing for their match. Antonio Everrett has his palms up, while Doc lays in the strikes into his hands.
Antonio: That’s right boy! Who’s sick and tired of getting changed in a car park already!?
Doc grunts and lays in a spinning back fist, missing Everrett’s palm and catching him in the jaw. Antonio stumbles back slightly, but gathers himself and chuckles.
Antonio: That’s what I like to see! Didn’t realise you hated car parks so much.
Doc: Mate, who actually enjoys dressing in car parks, our locker room is literally right there.
Doc points towards the backstage area. The pair’s suitcases are nowhere to be seen, since they arrived in their ring gear, electing to not change in the parking lot like last week.
Antonio: I guess you’re right actually. Hey, at least we sent those FAME pricks packing last week, we keep that performance up every week then we aren’t gonna have to get dressed at the hotel much longer. We red hot right now, gotta keep that momentum going.
Doc: Amen to that.
The pair share a fist bump.
Antonio: Turns out we’re in a handicap match tonight against Rust Cohle.
Doc stops warming up for a minute
Doc: Wait what? That doesn’t sound right.
Antonio: Seems like those old bastards want to make everyone pay, not just rookies.
Doc puts his head down, seemingly internally recalling when CQC took him out in a 2-on-1 handicap match on Turmoil.
Doc: You know what? I think it’s about time we gave that frog-licking twat what’s coming to him. But you better believe we’re going to send a message to FAME that they won’t forget soon in the process.
Antonio: I like the way you think, mate. What did you have in mind?
Doc: Don’t you worry yourself about that Ant; I’ve got a trick or two up my sleeve.
The Uncrowned boys do their usual handshake and the camera cuts away to the announce team.
QUEEN MAB vs ALYSSA WINTERS
*Previously recorded*
"Basic-Fit" Center. Manhattan. 6AM.
The Gym is empty. Sky is still dark as the lights of the room are turning on. As soon as the gym opens, Aisu and Zoé are ready to start their daily program. Aisu is on the phone.
Aisu: Damn, his phone is not on. He told me "don't you worry, I'll be there.". What is he doing ?
Zoe looks at Aisu funny.
Zoe: So Rusty told you "Don't you worry." and you still believed him, is that it? "Don't you worry" means "I forgot already" in his language. He's sleeping. For sure. Him and his idioTTT friends are probably still drunk. What a dumbass. Childish.
Aisu: Well whatever. He has a match tonight tho.. I worry about him.
Zoe: You are too naive Ais.
The two friends starts their training. After they are done, they sit on a bench, towels over their shoulders.
Aisu: How's your knee by the way ? You have another matchup on Turmoil this week.. I heard about Empress before, she hits hard. You better be focused..
Zoe stands up.
Zoe: It's fine. Yeah, I heard too, but I won't make the same mistakes twice. And I was thinking.. Would you accompany me to the Ring for the match ?
Zoe: I noticed that the OCW Universe is much more receptive when they see the guys instead of hearing or READING about them. That way, you can get noticed.
Aisu looks surprised and happily respond.
Aisu: I would love too! I just don't know how people will react..
Zoe:"DON'T YOU WORRY" Ais. It'll be just fine. And this one is for real.
The shot fades as she taps him on the shoulder while they laugh.
The scene opens to Tre golden taping his fist in an empty locker room, obviously lost in thought, most likely dwelling on his back to back DQ losses by outside interference. His current losing streak now doubt dwelling on the subdued Afro Warrior. Suddenly he begins shadowboxing staying light on his feet, he sprawls and reshoots on a grappling dummy propped in a corner and hits his exploder suplex with a kip up to add an exclamation.
Having worked up a good sweat, Golden throws on his sleeveless black t-shirt and heads out of the locker room and into the hallway, limping slightly, most likely the result of the low blow dealt by former World Champion, Kassidy Hayes.
Golden makes it about halfway down the hallway when he see his opponent for this night, Sgt. Cort Marshall.
Golden (jokingly): I thought I heard old bones creaking, and do I detect the presence of Bengay?
Cort: No, I self-medicate with two things: alcohol, and cholesterol.
Golden: Seriously though, I respect you man, you’re twelve years my elder, but you’ve been in that gym helping me get Cobretti in to shape and busting your ass in that ring, getting me back into fighting shape. No excuses and no breaks.
Cort: Hey, making fat kids cry was my job for years! I’m used to it! And I appreciate someone who doesn’t want to cheat to get ahead. He’s got the heart of a winner, just not the abdominals.
Golden: speaking of excuses… in this land we like to call OCW, were surrounded by scumbags, degenerates, vampires, and 20 something spoiled brats with the chest of a fourteen year old boy, you probably have every right to be disillusioned and cynical after the things you’ve seen and done, but you stay fighting the good fight and keep personifying what it means to be a real champion in the ring, and outside it.
Cort looks rather surprised at the compliments, but nods in appreciation.
Cort: You’re not so bad yourself. Might be on a bit of a down streak, but it happens to us all. Get the ring rust off and I’m sure you’ll be tappin’ out fools like nobody’s business. Just don’t let it get to your head!
Golden: I got a few fools on the short list I want to submit on the way to the Pride Championship, I know you’re trying to get her back. So i'm going to go out there and shed this ring rust and give you a hell of a fight … and I know you’ll do the same.
Cort: Of course. Swear on my dad’s Lincoln, if I see that psycho Hayes around here, I’ll give him one in the plums for both of us! But until then… to a fair fight.
Golden stretches his hand out for Cort to shake, which he quickly obilges with a solid firm grip. Behind the camera, you begin to hear someone clapping. Both Cort and Tre turn to see who it is. The camera pans around to see MAXWALE giving those two the apparent “standing ovation”. Cort and Tre both turn to face MAXWALE as his clap slows before speaking.
MAXWALE: Golly gee willikers guys. You two jablokes sound like you’re straight out of some 1950’s sitcom with some kid named “The Beaver”.
MAXWALE: (In a very mocking tone)”Well Tre, I respect the hell out of you” “No no Cort. I respect the hell out of you.” “Let go have a solid match and then we can ice our balls together.”
Before either of the men can respond, a fourth appears; AC Cobra walks in, looking at everyone else with that weird smug AC Cobra expression.
AC: Get a load of this Gamer...
MAXWALE: Look, you two and AC can do this continuous jerk circle all you want. The bottom line is not one of you can stand toe to toe with MAXWALE in that ring.
Cort: Really?
Cort scratches his chin.
Cort: Cause the last time we were in there one-on-one, I faintly recall beating you like a footballer’s wife.
MAXWALE: Check the record books Too Short Cort. There’s a check in the win column for MAXWALE.
Tre: Listen here Amber Rose, any time you want to be shown how a 3x NCAA champion slaps on a submission, you know where to find me.
MAXWALE: Tur… (Coughing)
MAXWALE has a bit of a coughing fit. He reaches in his back pocket and takes a sip from his water bottle.
MAXWALE: At what school Tre? Northern Roast Beef Tech? Maybe you would have see some competition if you didn’t take on St. Josephine's Sisters of the Poor week in and week out.
Golden: Cornell University homie, D1, Ivy League. Where you go to school again?
MAXWALE: A team that won more than 3 games this season. But I’m sure you’ve grown accustomed to that level of ineptitude.
AC:: *farts* Who did that?
The other three men look to AC, who shrugs.
MAXWALE: Who’s man is this?
MAXWALE waves a hand over his nose and walks offscreen.
Golden: Social cues homie, social cues… can’t take your ass nowhere.
Golden: See you out there Cort.
He turns back to Cobra.
Golden: You better go wipe your ass, you know you dookied on yourself.
The scene fades to black.
The scene opens in the parking lot.
There's a small crowd gathered around an impromptu wrestling ring, no more than 40-50 fans. They are wearing either Straight Outta Valhalla t-shirt or #DoItForValk t-shirts.
Valkyrie is standing in the middle of the ring.
Valkyrie: Since I'm suspended from Riot, I thought we could have our own show, here. In the parking lot.
Valkyrie: I need to explain my actions from last week.
Valkyrie: See… under this Straight Outta Valhalla t-shirt, there's a person. Her name is Sarah. Sarah is a human and as such, she feels emotions just like all of you here tonight.
Valkyrie: Last week I let my emotions take over me. I did something stupid, something that I deeply regret. I want to apologize.
Valkyrie: I don't want to apologize to Mr. Sensation, though. I want to apologize to you, my fans. You deserve better than that and I'm here tonight to make up for it.
Valkyrie: We have a ring, we have a wrestler… I'd say we can put on our own show! Who wants to fight me? Come on!
A 10 year old girl makes her way to the crowd and awkwardly gets inside the squared circle.
Kiddo: Valkyrie!
She runs towards her and jumps in her arms. Valkyrie catches her mid air and holds her tight, as if she was her mother.
Kiddo: I love you because you always pushing the boundaries. You are showing people that women's wrestling should be treated with the same respect as men's wrestling.
Kiddo:You main evented Ladies Night. You have been the first female Rookie to ever main event Riot. You are the reason why they don't call you Bombshells anymore…
Valkyrie: That's right. I'm a woman, not a bombshell.
Kiddo: Please, never change. You scared me last week. That wasn't the real Valkyrie. I want the real Valkyrie, the one who destroyed Kasstianity single handedly, the one who buried Showblitz one vs three.
Valkyrie's eyes are now watery.
Valkyrie: I'm sorry for everything I've done. I got pushed to the limit and I snapped.
The girl shows Valkyrie a drawing. It's her and H2O, hand in hand.
Kiddo: Will you apologize to Harvey? I make a lot of drawings about you two. You are my favourite couple.
Valkyrie: We are not a couple. And no, I won't apologize to him. Never.
Valkyrie: I gave him no choice but to kick me, that's fine, I'll give him that. But Inception is turning into something different from what it was supposed to be and I simply don't want to be a part of it anymore.
The girl is now saddened by her words, but Valkyrie tries to cheer her up.
Valkyrie: I said we should have our own wrestling show right? Well let's wrestle then! Hit me with the Angel's Grace.
Kiddo: Yes!
The girl grabs Valkyrie’s arm and delicately twists it around her back.
Kiddo: Ready?
Valkyrie: Go!
They both fall to the mat. The girl quickly covers Valkyrie as the crowd shouts “One! Two! Three!”
The scene fades as the two celebrate the “win” in the middle of the ring.
