Shep stands with Jim Black fresh off of his match earlier in the night. Still in wrestling gear with a towel draped over his shoulders he snatches the mic before Jim can even start to ask a question.
Shep: You can go I don’t need you here for this.
Jim glares before walking away. This puts a smile on Shep’s face before he turns his attention to the camera.
Shep: Sorry abo… well I’m not sorry. But I had to do that. I don’t need a buffer between me and talking to you Sheep. I’ll be the first to admit the past couple of months have been about as lack luster as they could be.
Shep: But it’s that time where the legends come out of their retirement homes and try to steal the spot light from the workhorses. As you saw tonight I’m still very much one of those.
Shep: We have flukes right now holding 3 major titles here and given the opportunity I could take every damn one of them. But you know the powers at be aren’t going to make that happen and I do too.
Shep: So I’m going to do what I did from the start of this season, take things for myself. Run from it, embrace it, it doesn’t matter. In the end I’ll be at the top of the heap picking my teeth with the bones of all the fools I beat on the way to the top.
Shep salutes that camera.
Shep: Cort you still suck! Wolf among sheep out!
The camera cuts back to the arena.
We turn things over to the patented P3 Soundstage 9000. The spotlight is on “Fred Durst” as he seems to be screaming some obscenities at his bandmates. He then takes a drum and smashes it through his drummer’s head.
“Fred”: F***!!!!!!!!!
Another man pushes the drummer’s corpse aside and takes his place. “Fred” can’t believe what he’s seeing behind his blue eyes; a man that looks exactly like him, albeit with a blue hat instead of his usual red hat.
Blue Hat “Fred”: Play on, man….
“Fred” looks behind him to see that his guitarist has been mysteriously replaced by a “Fred” wearing a yellow hat. The “original” “Fred” shrugs and his newly formed band starts playing their rendition of “Whip It”, also known as “Roll It”.
The camera pans over to a brick wall while the band is still playing. A pair of voices can be heard behind the brick wall.
???: AAAAIIIIIUUUUGGGHHHHHH!!!!!
Suddenly, Drago and Mugen come crashing through the brick wall. An enraged Mugen kicks Drago in the gut, then proceeds to powerbomb him through the desk. The staff quickly scoop up the remains and replace the desk. Bubba sneaks underneath the desk. Mugen then beats his chest and makes gorilla noises. He steps up to the front of the stage and looks at the crowd.
Mugen: Who killed Drago?
The studio audience claps while Drago dusts himself off and steps up front.
Drago: Lady and gentlemen. Welcome. To most successful show in OCW history!!!
Mugen: THE P3…..
Drago and Mugen: BONANZA!!!!!!!
The pair do an air guitar solo before they go to their respective seats.
Mugen: Folks, we hope you enjoyed Certified Greatness. There were many things to be happy about! New champions, a new inductee into the Beat Drago Club…..
The camera pans over to Drago as he scowls at the camera.
Mugen: But most importantly, behind the scenes, we found an incredibly devoted idio- I mean, wrestling fan that we invited over so we can personally beat the sh- I mean, interview. Yeah. Interview.
Drago: You ok Mugen?
The camera does a close-up on Mugen. His veins are bulging from his forehead and his left eye is twitching.
Mugen: Never better old sport!
Drago: Well ok, now we bring out [REDACTED] Kid!!!
The audience claps as a man who looks like he’s in his late twenties/early thirties walks out from behind the curtain and sits next to Drago. His hair looks unkempt and he has a neckbeard. His shirt looks somewhat strange, as if it’s been turned inside out.
[REDACTED] Kid: Why did security make me turn my shirt inside out?
Drago: We not supposed to talk about…..IT. Or show…….IT. IT must never be seen. Again.
[REDACTED] Kid: That’s silly! He should be in the Hall of Fame!!!! You know how many titles he’s won?
Drago remains pensive. He looks over to Mugen. The King of Kindness is holding on tightly to his desk, trying desperately to restrain himself.
Mugen: Do you uhh….KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I’VE BEAT HIS BROKE ASS! AUGHHHHHHH
Drago hands Mugen a glass of cold sparkling water and motions for him to calm down.
Drago: Breathe in good thoughts. Breathe out negativity.
Mugen: Breath in the delicious hock of ham backstage……..breathe out dummies……….wooosa.
[REDACTED] Kid: I think you two are even aren’t you?
Mugen: NOPE! LAST TIME I WHOOPED HIS CANDY ASS I TOOK HIS BELT AHHHHHHHHHHHAAHAHAHA. DON’T MAKE ME GO OKINAWA ON YOUR FACE YOU STUPID MANCHILD.
Mugen starts reaching past his desk with his arms only to be held back by Drago.
Mugen: LET ME AT EM OLD SPORT. I’LL RIP HIS BEARD OFF HIS BEARD AND THEN YOU CAN INFORM THAT DUMMY YOU LIKE SO MUCH ON HIS MESSAGE BOARD THAT HE CAN GO….
Drago cuts off Mugen by putting a hand over Mugen’s mouth.
Drago: RELAX!!!!
He looks back toward [REDACTED] Kid.
Drago: Need to learn to be open to other people, even if they are creepy, right?
Mugen sits back behind the desk, grumbling obscenities. Drago points at a nearby television screen.
Drago: I’m hear you like to meet our talent right?
[REDACTED] Kid: Oh yeah, I like to take some pictures from time to time. Nothing special.
The screen lights up to show [REDACTED] Kid taking a selfie with Molly at a parking lot. Molly looks like she wants nothing to do with him in the photo. His dorky smile enrages Mugen even further, but Drago holds a hand out to stop him.
Drago: At parking lot though?
[REDACTED] Kid: What? Something wrong with that?
The screen transitions to another photo, this time of [REDACTED] Kid at the airport, taking a selfie with a sleeping Dragana, wearing a hat downward, covering her face slightly. Drago looks at the photo with his mouth agape. He notices [REDACTED] Kid’s hand placement is a little…….well…….it’s way too close to well………..you know…….
Drago notices that his phone is lighting up, he sees a text sent to him from Johnny that simply reads, “WTFFFFFFFFFF”. He turns back to Mugen.
Drago: Hey Mugen?
Drago stands up from his seat and flips over his couch. [REDACTED] Kid falls along with it.
Drago: I’ve had enough.
Mugen hands Drago a pair of leather gloves as he puts on another pair himself.
Mugen: Prepare for your best nightmare.
Drago: The safest one you ever had.
Mugen and Drago wind their fists back to a cowering [REDACTED] Kid. Their fists moving in a 75 degree downward motion towards [REDACTED] Kid’s face.
Empress is seen carrying a bucket of ice water down the hall when she sees Flojo seated facing away from her in the mess hall after their match. Empress walks over to Flojo with a giant grin on her face.
Empress yells: Flojo-Chan!
And dumps the bucket of ice water on top of her. Wrestlers sitting around the area jump at the loud noise.
Flojo screams and jumps up from the table from shock.
Empress: Chill out bitch it’s just a loss. You see what I did there. Because it’s ice wa..
Flojo runs at Empress tackling her to the floor. The two start kicking and throwing punches at each. Members of the staff and a few wrestlers run over to back them up.
Staff: What the hell is going on here?!
Empress: She’s crazy she just attacked me because I beat her ass earlier!
FloJo roundhouse kicks Empress Knocking her to the ground. FloJo walks over to the stunned Empress and sits Indian-style next to her.
FloJo: Hmph. I noticed your desperation during our match. To removing turnbuckles and elbowing me in the eye, kneeing me in the face.
FloJo: Now I know what’s it like to face you…
FloJo: Valkyrie is staying with me for the time being, so I’ll get the training I need, hopefully.
FloJo: The slam of Judgement awaits you and your crew at Road to Glory, kusottare.
Empress sits up rubbing her face and stares into Flojos eyes.
Empress: Knee to face you weabo bitch. Bring it on.
The scene fades to black with the two staring at each other intensely.
#1 Contender Pride Championship MAXWALE vs CORT MARSHALL
vs TRE GOLDEN vs A.C.COBRA
After the match ends and both the wrestlers leave the ring, the music hits. It is unknown who's music it is until the grin is seen on the face of the wrestler who is walking out. It is Billy Saturn. The crowd does not really react as they are not too familiar with him. Yet.
Billy Saturn: Ladies and Gentlemen. I have finally made my way into this arena.
He approaches the ring, however as soon as he is standing on the apron he immediately jumps back down
Billy Saturn: Well that was a mistake. I thought the arena smelled bad. But you know? The ring, it is something on the next level.
Billy Saturn: You must be wondering why I am here tonight? Well, I have come to address my thoughts that I have generated last week. And you lot, are not going to be happy. But, who cares?
Billy Saturn: What I saw last week on my way out of the arena, has scared me for life. All those drunk people, all that trash. All that fatty food that everyone was eating. EH!
Billy Saturn: You people are worse then I thought! You are going to kill the Earth. Not that I or even you, care about.
Billy Saturn: And I once again, would like to apologize. Previously, I referred to you people as rotten. And to this ring, as rotten.
Billy Saturn: However. Now that I am here. It is far worse than I ever imagined. And I am seriously considering terminating my contract, as the smell of you people is killing me.
Billy Saturn: And finally, I issue a warning. A warning to everyone that works for OCW or watches OCW. Next person who calls me Perry, is getting beaten up.
Billy Saturn: Because… I, am Billy. Billy Saturn. And I am out of this world!
The sound of papers being sorted through and phones ringing can be heard in the distance. Once again, a view from a window on what seems to be the 30th floor of a skyscraper building overlooks the Turmoil arena.
The sound of shifting papers gets louder as the view enters the windowed room. The raspy but calm voice of a man we heard at Certified Greatness can be heard once again.
???: Very good information here...
???:Malu? Loki? Austin Lee?
The camera does not reveal the source of the voice, but instead pans around the newer looking office. Voices and rambling can be heard from outside the office as well.
???: Ah! Here it is...
The man slams the previous papers on the desk, which seem to hold confidential information about various Turmoil stars... But he holds one up just out of view.
???: Yes... You're the one I've been looking for.
The camera fades back to the view overlooking the busy Atlantic Ave before fading to black.
BELLE vs BLAINE
We cut backstage after yet another jaw dropping and awe inspiring OCW match to find Mark Reese pacing back and forth, looking rather uncomfortable in what can only be described as an ill fitting suit. He wrings his hands together nervously.
Reese: Oh man, it’s like a job interview or somethin’ out there tonight. If I do good…
Mark smiles brightly.
Reese: If I do good they might let me wrestle at Road 2 Glory! But if I do bad…
Marks face looks sad.
Reese: They might not let me wrestle at Road 2 Glory…
Mark shakes his head.
Reese: Don’t be silly, it’ll be fine… Just focus on eatin’ hams and throwin’ hands, take all those negative feelin’s and suplex them right out of the window… You’ve got this.
Mark slaps himself a couple of times in the face as he prepares to get psyched up for the Clark Effect.
later in the night and the camera is focused on Code Jackman still walking the streets of New York City.
Italian Guy: Hey, yuh Jackman? What are you doing in this neck of the woods? Shouldn’t you be 6 feet underground back at your house?
Code stops walking, turns to the man to give him a smirk. He then proceeded to keep walking with a small crowd following him.
Italian Guy: I don’t get it? He has all the potential in the world and he has wasted it by losing to a woman and a guy who he has already beat.
Italian Woman: Devils Night, he should have moved on to greener pastures. Now he is in a hole and needs to dig himself back up.
The scene ends with the Italian couple grabbing their pizza and looking down the street as Jackman walked a few more blocks.
