Telos runs into Jim Black in the back who wants a word with Telos after his match earlier. Telos shoves him out of frame while at the same time snatching Jim's microphone from his hands!
Telos: One step. Just one, but that’s all this needed to be. One step closer to Wrestlution. One step closer to the Pride Championship. One step closer to the Endgame.
Telos looks toward the lockeroom.
Telos: No hard feelings, Parker. Not your fault you had to stand in the ring with me tonight. And it’s not your fault that you had to be a stepping stone. I’m sure you’ll be able to recover at some point.
He begins to clap for Parker, showing a sarcastic sign of respect as the crowd jeers can be heard all the way in the back.
Telos: Oh, please. Boo me all you want, but don’t act like you don’t know how this goes.
Telos: Telos rolls over Tyson Wagner. Speedbump. Telos rolls over Elliot Parker. Speedbump.
Telos: Telos rolls over whatever clown they decide to put in front of me next week. Another damn speedbump.
Telos: Now don’t take anything I do in this ring, or say on this mic as a sign of personal disrespect.
Telos: Because it isn’t. Simply put: I have a business plan. And it involves knocking out all the busy work until that strap is around my waist…
Telos looks directly into the camera, clearly trying to send a message
Telos: And you can be an obstacle by circumstance, or by choice. Just know the outcome will remain the same.
The camera fades away with Telos continuing to look menacing!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Dude is angry!
You would be angry to! If you did what they tell you to do and they still hold you back!
We rejoin Terra Daturas, Elsa Holmberg, and Dragana Cesar together in Terra’s repurposed diner, in front of the massive window. The three women have taken several turns discussing their lives and the difficulties therewithin.
The sunlight coming through the window has disappeared and the sky has grown cloudy. After several moments of quiet… Terra picks up where they left off.
Terra: My home was destroyed by a fire when I was a young girl.
Terra: It tore everything apart. My sisters and brothers were taken away and my mother and father never recovered.
Terra: I have been alone since I was 14 annorum. Since that time, being an orphan, I was rarely shown the kindness that you two have shown me… Only Mater Natura comforted me then… She still does to this day.
Tears begin to fall down Terra’s cheeks as she begins to cry. Elsa puts her hand on Terra’s shoulder.
Elsa: When I live in Sweden, my father, he work very hard for us. We not have much money. He save all his money, and before I leave to America he give me half his savings. He say “I know you will make me proud; you are my star”...
She begins to well up.
Elsa: And then, two week after I get to America, he fell ill. But I already buy car and have not much money left. It got worse. I wanting to see him but I have no money to fly home. Not long after these, he pass away...I never got to say goodbye...
Elsa putters through her sentences… Eventually beginning to cry as well. Through their muted sadness, both women wipe the tears away and look at Dragana, who stares back at them with a deep look of remorse in her eyes.
Dragana: ...
Dragana turns and looks out the window for a few moments, her eyes drifting up toward the clouds, as if she’s seeking an answer from them.
Terra: It is okay, Dragana.
Dragana shakes her head and shuts her eyes tight. She does not pull her head down, taking in the memories head-on. Thunder begins to roll outside the window. The camera zooms into Dragana’s face…
Dragana: Ungh…...
Dragana lets out a small grunt, her anguished expression raising concern among her friends. She lets out a sharp breath and raises a hand to her temples.
Her free hand is clenched, her teeth grinding, nostrils flaring. The chatter generated by the people inside the diner is blocked out.
Elsa: She okay?
Terra: The memories of that fateful night…...They are flooding in like rain from the clouds.
Elsa attempts to reach out to Dragana’s shoulder, but Terra calmly places her hand on Elsa’s arm, shaking her head.
Dragana takes in a few deep breaths and lets go of her temples. Her expression slowly changes from that of pain to concentration.
She reaches out with her right hand toward the window. Her hand makes contact with the glass, pressing up against the solid cold window.
After a few moments of her eyes being locked shut, a thunderstorm erupts outside, rain pouring down ferociously, drops of rain aggressively slamming against the large window. Dragana’s memory ends, and she opens her eyes… Followed by a single tear running down her cheek.
Almost as if Dragana’s release triggered the storm itself, the rain continues to pour. Dragana turns to look back as Terra and Elsa stare back wide-eyed, amazed. Elsa cracks a smile and begins to laugh meekly. She wipes more tears from her face and continues laughing.
Eventually, Terra and Dragana join in… The scene ends as all three women wiping the sadness away and laughing together as they watch the rain pour outside the large window, symbolically.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Mind, body and spirt.
Koolaid, Phreaky deeky, and Cult!
The Camera Pans To The X-Tron
Previously Recorded
Valkyrie has returned to her hometown of Joensuu, Finland. The camera follows her as she hops off a bus and makes her way to the doorstep.
Valkyrie (muttering to herself): Last time I spoke with my family was over a year ago. I'm pretty sure my father wants me dead. Oh well. There goes nothing.
Valkyrie enters the house and is immediately greeted by her mother. She's visibly moved, as she had not seen her daughter in such a long time.
Amy Stevenson: Sarah! I can't believe you are here! You are back!
Valkyrie: Hi mom.
Valkyrie drops her bag and hugs her mother for what seemed to be an eternity.
Amy Stevenson: I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am to see you. We can start over again, we can be a family again! A second chance!
Valkyrie: I ran away from home one year ago to join OCW… it was by far the worst decision of my life. I was selfish and stupid.
Amy Stevenson: You have no idea how much I suffered. I cried myself to sleep each and every night, as I was witnessing all the things they forced you to do on TV! I thought I was never going to see you again! Sarah! You are here! You…
Her mother starts sobbing out loud and Valkyrie simply hugs her, without saying anything.
Valkyrie: I'm sorry. I'm terribly sorry.
Her mother wipes the tears off her face.
Amy Stevenson: Everything is fine now! I will ask Mr. Naphaali to hire you again in his pet store. You could go back to college and get that degree you always wanted to get!
Valkyrie: Yes, I…
Amy Stevenson: Sarah! Please. Don't leave us again. This town can't offer you much compared to America, I get it. But we can be a happy family again. We will do everything we can to give you what you want, everything to make you happy.
Valkyrie: Nothing you say?
Valkyrie: What do you think I got from the US, huh? I got nothing there as well.
Valkyrie: NOTHING.
Amy takes a step back as she wasn't expecting this kind of intensity from her daughter. Valkyrie takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.
Amy Stevenson: I'll help you with the luggage. Come with me, Sarah.
The camera fades.
The camera pans to the announce team.
This is the saddest day ever.
I think you meant to say the BEST DAY, in the history of DAYS!
THE CAMERA PANS TO THE RAMP
The camera pans to the announce team.
GOD DAMMIT MAN!
VICTORY LAP!
After a crazy few weeks in OCW, the Uncrowned are finally back together, sitting in their locker room. Green is dressed casually, while Antonio has his ring gear on in preparation for his main event tonight against Shepherd.
Antonio:... So what I’m trying to say is that we always had this in the bag, you know? We settle our issues in the ring, that’s what we’ve always been taught.
Doc smiles.
Doc: You sound more like your mother every passing day Ant, but I hear ya.
Antonio: Hey, she a wise woman, and she’d beat my arse and yours any day of the week so when she speaks you listen.
Doc: Maybe you’re right actually, I still remember that time she b-
Antonio: BUT without further ado, I think it’s time we get our eyes on that road to Wrestlelution. We got to be ready for whatever comes our way.
Doc: You’re not wrong, mate, and you know we gonna be. I need to head out, got some business to attend to you know.
Doc and Antonio share a handshake and the world champion heads out down the hallway.
Antonio, alone in the locker room, then hears a rustling sound coming from behind his things placed at his locker. He moves over to investigate, and finds a half asleep AC Cobra curled up in the space, eyes transfixed on his computer screen.
Antonio: Hmph, didn’t expect to see you here, mate. Maybe you’re a bit lost, do you want me to call reception?
Cobra: No, call is needed gamer. You guys got crisp wifi in here, just wanted to play some quick Mortal Kombat. Do you care to join?
AC reaches on the ground and picks up a 2nd controller and hands it to Antonio, who just stares at the controller.
Antonio: Unfortunately, playing Mortal Kombat isn’t in my job description. As much as I’d love to play, I kind of have a main event to prepare for, it’s kind of a big deal.
Cobra: You think that makes you better then everyone or something?
Antonio: I think it gives me a reason to not be playing video games, actually. Maybe you should try this whole wrestling thing at some point.
Cobra: Oh, I get it now. Green and full of joy in the beginning but a little taste of success and you look down on everyone. Would honestly be a shame if you was brought down or notch or two.
Antonio looks away for a moment and smiles. He then takes a step closer to Cobra, who is now stood up.
Antonio: You know what, why don’t you try?
The Light Heavyweight champion firmly places his title on his shoulder and leaves the locker room, barging Cobra on the shoulder as he passes.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Wait....
WHAAAAAAAAT!!
DRAGANA vs QUEEN MAB
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a match!
That was a clinic!
Spider and Matsuda are sitting in a Green Room backstage, watching a flat screen tv
Drago: Wait, does that mean………..
Mugen: Yes…….it means that…….
Drago and Mugen both stare at the camera.
Mugen: RYU!
Drago: MATSUDAAAaaaaaAAAAAaaaAAAAAA!
Together: TTT! We challenge you!
Drago: Battle For Time! And Space!
MATSUDA: Can you believe that Mugen said he invented THE CUBE.
RYU: Right? How Dare They. Everyone knows I invented THE CUBE.
Matsuda stares at Spider for a moment and massages the bridge of his nose for a moment
MATSUDA: Ok, no. But I’m not going to argue with you because we have more pressing matters.
RYU: Like what? We got P3 to challenge us for Time and Space, everything is going according to plan.
MATSUDA: Yes, but when you said you were going to ”fake Drago and Mugen attacking you” you neglected to mention that you’d actually break your own ass.
RYU: Well I had to make it convincing.
Matsuda again rubs the bridge of his nose as it seems Spider’s stupidity is causing him physical pain
MATSUDA: We need to make sure you’re 100%, and a match with KD tonight isn’t going to help your ass heal.
RYU: Don’t worry Hide-chan, Trash always has a plan. By the time Lution rolls around I’ll be 200%!
MATSUDA: That's not how that works…
The camera pans to the announce team.
I KNEW IT!
Look this isn't a court of law. So relax!
The Camera Pans To The X-Tron
The sounds a page turning in a book is heard over a black screen.
The screen holds it's pure black look as the pages turn more and more.
Inness Quartz: Still subdued?
Inness Quartz flashes into frame, surrounded by the darkness. He's holding his Tag Team Championship proudly, talking to someone inside the Mind of Quartz.
Inness: I am concerned.
A quick flashing shot shows Intell Quartz, in a seated position, seeming to be sitting on an invisible chair, flipping pages of a book with a black cover.
Intell: Why? Ijitu made the decision to abandon the body. You should be grateful.
Inness: Not everything is about self-gratification, Intell.
Intell: Everything is about preservation. Everything is about accomplishing your... mission. Isn't that what you wish to call it?
Inness takes several steps forward in the total darkness. Looking into nothingness until the aim of his gaze flashes into a television-like image. It shows Ijitu Quartz sitting alone on a couch. Perhaps in the Quartz' actual home in the real world.
Inness: The fact that it's usually a struggle between him and I. It was not the same. I've never seen him quit this way before. It's been 18 years and I've just... Never seen it.
Intell closes his book, very annoyed and stands from his seated position. He lets out an exasperated sigh.
Intell: What is it that you wanted to achieve in DC?
Inness faces Intell, thinking of an appropriate way to answer.
Intell: Allow me to tell you what you already know, Inness. You wanted to save Rust Cohle. You wanted to protect us. You have found an unpredictable solace in a friend that Ijitu recruited in a selfish way. Correct?
Inness, still thinking looks up to Intell, unsure of his answer.
Intell: You bother me at this point. This senseless power-struggle is a waste of my time. Think of what it is you want to use as a vehicle to drive your motivation?
Intell takes several deliberate steps over to Inness and places 2 fingers on the OCW World Tag Team Championships.
Intell: Ijitu used such a worthless piece of metal as a way to validate himself, because he's an insecure fool.
Intell: ...However, you think you are better.
Inness: I am not Ijitu, but he is no fool. He-
Intell: -you and him both use this... title as a mere shield to show yourself worthy. Your goals and intentions may be different, but the use of the trophy you so proudly carry is no different.
Intell: So... Go get it.
Inness: What do you mean?
Intell walks back to his previous position and sits back down.
Intell: I admire your courage, even if I don't agree with your decisions. You putting the body on the line when you do is questionable... BUT. If you plan to do it. Then you must do it to the fullest extent, right?
Inness: You confuse me, Intell. Your ideas of self-preservation are reckless. There is more to life than fighting alone.
Intell smirks and opens his book back up, turning a page.
Intell: I don't fight. I don't need to. I make informed decisions that keep the vessel moving while you try to play some kind of super-hero.
Intell: Oh well. I also see that this is important to you... This also may be something we can use to propel our venture in a positive manner. So if you want to do it, then do it.
Inness: Enough games, Intell. What is it?
Intell: Ugh. Must I spell everything out to you? Are you really the "World Tag Team champion" if another team claims the same moniker?
Intell points his finger to the side, without even moving his eyeballs from the book. An image flashes of a grainy looking Turmoil arena. Inness begins to understand and looks down at his championship.
Intell: I don't know where Ijitu is within the mind. You shouldn't worry about that. I know he wouldn't be worrying about you and me.
Intell: If you are truly strong enough to ignore the nonsense you've placed at your own doorstep, then go get it. Stop worrying about Ijitu. Embrace your friend Rust Cohle and become what you claim to be. Go. Get. It.
The scene fades to black as Inness continues to stare at the Turmoil arena.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Totally not crazy!
Cuckoo!
The Camera Pans To The Ramp!
The camera pans to the announce team.
WHAT!!!
WHAT THE HELL!!! Is HE CRAZY?
An aerial view of Brooklyn, NY is shown. The busy streets and hustle and bustle of New Yorkers is as prominent as ever.
Eventually the scene cuts to the office that has been overlooking the bumping Barclay's center over the last few weeks.
The office, this time, is completely empty. Not a sound is heard, not even from assistants outside. The scene cuts into a dark parking garage.
Ominous footsteps clomp... clomp... clomp... can be heard somewhere in the garage. Eventually, the camera pans up to a red-haired woman in a hooded sweatshirt, leaning against a Sedan, smoking a cigarette.
As she exhales a deep cloud of smoke, the clomp... clomp... clomp... gets louder and louder.
Woman: Wow. I'm surprised you actually showed up.
The footsteps stop as a very tall, dark figure in a suit stops in the shade of the parking garage, obscuring the top quarter of his body and face.
???: You think I am not a man of my word?
Woman: Pshh... Do you think I'm some kinda stupid bitch?
???: Hahah...
Woman: I know who you are and what you did last time you needed help.
???: My my... You think you're very informed, don't you? I hope you get better sources, because whatever you heard about...
Woman: About you stealing that kid's information without paying up? About roughing him up and claiming he was just another "thug criminal"?
???: I'm very sorry, but you may have the wrong person.
Woman: Listen, I don't give a shit. I'm not here for your morality issues. I'm here for my money.
???: This is such a horrid damp place.
Woman: You think I'd risk an invitation to your building across the street?
Laughter breaks out from the mystery man as the woman steps forward. The man places his hands behind his back.
???: And who says women aren't as smart as men?
The woman angrily tosses a sealed Tupperware container over. The man kneels down to pick it up, laughing the whole time.
As he opens the container to check the contents, he removes an official document, which was rolled up neatly inside the container.
Woman: Signed by Mr. Sensation himself.
???: Wow! I have to say... This is impressive. You can't even tell it's a forgery.
Woman: There. Now you've got what you wanted. Now pay up.
???: Hmm... Fair is fair.
A long hand reaches out of a silver pinstriped suit sleeve to hand a giant wad of cash to the woman.
As she flicks through it to make sure it's all there, she flicks her cigarette down and stomps it out.
???: Do you think I'm bad at math, sweetheart? That's $7,500. Just like we agreed.
Woman: You'd had better hope that it is.
The woman stuffs the cash in her hooded jacket, throws her hood up and walks off into the darkness.
The mystery man laughs again and once again observes the document provided to him.
