After the segment, the camera goes black for a few seconds. It then cuts to a police station, not one seen before.
It is very dark outside and the only thing that is seen clearly is the 1 light pointing to the entry of the police station.
The camera cuts and now the inside is visible. It is like a jail, but with just 1 prison cell.
And in that 1 prison cell lies the man out of this world, Billy Saturn.
We have not seen Billy in worse condition. His face is covered in blood, his back, which can be seen because his shirt is ripped, is covered in several bruises. His hair has been torn out in some places.
He sees the camera and visualizes it like a beacon of hope. He gets up and attempts to plea to save him and that he is innocent, but a masked man runs down to the cell and hits Billy with an electrical shocker device that knocks him out cold.
After that, the masked man turns to the camera and it turns off. Nothing else is seen but darkness.
Once again, we have no more updates on when Billy can return. We know he is legally being tortured, after the request being granted by the Canadian government. For what reason or for how long, we do not know.
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The set is ready for another episode of the Clark Effect
Stacy Clark: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome my guests, Lotus FloJo and Valkyrie.
Stacy Clark: Valkyrie, before we start, your fans want to know what happened last Saturday. What we've seen on the show was rather… disturbing. Are your parents alright? Did you find them?
Valkyrie: No, I did not find them yet. I was told the very best police officers are on the case and that there is nothing I can do to help, aside from waiting for their call. So this how I've been living pretty much. Constantly checking my phone for updates and such.
Stacy Clark: Me and the rest of the OCW fans wish you the best.
Valkyrie mumbles something.
Stacy Clark: Let's address the elephant in the room. Lollipop Chainsaw once was a three women squad. Now it's just two. What happened to Belle?
Valkyrie: Unfortunately Belle got injured during the FI and won't be around for a while. But I still have a friend I can count on. A friend that I will happily fight for the title any time.
Valkyrie: Now if you'll excuse, I really need to pick up this phone call.
Valkyrie stands up and leaves the set, while Stacey Clark looks beyond the main camera searching like she saw something move in the shadows.
Flojo looks over her shoulder to see what she’s looking for and sees nothing herself.
Flojo: Is someone else supposed to be here, Stacey?
Stacy: No, let’s just move on. I thought I saw someone behind the set.
FloJo adjusts herself back on the seat.
Stacy Clark: Now, FloJo since you’ve became Valkyrie’s bodyguard, what are you doing to protect her from all kinds of threats?
FloJo: Not sure...Not the best fighter around...But I am chaotic...Whatever that means.
Stacy Clark: Uh huh.
FloJo: What?
Stacy Clark: After what happened to her parents, you aren't doing your job very well.
FloJo leans in.
FloJo: Look man, bitches be trippin’. I just left my eye off the ball, ya dig?
Stacy Clark chuckles with FloJo, then suddenly, a shadow catches the eye of Stacy.
Stacy Clark: The hell?!
FloJo: What!
FloJo pops up out of her chair before being calmed down by the producers.
Stacy lets out a big sigh
Stacy Clark: Okay. I have one big question for you, What’s your biggest goal right now? You arc seems to be that you’re looking for that big “win” that propel you to the next level.
FloJo places her hand on her chin.
Stacy Clark: How about Women’s champ?
FloJo: No. I mean not at Valkyries expense at least. I gotta have her back, it’s just us two right now.
FloJo: Can I go now? Me and Valkyrie got a perform a World War II reenactment on Turmoil.
Before FloJo can walk off the set; a sadistic laughter makes everyone jolt from their positions.
Heather Angelo cracks open from the shadows and makes herself at home by sitting down in Valkyrie’s empty chair.
Heather: Now now daring. I believe this woman’s question wasn’t answered. What is your biggest goal right now?
Heather’s eyes squint as she waits patiently on the outside but we know what Furio-....the demon feels inside.
Heather: Before I allow myself to listen to a very direct, educated and thoughtful answer; let’s remind our audience just who I am.
Heather: I am Heather Angelo, The Harbinger of Death. I every move I make is very versatile. Inside and….outside the ring.
Heather licks her lips towards Flo and smiles.
FloJo: My name is Heather Angelo, and I wear all black and listen to Linkin Park.
FloJo: OoooOOOoooo
FloJo: My name is Heather Angelo, when I was thirteen, I was molested by my mom’s boyfriend.
FloJo: OoooOOOoooo
FloJo: My name is Heather Angelo, and I still couldn’t get the job done by beating Valkyrie.
FloJo: OoooOOOoooo
Heather crosses her leg one over the other and sits back in the OCW Women’s Champion’s chair. She places her right elbow on the rear end of the chair and takes her left hand to move the hair from her eyes.
She smiles at Valkyries best and only friend.
Heather: You’re like a little chihuahua my abuelita always had when I was a little niña. She would always show her teeth and bark at everything that moves. Everyone it didn’t know….
Heather clenches her teeth.
Heather: ….and everything it feared for them and its master.
Heather puts on a happy face suddenly. Stacey Clark becomes dazed and confused by the quick change in her mood.
Heather: Very well then! I hate to be the one who assumes but it’s very apparent what your next goal is.
Flojo: Yeah? What is it then?
Heather: To be a rebel without a cause!
Heather: To be able to sit in a champion’s chair without even owning the belt.
Heather looks at her own bosom in the chair of her bitter rival. She looks back at Flojo.
Heather: To be respected and not stepped over like a little chihuahua that...you...are.
Heather flicks her eyebrows up to add an exclamation to her point. The pause in the room has Stacey Clark in a hurry to do her job and break the silence.
Stacey: Flojo, is Heather correct?
FloJo: Yes. But right now I wanna be an ass kicker. So little miss thot topic over here can take a trip to the mall and ride the Mary-go-f**k herself.
FloJo: see you space cowgirl.
The camera pans to the announce team.
GOD DAM!
She don't care!
B17: I don't understand why you are booing me! I am your Bingo. Look at all we have been through together!
B17: You cheered for me when I beat Malu!
Crowd cheers at the mention of Malu.
Crowd: Malu! Malu! Malu!
B17: No! Stop. STOP! YOU CHEERED WHEN I BEAT AUSTIN LEE.
Crowd: Lee! Lee! Lee!
B17: No! He's gone, damnit! Me! Cheer for me! You cheered for me when I beat Wrex!
Crowd: Scuuuummmmm!
B17: You are scum! You chased away my B Community!
B17: And you turned on me Doc Green! Doc Green!
ERRRRRRRRRBEEEEEEEEEEOHHHHHHHHHH
A loud screech rings out from the pa system. B17 falls to the ground clutching his ears and the crowd does the same in an attempt to muffle the sound.
B17: AHHHH! Make It stop!
The sound fades after a few moments. The crowd and B17 return to their feet, but the silence is short lived. An unfamiliar song hits the soundsystem, one that some of the older people in the audience might recognize as “Peace Dog” by The Cult.
Soon we see whose theme it is, as the new and debatably improved Cort Marshall strides out from the back! He gets booed as loud as B17, but instead of being angry, he laps it up, smugly gesturing at the audience as he struts down the aisle.
Halfway down, he sees a mother holding her child near the barricade. The kid has a camera in his hands, and he’s clumsily taking pictures of the goings-on.
Cort stops in front of them, and swings his arms wide to pose. The kid pouts and does a thumbs-down, to which the crowd cheers. Cort looks around, and suddenly grabs the kid! He puts the now-crying child on his shoulder and takes a selfie with the camera before handing the kid back to his mother.
He also tosses back the camera, but she fumbles and drops it. Cort laughs as the crowd pelt him with boos--and even a missed soda--before continuing to the ring.
Cort: Mr. B-17! Why haven’t you learned? These people…
Cort spins around, gesturing to the crowd.
Cort: Are a bunch of useless, fickle, idiots… the kind of people who only wipe their ass 50% of the time! The kind of people who buy store-brand cereal! The kind of people who get a disability tag just because they’re FAT!
Cort: They are not to be trusted! They are not to be listened to! In this world, NOBODY is your friend for life. NOBODY is immune to betrayal. A man must take his own path… everybody else be damned!
Cort:
That’s what I hope Tre Golden realizes--I didn’t snap! It wasn’t a vicious, uncalled for attack! No. It was a pre-emptive strike, baby. I saw the writing on the wall. I knew that one day, he would turn on me like the rest of them. So I decided to save him the effort and do it myself!
Cort: THAT is what you have to do, B! Forget what these people think! Be proactive! Be the change you want to see in the world! You started with Doc… why stop there? I can’t have you moping around before we have a match to win.
B17: Don't even talk to me about Doc! These lost souls cheer for him...but I can save them!
Cort: You can't save em, Bingo!
Cort slaps B17 across the face, the ghost of a smile crossing his lips as he does it.
Cort: You destroyed Doc at Lution. You just let him slip through your fingers… tonight I'm gonna need more of them the same from you. Forget about the fans, focus on Doc and H20!
The mention of the OCW World Heavyweight champion prompts him to come out onto the stage to a huge reaction, seemingly putting an end to the suffering of the audience.
Doc: Cort Marshall, let me get something straight. At Wrestlution, I won, whichever way you spin it.
Doc:
I don’t know what else I have to prove to you clowns; I bear the weight of this company on my shoulders just by holding this championship, and I still get it done when it matters most!
Cort: Anything on those shoulders would be too much stress for you. Hell, Harvey’s pint sized sack on one of your shoulders would be too much for you.
Doc: You can say that all you want Cort, but when you cash in that future investment briefcase, all these people here know that it’s practically a forgone conclusion.
Doc:
I don’t care what brass knuckles you carry around with you these days, I don’t care about your silly new ‘attitude’, I have proved time and time again I can get it done when my back is against the wall and your story is going to be no different.
Suddenly out of nowhere; appearing on stage is the former OCW World Heavyweight Champion Harvey Ocean. He walks out once more without his theme, flashy attire and lights to go with it. Also...
...Without The Good Light.
He stands by the side of Doc Green to await for his approval to go and fight alongside with him. Doc makes a gesture to hand the mic over to Harvey but he is reluctant to do so and continues to walk down the ramp.
Doc Green grabs Harvey by the arm and insists on taking the mic from him. He looks back quickly like a startled cat. For a split second Harvey showed a bit of attitude for the arm pulling. But his attitude digressed and he takes the mic away from The reigning OCW World Heavyweight Champion.
Harvey: To be honest with all of you, I don’t even know why I’m out here tonight. I have nothing left in me to compete.
Harvey: I beat Tre Golden off the fumes of Wrestlution.
Harvey: B17, I met you on Turmoil 200 and we were much happier then. We made jokes, we sang, we danced, we laughed. Now look at us. You’re angry!
Harvey: Look, he’s even angry again.
Harvey points to his former rival, Cort Marshall. Cort looks around and points to himself as if he doesn’t know Harvey is talking about him.
Harvey: Cort, you’ve come a long way bud and it’s nice to see you in singles competition and killing it the way you used to do it.
Doc leans over to the mic.
Doc: And he still couldn’t get it done against you, Harvey!
Harvey looks at Doc with wonder as he stands there stunned from being interrupted. Doc takes it upon himself to take the mic away from him.
Harvey just shrugs it off and follows where this wave takes him.
Doc: H2O, we need the Good Light back right now, so we can put an end to the misery these clowns have caused once and for god damn all!
Harvey and Doc Green rush to the ring as Cort and B17 throw their mics ringside to begin battle!
