The cameras pan to the back, the fans can see luchador rookie El Parca sitting backstage watching Riot from a monitor. As El Parca is sitting in his seat another figure is seen in the view as well.
The person immediately walks up to El Parca and begins talking, as the cameras move over it is shown that the man standing in front of El Parca is Leo Grimm..
El Parca notices Leo and starts to hesitantly begin talking to him.
El Parca: Uh.. hola amigo. Anything I can do for you?
Leo Grimm stares silently at El Parca for a few moments then looks up to the ceiling and nods his head.
Leo Grimm: I’ve noticed you, I’ve seen you, and have been shown the sight of your Deliverance. You dare walk this earth claiming to be the Grimm Reaper? I am The Bringer of Deliverance and salvation! I am the Grimm!
Leo Grimm: There is much Vanity in your insistence on being called the Grimm Reaper. And you have been chosen, on this glorious day, at this glorious moment, for your Deliverance.
El Parca: Uh amigo wh-
Leo Grimm cuts off El Parca.
Leo Grimm: Your father should be ashamed of the failure he has raised. But I will make his life better.
El Parca: Don’t you da-
Leo hits El Parca right in the face as El Parca stands up and the two begin to brawl in the backstage area..
BackstageBrawl Vid PArca/
The scene fades into what look to be the destroyed remnants of the P3 Soundstage. “Fred” ‘s instruments are wrecked, the curtain has been torn apart, and worst of all…..The desk has been broken in half, bah gawd. It had a family! Bubba appears from behind the remains of the desk, a scowl on his majestic face.
Bubba leaps up on the couch and digs his claws into his seat. Finally, Drago and Mugen fall from the ceiling onto the soundstage, landing awkwardly on their feet. Their clothes are tattered and they look like they’ve been through a war zone. Their faces look dirty and bruised. Mugen looks around confused.
Mugen: What happened?
Drago: They trash our soundstage!
Mugen: Old sport….This must have been the work of Golden Cobra!
“Fred” awkwardly sits behind his broken instruments and sweats upon hearing the name of the tag team.
Drago: Yeah! Tre put us through desk! But what do about this stage? How we make sure we get security?
Suddenly, a distant scream verberates throughout the soundstage. The lights shut off, and when they come back on, Drago and Mugen are in new clothes and somehow the furniture has been restored!
Mugen: Whoa!
???: Fear not mates for I am here.
A brand new never before seen or heard British voice comes out of the darkness of the P3 Soundstage and as the man slowly walks into visibility Mugen, Drago and “Fred” are holding on to each other.
Mugen: SHOW YOURSELF!
???: UP UP AND AWAY MATE!!!!
The figure suddenly leaps from the side of the stage and lands face first. He seems to be wearing a suit with the Union Jack all over it. He jumps up to his feet and rests his hands on his hips like a superhero. This large muscular, comic book hero looking man with eyes that could put a hole in you is standing right in front of P3 to both their delight and surprise.
???: Me name is Graham Greene. Formally, I work as personal security BOOT I’d like to think I am much more than that. Personally, I’d like to think I’m more of a…..Black British Superman.
Mugen and Drago are both seen going “whooaaaaa” in unison.
Drago: So you have….superpower?
Graham: Yuh could say that!
He then saunters over to the couch and tries to lift it with Bubba still sitting on it. He seems to have a hard time lifting it, his veins bulging from his face and his screams showing his struggle. He finally stops and speaks to Bubba.
Graham: Mate, would yuh mind?
Bubba grunts and leaps off the couch. Finally, with a battle cry, Graham lifts the couch with his bare hands. The crowd claps. Mugen and Drago look amazed.
Mugen: My god, you are like uh uh……
Graham: Like a Black James Bond innit? Na if you wondrin bout why I’m ‘ere, it’s real basic. You’ve had a security breach right?
Mugen and Drago both nod furiously.
Graham: Na I've come 'ere ter fix your security problems. Daan't need nah cameras! Watch.
Graham runs to the corner of the room and stands upright. He turns his head about forty five degrees to the left and slowly turns to his right. He then makes a “whirring” sound and snaps his head back to the left, then starts again. A member of the crowd “accidentally” throws his phone at the stage. Graham’s head snaps toward the location of the phone.
Graham: Beep. Beep.
He then marches over to the phone and stomps on it, breaking it instantly into pieces.
Graham: Nae intruders here, mate.
He mentally turns off his “security mode” and walks toward the pair.
Graham: Y’know, I can be like a...Black British Robocop too.
Mugen: Oh my goody good gosh. Can you fire off weapons at our potential enemies? Graham: Let me demonstrate fa yuh.
Graham takes off his suit jacket to reveal that he has two RPGs strapped to his back.
Drago: I don’t think this good idea.
Graham: I hear yuh and I understand yuh concerns BOOT here’s the thing. I’m a trained professional right? So you can trust me. I’m like Black Tupac or sometin.
Graham fires off the RPG in the direction of the audience members to the horror of the audience members and P3.
As the audience in the bleachers start scrambling to safety we watch as the rocket almost starts to work in slow motion. Scratch that, in fact we are in slow motion all of a sudden as “Ave Maria” starts playing in the background.
Mugen grabs “Fred” and tries to cover him up with a drum while Drago starts jumping towards Bubba to cover him up.
All while this is happening we hear the screaming of the audience and Graham standing proudly on the P3 soundstage watching the madness.
All of a sudden we come back to real time as the RPG hits the wall and explodes into an insane amount of confetti and glitter into the shape of the Union Jack and the words “Graham Greene, Security for Hire”.
Graham: I’m like Black Martha Stewart or sometin.
Mugen and Drago: HIRED!
The OCW ReWind Begins on the X-Tron!
The scene opens to the arena parking lot a black 69’ Impala pulls up… and out emerges the Afro growing Puglist Tre Golden. He has a determined look on his face as he makes his way towards the locker room.
He quickly walks past the OCW staff stationed in The hallways, Golden sets his ring gear down as he arrives at the door labeled CORT MARSHALL.
Golden tries to grab the door handle… when a hand reaches out and grabs his wrist.
Golden looks up and sees the biggest security guard on staff….. Hank.
Hank: I can’t let you in there Tre.
Golden: Hank, I just want to talk to him, things might get heated, but you know I always keep my business to the ring, I get paid to fight for Crowds of people, I don’t too it to often for free.
Golden flashes a smile the still much shorter and Security guard.
Hank: Now I want to believe you, but I can’t.
Golden: don’t worry it will be alright, I promise you.
Hank: No Tre I can’t, Cort slipped me a little on the side to make sure you don’t get in this room tonight, and seeing as it’s my job to prevent incidents… and I have children to feed, I’m going to make sure that happens.
Hank reaches for his nightstick and pulls it off of his belt.
Hank: No had feelings
He swings the nightstick at Golden, who easily dodged the strike by just leaning slightly back, Hank loses his balance and pitches forward.
Golden jumps on him quick, wrapping his arm around Hank’s neck in a Guillotine Choke, Golden squeezes on the neck, while pushing Hank up against the wall.
Hank goes out in seconds, Golden puts him down gently against the wall in a sitting position.
Golden walks over and opens up the door, and he enters into an empty room with Cort Marshall nowhere in sight.
Golden: Don’t worry Cort, I’ll be seeing you.
Golden leaves and fetches his ring gear to get ready for his match as the scene fades to black.
A.C. COBRA vs JEROME HAMILTON
As Quartz prepare for his battle against one half The Inception once again, Tyson Wagner, he is getting pep-talked by Rust Cohle.
Rust: You know what to do, stay focused. I’ll be there to watch your back. We want a clean contest, and I know they are going to try something.
Quartz nods in approval.
Suddenly the camera zooms in on a couple of boots walking down the hallway, getting closer to the Undisputed Tag Champs. As the feet stops, the camera goes up, revealing the OCW Lightheavyweight Champion, Antonio Everrett and his partner, the OCW World Champion, Doc Green.
Doc: What you saying, then? Movie double header, Toy Story 4 and Brightburn, which one you doing first?
Everrett: Bo Peep… no wait, Brightburn. The film, the film! Like I’d want to watch that one fir-
Doc (Laughing): I understand Ant, although I’m not sure if I want to...
The Uncrowned stop in their path, standing side by side facing CQC. The two teams have a long-standing history, mostly fueled by sneak attacks and hatred. But there is something else in the air, the atmosphere isn’t the same here.
Cohle takes a few step towards the two, and Doc holds out a hand to stop him in his tracks.
Doc: Now you just wait there for a second, mate. Just because you’ve embraced the good light inside of you to the OCW Universe, don’t think we’re just gonna let our guard down here.
Rust: I am not out here to cause trouble Doc. I just wanted to tell you that even though we have a troubled past, I want you to know that we are not the same anymore and wanted to wish you good luck for tonight’s main event. The fans deserve a good bout.
Doc: Huh, sure. Good luck to you too I guess.
Quartz is standing, looking at Everrett who is obviously very pissed and hasn’t forgot one bit.
Quartz: Antonio... Congratulations on your recent success. That title, your victories of Drago and Dupree. Certainly impressive. I remember when you first got here and we sparred. I’m impressed at your growth.
Uncrowned look confused. Rust steps between Quartz and Everrett and laughs to make sure nothing happens.
Rust: Aha! Well Quartzy as a match right now, so let’s not waste time, see you out there, kid. Rust Cohle just got finished with a battle with Wrex not too long ago…
Rust stretches his neck and winces.
Rust: A battle like that will surely do a number on your neck! I can only hope you show a little more care in the ring. Once again, congratulations on everything you accomplished. C.Q.C out.
