The shot opens outside the doors of Nipsey’s Shop. The camera moves through the lobby, bypassing numerous men and their tailors.
We enter a private room where four men are seated, smoke in the air, playing cards in hand.
Man #1: Over bid if you want to. I’ll be more than happy to set your ass.
A young woman walks into frame placing drinks beside each man.
Woman: You want another glass, sweetie?
The camera lands on the profile of Telos, who looks amused.
Telos: Yeah baby, but leave the Paul on the shelf. Let me get the Grand Marnier, double. And bring the Cubans out.
As she walks away the men continue their conversation.
Man #2: What you got Los?
Telos: ‘Bout 4 and a possible. Let’s go 7, they ain’t got sh*t.
Nipsey strolls through the room, looking for equipment.
Nipsey: And neither do you….That's why you should be out there working, instead of playing some damn game.
Telos: This IS work, Nip, you know that. Spades is all about knowing the table. I know what cards I've been dealt…
Telos takes his glass from the woman, sets it down next to his cards, and clips the end of a fresh cigar.
Telos: And a few cards into the hand I know my partner, I know my opponents. I know what moves I need to make, I know what moves they are capable of making.
Nipsey leans against the far wall, listening to Telos speak with a slight grin on his face as the men begin to play.
Nipsey: So what moves you making Youngblood?
Telos: I've been waiting, patiently, though I've made my desires known. And I'll just say this:
Telos sips from his glass, his previously amused face replaced with a look of conviction.
Telos: Having a reign of your own is admirable, in my eyes. But men, legacies, empires, they all fall. They fall, and a new ruler takes their place…
Telos: But every violent transition of power comes from "revolution".
Telos sets his glass back on the table, and turns to look at Nipsey who nods in approval.
The camera lingers on the men continuing at the table before we move to the next segment…
As the audience settles down after the ad-break we see Stacy Clark set up on the entrance stage with her Clark Effect props and interview chairs ready for her guests. She stands at the ready with mic in hand.
Stacy: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to RIOT!!!
The fans cheer.
Stacy: And as you can see, I am out here ready to interview my guests for tonight; The Troupe!!!
Again the fans show their approval, this time for the group that came together through a mutual experience of enduring pain, one way or another. Now they fight together as a sisterhood who have each other’s back.
"This is True Love Makin'" plays across the speaker system as Elsa and Dragana emerge from the back to applause and cheers.
Elsa waves to the crowd and blows a kiss here and there to some lucky fans. Dragana looks around at the fans but doesn’t stray too far from her usually stoic demeanour. Stacy ushers them to take a seat and sits down as well.
Stacy: Welcome to the Clark Effect, ladies!
Elsa: Thank you, Stacy! We are loving to be here!
Dragana half-smiles and nods.
Stacy: Now, the most pressing question I have for you is “how is Terra doing after the attack last week”?
Elsa: She recovering in hospital, she will being ok. But we are not happy about these attack.
Dragana puts on a frown and nods in agreement.
Stacy: Has there been any leads yet? Any sign of uncovering the attacker’s identity?
Elsa: Not yet, but we are are search for these person. We will tracking them down and they will answering for these attack! Terra is our sister, and she not deserve to have this happen!
Stacy: Understood. Is there anyone you ladies have as suspects?
Elsa squints at Stacy, then looks back at Dragana. Both women then look back at Stacy, squinting as though trying to suss her out.
Elsa: Hmmmm… This is question guilty person would saying… Where were you being the night Terra was attack?!
Stacy is a little taken back by Elsa, moving back in her chair before answering. Dragana stands up from her seat and glares at Stacy. She tilts her head and stands uncomfortably close to her face.
Dragana: Hmm…….
Stacy: I...I was backstage here filming pieces for the OCW documentary; you saw me that night, didn’t you?
Elsa rubs her chin and puts on her best thinking-emoji face.
Elsa: You right. I remember see you that night. You off the list.
Dragana: Ah!
Dragana pats Stacy on the shoulder and gets back to her seat with a smile on her face. Stacy breathes a sigh of relief.
Stacy: Glad to hear it. Moving on from that, what is next for you guys?
Elsa: We not moving on from this until we find this attacker! That our goal right now, until we solve these mystery!
Stacy: And after that?
Elsa looks over to Dragana and then back to Stacy.
Elsa: We are three talented women in this OCW. We all have goal of fighting rest of women’s roster, and eventually fight for Women Championship. I think any of us can doing it; Dragana already has. Many of these people saying we are too nice; we too soft to win these fight. But our records speaking for themselves.
Elsa stands up and looks towards the camera.
Elsa: Those who thinking this will regret this. And when Terra healthy, and we find the person who attacking her, they will see in this ring just how strong she is! I promise them! You can’t hiding forever! We - - -
She point-motions between Dragana and herself.
Elsa: - - - will making sure you pay!
Dragana slams her fist into her palm, gritting her teeth.
Elsa and Dragana stand side by side, both looking fired up. Stacy directs the camera back to her to close out.
Stacy: Well, I can’t argue with that! Thank you ladies for speaking with me tonight. And now, a few words from our sponsors.
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Immediately after the confrontation with Doc Green. Harvey Ocean decides to take a page out of KD’s book and race out in his Grand Sport Corvette along The L.I.E. (Long Island Expressway for non New Yorkers). The top is off and wind rushes through his hair.
He bobs and weaves through traffic thinking about the recent events that has happened.
Harvey receives flashing images about lackluster performance with Drago. He takes his rear view mirror and readjust it to look at himself.
Flashing images of Kassidy Hayes, Heather Angleo and Valkyrie emerge in his mind and anger brews inside.
He rubs his eyes because someone with blinding headlights traveling behind him broke his concentration.
The tunnel vision and thinking has stopped for a moment as he approaches thick traffic ahead. He looks at his side view mirror and get a quick glimpse of The Future OCW World Heavyweight Champion looking right him. A thought comes across his mind….
“I’m always on your side.”
Harvey shakes his head up and down embracing the merge of his own timeline and listening to his inner champion’s words.
The phone rings through his speakers canceling out the beautiful sounds of Corvette’s engine. He looks to see who the caller is and raises an eyebrow.
Harvey: Yo!
Cyborg: Where are you?
Harvey: I’m not at the arena. I left to take drive to cool off and get some air.
Cyborg: Listen Ocean, whatever you’re going through Inception is going through it as well. I took a big loss tonight against Innes.
Cyborg: KD and I have one more opportunity for the OCW Tag Team Championship but we have no momentum going forward.
Cyborg: Bobby lost to Antonio Everrett last week. KD lost to the very man you’re dealing with, Doc Green.
Harvey: I se-
Cyborg: No! It’s time for you to listen! After my loss, I still stuck around to listen to you talk to Doc and you didn’t even mention KD beating him down.
Cyborg: All I’m trying to say to you brother is that this team needs you. I’m calling you to come thru for Inception.
Cyborg: The same way you asked everyone else to come thru for you.
Tyson ends the call abruptly before Harvey could respond.
Well OCW, he has every right to be angry at me. Hell! The Inception has every right to be angry with me right now.
The whole purpose of us banding together and coming up with our name was to show all of you WE ARE THE BEGINNING. It hasn’t been that since Devil’s Night.
I have a responsibility to be a leader. I AM worthy. I didn’t do all this work in 3yrs to throw it all away!
It’s time for me to return. Return to my natural state of being the face of OCW.
Time for the second coming…
Harvey quickly looks around to see if there’s any Staties around. He finds an opening in the middle of the highway and makes a quick U-Turn.
His tires screeches out as Harvey shifts quickly to 7th gear and hitting well over 100mph.
He makes his way back to The City as the camera pans up and over the highway.
We watch the taillights of Harvey’s Grand Sport Corvette get smaller and smaller as the scene fades.
AERITH vs LOTUS FLOJO
The camera focuses in on a room filled to the brim with computers and televisions. Every screen has a video package playing, showing off the likes of Empress, Evelyn Parker, Terra Daturas, Ashley Moore, Lotus Flojo, and of course Valkyrie.
Every video that displayed had notations flashing along the sides and corners, notes of every attack and weakness that displayed.
As the camera continued its motion a clattering noise could be heard in the distance, drawing the camera’s attention over to an unseen corner. It slowly moved forward, footsteps echoing off the concrete as they walked.
As the movement stopped, the camera lifted up, peering over to the darkness as the sound of whirring machinery sounded off in the shadows.
The camera seemed to drift up and down, as if taking a deep breath, before rounding the corner, catching sight of the figure. Hatsukyo Gin, gliding a mask under a rivet machine, piercing through the metal of the mask and bolting it into place.
She raised the mask up, staring into it before her head tilted and snapped over to the camera. Eyes glared to it, shining golden eyes, cybernetic veins pulsing with blue power as she focused on the camera. She turns to face the camera, marching towards it robotically before the lights shut off entirely.
Hatsukyo: Do you know what’s better about machines? What makes those like us...perfect?
The cold voice sounds out from the shadows before the camera is gripped by a pale hand, tearing it free from the hold of the cameraman as Hatsukyo looked deep into it, a smile on her face as her head tilted robotically.
She grips the lens a bit harder before closing her eyes and snapping her fingers, turning the lights back on.
Hatsukyo: The thing that makes machines better is that we are constantly adapting, learning, and improving. We do not tire, and we do not stop.
Hatsukyo: We do not cease our endless march as we seek to attain the glory that we deserve. So, that is why we machines are perfect. Because we know that perfection is never a single stop. It’s never ending, never stopping. And OCW has seen its share of ‘perfectionists’ in the business, hasn’t it?
Hatsukyo:After all, the entirety of Women’s Division here is built on perfection. Look at who heads it...Valkyrie. Yes, this whole division is built on perfection, but what does it matter?
Hatsukyo:
When they seek to attain human perfection? Human ideals? Everything in OCW is driven by these ideals, but I am here to change that. To turn it on its head.
She turns back to her ‘workstation’ walking towards it as she pressed a button on one of her computers. A set of the swirling machines came to life, syringes, forceps, needles, mechanisms of all kinds twirling around her left arm as they began to poke and prod at it.
A part of her arm opened, revealing the mechanisms on the inside as the devices entered inside of it, toying with the mechanisms and repairing the damage inside of them.
Her smirk tells the whole story as her eyes focus on the larger screen in front of her. A screen that simply had the OCW logo on it. She rolled her right shoulder as she clicked her teeth.
Hatsukyo: The day that I debut is going to be a very interesting day for all of you. It’ll be the day that you all get to see what you have been missing in the OCW universe.
Hatsukyo: Because you all have been tainted by worthless human performers. Useless human wrestlers. Limited human potential. But, you need not wait long.
Hatsukyo: And don’t think it’s a glitch when you see it appear. It’s not a hack, it’s not a glitch, it’s not a virus. It’s the future. I. Am the future. I am the Gold Machine. Welcome to the future.
She snaps her fingers once more, all the lights turning off except for the light shining from her eyes and from the revealed circuitry of her arm.
She hummed to herself as she continued to toy with her robotics before looking back to the tv. The screen flickered, glitching out until it reappeared with a countdown timer.
Hatsukyo: Axiom Program 330230 activated. Timer set. Countdown to Revolution begins now.
QUARTZ(c) vs TYSON WAGNER
The camera cuts to an underground parking garage near Madison Square Garden, New York. The area is packed full of autos, undoubtedly partially thanks to OCW--in fact, the only space we can see free is a handicap spot.
It’s quickly taken as well: by a large, ostentatiously long deep brown slab of 70’s Detroit iron, which the discerning eye would recognize as a Chrysler Imperial 4-door.
The door cracks and we see none other than Mr. Future Investment, Cort Marshall. He’s attired in a throwback of a suit almost as brown as the car. Cort pushes the door open, and it bangs against the car next to him with a loud clang.
Cort: Oops. It’ll buff out.
He closes his own door and plants a boot in the dent of the car next to him for good measure.
Cort: Pansy-ass alumimobiles…
He turns to the camera.
Cort: Oh, hello there. What a convenient coincidence that you were here, filming a random parking lot at the perfect time for me to show up… ah, who am I kidding, of course I paid you to be here... uh, what’s your name?
Cameraman (mumbling): Mike.
Cort: MIKE! Thanks for waiting. I paid you to be here so I could give my dear friend Tre Golden a message. Tre! Buddy! I heard you were looking for me! Now it’s unfortunate I wasn’t around earlier in the show, but let’s be realistic--who wants to watch that rookie sh*t anyway???
Cort pauses obnoxiously before letting out a big fake laugh.
Cort: HAH!
Cort takes a cigar out of his suit pocket and lights it up, for all the world looking like someone who wants to hunt down them Duke boys.
Cort: But I do have good news. I am inviting you to be the first guess on my new show, Straight Talk:™ with Cort Marshall.
Cort:
Watching all those OTHER interviewers in OCW, they just lack the panache, the skill, and--quite frankly--the balls to do their jobs as well as I could. And this is America, so when we see something we could do better, we do it better!
His eyes glint behind the aviators as he repeats the jingoistic catchphrase.
Cort: Say it with me, Mike, “We Do It Better!”
He waits for the cameraman to respond, but he doesn’t. Cort’s expression turns sour in a second.
Cort: Buncha slack-jawed jobbers ‘round here. Whatever! Turmoil, Tre. Just you and me… and the audience. Be there or… get the hell off my case!
Cort blows some cigar smoke into the camera and we fade out.
