Tyson is primed and ready for tonight’s triple threat matchup. He can’t wait to finally get his hands on Telos once again after he and Rust Cohle jumped him the last time they met.
Plus he has KD’s son Coolidge to worry about. For the first time since Inception began, Coolidge stands in their way.
KD holds up some punching mitts for Tyson. Tyson’s dreadlocks swings back and forth between each of strikes towards the mitts.
Cyborg: Hey partna. You know I called Harvey to come back to us. Hopefully he’ll show up tonight.
KD puts the punching mitts down. Tyson stops swinging and pulls his dreads back and wraps it with a hair tie.
KD: Yeah, hopefully. Seems like dudes been out of it for awhile. I would like for all of us to be together again.
Cyborg: We will brother you will see. Harvey says he’ll be here then he’ll be here.
Coolidge: Hey Pops! You coming up with a plan to defeat your son? Or are you rolling with me?
Coolidge walks into camera frame and does a playful shove to his father’s shoulders. KD looks at Coolidge and Tyson. He then looks between the both of them towards the end of the hallway.
KD: Son-of-gun he came.
H2O comes walking down the hallway.
H2O: Tyson! KD, you look surprised to see me.
KD: Come here, punk.
KD holds his hand put for H2O to shake. H2O reaches out to shake his hand and grabs him in for a bear hug.
H2O tries to wiggle out.
Coolidge: Stop trying brother. I never was able to get outta that.
H2O: Maybe KD should be the one that needs to body slam Quartz at Consequences.
Cyborg: You went there, Harvey?
H2O: How many times you’ve tried to bury Quartz and couldn’t. Part of becoming a better faction is to face reality.
KD: Reality is, we’re becoming a family again. Tonight lets show we’re still a strong family. I got your back tonight Tyson.
KD: You know, in case of any funny business from those Undisputed Tag Sissies.
Tyson and KD gives each other a fist bump.
H2O: It would be a great honor if I was to be able to accompany your son to the ring tonight, KD. Family shouldn’t be alone anymore.
H2O puts his arm around Coolidge. Coolidge nods his head “yes” while rubbing his beard.
KD: I’d appreciate that, Harvey.
Cyborg: All this bromance is just as disgusting as seeing CQC being nice. Let’s go fight!
All four men walk head towards the stage as the scene fades.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Gangs back together!
What do you mean gang? Boy you better stop playing!
The camera fades into the parking lot, Rust Cohle is walking alone with his championship draped over his shoulder. After a few solo steps, he stops, turning back inquisitively.
Rust: Are you okay?
The camera turns to see the focus of the Frenchman’s gaze to see Inness Quartz standing still, holding his title in one hand and his temple in the other.
Rust: Quartzy?
Quartz: I’m… Fine.
Quartz takes a step or two before dropping to one knee. Rust Cohle rushes back to his partner to check on him.
Rust: Woah! What’s going on?
Quartz raises his hand from his skull to Cohle, stopping him from coming closer.
Quartz: I am fine, Rustin.
The strap of Quartz tag team title is now resting on the concrete floor, but he takes care to not allow the full belt to touch the ground below as he struggles to keep his eyes open.
Rust watches on as Quartz finally raises to his feet.
Quartz: I have… I have to..
Rust Cohle continues over to his tag partner. Quartz finally opens his eyes and Cohle pats him on the back.
Rust: Hey man, you do what you need to do.
Quartz: Rustin… I’m not going anywhere.
Rust: Ha! You’re going home to rest. That’s where--
Quartz: No, that’s not what I mean.
Quartz: I mean I’m not going anywhere. We’re going to take down The Inception once and for all. We’re going to do it. You and me.
Rust grins at his partner, almost taken off guard by his sudden passionate speech.
Quartz: I know I haven’t been the most reliable in competition since… Since I came back, but I assure you that is going to change. I will not let you down at Consequence.
Rust: Well that’s not going to happen if you keep collapsing in random parking lots. Get back home and I’ll see you for Turmoil to take down Golden Cobra.
Quartz winces again, almost as if he is fending off a migraine. He nods to Cohle and walks back towards his vehicle.
As Quartz and Cohle go their separate ways, Quartz opens the driver door, before a hand slams it back closed.
A blurry, distorted, shaky view pans up and out of reality. Inness looks up to see a blue eye and a smug grin staring back at him.... The scene fades to black.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Well that ain't good!
YA DON'T SAY!
ODON KLEIN vs EL PARCA
The camera pans to the announce team.
WHAT THE HELL!!
HA!!!!
The scene opens with the camera following OCW World Heavyweight Champion, who is dressed in regular street clothes having not been scheduled for a match, as he makes his way through the backstage area, running a hand through his long beard, with his other hand firmly kept over the championship belt he owns.
???: HEY PAL!
Doc turns and faces the grizzled voice of Cort Marshall, who rushes into frame and squares up to Doc, towering over the champion being a good three or four inches taller. Cort raises the briefcase between them.
Cort: What would happen if a man were to catch the champ sleeping like that… and cash this in?
Doc: You play a funny game, Cort. All that integrity and courage you used to fight with, the greater good you used to fight for, and you gave it up for what?
Cort: For winning, obviously! The only thing that matters in life! You’ll see when I take Cobra for a cruise on the ass-beating express!
Doc: Whatever you say, gamer. I’ll tell you what, this is enough talk. Give me a call when you want to get serious about this championship business; you know I’ll be right on time.
Doc and Cort step forward, their chests almost touching as they stare daggers into each other, the commotion causing nearby arena staff to ultimately separate the two from having the altercation progress any further. As the two are being separated, Cort intensely points at Doc.
Cort: Anytime! Anywhere! You better have eyes in the back of your teacup, mate!
The scene fades as the two move out of frame.
Cort is just making friends with everyone!
Your sarcasm lacks a certain...well no it just sucks!
We return to bowels of Long Island City inside the warehouse Heather Angelo resides. Heather sits at a dusty metal table in the same area we found her dancing with “Flojo”.
This time “Flojo” is seen sitting down with her at the table. You can see the head of “Flojo” reattached from being slapped off by Heather previously.
You can also see stitches drawn in with a black permanent marker all around her neck like she was Frankenstein.
“Flojo” has her arm wrapped with a black trash bag from the injury she sustained by Empress.
Heather takes a sip of her drink as she stares at “Flojo.”
Heather: As I sit here and try to nurse you back together, it seems as though you still don’t respect me.
Heather: During The Clark Effect I thought we were going to have a nice conversation from one strong woman to another.
Heather: But little did I know I wasn’t dealing with a strong woman at all. I’m dealing “The Help”.
Heather: You see “Flojo” you are lost. You don’t have the slightest clue about where you’re going and what you’re dealing with.
With both hands, Heather takes a sip of her drink. Heather proceeds to follow up by talking to “Flojo” like a mother consoling an immature child.
Heather: You poor soul. Valkyrie has you brainwashed. I’m sure you constantly repeat to her…
Heather: “Yous kind, yous smart, yous important.” But uh-uh-uhhh.
Heather raises her finger up like she’s showing the number one and shakes it from left to right.
Heather: She’s only a shell of what she used to be which excites me. She’s not any of those things that you constantly think she is. Not anymore!
Heather: She is NOT kind. She is NOT smart and the vieja is NOT important!
Heather: Look how easy it is for little Miss Empress and Ashley Moore can get into her head.
Heather: You think she appreciates “The Help” you’ve given her so far?
Heather takes the last sip of her drink and puts it on the table as if she’s waiting for a response from this mannequin.
Heather: She doesn’t because YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING AS A FRIEND!
Heather stands up from her chair and does a spartan kick to the chest of “Flojo”. “Flojo” flips backwards along with the chair. Heather stares in disgust as she lays there stiffly on the ground.
Heather: You are ruining my plan! I want to eliminate all her friends but you are no friend of hers! You’re just wasting my time!
Heather calms down for a moment to regain some steady breathing. She closes her eyes and rubs her temples to calm her temper.
Heather: My doctor says I have to look on the brighter side of things when things don’t go my way. Valkyrie is indeed suffering a bit.
Heather chuckles to herself quickly and continues to rub her temples.
Heather: I need to inflict pain onto someone soon. I don’t care who it is but I need to be in that ring. So that when I face her at Consequence her death will come swiftly as possible and all of this will end as quickly as it started.
Heather leaves “Flojo” on the ground broken in pieces. The camera pans away from the mannequin to where Heather was standing but she’s gone.
Heather disappears in the midst of the night.
Possibly to Madison Square Garden or Barclays Arena, who knows. All we know she’s coming for you.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Well that's just spooky!
Flojo has no one to blame but herself!
TELOS vs TYSON WAGNER
vs COOLIDGE
The camera pans to the announce team.
That sent a message!
With authority!
Previously Recorded
The scene opens outside of a small industrial plant. At first sight, it looks completely abandoned.
You can see a white motorbike slowly approaching from the distance. The rider pulls up a few meters away from the entrance and takes off her helmet. It's Valkyrie.
She has a baseball bat holstered behind her back.
Valkyrie kicks the door open and makes her entrance. The building is completely abandoned. She takes a few steps inside, baseball bat in hand, as she notices a bunch of creepy looking men wandering around the area.
Valkyrie: HEY!
The criminals turn to face her
Valkyrie: I am here to get my family back. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way.
One of the men mutters something incomprehensible. He then closes in on her with a menacing look on his face
Valkyrie: Wait! It doesn't have to go down this way!
Valkyrie closes her eyes and swings the bat as strong as she could. The hit was so loud it echoed throughout the building. The man collapsed to the ground, completely out cold by the looks of it
Valkyrie: I know the truth…
Valkyrie: This is just a sick prank, a twisted mind game which escalated beyond your control. There's no ransom, no murder.
Valkyrie:
You are not even professional kidnappers. Just Yakuza goons who thought they were doing someone a favor, but in reality you got dragged into something much bigger than you.
Valkyrie: I know my parents are here. Let them go. Let me go.
Another man is now approaching her. Valkyrie quickly raises the bat again, ready to hit him. Instead the criminal puts his hands up and stops
???: Family… I take you to family. Follow.
Valkyrie exhales and put the baseball bat down. The man guides her to the debris, all the way to a small storage room. He opens the door and lets her inside.
And there they were. Both her mother and her father. She ran to them and hugged them, for what seemed to be an eternity.
Valkyrie: Mom! Dad! I'm so sorry for all of this. It's all my fault!
They scene fades as the family is now reunited
The camera pans to the announce team.
Reunited! and it feels so good!
Only Valkyrie would be dumb enough to go toe to toe with the Yakuza that's how you wind up in a ditch! I know some people who know some people who........BACK TO THE SHOW!
