There is a fever pitch inside Madison Square Garden as Doc Green steps right into Rust Cohle’s face. Antonio stretches his neck and follows suit, stepping beside his best friend and into the face of Quartz.
Both teams stand there for ten seconds… twenty seconds… thirty long seconds as the live crowd goes absolutely manic at the two teams stood before them.
”Yes!” chants break out, almost drowned out by the sea of noise created by this cataclysmic encounter between two of the strongest teams in OCW today. Not a word is exchanged, but the silent mutual respect felt between the two teams is palpable.
Antonio looks out to the crowd; the roar coming from Madison Square Garden is persistent and shows no sign of relenting. He raises his left eyebrow and looks back at Quartz.
He lifts his hand horizontally up to his forehead and moves it forward above Innes’ head to highlight the tag champ’s smaller stature. He smiles to himself and then continues staring back.
C.Q.C. reciprocates by grinning back at them and slowly nodding, not uttering a word either. Doc and Antonio’s music once again slams the arena PA as they step back and exit the ring to uproaring applause before the scene fades.
The cameras pan to the back where the crowd and those watching at home see both El Parca, and Aisu near catering talking. As the camera moves closer their conversation can be heard..
El Parca: Looks like you and I are teaming tonight.
El Parca: Now I’m a little skeptical about you considering you, Leo, and Odon all don’t seem to be big fans of me. But, one thing I need to know is can I trust you out there to watch my back during this match?
Aisu seems uninterested by what Parca is saying, looking at his phone.
Aisu: Hum..
El Parca: Uhhh hello? El Parca waves in front of his face Do you hear me? Jeez man act like you have some pride for goodness sake.. Seriously can I trust you to watch my back out there tonight?
Aisu: Don’t trust anybody. But since I have no choice but to be your partner tonight, let’s roll with it. And it will be the perfect test. Show me your pride. Since you have so much in you..
Aisu: Don’t worry. Follow my lead. Don’t be scared.
El Parca: Ya know.. El Parca sighs I really don’t get you amigo.. You wore the mask of a warrior and then you just abandon it? Whatever, tonight we will see what happens out there. I’ll see you then.
El Parca walks away from the cocky Aisu as Aisu can be seen with a conniving smile on his face as the cameras pan back to the announcers table..
Ashley Moore is in the backstage area doing selfies for her fans on Instagram. She is smiling a lot, showing the victory sign and posts the photos with inspiring quotes like “Always believe in your self-esteem.”, “If you never try, you will never fail.” and “It always shines bright on the brighter side.”.
When she takes another picture to post it, she suddenly notices a familiar face right behind her and her knees start to shiver immediately.
She turns around and there she is. Her former best friend, Empress.
Empress: Konichiwa, Ashley-san.
Ashley Moore: Wha… What do you want?
Empress walks closer to Ashley Moore, staring intensely and not saying a word or breaking eye contact.
As Empress gets closer Ashley Moore starts to back up till her back is against the wall.
She reaches up and grabs Ashley’s phone out of her hand and smashes it against the wall.
Empress: Stay the f*** away from me.
Ashley looks into Empress eyes with a forced smile.
Ashley Moore: It is not too late for you. You don’t have to do this. We can still be friends. You don’t have to assault people. You can be better than this.
Empress: This is your only warning. If you come near me again. Ore ha omae wo korosuzo! ( I’m going to kill you!)
Empress throws the broken phone on the ground. She looked down at her hand which is bleeding from the glass on the phone. Wiping the blood on Ashley’s outfit she turns to walk away.
Ashley Moore: Please, if you have to attack me, do it now and do it fast.
Hearing her words Empress turns back around and raises her fist in the air. Ashley cowers down, hands over her head, but Empress only pats Ashley on the head then turns and walks away.
Empress: Sayōnara, Ashley Moore.
Fresh off her victory against Kat, Estrella walks the halls backstage looking for Ashley Blaine. She crosses paths with Stacy Clarke, and stops beside her.
Estrella: Stacy… er, Ms. Clarke, have you seen Ashley?
Stacy raises an eyebrow at the earnest luchador.
Stacy: You can call me Stacy. And unfortunately, I have--and she didn’t want to talk to me much.
Estrella: A common theme with her, it seems?
Stacy laughs.
Stacy: Yes, she can be… difficult.
Estrella: Well as you saw I did what she asked, I proved myself… I was looking for her to see what else she’d have me do.
Stacy shakes her head.
Stacy: I don’t think you should bother her. You’ve seen what happens when she gets angry!
Estrella: I have. And I am still asking where she is, no?
Stacy sighs.
Stacy: Just over this way.
Stacy leads Estrella to Blaine’s lockerroom, before surreptitiously backing away and leaving Estrella alone. The luchador knocks at the door.
No response. Just as she raises her hand to knock again, the door swings inward violently, and she’s left face to... well, chest with the much taller Blaine.
Blaine: Stacy, for the last time, I don’t want no stinkin’ interview, so take your camera crew and shove it up your loose--oh.
Blaine finally notices.
Blaine: It’s you.
She waves a hand dismissively.
Blaine: Yeah, yeah, you won. Congratulations. You know how many matches I’VE won?
She starts mock-counting.
Blaine: Gee, it’s hard to keep track. That was just step one. You don’t get to interrupt my tv-and-beer time without being at the top of the stairs. Get outta here.
She tries to close the door but Estrella puts a palm up to it, stopping it.
Estrella: Play smug all you like. Soon you will realize I am worthy… and you would be foolish to rest on your laurels.
Blaine: I’ll rest on your broken back if you keep bothering me.
Blaine shoves the door shut with force, sending Estrella stumbling back. Estrella shakes her wrist in pain before glancing up at the camera.
Estrella: Charming woman, she is.
AISU & EL PARCA
vs.
LEO GRIMM & ODON KLEIN
We turn to what looks to be a local children’s entertainment center, complete with strange animatronic mascots roaming around, terrible pizza, and of course, the latest and (not so) greatest arcade games.
The camera turns over to a room separate from the normal festivities, where decorations and banners that read “Make A Wish” adorn the space. A few tables are set up, and two of them are set up right next to each other.
One table has The G.T.G.O.A.T. Nate Ortiz standing behind it, while the table next to his has the “Best in the World” Drago Cesar behind it. Bubba sitting right next to him.
In front of them sit a group of children no older than about ten years old, most of them with their parents. An older-looking woman wearing an indiscernible name tag stands between the two tables with a smile on her face, the host of the event.
Host: All right boys and girls, who’s ready to meet your favorite OCW heroes????
The kids cheer and flail their arms around in happiness. They talk amongst themselves for a minute.
Kid #1: I wanna pet Bubba!
Kid #2: Woah, is that really Nate Ortiz?
Kid #3: I heard he fought Abraham Lincoln!
The host eventually gets the children to simmer down.
Host: Now I want you all to form two lines in front of the tables. I know you can’t wait to meet them, but please be patient!
The children form the two lines as instructed. Finally as the kids approach the tables, Nate and Drago converse with them and sign some merchandise. A few minutes pass and the camera closes in on a conversation Drago has with one of the kids.
Kid #4: So you’re gonna kick Nate’s butt right?
Drago: I dunno, what happen happen I’m guess. No reason to want to hurt him too much, you know?
For some reason, Drago feels a strange presence, almost as if someone’s staring at him. Drago turns to his side and sees Nate signing an exclusive Franchize limited edition action figure (sold only on OCWSHOP.com). Drago shakes the feeling off.
The scene opens showing T.Y. Sparks Jr. sitting in the Rec room with B17’s glasses in his hand. Sparks turns his head to Sean who is sitting next to him.
Sparks: Aye man, do you think that I should return B17’s glasses?
Sean: Yeah I think you should. Sparks responds with a nod, walks out of the Rec room, and proceeds to Bingo’s locker room
Once Sparks makes it to B17’s locker room he searches around for his bag before he spots B17’s vest lying on a chair. Sparks looks around, grabs the vest, and runs
As he crashes out of the door he can hear footsteps coming down the hall. He jumps into a rolling laundry cart.
Sparks: Ugh.
He stifles his sounds of disgust.
B17: The numbers don't mean anything. Just B17. 17 that's it. That's it! H20 knows the numbers, doesn't he? He knows, he knows!
THUMP!
The door closed, Sparks makes a run for it.
B17: WHERE THE HELL IS MY JACKET!?
The camera cuts back to Sparks running into the Rec Room and closes the door.
Sean: So did you return the gla-... why do you have his vest in your hand?
Sparks: I was returning the glasses and his vest was right there staring at me so I grabbed it and ran here.
Sean shakes his head in disappointment as the scene fades to black.
