The X-tron switches to a camera backstage to an interview space where we see Jim Black seemingly the hardest working man on Riot about to give an interview.
Jim Black: Ladies and gentlemen, what a start already to season 15 of OCW.
Jim Black:
We’ve had a major announcement take place earlier in the week that their will be a triple threat match to determine the number 1 contender for the OCW International Championship which was recently won by Thomas Archer.
Jim Black:
The winner of this triple threat match will go on to face the champion at the 15th anniversary show of OCW.
Jim Black: So, I would like to now bring on one of the competitors for this triple threat match, and one of the hottest rookies in OCW, Danny Watts.
Danny Watts comes into shot with a somewhat determined look on his face.
Jim Black: Danny, Later on tonight, you have your first opportunity for a shot at your first title, the International Championship. What is going through your mind right now?
Danny Watts: A lot honestly, the loss I had against Jupiter, my latest win against TY Sparks at No Sleep Till Brooklyn, this being my first chance at gold. So much tonight honestly. I have two major opponents tonight as well. It’s going to be an unreal match and I’m nervous but confident…
Watts turns his head, straightens his posture and puts on a tough face as Maxx Edwards comes into shot looking into the distance.
Maxx smiles and takes off his shades before finally looking at Watts.
Maxx: Danny, Danny, Danny, there is no need to worry.
Watts becomes confused temporarily before quickly resuming his former stern look.
Maxx: Once we all get out there, you’ll quickly realize that you never stood a chance in the first place. Then, you’ll lay on your back and get pinned by yours truly before falling into the realm of irrelevance from which you came from.
Watts: Listen he-
Maxx: Relax, Relax! The night is young and you’re getting in the ring with MAXX FUCKING EDWARDS. Enjoy yourself!
Watts squares his shoulders with Maxx’s before Benjamin Moore comes into frame.
Maxx: Benji! Tell this man how you both have no chance against me tonight!
Benji stops midway of his hallway stroll and turns to look at the two rookies that seemed to be boasting about their own egos.
Benjamin: "Who yu talking to?"
He says not fully engaging into the convo at hand.
Benjamin: "Yu can't be talking to Benji Moore for Benji Moore never addressed yu. Speak to me when spoken to, or see me in dat ring sooner then now. There's no way in all of the heavens that either of yu two will beat me, and that's a fact!"
Danny moves into Benji's face and looks slightly down on him.
Danny: Or what, what are you going to do? You shouldn't even be in this match. You lost your shot when you failed in the Archer Academy. You lost to TY Sparks, a man I've beaten numerous times and got destroyed by The Uncrowned at Devil's Night!
Out of nowhere, Maxx Edwards hits Danny Watts with a superkick, knocking him to the ground.
Maxx Edwards looks at Benjamin before extending his hand as an offer of truce.
Benjamin contemplates the offer and accepts it, shaking hands with Maxx before knocking him down with a smooth right hand.
Benjamin feints a punch at the cameraman, causing him and Jim Black to quickly run away.
The scene comes to its end as the screen starts to fade black with nothing but running footprints being heard in the background.
EL PARCA vs ANTONIO EVERRETT
OCW staff rush by the camera from left and right, in and out of focus, as we hear a female voice in the background.
???: Justin! I have great news!
The last of the staff members exit scene leaving both Elsa Holmberg and Justin Jehst in view, standing by the wall.
Jehst looks up from his phone to greet her.
Jehst: You got me a booking?
She looks blank for a second before tuning back into her excitement.
Elsa: No! Look!
She raises and unravels a poster in her hands revealing the Queen of OCW Tournament, Jehst raises his sunglasses up and onto his forehead before leaning forward to look at it.
Elsa: My first tournament in the OCW! I so happy!
Jehst: Good for you; you deserve it.
As the camera slowly pans to the right, showing the corridor, we see a face familiar from Devils Night; one of Kasstianity’s newest members, TY Sparks.
Showing signs of an obvious lingering ailment from after his match, he makes his way into frame, standing next to Jehst.
Justin turns to him and slowly slides his sunglasses off his forehead and back down onto his face. He crosses his arms and looks on at TY with disappointment.
Jehst: You should’ve listened to my advice, Sparks. Now you’re running with some demon worshipping necrophiliacs.
Sparks brushes the dig aside.
TY: Listen, we saw you at Devils Night speaking to the crowd -
Justin interrupts.
Jehst: - Good, I hope you took some notes on how to work a microphone.
Sparks gives a half smirk and shrugs it off.
TY: I don’t need microphones when I’m getting PPV matches.
Justin lets out a short laugh before slowly moving up to Sparks.
Jehst: Pity you got your ass handed to you by two of the finest gentlemen I’ve had the pleasure of sharing a drink with; the Uncrowned.
The crowd in the arena can be heard cheering as the name of the British tag team is mentioned.
Jehst: You should of listened to me, kid. You should’ve walked your own path. B-17 is out for himself - you’ll always be kept in the shadow of his ego.
TY: How’s “walking your own path” worked out for you? Your girlfriend over here’s getting more matches than you; hell, she even Main Evented Turmoil last season. How many Main Event’s have you been in?
TY’s facetious comments catch Jehst’s ire as he pulls his sunglasses off his face and holds them by his side. He stares daggers into Sparks soul. Elsa looks on.
Jehst: I see your time with Kasstianity’s turned you into an asshole too, huh? I’ve competed at Wrestlution both seasons I’ve been here in OCW - being put on those cards tells me all I need to know about how management view me and my value to OCW.
Jehst:
So you can come and talk trash and try and tear me down, and sure, I may not win every match, but at least I know I didn’t sacrifice my god-damn soul just to feel like I belong somewhere!
Sparks is taken aback by Justin’s cutting words.
Jehst: I’m my own man; I had to be in Hollywood. Surrounded by vultures and fakes was the norm. So I know when someone’s faking - it takes an actor to see an actor, TY.
Sparks begins to grit his teeth, Jehst’s words getting to him.
TY: You’re just jealous you weren’t the one chosen by B to be mentored to greatness!
Jehst: If that lunatic approached me to join your little Día de Muertos cosplay group I would’ve slapped the paint off of his plus-sized head.
TY: He would’ve beat the crap outta you.
Jehst: Like he did to you at Devils Night?
Sparks, holding his rib area, looks down sheepishly before responding.
TY: I don’t have to listen to this…
He begins walking off screen as Jehst shouts out to him.
Jehst: There’s still time, kid! Pack your bags and come home from Juggalo Camp before it’s too late!
He looks over to Elsa and shrugs with a smirk before we fade out to the next segment.
#1 Contender
International Championship at
OCW 15 Year Anniversary Show! DANNY WATTS vs BENJI MOORE vs MAXX EDWARDS
The cameras pan to the back as the CCW Champion Wrex can be seen standing near a catering table with a plate in hand watching one of the monitors. From behind him out comes El Parca. El Parca, knowing who Wrex is, eyes immediately widen, as he starts walking toward Mr. CCW..
El Parca: Ahhh look at this! Mr. CCW, Mr. Turmoil, The CCW Champion of the World! WREX! How are ya amigo? Pleasure seeing you over here!
El Parca extends his hand over to Wrex in a formal handshake..
Wrex: Who the hell are you?
El Parca: Uh.. I am El Parca? I was just on Devil’s Night fighting for the LHW Championship? I’m fighting Antonio Everett tonight..? You really don’t know me?
El Parca draws his hand back as he doesn’t feel Wrex as very receptive of his friendship..
Wrex: Ah right, you’re the masked guy who walked into a finish. That s**t was great.
El Parca looks at Wrex baffled by what he has just said..
El Parca: Did you not see the match? I wouldn’t call it walking into a finish as I had just down a reverse-rana and got caught off guard. Also, if you don’t recall I didn’t get pinned.
Wrex: Gotta have eyes in the back of your head rookie, lesson one of OCW. They not teach you this in Mexico?
El Parca: Haha.. ah so very funny.. Ya see in Mexico they taught me many things. My family for one, taught me honor, and courage. Something I guess you’re not too familiar with huh?
El Parca: Yea know.. It’s unfortunate that I had a match tonight and you do as well, because, I’m sure I could show you a few things Mexico taught me if we got in the ring together.
Wrex: Kid I’ve been doing this a long time, If anyone would be doing the teaching it would be me.
El Parca visibly laughs under his mask as he pats Wrex on the back
El Parca: By all means.. If you want to teach me something...
El Parca gets real close to Wrex’s face
El Parca: Then teach me it.
Wrex: Touch me again rookie, see what happens.
El Parca puts his hands up in the air and backs up slowly
El Parca: Whoa, whoa, easy there killer.. No harm meant amigo but that lesson you were talking about? I’m more than willing to accept it. Name when and where I’ll be there.
Wrex: Turmoil’s next week. Wanna learn how not to screw up a big match? Maybe give that a watch.
El Parca: Ahh a champ who wasn’t even paying attention to his own show.. Tsk tsk tsk, ya see Wrex. I’ve came to Turmoil and won actually. So I guess I got that lesson there champ.
El Parca: But hey, who knows.. El Parca shrugs his shoulders perhaps maybe I’ll pop up next week and come see what’s all the rave.
Wrex: Kid.. I said a big match, as in a main event. The undercard’s never really been my thing, but you know what. I’ll give it a watch next week. Just for you.
El Parca: Perhaps we can have another one of these little talks when I swing on by. But, in the meantime, I’m sure you have some things to do before your fight with H2O. I’ll be seeing you around Champ can’t wait to El Parca puts up air quotes “learn” more lessons from you.
El Parca then walks past Wrex patting him on the back and disappearing before Wrex can even turn around.
Wrex: Kids got balls I’ll give him that.
He drops the paper plate onto the floor and grabs his title.
Wrex: Can’t wait to clip them.
The cameras pan away as Wrex heads back towards the locker rooms.
The P3 Soundstage 6900 lights up with Drago and Mugen already sitting in their respective places, wasting no time getting things started.
Drago: Ladies and gentlemen, we have something very special for you tonight.
Mugen: It’s STORY TIME!!!!
Mugen pulls out a massive book from underneath the desk and is about to slam it onto the desk, but Drago holds out a hand and stops him at the last possible moment.
Drago: NO!
A dumbfounded Mugen stares at Drago.
Mugen: Old sport, you usually embrace us pointlessly breaking furniture.
Drago: Yes, usually, but our guest wouldn’t really appreciate. They very eco-friendly. We present to you: The Troupe!
The studio audience claps as the trio make their way from behind the curtain. Drago politely leaves the couch and motions for one of the crew members to bring something. In the meantime, Terra, Elsa, and Dragana take their seats on the couch. Bubba peeks out from behind the couch and approaches Elsa, who pets him on the head.
Elsa: Good cet.
Mac jumps up onto Terra’s shoulder and starts barking.
Terra: Oh… He is adorable!
Mugen: Yes, he is my son.
Drago awkwardly turns to Mugen.
Drago: Son? Didn’t you have another son?
Mugen: Well…..
The feed cuts to a flashback of Mugen hoisting his white son Anthony Baker over his head.
Mugen: YOU WILL LEARN ONE DAY!!!! I LOVE YOU BUT YOU ARE NO LONGER MY SON!!!!
Baker: DAD! I’M SORRY!!!! IT’LL NEVER HAPPEN AGA-
Mugen throws the poor manchild over the bridge into the water below. The footage cuts back to modern day Mugen stroking his chin, thinking quite deeply.
Mugen: As a matter of fact, I didn’t! Anyways, you three ladies specifically requested to be on the show tonight. Why is that?
Terra: Mr. Mugen, there is a Queen of OCW tournament on the horizon. We must win in order to vanquish Kasstianity. Dragana has told us that the last person to win such a contest is the last King of OCW, that being her brother, Mr. Drago. We come to him to seek advice.
The camera turns to the audience to show the Sensational Impersonator, now decked out in a karate gi (with a white belt) and timbs. He puts on a paper Burger King crown and puffs up his chest in an attempt to look tough.
Sensational Impersonator: I’M THE KING OF THIS PLACE AND Y’ALL JUST PAYING RENT!
Mugen: I see. Well, why isn’t Dragana in the tournament?
Elsa: Dragana still hurting.
Terra:De Regina Silens has not fully recovered from the injuries she suffered -
Mugen leans in from behind the desk, raising an eyebrow and cutting off Terra’s answer.
Mugen: Conspiracy you say?
Terra looks around confused and smiles, unsure what to say.
Mugen: TOO MANY CONSPIRACIES AROUND HERE RECENTLY, OLD CHAP!
Drago sighs.
Drago: Because think about it. I was last King of OCW. If she win Queen of OCW, it would be little…..weird. You know, because we…
Dragana clears her throat and gives Drago a stern look.
Drago: Right. Uh… so yeah, story time!
Finally, a throne made of paper and organza slides into the stage and Drago takes a seat. With the magical power of CGI and makeup artists, his hair becomes gray and he suddenly grows a large beard. He places his elbow on the arm rest and rests his chin on his fist. He looks to the side of the stage toward “Fred”.
“Fred”: Oh. Yeah.
“Fred” has a pair of tribal drums sent to him by the stage crew and he starts wailing on them with a pair of giant clubs, the beat almost like a quick heartbeat. The camera focuses back on Drago.
Drago: Tonight we tell tale of bravery and fortitude. How a man start with nothing and become king.
The feed shows footage of an unusually muscular Drago in a loincloth swinging at the air with a giant sword.
Drago: In era of savages…..
The screen flashes with the title “DRAGO THE BARBARIAN”. The footage shows a tournament bracket carved on a giant rock. As time passes, the names of the losing contestants are crossed out until there are only two; Drago and Parker.
Drago The Barbarian sits at the head of a huge dinner table with many of his followers. One of them asks the question….
Follower: What is best in life?
Follower #2: Timbs b. WEPPPAAAA!!!
Follower: WRONG! Drago! What is best in life?
The camera focuses in on Drago.
Drago The Barbarian: CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES. SEE DEEZ NUTZ DRIVEN BEFORE YOU. AND HEAR THE LAMENTATION OF THE ROOKIES!
The crowd roars in approval along with a prehistoric, slightly unkempt Bubba sitting right beside Drago.
It is the night of the finals.
6969 B.N. (Before Nate)
Drago and…..”Parker” (portrayed by Graham Greene III) square off in what looks to be the middle of nowhere with a prehistoric cross-eyed Ted between them.
Ted: Ug. No bite. No eye poke. I go bathroom now.
Ted walks away, leaving the pair to battle. “Parker” stares intently at Drago.
“Parker”: I’m like a black Parker Stevens or somefin. Somefin somefin Star Wars.
Drago breaks character for a moment.
Drago: You supposed to read script.
“Parker”: Oh. Ahem.
GGIII starts reading from a cue card in the distance.
“Parker”: ...u w0t m8?
Drago suddenly cuts “Parker” ‘s head off with one swift sword swing.
“Parker”: m8 w0t the f0k happened to my ‘ead?
He drops dead. A post-tournament ceremony shows Drago The Barbarian sitting at the same seat he sits at now.
Drago The Barbarian: King of de castle, king of de castle, go do this, go do that!
He spikes a prehistoric mic down on the ground for no reason. The footage cuts to the modern day, with Drago sitting at the throne. Mugen thinks about the situation while The Troupe sits amazed.
Elsa: This sound like crazy movie!
Terra: What a violent era…..Is this Parker ok?
Drago: Oh, he fine. I’m think he run Star Wars convention or something. Is that all you need to know?
Elsa: I’m think so. Thank you for perspective.
Terra: Thank you, Mr. Drago, for your insight. We will show everyone that we are past these so-called savage times, and we will usher in a new era of love!
An impressed Mugen nods.
Mugen: As the King of Kindness, I have no choice but to approve!
Bubba stands on his hind legs and spreads his arms out while growling.
Drago: He say group hug!
Everyone gathers together, wrapping their arms around each other for a giant group hug. The crowd lets out a collective “awwww”.
Mugen: Well old sport, we did it. We didn’t break anyth-
???: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Suddenly, Young Ryan falls from the rafters onto the desk below, breaking it in two.
