Everrett, pumped up from the ovation from the crowd, rips off his hoodie and throws it as far as he can into the crowd. He grabs a mic and turns back towards Doc Green.
Antonio: You really thought you could keep me away from this? You really thought that I would lay on my back for somebody who backstabbed me after I’ve done so much for them?
Antonio:
You are delusional Doc Green! You should know me well enough that I wouldn’t lay down for you because if I didn’t turn up tonight that would be letting you win!
Doc Green, still facing towards Everrett, slowly makes his way up the ramp. With his arms up in a dismissive motion, he stops halfway up and stares as the crowd ramps up in intensity, chanting the name of the man in the ring.
Everrett: Then again, Doc, that’s what it’s always been about for you: winning. Don’t believe me?
Everrett: Let me take you back to Certified Greatness. You got handed a world title opportunity, but what did I have to do? I had to stick my goddamn neck out against the best in the world just to feel like I could hold a candle to you.
Everrett:
And I did it, I won , yet you made sure the world was only talking about Doc Green!
Doc Green manages to sneak out a wry smirk at the mention of his world title victory. At this point, he turns away and starts walking towards the back.
Antonio: You can go when I’m finished with you!
Doc doesn’t turn back to face Antonio, but stops intently to listen. Everrett is audibly breathing heavily down the microphone.
Antonio: You made sure the world didn’t care about me because you couldn’t bear the thought of me being successful! I always knew you were selfish, but for too long I’ve let it slide and justified your actions irrationally.
Antonio:
But get this, I’m sick of it! The shackles are off for me as well Doc, and yeah my leg might be a little banged up, but under no circumstances is that gonna ever stop me from giving you the beating you’ve deserved for way too long!
Doc doesn’t at any point turn back to face his former best friend, instead he just saunters to the back, chuckling slightly to himself. The crowd continues to cheer for Everrett inside the ring.
Crowd:Ev is gonna kill you! Ev is gonna kill you! Ev is gonna kill you!
Antonio: That’s right Doc, walk away, just how your mother raised you, right? Hey, since I’m out here right now I might as well get it all off my chest, how does that sound?
The crowd cheer once again and going into a ‘Yes’ chant. He looks around at the crowd for a moment and leans forward to the hard camera.
Antonio: When you turned your back on me at Anniversary, I was angry, I was upset, I was heartbroken, but in no way shape or form was I surprised at what you did to me.
Antonio:
In a funny way I always knew this day was going to come, I knew one day your ego was going to outgrow you to the point where you thought stepping over me was your only option.
He pauses to catch his breath.
Antonio: We had something special Doc, the Uncrowned was the first thing I ever loved in my life. When we were just skinny young kids playing pretend in your back garden, you were the one who convinced me that we were going to do this for life.
Antonio:
And maybe you’re right, in a crazy way we are destined to do this forever.
Tears are beginning to well up in Everrett’s eyes as he continues his impassioned speech.
Antonio: My leg might be a tad beat up but you are looking at the most motivated, the most dangerous, the most complete version of Antonio Everrett that has ever existed, and I know exactly who I am supposed to be.
Antonio:
I am not a tag team wrestler, I am not your sidekick. I am your beginning, middle and end Doc Green and you will find that out very, very soon.
The second he finishes his sentence he drops the mic and the crowd whips up into a frenzy.
Crowd:Ev is gonna kill you! Ev is gonna kill you! Ev is gonna kill you!
Everrett climbs to the top rope and cups his ear with his right hand. Tears have now formed on the cheeks of Antonio, but he is smiling widely, appreciating the ovation from the crowd. He blows a kiss to the crowd and makes his way to the back slowly, fist bumping a few crowd members on his way out.
In the open area of one of the many corridors in the arena, Elsa prepares for her match tonight. There is a loud *THWACK* as she retracts her kick from the pads Jehst is holding up.
Jehst: Good! One of those to Flojo's head should do the trick for sure.
She grabs a nearby water bottle and takes a swig.
Elsa: Flojo is tough. A lot of people saying she is easily beaten, but I seeing the animal in her.
Jehst: You're not wrong, but we've gotta keep our eyes on the prize here, Elsa, and that's getting a victory over her tonight.
????: Ain't happening, Hollywood.
The pair turn and look off-screen as the camera pans to reveal Lotus Flojo leaning against a pillar with her arms crossed.
Flojo: I got knocked out of that tournament before I got what I wanted, so tonight’s my chance to step back up to the plate.
She looks over to Elsa.
Flojo: And this Swedish twig is gonna be my stepping stone.
Elsa’s eyebrow raises.
Elsa: If I remembering correctly, I beat you and Empress in Triple Threat in Main Event of Turmoil previously, so what make you think I can’t do again?
Lotus smirks.
Flojo: Because this time, I’ve got more to lose…I’ve been beaten by Heather and you last season, this time around, I’ve beaten her. You’re next on my list.
FloJo: Guess you can say I’m on a bit of a redemption arc. See ya, space cowgirl.
She turns slowly and begins to walk away.
Jehst: You shouldn’t underestimate this one, Flojo.
She stops and turns walks towards Jehst and Elsa and drapes her arm around Elsa’s shoulder
Flojo: Listen, listen, here you two. I know you guys are used to seeing stars on the regular… FloJo reaches her hand towards the ceiling
FloJo: Tonight however, you’ll be seeing a different kind of star...When I drop you on your head for that One...Two...Three strikes you’re out and the whole ballgame!!!
FloJo: Lights! Camera! Action!
Suprisingly, Elsa starts to move forward, but Jehst stops her and grips her shoulders. Flojo wanders off-screen.
Jehst: Don’t let her get in your head.
She takes a deep breath as she looks him in the eye.
Elsa: Put those pads back on…
Jehst smirks and nods, impressed with Elsa’s spirit.
Jehst: Alright, alright.
As he grabs the kick pads from the chair he placed them on, the scene fades out.
EL PARCA OPEN CHALLENGE
The OCW Universe erupts in cheers and screams in excitement for RIOT. . All of their attention is drawn to the X-tron, where we find Joshua Tucker sitting on a steel chair in the locker room, he is sporting his special edition "LET'S GO” headphones.
He sits with his hands interlocked, while he rests his elbows on his knees. He bounces his right leg repeatedly while angrily staring at the wall in front of him. After a moment he takes a deep breath and stands up quickly.
Tucker-Time to get to the bottom of this!
He says as he walks towards the locker room door. The camera man backs up then follows as Tucker takes off down the hall on a mission.
Tucker-REESE!
He shouts as he spots Mark Reese down the hall. Tucker lowers his headphones from his ears to around his neck as he approaches Reese, who turns around and rolls his eyes at the sight of a clearly unhappy Tucker marching towards him.
Tucker- Oh, don’t roll your eyes at me! You had to know I was going to come looking for you after what happened after my match on Riot.
Reese shakes his head in confusion as Tucker continues
Tucker-”If you’re gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough”.
He says mimicking a previous statement from Reese
Tucker-Well Reesey boy, I’m still standing, so gather your bugman friend and LET’S GO!!
The Mantis: Is my name so hard to recall?
The camera pans to The Mantis, who had just entered the locker room. He walks over to Reese and Tucker.
The Mantis: Good evening, gentlemen. Especially to you, Mr. Tucker. I heard about your…incident last week on Riot. You have my sincere condolences, and I hope that they didn't get you too badly.
Tucker looks at The Mantis angrily
Tucker-Save it. All I can think of right now is that one, or both of you, are responsible for my attack. Any reason why I should think differently? I’m all ears, boys.
Tucker says, then stares at both Mantis and Reese
The Mantis: What reason would Mark or I need to orchestrate something so crass and lowly? You seem to be missing a vital component called proof, Tucker.
Tucker averts his eyes down to the ground for a moment then back
Tucker-You DO have a point there, but I will get my proof one way or another!
The Mantis: We'll be waiting.
Tucker pushes past both men while raising his headphones back to his ears as the scene fades
The inside of what looks to be the inside of a….space ship? Some kind of unidentified flying object. The camera pans to two familiar faces sitting on a pair of tables; Drago and his good friend Bubba. Bubba looks quite interested in the location while Drago strokes his chin.
Drago: Pretty sure this not soundstage.
Suddenly, a hissing xenomorph steps out from the shadows and inspects these fascinating specimens, likely preparing to do research.
Bubba looks like he’s enjoying himself, reaching his paw out to the alien to see if it’s real or not. The xeno pokes Bubba, and the lion instinctively growls. The alien retracts, and seemingly loses its interest in the giant cat. The alien turns toward Drago and hisses.
Drago: Hey!
The alien reaches in a nearby drawer, while Bubba is escorted out of the premises by another alien wearing Timbs, descending back to Earth with some sort of tractor beam.
Drago spaces out, but his state of stupor doesn’t last long as he is greeted by the slam of a giant book on the table. The cover has the OCW logo up front followed by some strange unseen language.
Drago: What this?
Drago opens the ancient text. It is lined with images of wrestlers past, with several scenarios drawn out that depict certain situations; some situations have a happy alien drawn next to it, others have an angry alien drawn next to it.
Drago looks up at the alien.
Drago: This some kind of rulebook or something?
The xenomorph hisses once again while gingerly bobbing its big head up and down. Drago scoffs and tosses the book away.
Drago: I elected to lead, not to read! Why follow rules? I wanna win!
The “Best in the World” turns to the view of the camera and delivers the most contempt of stares right into our souls.
The alien isn’t having any of it, grabbing Drago by the back of the satin jacket and throwing him off the UFO.
Drago: AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Meanwhile at the P3 Soundstage…..
The Overlord looks at his Gucci Versace Yeezy Apple Watch, shaking his head. Bubba and Mac are sitting next to each other, waiting for the show to start.
The Overlord: Where the hell is that dummy?
Suddenly, a giant “thump” is heard on the rooftop.
The Overlord: Hm. Glad we reinforced that ceiling with steel.
The sound of grunting and someone sliding off the roof is heard. After a few minutes, Drago limps over to the couch, much to the fanfare of the crowd.
Drago: Sorry I late!
Overlord: Well, old sport, I dunno how to get guests. So I hope you had someone in mind.
Drago takes a deep breath and pulls out some tactical goggles with some sort of nightvision, wearing it over his eyes.
Drago: Lady and gentlemen, he is our lord and savior! Successful rapper, great actor! He follow us on the Twitter! JOHN CENA!!!!
For some reason, “Fred” plays the first five seconds of “The Night The Lights Went Out in Georgia” repeatedly while…...an invisible man steps out from behind the curtain. The Overlord mouths a “WTF” while Drago….shakes the invisible man’s hand. The cloaked figure’s outline sits on the couch.
Overlord nudges Drago.
Overlord: How do you see him? I really can’t see him. You think he can even hear me?
John Cena: Oh I hear you loud and clear buddy.
The Overlord has the surprised emoji face for a second there.
Overlord: Incroyable old sport. Bravo for getting such a powerful guest…..
Drago: You know you are becoming a nicer person.
The Overlord: TOO BAD NOBODY CAN SEE HIM BUT YOU, MORON. WE HAVE OUR LORD AND SAVIOR IN THE ROOM AND I CAN’T EVEN SEE HIM. LOOK AT ME.
Overlord starts swinging in the general direction in front of him.
The Overlord: DO I KNOW IF IM HITTING HIM?! MAYBE IM COMING CLOSE STUPID.
Drago pulls out a Snickers bar from his back pocket and hands it to The Overlord.
Drago: Have Snickers, sometimes you aren’t yourself when you hungry.
The Overlord takes the Snickers bar and takes a big chomp out of it.
Drago: Better?
The Overlord looks around for a second.
The Overlord: NO! I STILL DON’T SEE JOHN CENA!
John Cena: I’m right here on the sofa buddy.
The Overlord: HOW DO I KNOW IF THAT'S TRUE.
The Overlord swings his arm towards the couch and its suddenly stopped by an invisible hand. The Overlord’s eyes widen as he pulls his arm back quickly.
The Overlord: Well…..touche. I apologize Mr. Cena.
Drago: So I must ask, what make you follow us on Twitter?
John Cena: I was perusing my timeline on Twitter when I noticed one of my dear old friends liked a post from your owner, Mr. Sensation. He was discussing the state of this….OCW 2k20 game? It was quite colorful. Much like your show.
The Overlord rolls his eyes at the mention of Our Hero.
The Overlord: Ah yes. Our ZERO. Stupid dummy can’t keep his mouth shut.
Drago: Stupid dummy? As oppose to what? Smart dummy?
Drago starts laughing at his own joke, and the rest of the cast joins him as well except for The Overlord. The angry panda man’s eyebrow twitches in rage. He stands from his seat, pointing his finger at Drago.
Mugen: You cheeky son of a bitch. YOU THINK YOU’RE SMARTER THAN ME???
Drago holds his arms out.
Drago: Hey, hey, is just joke! Is just a prank!
The Overlord leaps to tackle Drago but is caught mid-air by the esteemed guest, who then throws him up on his shoulders.
Drago: No wait! Put him down!
John Cena: …..Ok.
The Overlord: AAAAAHHHHH HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
John Cena then utilizes the invisible hustle particles to launch The Overlord through the table.
We see a short woman wearing a black oversized sailor moon sweater and black leggings. The camera pans around revealing it’s Empress.
She makes her way up to the Office of the OCW General Manager, Legend and Hall of Famer Tiberius Octavian Dupree. She bangs on the door before swinging it open with enough force that it nearly knocks down his golden nameplate.
As Empress storms her way into the office and up to the desk. She starts yelling and banging on the one of a kind expensive mahogany desk repeatedly.
Empress: Hofuku o yokyu shimasu! Teddo ni taisuru hofuku o yokyu shimasu!
Ashuri mua ni taisuru hofuku o yokyu shimasu!
( I demand retribution!. I demand retribution against Ted! I demand retribution against Ashley Moore!)
Empress: Karera wa watashi o damashimashita. Kata ga agatta. Arina o kinikakeru sono Chu no daremoga sore o miru koto ga dekimashita.
(They cheated me. My shoulder was up. Everyone in that whole damn arena could see it.)
Empress slams her hands down on the expensive mahogany desk, Dupree doesn’t immediately respond. Instead he finishes off his current paperwork with a fanciful stroke of his signature and stamp of the official OCWFED seal.
Empress: Teddo wa kaiko niataisuru! Soshite, ashuri wa sono taitoru o hakudatsu sa reru hitsuyo ga arimasu!
(Ted deserves to be Fired! And Ashley needs to be stripped of that Title! )
Dupree: First of all don’t you ever barge in my office like that unless you are accompanied by a maple flavored snack as recompense. You don’t look like you have a maple flavored snack, so you must not know how things work around here.
Dupree: Second, my Japanese may be a little rusty, but I do believe you said we should Ted should be fired? Is that what I heard, young Beryl?
He cracks his classic half smile and holds up the document he just signed and stamped.
Dupree: We just renewed his contract for another 15 years of service.
Empress: Anata wa watashi o karakatte iru hitsuyo ga arimasu! Do shita no? Min'na nasu!
(You have got to be kidding me! What is wrong with you? The guys a f****** Nuisance! )
Empress scowls then literally tries to snatch the contract but Tibby smoothly evades. His classic half smile then becomes a full on grimace as he points to two large file cabinets.
Dupree: These are folders full of complaints from talent about Ted’s incompetence, some are even my own from just a few seasons ago.
Dupree: But what I didn’t understand then what I very much understand now, is that Ted is quite frankly the only referee in any known galaxy WILLING to step in a ring with you animols on a daily basis.
Dupree: Do you know how many times Ted has complained about one of you taking a Singapore cane to the back of his skull? Or complained about having to officiate a 4 hour show with bruised ribs and fractured fingers?
Empress gives a slight smirk at the thought of hitting Ted with a Singapore cane before going back to being pissed off.
Dupree: The answer to that question is zero, zero phreaking times Empress. So you're telling me to fire a man who is tough enough to call K’Dangelo a sissay, to fire a man who has more days of service than Kasstianity has buckets of face paint, just NO...NO!
Dupree: And above all else you barge in here uninvited without any phreaking maple flavored snacks! Just...just get the hell out of my office or I’ll have you phreaking removed from my office!
The OCW GM rises up from his absurdly extravagant chair looks Empress square in the face and sharply points his well manicured index finger towards the door. Empress continues to stare daggers into the OCW GM’s eyes for a few minutes before turning to leave.
Empress: Teddo wa anata to onaji kurai koko ni iru ni ataishimasen! Anata wa ibutsu o kuso! Dakara anata wa watashi ga hoshi mono o watashi ni ataeru ka, anata no kanzen ni hyohaku sa reta kirainahito ni sono nafuda o tsukidasudeshou!
Empress: If you won’t do something about Ashley Moore being a piece of shit Champion and screwing me out of MY CASE! I’ll do it myself! Her blood is on your perfectly manicured hands! Yowamushi.
Empress storms out his office slamming the doors behind her, this time Dupree hears his nameplate hit the dirty floor outside his office. Tibby sighs as the camera fades to black.
