On the X-Tron, darkness fills the screen. A familiar voice echoes through a dark, smokey room.
Voice: I remember.
Voice: He remembers.
Voice: He's always remembered.
Through the smoke, a pregnant woman signs an official document before fading out once again.
Soon, another image. The woman and her young husband embrace as the young newborn is carried out of the room.
Voice: How we ended up here, in the same place, at the same time...?
Another image, the newborn has grown to an age, no older than 3. He walks out of a large building anxiously with a different man and woman, with smiles on their faces.
The boy and the young couple walk out into the snowy field and to a car and the smoke from the exhaust covers the screen.
Voice: I always knew you were out there, somewhere.
Voice: Maybe you knew too.
The smoke clears and a shot of the car driving away from behind covers the screen. A licence plate can be seen on the back of the car.
Pennsylvania
Keystone State
Voice: We'll have our moment soon enough.
The X-Tron lights back up with the RIOT logo and the show continues.
TRE GOLDEN vs. DOC GREEN
We pan into the outdoor patio of some fancy New York restaurant. Ryu is dressed for a night out, naturally shoeless. The camera approaches him.
RYU: So over the holiday break, as I basked in MY victory, I heard saw an interview about OCW with OUR ZERO.
RYU: And it really confirmed how I feel about OCW lately, and how its been mismanaged.
RYU: That IDIOT Jaysin Clinton Sensation is doing this interview with the New York Times.
RYU: And he ACTUALLY says they didn’t do anything wrong at the Fifteenth Anniversary Show.
RYU: He said there’s nothing wrong with telling someone we’ll pay you extra if you keep things “interesting”. (This is not a direct Quote Ryu Matsumoto doesn't know how to read)
Ryu looks at the camera incredulously, then to either side of himself as if he’s looking for a reaction from people who aren’t there.
RYU: YOU’RE WRONG SCUMBAG. There is a huge [redacted] problem with that.
Ryu takes a second to compose himself
RYU: Think about it like this, Twitch and Vegas both had betting on these matches.
RYU: YOU the consumer, the Online Championship Wrestling Fan could bet on these matches.
RYU: Anybody that bet on these matches would say FOR EXAMPL, ‘Blaine has an injury and Valk has some submissions in her repertoire.’
RYU: ‘Valk takes it to the ground locks in a Submission GGEZ.’
RYU: But YOU don’t know the Scumbag promoter told them NOT to finish the fight quick, he probably also mentioned the fact that Blaine would be unable to defend if she won and to consider that in the finish.
RYU: THATS [REDACTED] ILLEGAL.
RYU: I want you to know Jaysin Clinton Sensation I’ve reported YOU to the New York State Athletic Commission.
Ryu points directly into the camera as if he’s pointing at OUR HERO who is watching on a TV screen somewhere else
RYU: You, that bum wrapped in gold foil, and that wannabe media guy from Kentucky.
RYU: Hell I hope the FBI comes for all of you.
RYU: You morons need to be in that fake social media game if you’re not into the OLD COUNTRY WAY.
RYU: I’ve been busting my ASS so people tune in to this show to see LEGITIMATE competition.
RYU: I don’t need scumbags like you trying to ruin the integrity of what we do for a like on twitter.
Ryu puts up his hands as if some invisible force is pulling him back and telling him to calm down.
The shot opens to Solomon Caine, dressed in street clothes, sitting patiently in a steel chair. Every few seconds, he checks his watch and looks around the room as if waiting for someone. After a minute, Caine stands and starts to walk to the door.
B17: 16 minutes and 28 seconds. The numbers do not lie. You’ve shown tremendous patience and respect for Kasstinaity.
Caine whips around to find B17 sitting with a grotesque smile contorted about his half painted face.
Caine: Jesus!
B17: Not quite. I’m sorry, I didn't mean to startle you!
B17 stands and crosses the room to Caine. He places a hand on his shoulder.
B17: Not all men deserve to be spoken to by Kasstianity, I needed to judge you. Are you ready to let us in?
Caine looks sideways at B17.
Caine: I… guess?
B17: Then take a seat Mr. Caine.
B17 knocks on the door twice and then opens it and steps back as a figure emerges from the shadowed hallway.
Kassidy Hayes strides in wearing his sanctimonious robes which topped by his Kasstianity Mitre Pretiosa.
B17 bows as Kassidy enters.
B17: Welcome, sir.
Hayes: Shall we begin?
B17: Indeed, sir.
B17 strides around to the back of Caine, who tenses up in his chair. Hayes slowly paces in front of Caine, scanning the room. B17 whispers something unintelligible in Caine’s ear, in which the suddenness causes Caine to jolt in his chair. He is visibly uncomfortable.
Hayes: So, I hear you’ve been doing well for yourself recently.
Caine: I… I guess you could say that.
Hayes: Beating Austin Lee at Anniversary?
Caine: Yea.
Hayes: And how did that go for you?
Caine: Well… he ducked me for weeks. And then I got him, and proved to everyone in OCW that I’ve still got what it takes. One shot, one kill you know.
Caine gives a short chuckle and looks behind at B17, who is stoically staring with dead eyes. He returns to being uncomfortable.
Hayes: Do you think you could beat him?
Caine: Who?
Hayes: B17.
Caine: Well I mean…
Hayes: Do you think you could beat me?
Caine: Listen guys, this has been great but I think I’ve got to go deal with something else.
Caine stands up, but is halted by B17 placing a hand on his right shoulder.
Caine: I suggest you watch that hand.
B17: Now, now, you’ve been so patient. We’ve really been waiting for this; why not stay awhile?
Caine looks behind at B17, breathes a heavy sigh, and sits back down in his seat.
Hayes: Let’s change the question, what’s next for Solomon Caine?
Caine: Well to be honest, I don’t know yet. Do I want to gun for the CCW Championship? International Championship again? Or maybe I might deal with some unfinished business.
Caine:
Either way, I’m looking at all of my options right now. But that doesn’t mean I’m taking my victory for granted, considering that sometimes they can be few and far in-between for me.
Hayes: CCW Championship, huh? You’ve held that before, haven’t you B?
B17 remains stoic, but nods in agreement.
Hayes: I’m sure we’ll deal with that another time. Unfinished business, you say?
Caine: You know, maybe a Justin Jehst or a…
Hayes: A member from Kasstianity?
Caine: Uh, can’t think of anyone.
Hayes: Smart choice.
Caine: May I ask a question of you?
Hayes: Of course.
Caine: Why bring me here? Interview me?
Hayes: We like to keep an eye on everyone, Solomon. You’re no different. See how your mental stability is holding up in these trying times and see if maybe you are worthy to take upon the word of Kasstianity.
B17 walks around to Hayes and whispers something in his ear.
Hayes: Until we meet again, Solomon, Remember to let your Morningstar’s light shine your path.
B17 and Hayes slowly walk out of the room, with B17 giving an ominous stare at Caine before closing the door. Caine, now alone, looks dumbfounded and mouths an expletive phrase as the camera fades to black.
Backstage in parking lot
Leo Grimm has become unhinged! He is tossing backstage workers and security around as if they were sacks of onions instead of full grown men. He finds a sledgehammer left with the tools and set up equipment.
Leo begins smashing random cars windows and windshields and putting massive dents and causing body damage.
He stops in full swing and spots B-17 and the Lost Boys vehicle and climbs on top of the hood, crawling to the windshield.
Leo begins head butting the windshield smashing it into shattered glass.
Grimm rolls off the car and picks up the sledgehammer, dragging it behind him as he exits the building, mumbling to himself.
