The crowd reaction doesn’t seem to be dying down as the returning Mark Reese bends down, retrieving one of the three microphones abandoned in the ring by Dillinger Enterprises. The raucous crowd don’t let up, bringing a slight tear to the big mans eye as he looks around. Eventually he motions for them to hush.
Mark Reese: I’m as happy as a pig in muck right now to be able to be out here in front of you guys, fully medically cleared, but I’m as angry as a hornets nest on a warm July mornin’
Reese scowls.
Mark Reese: See, one thing you don’t do… Is mess with family, you don’t stab your big buddy in the back like a certain bad dude did. We took him in, gave him more than he had, hell, mama and papa even joked about adoptin’ that snake with arms.
Reese sighs, looking sad.
Mark Reese: But I’m not a faucet, I can’t just turn the tap off and kill the flow. Parca, I loved you man, and that’s what makes this hurt the most, as I lay there in hospital, only to be told my papa was joining me… I thought about walkin’ away, I started thinking that OCW wasn’t for me.
The audience begin to boo but Mark shakes his head.
Mark Reese: Then I realised that mama didn’t raise a quitter, that I wouldn’t be able to look at myself in the mirror every mornin’ on the farm. So I thought let’s get back on that horse, let’s fire up the thresher… So here I am…
Mark Reese points right at the camera, raising his voice.
Mark Reese: El Parca! Next week, we’ll be partners but now, we’ll never be friends! I will promise you this though, because I’m no snake in the grass. You won’t have to worry about Big Country stabbin’ you in the back, but I swear on my daddy’s name, I’ll plant one of these… Right between your eyes when it’s done.
Reese holds up one of his huge ham hough fist to emphasise his point.
Mark Reese: Anyway, I’ve taken up enough of y’all’s time.. Next week calls for one thing and one thing only… Slams. Enjoy the night!
Mark Reese exits with a smirk, but his eyes still burn with fury as he hands the microphones over to the announce team as he scooped them all up before leaving, ever the good guy. He departs up the ramp and we get ready for the next match.
Everrett: It just HAD to be you lot, didn’t it?
Antonio Everrett is sitting alone in a locker room somewhere backstage, leant up against the back wall, addressing the camera. He adjusts his CCW Championship and places it over his shoulder.
Everrett: So many bright young talents on this Turmoil roster and it just HAD to be the fucking Wrestling Club to cut through the queue and step up first. I don’t even know where to start with you lot.
Everrett: John Carter, you have been nothing but a thorn in my side ever since you arrived here in OCW. You have proven to me on two occasions now that you have what it takes to be a top, top player on Turmoil. But when we meet tonight, it’s going to be nothing like last time, because you’ve made it personal.
Everrett leans forward.
Everrett: You did something to my brother that I will NEVER forgive you for. And then you had the nerve, along with your new leader, to come and confront me just one week removed from his announcement?
Everrett chuckles to himself.
Everrett: You have made your bed John Carter, and you sir are going to lie in it whether you like it or not! If I were you I’d start making excuses because you are going to need them tonight.
Everrett: And Elliott… oh Elliott.
Everrett: It’s like clockwork, isn’t it? If I remember correctly it was just last year on the road to Consequence that you challenged me for my Light Heavyweight Championship. It’s funny how things work out, eh? Now, your little lap dog is carrying around a legacy that I helped forge, and you? Well, you think you can swim with the big boys now, don’t you?
Everrett: One thing you said to me last week while I was laid out on the floor has kept on replaying in my mind over and over again. You said that I am a ‘RIOT boy’ and that I don’t belong on the Turmoil roster.
Everrett lifts his CCW title and pushes it towards the camera.
Everrett: I have achieved more on Turmoil in less than a year than you have achieved in, what, three years meddling around the mid-card? To say that I don’t belong here is not only ridiculous, it’s just outright wrong… and THIS is your proof.
Everrett points to the title.
Everrett: If you don’t want me to represent your brand as your champion, then come and take it from me! And this time, we can fight on Consequence, not on the show before it.
Everrett: But enough talking, I’m gonna smash your boy tonight, Parker.
Everrett stands up and knocks the camera on its side as the scene fades to black.
Rushing out of the arena, we see Dillinger and El Parca, with Parca hesitating, almost trying to go back.
Dillinger: Not now, there’ll be a time and a place.
Parca: Come on! Let's go! We need to move!
The camera pans back to see Christian Garcia, falling out of his windbreaker, clutching his midsection and gasping for air.
Dillinger: Get the lead out, young boy!
Jim Black: Excuse me!
Dillinger: No!
Dillinger: Piss off!
Dennis shoves his hand in the face of the camera crew running after them.
Dillinger: No questions.
Jim Black: Parca, will you be in MSG next week for the Tag Team Title Match?
Parca stops and pushes through his agent to stare down the camera.
Parca: I’m afraid of no man, no team, and no OCW official. Tibby wants to play a corrupt conman and give one of MY titles away? Fine. I’ll be at MSG next week, and when I win the Wrestle Club will NEVER have another chance. AGAIN! Let's go Dennis.
Dillinger again throws his hand in the face of the camera and pushes his clients out of the door.
EVELYN PARKER vs. EMP*
Jim Black: What a night so far!
JB: Please help me welcome at this time, the women’s FI briefcase winner, and former OCW Women’s Champion, La Mujera Oscura.
JB: It’s been a wild couple of weeks for you, especially since you announced your plans to cash in your FI privileges at Summercide. But on that subject, we now know a little bit more about the potential opponents or rather Champion you’d face at that same event..
JB: And you have quite the history with these competitors already, how do you see all of this unfold ?
Mujera: Well, exactly how it always ends, folded in half in one of my maneuvers. Very rare are the people who get out of one of my small packages or any brainbusters coming their way. I am in the back of their minds now, and they should be worried all the time.
Mujera: But in the meantime..
As she was about to explain her next move, a giant figure enters the frame and pushes poor Jim out of the picture. It is none other than Holly Hunter, as she gets face to face with Zoe Cohle.
The tension gets very high as they lock eyes.
Holly: In the meantime you deal with me.
Holly steps up even closer:
Holly: Championships yea they’re nice and all, but there’s something about just slamming a person into the mat over and over. You know like I did you in the chamber?
Holly: Seeing as you’re calendar looks pretty free at the moment I thought I’d sign you up for another slamming. Emp tells me it did wonders for her back, I’m sure it could do the same for you.
Holly laughs as Mujera replies while stepping even closer..
Mujera: That's funny you say that because I have one question in mind.. I always wanted to know how does it feel to fold that big stupid frame of yours.
Security arrives on the scene and pulls them apart as they are about to tear each other as we go to commercial.
The P3 crew are stationed outside of a local club in the streets of New York. A distraught Drago sighs as EMP tries to console him. Mugen shuffles left and right in tune with the beat and then starts dancing around in circles.
EMP: We’ll get Bubba back, I promise.
Drago: I just hope he not scared you know?
GGIII appears in front of them and starts dancing with Mugen.
GGIII: There’s a bloke I know ‘ere, known him since university! Good man! Knows a lot of stuff that can help with this timeline stuff. Big guy, wears a straw hat. I swear, he’s like a black Raiden or somefin!
Mugen and GGIII lead the pack inside the club. Drago covers his ears due to the loud noises reminding him of the boom boom pow.
Drago: Where we gonna find this guy?
As the Mortal Kombat theme song is playing in the club for the 7th time straight, GGIII strokes his chin, taking a moment to think. He then quickly turns behind him and sees the man he’s looking for; a giant dark-skinned gentleman standing with his arms crossed, his equally giant straw hat obscuring his eyes. The group are taken aback by his unnaturally deep voice.
Black Raiden: Graham.
GGIII: Bruv!
GGIII jumps up and gives him a big hug that isn’t reciprocated.
GGIII: Oi, me mates are in a bit of trouble, got a cyborg messing with the timelines and all. Think you can lend a hand?
The giant’s eyes light up quite literally. He lets out a sigh.
EMP: ….Is he even human?
Drago: He not a cyborg right?
Black Raiden: It is a very long story. Perhaps Graham can tell it to you one day. But for now….
The giant man shouts some gibberish while doing some strange hand motions.
Black Raiden: SHAMMALALMAMAZOMAOSLAMAOSHSMALALMAOSZINGZANGBINGBO NGBOOMSZOOMASKAWASAKIJIMJAMUWASAAAAAAAAA
And as this happens, a "portal" is conjured amongst the group.
Black Raiden: YOU MUST GO FORWARD IN TIME AND DESTROY THE SOURCE OF THE TOLMCINATOR. DO THAT AND YOUR TIMELINE WILL BE RESTORED TO WHAT IT WAS.
GGIII: I’ll stay back here fam. Catch up with my bruv.
Black Raiden shakes his head while Mugen dances through the portal. EMP does a diving headbutt through the portal while Drago jump kicks through it.
THE FUTURE
A massive metal endoskeleton slowly patrols in a factory that seemingly produces more endoskeletons by the minute; a large control panel sits in the middle, with several screens that outline the design of the robot as well as a model that looks to be designed after Drago.
The endoskeleton on guard duty looks directly to its left as a portal has been conjured. Mugen steps in still doing his dance, shaking his head left to right. He stops after he realizes the music is gone.
Mugen: Hey what happene-
He looks at the intimidating robot. He waves to it.
Mugen: Oh hai robot! Are you Alexa?
EMP jumps out from the portal and headbutts the robot in its torso, splitting it in half. Drago jump kicks through the portal and kicks the robot’s head off in mid-air.
Drago: Where are we?
EMP: Looks boring. Where’s the food?
Mugen: It appears we are in some compound that facilitates the production of these metal endoskeletons, and that device over there….
Mugen points to the large control panel. Drago and EMP look on in amazement. The King of Kindness walks up to it and cracks his knuckles.
Mugen: Not only makes these things, but it also makes the TOLMCinator model that attacked us. If I can use my technical wizardry, I should be able to reverse the process and take care of these things for good.
He starts slowly typing on the keyboard furiously as techno music is playing in his head. EMP looks back and notices that a bunch of guard robots have been alerted and are now walking menacingly toward them, firing lasers from their eyes at P3.
EMP: How long is this gonna take?
Mugen: About a half hour or so! Maybe 25 minutes.
Drago: We don’t have time, they trying to kill us!
EMP shoves Mugen out of the way as the lasers fly past them. She looks down at all the monitors and does the only logical thing anyone would do in this situation.
She headbutts the computer. The machines all explode simultaneously and the computer shuts down; The TOLMCinator is no more.
The portal reopens. EMP’s head is still stuck inside the computer. Mugen pulls her out of it and the three make their escape before the factory explodes.
PRESENT DAY
The P3 Soundstage is lit up with all our favorite hosts. “Fred” reappears and plays the drums with his fists. Bubba reappears in front of Drago’s couch and the two embrace each other. “The Sensational Impersonator” stands up in the crowd but it turns out it’s actually Our Hero!
Our Hero: Y’all gonna stop with this time nonsense now?
Mugen: What, like you’re our boss or something?
Our Hero: Uh, yeah. Hey wait a minute. Why am I not in my office?
The rest of the crowd laughs as Our Hero realizes what has just happened; he has been usurped. But how? Boot WHY?
The feed cuts to Mr. Sensation’s office, where we see the actual Sensational Impersonator sitting behind the table surrounded by a bunch of gorillas destroying the office. He devilishly smiles at the camera.
The Sensational Impersonator: All according to plan. Muthaf****.
