The camera pans in on a traditional sumo arena, crafted with great detail. After a few seconds of different angles of it, a towering man, much more muscular than the average sumo wrestler, walks to the middle of it.
With a stern look on his face he begins to perform the traditional pre match ritual dance, nearing the end of it he places his fist on the ground,He then screams in a deep voice.
Muryo: Hakkeyoi!
The start signal for a sumo match.
He then charges the camera as if it were his opponent, the video ends there.
***
The scene reopens about twenty minutes Later when an almost dead looking Wrex stumbles through the door of Coach Bills Wrestling Academy and drops to the floor in the middle of the room. The coach looks up from his magazine to see what the sound was.
Coach Oh, you actually made it back this time. It's a miracle.
Wrex F**k.. yourself..
Coach Don't get p*ssy with me kid, I'll make you do more.
Wrex How.. do.. people actu- actually do this?
Coach Practice, how you feeling?
Wrex Dead.
Coach Good that means it working. See kid? Might be able to make an actual worker out of you yet. But first things first, we got to deal with the obvious elephant in the room. No more weapons.
Wrex does his best to look up to Bill from his current position on the floor. Not tempting fate by attempting to move from his spot.
Wrex What did you say?
Coach I'm speaking English ain't I? No. More. Weapons. No chairs, no sticks, no bats. None of that s**t, they are nothing but a crutch you've been using to hide the fact, you can't wrestle for dogs**t, if you really want to learn how to do this properly you got to be able to let all of that old crap go. Ain't the nineties no more.
Wrex No, no that isn't happening. That isn't an option. Wh- what if it's a hardcore match? Should I just give myself a handicap?
Coach If the booker's got your arm twisted, then sure. Go for it. But don't be going for a chair the second you think the opponent might be getting a bit of a lead. Man the f**k up , get back on top and beat em. You gotta understand kid. You ain't in some dips**ts field working for twenty a night any more. So f**king act like you ain't.
Wrex ...Fine. Fine I get it, I'll try.
Coach Glad you finally got some sense in that brain damaged head of yours. Now get the f**k up I ain't done with you for the day yet.
Wrex Jesus man give me a minute to catch breath, Thought I signed up for a wrestling school not your labour camp.
Coach Kid. I haven't even started pushing you as much as I could yet. Now get up and get your ass in that ring. I want to see an actual goddamned hold from you before the day is done. One that doesn't involve dropping someone on their damn neck.
T
The camera pans to the announce team.
I've been looking forward to this.
We all have.
#1 Contenders Match
Haley Nichols vs Madison Cox
vs Ace
The camera pans to the announce team.
She did it!
Winner winner chicken dinner.
Through sheer dumb luck Madison had collected a substantial amount of chips. The mood was somber. Jackson was obviously irritated and kept a constant glare on Dennis and Madison, but so far the rules of the table had prevented him from snapping.
Austin’s pretty boy demeanor had cracked and hair stood up from him pulling at it after many bad beats. Seb was still aloof and had missed most of what had happened that night. He still looked to his right to address Madison even though she sat on the other side of the table. B-17 had a twitch in his right eye, even after snatching away the deck from Seb to remove the jokers and rule cards, and explaining that there was NO trading cards, he still found himself having to police the game more than he would like. Twice he caught Madison and Dennis trying to swap cards, but after threatening to take a finger the last time they both sobered up. Dennis meanwhile looked lost, and essentially allowed Madison to play his hands.
Once Austin had hopped up as if preparing to deliver his Discount Cutter to Seb, but a stiff shout from B-17 led to an awkward lunge and crash from Austin. He played it off by grabbing another beer.
B-17 looked at his chips. Mostly even, having been the only person that seemed to know the damn rules, he had been able to avoid most of Madison’s bullshit, but he needed money...for things...and this game had not helped.
B-17: So, last hand, we have a match to prepare for.
Lee looks down at the tower of beer cans stacked between Himself and Seb: Hmm I feel like we were set up by these two with the offering of free beer before the match Seb. Seeing how Bingo somehow is straight edge still after surviving years on the road with Sid and I. And well pretty sure Dennis isn't old enough to drink.
Seb was now looking at B-17, while Austin addressed him.
Seb: Why are all three Austin’s talking?
Madison: Ok! I have the deck, I pick the game!
Lee yells over top of Madison: So far as strategy goes dibs on using the sledgehammer again like last week.
Tensions were rising as was blood alcohol content towards the end of the game.
Seb: Nexsht hernd wons no? We gert a mertch ter do nite.
There was a rustle of beer cans as Austin stood up and before anyone could blink he did his best B-17 impression and launched a “reset” punch at the side of Seb’s head.
Seb: lerky at this a perny perk it erp all dey have gerd lerk.
Abbott bent down and picked up the coin as Austin launched over him and his fist connected with B-17’s own “reset” punch.
Chaos was here. Seb saw Austin turn around after Lee realised he hit the wrong person, Seb, jumping awkwardly high into the air, hit Lee’s Discount Cutter through the table which saw Dennis and Madison jump clear of the wreckage.
As Seb stood up rather drunkenly he spread out his arms in triumph and twirled, he stopped rather abruptly as his hand grabbed a soft rubbery flesh feeling sack of wet cement. Madison’s boob.
Madison squealed and hit Seb right in the bollocks. Staggering a bit, due to the impact being numbed by his nut cup, Dennis Black reared back and took a running start, but instead of hitting his "Black Bullet", hit Seb with what can only be described as a "Clothesline From Down Under".
Jackson, having remained calm until this moment, throws aside his cards and rages at Dennis. Still shocked that his arm could do so much damage, Dennis doesn’t respond until it is too late, but eats a flying knee to the face, mixed with wild meshes of hair and dirty skin. Madison shrinks into the corner as Jackson picks up Dennis and lays him onto the card table.
Fight or flight kicks in for Madison, but as she goes for the nut punch again, Jackson whips around and in one motion catches Madison, lifts her up and powerbombs her through the table on top of Dennis.
Jackson storms out, but not before realizing that he had been holding a royal flush: Yahtzee, bitch.
Everyone has been laid out. The group lay there unconscious as the sound of expensive leather shoes comes tapping along the hallway, in walks Thomas Archer, carrying a briefcase made from the finest of materials. He glances at the stakes, a lesser man would steal it. He sneers and pops open the briefcase, removing a newspaper. The front page read “OCW star forced himself upon me, and killed my horse.” He flings it onto the homeless man, B-17, knowing full well he will treasure it, as if it were a roof above his head.
Archer: You buffoons sicken me with your petty, children's card game.
Archer goes to pick up the money on the table, then just drops it to the floor. Instinctively, B-17’s unconscious hand clenches a tight fist around the dollar bills, Archer kicks B-17 once more in the face, trying to reconfigure his head, and walks out.
