As the camera goes back to ringside you see Caleb James O’Donnell standing in the ring with a microphone in his hand. O’Donnell is standing in the center of the ring with a white OCW t-shirt on along with blue jeans and white sneakers.
CJ O’Donnell: You know I expected more in the OCW especially from a champion. A Television Champion yet he doesn’t even defend it on a weekly basis. I would say that is breach of contract but hey I am just a rookie. I am came to OCW to fight the best of the best and all I want to know is why? Why did you attack me? Are you afraid of me? What did I do? Come on Seb. Get your arse down to this ring and explain yourself.
CJ looks at the entrance way waiting to see if Sebastian Abbott shows himself.
CJ O’Donnell: Wait maybe this will help?
CJ turns his back to the entrance way and puts his arms out, and was a little surprised to see Seb laying across the top of the corner ropes.
Seb: You rang?
O’Donnell looks a little surprised to see Abbott just relaxing on the turnbuckle.
CJ O’Donnell: So nice of you to join us. So why did you pick me to attack?
Abbott smiled revealing his golden teeth that glinted in the arena lighting.
Seb: Well you were just one of many people we targeted that night, and if I recall last week you and your friends got one back on us with that big guy attacking me as Turmoil went to a commercial break.
The crowd jeered the champion as he got off the turnbuckle and adjusted himself before looking back at CJ.
Seb: I can see you ain’t too pleased with that response, you want something a little more meaningful maybe an excuse to. Hmm I don’t know lash out at me maybe?
Seb took a few steps towards CJ, until he was almost nose to nose with the rookie.
Seb: You think you have the chops to take this from me? Then step up, take it from me.
CJ didn’t flinch from Seb’s glowering challenge, not even as the waft of pussy and beer stung the rookies nostrils and made his eyes water a little.
CJ O’Donnell: I could say you're not the rightful champion as you didn’t even pin the former champion. Once again you took the coward way out.
As Caleb smirks he continues.
CJ O’Donnell: If I was you I would be careful. Giving an unproven rookie like myself an opportunity. Letting me jump to the front of the line is almost career suicide for you Seb. Think about it I have absolutely nothing to lose but you have everything. You sure you can handle the pressure of being a television champion?
Seb grinned a menacing grin and took yet another step forward.
Seb: You know they say the same about the Riot world champion, never pinned the champion, shouldn’t be the champ… But come Sunday, I’ll put this on the line for you.
Seb held aloft the title and got nose to nose with the rookie.
Seb: I do have one little gift to offer you before I take my leave for the evening.
CJ turned around and literally came nose to navel with Big Ed, Christian Sheperd lurked on the outskirts.
Seb: My friend here would like offer you congratulations on becoming the challenger for MY title.
Ed however didn’t move, Seb grabbed CJ from behind and dumped the poor rookie on his head with Seb’s finisher. The tv champion got on all fours and into CJ’s face.
Seb: I’ll be seeing you on Sunday buddy.
With that the trio left the ring and headed up the ramp as CJ started to slowly get back to his feet...
***
Previously recorded, somewhere off site.
'LET ME GO YOU PIECE OF SHIT!! UNTIE ME......NOW!!!!'
Blackbeard: Relax my love, so feisty....I missed that about you.
Pyra: Listen you crazy son of a bitch, I don't know who you think I am, or what's going to happen here, but my boys will find me..and when they do, you bet your ass they'll hand yours too you!
He mockingly laughs at her.
Blackbeard: My love, I can assure you, we are quite safe from your pitiful friends here.
He motions his arms around the room, they appear to be in a disused warehouse, there's litter strewn around the room, the banner of Blackbeard hung from a railing above the sole window in the room, half hung so flickers of sunlight dimly light the room, in the doorway stands the massive, hulking figure of the Kraken, standing silent, eyes locked on Pyra.
Pyra: STOP calling me 'love'...now let me go you son of a bitch!!
Blackbeard: I removed your gag, is that not good enough? So much hostility my darling, you'll feel differently about me when we are husband and wife.
Pyra: WHAT? I'm not marrying you!! Is that why I'm in this awful god damned dress???? You're insane! [she looks over at The Kraken] You!! Help me! Make him see sense!! Hello? Anyone there??
The Kraken just stands there. motionless.
Blackbeard: He won't answer you.....I cut his tongue out. He swallows his prey whole.
Pyra: Ew. You sicken me!!
Blackbeard: Where should we go on our honeymoon Mary? Nassau? Tortuga? Or should we go back to where we first met, North Carolina?
Pyra: My name is PYRA!! And you're insane!! Enough is enough.
Blackbeard: Yes, Pyra, like the fire in my heart, the queen of the sea..I see why you chose that Mary, but soon it won't matter, ye will be Mrs.Teach.
Pyra: NEVER!!
She again struggles in her chair, trying to kick and scream her way to freedom, but to no avail, her wrists and ankles are tied hard to the chair.
Blackbeard: The invitations have already been sent out my love, here, I saved one so ye can frame it.
Blackbeard: Look how beautiful ye look.
Pyra: Yeah, the gag really brings out my eyes.
Blackbeard: Now, if ye will excuse me, I must go and see the vicar about the service.
Pyra: Let.......me......GO!!!
She begins kicking and screaming, rocking back and forth in the chair as Blackbeard leaves the room and the scene fades with the Kraken standing guard.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Wedding Season!
It's not Spring!
The scene opens with a rear view of Madison watching herself in the mirror as she buttoned the top of her blouse. She took a deep breath and briefly cupped her chest before turning to face the camera.
Madison: Keep calm, and wait for the Black King.
Madison: Yes, ladies and gentlemen. He’ll be here tonight, and I need to look my best. So, I don’t have any time for you people. Nor will he have time watch tonight's contendership match. For you see...the outcome has already been decided. The Queen's Rook, Christian Shepherd is going to defeat Danny Boyd, Corey Ford, and...and...uh....
Madison runs a hand through her hair.
Madison: Oh that's right, Colin Bailey won't be able to make it tonight. I'm told he may never wrestle again. A shame, really. We were all looking forward to another red neck drinking beer while playing cards with B-17. Tonight's number one contender match will now be Triple Threat Elimination won by the Crown's very own Christian Shepherd.
Madison: Oh! Before you go, I wanted to ensure the OCW Universe that I am a woman of my word. This Sunday night, Lotus Flojo and Cheryl Stixx will battle in a Lumber Jill match.
Madison: The winner will face a battered and bruised…
Madison mocking makes a sad face as she speaks.
Madison: Sophia Ortiz for the Women’s Championship next Friday on Turmoil. Picking up the scraps will mean that we will finally have a new Women’s Champion. I can’t wait!
Madison: Now then…be off. Dennis will be here soon.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Big implications for that one.
Next week just got way more interesting.
Cassidy Valentine vs Riley Quinn
The camera pans to the announce team.
Over.
Finished.
A small red sedan pulls into the scene, parking in front of a large building in Yokohama, Japan. The camera pans revealing the entrance where a large sign reads, “Osaka Pro HQ”.
Mei-Ling: Well this seems to be the place. Osaka Pro. I've seen this on the television!! Some of Japan's finest wrestling talent comes from here. They have your belt?
Ding: Well mah sweet lil’ dumplin’ I guess we gonna find out.
B17, sitting in the backseat, butts in by leaning forward and squeezing himself in between the front seats.
B17: My belt, they have “mah” belt.
Just before Ding steps out, he takes Mei-Ling’s dainty hand in his meaty paw and raises it upward to plant a kiss on it.
Ding: Daddeh thanks ya evah so much for ya hospitality.
Mei-Ling giggles and strokes Ding’s (fat) bicep.
Mei-Ling: “Babehdoll” is going to wait right here for you.
Ding shudders with joy.
Ding: Ooooooh yes now you talkin’ my language.
Not wanting to be outdone, Bingo takes Mei-Ling’s hand in his. She looks very uncomfortable.
B17: Mee Lang. Mulan is not the only brave Chinese women….
Mei-Ling: We’re in Japan.
B17’s eyes go wide. He plants a hurried kiss on her hand: Lovely to meet you!
He scurries out of the car.
Ding exits the car and walk inside the building. The interior is decorated very lavishly and sophisticated, featuring lots of traditional Japanese art and sculptures. They approach a front reception area where a staff member is posted behind a desk. The young lady looks up at them.
Ding: ‘Scuse me ma'am, but I need to talk to tha head honcho of tha place. Some ‘executive’ was sent somethin’ of mine and I need that back ASAP.
The secretary swivels her chair and pushes a button to the intercom system wired into the ‘executive’s” office. They hear her respond to the male voice that answers as “‘Masa Ifune” and carry on a brief dialog in Japanese.
B17 leans over and whispers to Ding: I think they know we are not Japanese.
Secretary: Mr. Ifune will see you.
She directs them towards a entryway that she buzzes open, revealing a hallway leading up to an office with mahogany doors. Ding and B17 enter and see the executive at his desk awaiting their arrival. Just behind him is the International Championship belt resting on top of opened packaging. Ding nearly charges towards the desk but Ifune anticipates this and jumps up to ease Ding.
Masa Ifune: Now now there, big boy… Yes, as you can see, I do have something of yours… I did not request this nor did I expect to ever be involved with the likes of her again… but I shouldn't be surprised.
Ding: Say what now? And you are?
Masa Ifune extends a hand.
Masa Ifune: Masa Ifune. You must be Bill Ding. And your friend there?
B17: Call me Bingo.
Ding: Daddeh, not to be rude but we come all the way across tha whole wiiiiide world to fetch mah belt so we can get home and have our battle. And time is runnin’ short. Not even sure we can a’make it back for tha Clash, but these feet gotta hustle and the fists gotta bustle. Now how about we cut tha small talk and hand me my lovely piece so we can be on our merry way.
B17 looks sideways at Ding, uncertain of what was said, he just nods his head: What Big Bruce Lee said.
Masa Ifune: Well not so fast there. You see, I was certainly surprised when I was told that Madison Cox had sent me something. I was certain it wouldn't be any kind gesture such as flowers, because with what little interactions I have had with her, I know she is always up to no good. I had hoped better for Dennis but alas, the boy cannot be swayed. So, when I opened the package and saw this belt inside I knew something was up.
Masa Ifune: However, quite the golden opportunity has arisen and I think you two might be interested. You see, Osaka Pro is short a match for our next show. And seeing as how we’re always up to mix some things up and expand our horizons, I have a proposition for you both. Besides, you've traveled all this way. Why not make the most of it?
Masa Ifune: You two can take the belt back to America with you… if you two compete here on our show this Sunday. Think about it- you're the “International Champion”... and with you, International contender. Why not have at it on an International stage?
B17 nods his head: Hmm….how much dongs we talking?
Ding: Well daddeh that's quite a proposition… and an honor. Like the saying goes, “When in Japan”, amirite?
Masa Ifune: I think you mean-
Ding: You dang right mistah!! Fought in Panamaww in unsanctioned brawls, I suppose why not make it legit in Japan! This International daddeh knows no borders!
Ding: Unless… you ain't down for it, Binga-rooni. You ready to step up for these fine people? Show me why you back?
B17: There shall be Big trouble in little Tokyo!
***
As they fly through the city they see various holo-ads.
“ILLUMI-CORP a subsidiary of PURGE INC"
“Better-Corp a subsidiary of PURGE INC"
“C4 Co. a subsidiary of PURGE INC”
“OMG Works a Subsidiary of PURGE INC”
“TOLMC & TTT INC a Subsidiary of PURGE INC”
“Revolution Incorporated a Subsidiary of PURGE INC”
Mugen: I’m liking the look of this Earth
RYU: Its ok, 9.4 out of 10.
Dupree: I HATE IT, 6/10!
The three then see a massive inverted pyramid in the center of the city, there’s a massive hologram sign on the from that reads
“INCOME FUNNEL BUILDING, PURGE INC”
Mugen: YO! THAT’S AWESOME!
The Delorean veers off and heads in the direction of the Inverted Pyramid.
Jookie Marley eagerly paces back and forth in the ring waiting for the crowd to quiet down. The ring announcer walks up the steps to hand Marley a mic. Marley walks over to the ropes and snatches the mic.
Jookie Marley: I'm not here to waste any god damn time. The waste of sperm that attacked me last week needs to come out here and face me. I'm giving you one damn minute to bring your ass out here.
Marley exits the ring and reaches under the apron for a steel chair. He slides it under the ropes and re-enters the ring. The crowd cheers as he unfolds the chair in the middle of the ring and sits down.
Jookie Marley: I got all day. I don't give a damn if I hold the show up.
The show cuts to a commercial break and returns three minutes later. The crowd's cheers have turned into boos as Marley patiently waits for his attacker to appear. This time there is a second chair in the ring. The camera zooms in on Marley.
Jookie Marley: Welcome back to JKOCW Turmoil. I am your host Jookie. We're sitting here with that guy Marley. Marley on the last Riot you were viciously attacked while you were in the ring. What was going through your great mind when the lights in the arena went out?
Marley hops into the second chair.
Jookie Marley: When the lights went out I was thinking that someone didn't pay the bill this month, but the chair shot that I got knocked that thought outta me.
Marley hops back into the first chair.
Jookie Marley: Do you think you have any idea of who would be brave enough to attack the most charismatic wrestler in JKOCW history?
He hops back to the second chair.
Jookie Marley: I don't know who would want to attack me, but they're the reason we're sitting out here right now. Whoever did it can attack me in the dark but won't do it in the light.
The camera cuts to the stage as three security guards make their way down the ramp. Jookie Marley jumps out of his chair.
Jookie Marley: Ladies and gentlemen can you give a round of applause to our surprise guests. The top flight security of the world.
The crowd starts to boo the security as Marley drops the mic and pick up the chair. Suddenly the lights go out.
Marley quickly jumps out the ring and chases after the masked man.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Why does everyone have to have a mask.
Do we really want to see their ugly faces.
The walk from Ashley Blain’s apartment to The Roadhouse was less than a half mile. Archer believed he had been accommodating when he secured her a small loft apartment, but it was trash. The windows were tarped over, the floor was stained, the roof was cracked and the cold weather allowed a constant seap of chilled air to drift in uninvited.
Lately the cold had become unbearable and the walk to work had become an excruciating trudge so today she grabbed a cab. Mistake.
Blain: Excuse me! This is my cab.
A short man with a neon green hoodie pulled tight over his face crawled in opposite of her.
Raiden Hayes: Look Blain, you get in the cab with me right now or that little bar of your will be shut down.
Blain: You’ve got to be kidding me.
Hayes: This is whitemail!
Blain: Blackmail, dummy.
When they both hopped into the car, Hayes told the driver to head to the shopping district.
