The Delorean lands on the designated landing pad for The Income Funnel Building. A hologram woman appears.
She’s dressed in a tight fitting Purge Inc unitard and her hair is glowing neon green.
As our heroes step out of the Delorean she greets them.
Hologram: Good Evening, I am Mol-E, designated personal assistant to OUR OVERLORD and President of PURGE INC.
Mugen: Thats me!
The Hologram walks up to Mugen and shoots a red scan beam at him from her eyes. Spider immediately jumps back and takes a fighting stance.
Dupree: Cut it out you idiot, how are you gunna fight a hologram.
Ryu stops and turns into a thinking face, before he can respond the Hologram starts.
Hologram: While your biometrics match that of Our Overlord, you do not have his Master Chip, you are clearly one of his Administrative Clones, follow me.
The three shrug and follow behind her.
***
The scenes open up as Code Jackman is walking out of the doctor's office at the arena. Reports are quick to talk to him.
Reporter #1: Code is it true that your nose is broken?
Reporter #2: Mr. Jackman what were you where abouts after last week on Turmoil when you were outside of the arena.
Reporter #3: Did you pay Madison Cox to sign your belt?
Code Jackman looks at the reporters with a disgusted look on his face.
Code Jackman: Do you people think I really care what you have to ask me. Yeah my nose may be broken and no I did not pay Mrs. Cox to sign my title. But you can ask this lovely reporter where I was at after Turmoil last week.
All the reports look at the one of the newest female reporters and then she begins to walk away quickly.
Code Jackman: Soon I will hurt and take down Corey Ford and i will move on too bigger and better things in OCW. I am already a champion with my brother Tay Terror. Watch out we are coming.
The camera fades too black to start the next segment.
***
We rejoin Archer and Austin standing at opposites end of a pool table, it is battered, frayed and looks like it's on its last legs. Archer does not look impressed as Austin begins to rack up the balls for a good old fashioned game of American 8-ball.
Lee: Again all I am saying is how are you worried about Hayden giving you a bad review on trip advisor when you allowed filth like Seb in this fine….ish… establishment you have here. His kind should not be allowed here at all.
#Austin starts to look around for Ashley as “They” is nowhere to be found which grants a small shrug from Lee as he heads behind the bar to help himself.
Lee: So my business skills are crap because you bought Invictus out from under me yet you are running a bar without a bartender in sight. So it’s obvious you are not capable of running this place and Invictus so how does a 97% to 3% silent partnership sound. The 3% for yourself and the 97% for me, of course, but in light of recent developments I feel like you are in no position to argue.
Lee: You have a bar that is falling apart with the only people who ever show up in this place being Me, you, Ash and Hayden may he #RIP…The only other customer you have here is the lady with the short red hair sitting in the booth over their holding a tray and a empty beer mug.
???: I’m not a customer, Ashley told me to stop by after the Ladies Night PPV have a drink and to talk about possibly helping her out here.
Lee: Why are you just sitting around then ?
???: She was tired of me bumping into tables and breaking every glass I touched so I was told to just sit here and hold this tray and try not to break this glass….
Lee: Wait so how long have you been sitting here?
???: Since Ladies Night I almost made it a hour this time without.. *Sound of glass breaking* Son of a bitch!!
Lee begins to shake his head:… Saw that coming, look Archer If you haven’t figured it out yet I have nothing that is more important to me then Invictus. So let’s cut the crap and settle this like gentlemen.
#Austin comes out from behind the bar as he makes his way back towards the pool table.
Lee: One game – American Style 8 ball for the control of Invictus….
Archer: Why would I even agree to that? You have no leverage. I don’t need to do this, I don’t want to do this, especially on…
Archer looks at the pool table with disgust.
Archer: That. If pool tables were people it would be Colin Bailey. So I’ll tell you what, we find a pool table that meets my standards, and then we can perhaps play a game.
#Austin just stares, then looks down at the pool table.
#Austin: Those look like shit stains…
The camera fades out as Austin takes out his smart phone, presumably to look for pool tables.
The camera pans to the announce team.
This next match is for a shot at the Turmoil Championship.
Who will step up tonight!
Corey Ford vs Christian Shepherd vs Danny Boyd
The camera pans to the announce team.
This is going to be interesting.
Or a killing...
Ryu, Dupree, Mugen and Mol-E enter the Income Funnel Building. The inside is a sprawling office and workspace.
And every single worker inside is Mugen. The receptionists, the desk jockeys, the assistants, the managers, even the Janitors are Mugen.
Dupree shudders.
Dupree: How horrifying.
RYU: You know, I don’t know if they’re all clones or if they’re all just Rook Arike!
Mugen: That's, awful, you’re awful.
They walk past several Mugens operating a massive Ice Cream Machine, some are monitoring ingredient levels, some are adjusting dials, and some are sneaking tastes of the machine’s output.
Mugen: So where exactly are we headed.
Mol-E: To the Overlord’s office, you and your compatriots are clearly anomalies.
Mol-E: The Overlord will decide what to do with you.
***
The scene opens up in the locker room lounge area of The King of Kindness, The Lord of the Lariat and the Messiah of the Multiverse Mugen and his dearest Molly.
Mugen: Molly, can you remind me what are we doing here on..........................Turmoil?
At that moment, Mugen’s close friend and motivational sherpa Bobby Minio walks into the locker room over hearing what Mugen just said.
Bobby Minio: Not this bullshit again. You KNOW what we’re doing here, you and Count Wankula are going out there to team up in a tag match. Get your head in the game here Muge, you want that twink to respect what you can do in the ring, and FEAR you as you head into that rematch at The Clash!
Mugen: You know I was kidding right? Of course I know I have a match with him.
Bobby Minio: Well…? Have you spoke a word to the guy that wasn’t random platitudes? Have you sat down together, sorted out a plan of action, figured out ANYTHING yet?
Mugen shakes his head as Minio starts to non-verbally freak out by throwing his hands up in the air.
Bobby Minio: Man, at this point, I AM going to help find Pugh. I need help here, I can’t direct you to focus, Molly over there is still trying to figure out if she’s at a OCW show or EDC, and I’m over here holding the weight of YOUR success on my shoulders like I’m motherfucking Atlas. Throw me a bone, Muge. Pretend to give a shit!
Mugen: I do give a sugar old sport. Let me show you that I care by writing a little note to my tag team partner tonight so we can strategize.
Mugen looks for a pen on his desk but sees that his usual “Riot” pen is nowhere to be found. He sighs as he realizes where he is.
Mugen: How silly of me, we are on “that” show tonight Bobby. They don’t offer such simple amenities.
Bobby: Bro, do they really offer anything of value here?
Mugen shrugs as he finds a pen to write with. His furiously quick writing almost starts a fire as he finishes his lengthy message in mere seconds. Mugen folds up the note into a triangle and hands it over to Bobby.
Mugen: Can you hand this to some staff member and make sure that Kassidy receives it?
Bobby reluctantly nods as he steps his way out of the locker room. We go back to seeing Mugen practicing some yoga as Molly is still hammering away at her phone. The scene fades to black.
***
White noise and static appears on the screen. Then it stops and you see live feed of the parking lot from the security cameras.
As it zooms closely you see someone yielding a sledgehammer. It’s Heather Angelo swinging it against the parking lot gate.
As the camera switches from video feed to a live tv can, you can hear solid metal clashing with more metal over and over again.
Heather stands there holding her sledgehammer like a lover would do her mate. She lets out the same sadistic laughter we heard on Riot. Only this time it’s live and even more diabolical.
Camera insinuates from behind while exploiting her beauty. It captures every nook and cranny of her eye popping curves.
She juggles the sledgehammer side to side in each hand as she speaks.
Heather: Hey there, Sunshine. You think and talk way too much for me to listen darling. But one thing is for sure is that I’d love for you to make me catch those hands.
Heather: Your warm, secure, soothing and gentle embrace all over my body….
Heather opens her eyes wide and yolks up her sledgehammer.
Heather: As I strangle ever piece of OXYGEN from your BODY! Starting from your lungs down to whatever's left inside your intoxicated blood cells!
Heather snaps out of her eerie form back to a calm and motherly state with her hammer.
She talks to it and holds it like a newborn child.
Heather: What’s got into Mama? I'm so sorry mi nina. Now back to what I was saying?
Heather turns to face the camera.
Heather: Hell hath no fury? Hmph...The only bit of hell you know is what I put you thru at Summercide. You felt the heat and Anna felt the flame.
Heather: Come to me, Eerie. Bow to me once again. Please, come make me bleed cause red looks damn good on me Mami.
Heather smirks and then turns away to continue the assault on the garage door with the sledgehammer.
Suddenly, Heather spins around and swings her hammer towards the camera. She knocks it right out of the cameraman’s hands.
Cameraman: You’re crazy lady! I’m calling my lawyer!
As the cameraman walks away holding his face, Heather slithers close to the ground like a snake.
Heather: Eerie, the beef is over when I say it’s over!
Heather quickly jumps to her feet, let’s out a war cry and cracks the hammer over the camera as the feed turns to static.
