The scene transitions to the backstage area, where we see the OCW Light Heavyweight Champion Drago Cesar on a knee, speaking to someone.
Drago: Old friend. We face off at the main event of Wrestlution. Over time, I have learn so much. But with these new young lions running around OCW jungle, I may need your help once again.
There's a brief pause and Drago nods.
Drago: Yes, yes. You are owner of these Hustle Particles. But I'm need to obtain these from you and learn how to channel them into my own.....
He reaches out and grabs something off-screen.
Drago: Thank you Goat. You are so wise.
The camera pans out to reveal that Drago is holding onto the horns of a goat.
Goat: Baaaaaa.
Drago takes a deep breath and lets out a huge roar that can be heard throughout the entirety of the hallways. The goat gets startled and starts screaming too.
Goat: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
After a few intense moments of screaming, they finally stop and the goat departs. Drago stands up and looks at the camera, looking more than prepared.
Drago: Aries. Tonight we face off in the main event of Turmoil. You came back other week for "one more round". You beat Jackson Montgomery, but now you're facing someone you never thought you be facing years ago.
Drago: I'm know who you are. You call yourself Best in the World. Maybe it was true back then. Maybe is even true right now. But here is something you should know.
Drago points to himself.
Drago: I am the measuring stick of this company. Whether it is Riot, Turmoil, or whatever other show, the best of the best still have to get through me. After holding multiple championships, sometimes at the same time, the young lions in this company and all over the world look to me for inspiration. For the HUNGER to succeed. I'm sure it was same for you back in your day. So tonight, you're gonna see exactly what I'm made of.
The World's Greatest Hunter raises his index finger.
Drago: But don't think that you might know everything about me when we step into the ring. Just because I might be old dog doesn't mean I'm can't learn new tricks. So you're gonna have to watch out for the Tiger Uppercut....
Drago: Double Drago.....
Drago: Jungle 2 Jungle....
The hunter looks to where the goat was and looks back at the camera.
Drago: ...Or maybe I might have to teach you some Basic Bubbanomics. If you don't know what that means, you'll learn exactly what I'm mean when the dust settle. See you in the ring....Best in the World.
Drago takes out his aviators from his jacket pocket and puts them on. He raises an eyebrow and smirks at the camera before he walks off.
*****
An outside door is opened by a Turmoil staffer, stepping in is Terra Daturas, dragging her large coat behind her. She is carrying a large bouquet of flowers, smiling wide. She nods and thanks the staffer in her soft, calming voice.
Terra: I thank you.
Terra leans her head down, inhaling deeply into the crest of the bouquet. She closes her eyes briefly, enjoying the flowers and runs her hands across the tops of the flowers as they flick back off of her hands.
Terra:Mater, you never cease to amaze me with your sheer beauty.
As she continues to walk, she enters a rest area in a Turmoil hallway. It has been completely separated from the rest of the hall and has been dressed and decorated in various flowers and pieces of greenery.
Terra stands in the center and smiles as she reaches out to the area in adoration. A table sits to the side of the hall with a large green vase placed on top. Terra places the bouquet inside the vase.
Terra: And you wonderful ladies will live here. I think it’s finished. This place… ‘Turmoil’... needed a fresh look… a beautiful natural look.
Terra’s smile fades briefly as she catches her self in a thought.
Terra:Tumultus... Why should we ever represent a place with such an uneasy word? This should be a place of joy and excitement!
Terra: No worries. Hopefully once I have more time, these nice people will abolish their unnatural tendencies and join us in harmony.
Terra’s smile once again rolls over her face. She slides her brown hair to the side and looks up at her area once more.
Terra: Yes. That is the goal. We should call this place Concordia. Harmony! Much better.
Terra places her hands together proudly before she is startled by the sound of a swift voice.
Johnny Law: What in the hell is all this?!
Terra turns around to find the Mask with the Mouth, Johnny Law, with his arms spread out. Right beside him is the Women’s Champion, Dragana, looking quite intrigued. Johnny walks up to a bouquet and starts laughing.
Johnny Law: We got a botanist here??? You setting up a little flower shop here so that all the nice and kind wrasslers roaming around these parts can sit together and sing Kumbaya?
Terra looks wide eyed at Dragana before peering back to Johnny Law.
Terra: Um, greetings sir..
Dragana: …
Johnny: Next thing I know, you’re probably gonna tell me that we should stop eating meat and just eat salads for the rest of our lives, right? Quit using gas for our cars, hell, stop using them altogether right? No more electricity, gases, bring everything back to the absolute basics. Please tell me you’re not one of those people.
Terra’s eyes move slowly over to try and gauge a reaction from Dragana to Johnny’s aggressive introduction. She smiles and awkwardly extends her hand for a handshake. Johnny looks perplexed.
Terra: Well, like you, I am one of those people who was blessed to be born on this beautiful planet. My goal to serve Mater Natura any way I can. My name is Terra. Terra Daturas.
Johnny looks down at Terra’s hand poking out of her large patchwork coat and back up at her face. Johnny’s reluctance causes Terra’s face to grow concerned.
Johnny: Johnny Law. Manager to your Women’s Champion and professional rabble-rouser. And I’d suggest taking back all your flowers and things with you back to your hippie motorhome before she-
Dragana slaps Johnny firmly on the chest and moves him out of the way.
Johnny: Ouch…..
The Silent Queen looks at Terra’s hand. She extends her own hand and shakes it with a smile on her face. Terra lights up at the friendly handshake as she nods her head politely.
Terra: And what is your name, ma’am?
Dragana: …
Johnny looks slightly incensed.
Johnny: You serious? You don’t recognize a champion when you see one?
Dragana turns to Johnny, looking at him with a scowl on her face. He immediately backs off.
Johnny: ...What I meant to say is - that her name is Dragana.
Dragana turns away from Johnny and looks back at Terra, then the bouquets. She walks up to them and turns to Terra.
Terra: They’re simply gorgeous, aren’t they? I found them myself! I hope you like them. I don’t want to cause any intrusion, Ms. Dragana.
The Women’s Champion takes a moment to admire the texture and beautiful smell of the bouquet. Terra puts her hands together in slight excitement.
Terra: Finally a kind soul! Mater Natura’s beauty is so great, she’s speechless!
Johnny: Actually, she’s….kinda speechless anyway.
A confused Terra turns to Johnny.
Johnny: She doesn’t really talk. Hence why I’m with her most of the time.
Terra: What do you mean? Is something afflicting her? I certainly hope not…
Terra peers away from Johnny with a saddened look to Dragana, who is still silently admiring the new surroundings. The normally jovial and boisterous Johnny now becomes reserved and serious.
Johnny: There might be, least that’s what I think. I’ve talked to her brother about it multiple times and he doesn’t really seem to know either. I don’t know if he’s hiding something or if he just honestly doesn’t know. Said that she was really shy growing up, but that’s about it.
Johnny shakes his head and sighs.
Johnny: I’m there to make sure that nobody steps all over her.
Terra:Regina Tacet...
Terra’s eyes fall, saddened by Johnny’s sudden change in demeanor. After a moment, she perks up and smiles at Dragana before placing her hand on the OCW Women’s Champion’s shoulder.
Terra: Well, I don’t think she’s the Silent Queen. I think her emotions speak louder and more eloquently than anyone could possibly be using simple words.
Dragana: ….
Terra: Thank you Johnny Law. Thank you for protecting Ms. Dragana. Her heart is kind.
Terra looks back from Johnny and stares down at the same bouquet that Dragana was looking at. She takes one long pink flower and hands it to Dragana. Dragana looks puzzled up at the kind gesture and stares at Terra.
Terra: Here you go, Ms. Dragana. It’s an Azalea! It comes from the Ericaceae. I hope you like it.. If you ever want to look at flowers with me, I’ll be around.
Terra smiles as Dragana takes the vibrant pink flower in her hand.
Terra: And you don’t have to say a word if you don’t want to. Naturae felicitate is as silent as it is beautiful!
Dragana takes a brief look at the flower and nods. She places it inside of her coat pocket before she bows her head in respect.
Johnny: I, uh, guess we should get going. Thanks for your time. I’ll make sure to uh, recycle when I can.
The pair begin to depart with Terra looking on. She spots Johnny down the hallway taking an empty water bottle on the ground and putting it in a recycle bin. The camera fades to black as the Women’s Champion and her manager walk out of view.
The other half of the tag champs is here.
I expect a fight!
You'd think we'd have someone that could come fix this.
Nomad vs Rust Cohle
The camera pans to the announce team.
And like that it's over.
Wow.
So I can guess they battled in this one.
The scene opens in an opulently furnished restaurant; its male patrons dressed in black tie attire, its female patrons donning elegant gowns.
In a corner booth sit Justin Jehst and Elsa Holmberg, sipping wine, dining on succulent meats and vegetable dishes as they talk.
Jehst: Hey, look, I know you got your ass whipped out there tonight, but that happens in OCW from time to time. You gotta take your licks and keep it movin’.
Elsa: I know, I just… I was feel useless out there…
Jehst: Valkyrie’s one hell of a competitor, don’t beat yourself up. You think Chris Hemsworth was a major Hollywood star after his first 2 gigs? Good things take time, you’ll get there.
Elsa smiles as Jehst gives his sage wisdom; he knows the pain of an ass-whipping as good as anyone else in OCW.
Elsa: Thank you, I feeling better.
Jehst: Good. I know this was planned to be a victory dinner but hey, we’ll just call it a ‘learning opportunity’ dinner.
Elsa smiles before beginning to cut into the gravy covered chicken breast on her plate, scooping up a golden, crisp piece of potato and small amount of other vegetables as the camera cuts to a wide shot of the booth.
From the left side of the screen waltz in multiple security guards accompanied by none other than Thomas Archer. Jehst immediately stands, infuriated.
Jehst: I swear, if you come any closer I’ll slam this plate over your head and drive your body through this table!
The other patron’s in the restaurant begin to quieten but try not to look like they’re staring.
Archer: I assumed this was the response I would get, hence me bringing my loyal security force with me. I can’t have a sour disappointment like you throwing lamb and mint sauce all over this pristine suit now can I?
Justin’s fists clench, as do his teeth. He speaks with a tone of disdain.
Jehst: What do you want, you piece of human garbage?...
Archer: I’ve actually come for her. We have a short film to shoot and a very tight deadline.
He extends his open hand to Elsa, who looks at Jehst confused.
Jehst: What do you mean?
Archer: Well, I couldn’t let you coming into my office like a bull in a China shop go unpunished could I? You broke my favourite vase. This is your punishment and a wake-up call that you cannot mess with the 0.5%.
Thomas motions the security force to take Elsa. One guard approaches and Jehst begins to move.
Guard #1: Please, sir, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. The shoot begins in an hour.
Jehst: You’re not taking her.
Archer: Justin, you poor fool. You, nor her, have a choice.
At that moment, Archer turns to one of his goons who passes him a briefcase with “0.5% Studios” written on it.
Archer: You see this? This is the contract you both signed. She has an entertainment obligation to fulfil.
He motions to the security team to roll-out.
Archer: Let’s go, men.
One guard stays to make sure Jehst doesn’t leave the booth.
Jehst: When I get my hands on you, Archer, I’m gonna take that stupid mask off your face and drive that ugly mug into the mat! You hear me!
The group leave and let the restaurant door swing closed. Everyone in the vicinity begins speaking to each other quietly and return to eating their meals.
Justin dusts himself off and looks at the guard.
Guard #5: I’m sorry about that. I’m just doing my job sir.
The guard then turns and leaves a defeated Jehst who slowly sits down to his booth seat. He rests his elbows on the table and puts his face in his hands.
From the right hand side of the screen appears the waiter.
Waiter: And how will you be paying tonight, sir?
Without even looking up he slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out his credit card.
Waiter: Thank you, Mr. Jehst.
The camera then slowly pulls back in a slow zoom out while simultaneously fading to black.
*****
Turmoil is spooling up, and it’s sure to keep up the momentum with Jim Black and AWOL in the interview room.
Black: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests tonight: former tag team champions Cort Marshall and Christian Shepherd.
Cort and Shep nod at Jim.
Black: Now gentlemen there have been murmurs, as it were, of cracks in the foundation so to speak.
Shep: You know, Jim, everybody likes to talk behind everybody else’s back around here. And I’m not much for rumours. What you see is what you get, and what you’re seeing is the best tag team in OCW.
Cort: That’s damn right! Now what we got here are some rookies on the upswing. That’s always nice to see in OCW--wasn’t so long ago I was rookie myself! They’re good sportsmen and good wrestlers, but I firmly believe that me and Shep are going to re-establish ourselves in the tag team scene tonight.
Cort: A lot has changed. The formation of TTT, returning legends, and the platonic power couple of Mugen and Drago. Rust and Quartz are running their motormouths all over the damn place, and frankly, I’m tired of the fumes! So I hate to rain on the parade of brotherly love, but we’ve got a point to prove and we’re gonna prove it… pointily. Take it away Shep!
Shep: Here we’ve got a classic team of power and speed, with Doc Green using a lot of fast-paced technical moves, and Antonio Everett with more power-based offense. But it’s nothing we haven’t seen before. We’ve been all around the world here at OCW, we’ve met the best it has to offer--and we’ve beaten them. Uncrowned might be a great team, but we’re the BEST team. Full stop.
Cort: So with all due respect, we’re not going in there with the intention of giving anybody a break. It’s gonna be a slobberknocker, Jim! Think of it like this; we’re a 4,000 pound Cadillac merging onto the freeway, and nothing short of the Queen Mary or a bus full of schoolkids is gonna stop us now. HOO RAH!
Cort departs offscreen, a questionably-legal firecracker of patriotic intensity! Shep’s not far behind, leaving us with Jim Black for the outro.
Black: There you have it, folks! I barely got any words in edgewise, but it seems any friction in AWOL is a thing of the past. Tag team action later tonight!
