Johhny furiously snatches a microphone away from a nearby stagehand, while simultaneously not breaking eye contact with Jerome and Kareem in the ring, as he adjusts his sleeves while backing up the ramp.
Johnny (shouting): I’ont even know why I’m out here! But here’s what I know; you ain’t shit Jerome! And you, Senor Franklin, you squeaky, emaciated, bald little squirt, certainly ain’t worth a damn dime!
Johnny (Still shouting):
Don’t you ever think for one second that Johnny freakin’ Millionaire forgot what you two bozos did to disrespect me in my own damn Johnny Millionaire’s hotel, bar, grill, spa, home, casino and resort last Summer.
Johnny (Seriously still shouting):
I think it’s time Jerome, that I knocked you down a peg or two, if you have the balls that is!
Jerome at this point has just about got to his feet. Kareem scurries over to the edge of the ring and grabs a microphone. Haha!
Kareem: You a real funny guy if you think it’s a good idea to step into the ring with my boy Jerome right now, especially after what you just did! Hey, you may have kicked my guy in the nuts but he has more balls than you’ll ever have tough guy! We accept your challenge!
Jerome, heavily breathing, stumbles towards Kareem and grabs the microphone out of his hand. Sweat pouring profusely down him after his hard fought match, he leans on the rope and stares directly into Johnny Millionaire’s eyes.
Jerome: Ay Johnny… that’s not cool man. You know what… we was feelin’ kinda bad for comin’ into your casino and ruining the place but matter of fact, I’m kinda glad we did it… because now I got an excuse to beat… your… ass!
The crowd cheers loudly in response. Johnny looks around, bewildered at the crowd cheering for Jerome and Kareem.
Johnny: Oh! We’ll see about that… yes we will! You’re on, Jerome!
Johnny laughs to himself maniacally as he retreats into the back, leaving Jerome and Kareem in the ring, standing tall.
Empress is walking around backstage of the Turmoil arena showing off her newly redesigned Future Investment Case to the stagehands after giving her Empress Appreciation Speech earlier.
She keeps retelling what happened at Devil’s Night but, no one really seems interested but to avoid getting on her bad side they pretend to be excited about it.
Empress: So that big dumb blond Giraffe Ashley didn’t see me. I mean, I don’t see how she didn’t see me with a head that damn big but, before the match, I snuck a green mist pill in my top and...
Empress too excited about her new case doesn’t notice as Ashley Moore walks up behind her. The stagehands break eye contact with Empress and start to stare over at Ashley causing Empress to look over in her direction.
Empress: Well, If it isn’t the loser. What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy telling these lovely people how I kicked your ass?
Ashley Moore: You cheated! And I want my rematch.
Empress:You should do stand up comedy because you are hilarious. Do I look like an idiot to you? Why would I give you a rematch?
Ashley Moore: Because it’s the right thing to do?
Empress: The right thing to do? Hahahahaha...I’ll tell you what the right thing for you to do is to get the hell out of my face before I shatter that big ass beak you call a nose or even better, maybe I’ll send a couple of goons to visit Mommy and Daddy Moore in there 5x5 prison cell.
Ashley Moore: This has nothing to do with them.
Empress: Well then if you are smart you’ll leave me alone. I said it on Riot and I’ll say it again the answer is No! The answer will remain No! And when you are sitting on the toilet trying to think of some other stupid idea to try and get a rematch remember this the answer is still NO!
Empress shoves Ashley Moore out of the way and walks away.
EVELYN PARKER vs ZOE COHLE
The locker room is empty apart from one woman; Heather Angelo. She sits uninterrupted, tying the final few loops on her boots. A knock in the background gets her attention.
Heather: I already told you I don’t want to sign up to the TOLMC Income Funnel…
Elsa Holmberg, dressed in her ring gear, enters the frame. Heather looks up to see the enthusiastic Troupe member approaching.
Heather: If you’ve come to beg for mercy, it’s too late for that.
Elsa: I’m not here to be begging for mercy. I’m here to wish you luck for our match tonight.
She extends her hand. Heather continues to lace her boots, ignoring Elsa.
Heather: I don’t need luck baby girl.
Elsa retracts her hand.
Elsa: Well, ok...
She stands awkwardly for a moment before trying to drag out more conversation.
Elsa: I also just wanting to say...I admire that you beating your demon - that you can now be free.
Heather stops and stands slowly, moving one step at a time while speaking.
Heather: What do you know about “demons”?
Elsa begins to back away, unsure if Furiosa is about to show herself again.
Elsa: I admitting I don’t know about yours, but I have seen demons in my life.
Heather stops but continues to stare intensely.
Elsa: Before I move to America, I was living in rundown house with my father. He was have a job, but did not pay much.
She gently wipes a piece of lint from her jacket.
Elsa: I see drug addicts on our street everyday. Mothers begging for food so they can feeding their children.
Heather's intensity wanes slightly as Elsa tells her story.
Elsa: I was lucky. My father save his money in secret and pay for me to come here so I can escape that life… I have seen what demons can do. Life is not fair, but you beat your demons, and I can only respecting that.
Elsa again extends her hand. Heather hesitates for a moment before accepting and delivering a firm and hardy shake.
Heather: I’ve met the other members in your posse and they were just as mentally strong as you are right now. As far as I’m concerned; I’m starting to respect all of the Troupe.
She lets the handshake go and brushes past Elsa who takes the shoulder bump and brushes herself off. She looks back towards Heather who is stopped with her back still turned against Elsa.
Heather: What I said about you and Jehst earlier, I will apologize for. But I will not apologize for what will happen in that ring tonight.
Elsa turns to face Heather, who is still facing the door.
Heather: Show me what you got Elsa, because the women in this division need to become tougher. We all have a bigger problem, and it’s not each other.
Elsa nods.
Heather: I need to know when the call is made will you be ready to fight.
Heather: Will you?
Elsa: I -
Heather: - Don’t say it. Show me.
Heather turns her head towards the doorway. Elsa looks to be pumped up from Heathers pep-talk as her eyes gain an intensity not usually seen on the Swedish sweetheart.
As Heather leaves the room the scene fades out.
Jim Black: Please join me in welcoming my guests at this time.. The Uncrowned!
A cheer from the crowd can be heard as we cut backstage where Jim Black is stood by with the number one contenders for the Undisputed Tag Team Championships.
Doc Green appears to be in his ring gear while Antonio has elected for a much more casual look. They appear in good spirits.
Antonio: Happy to be here, glad you could have us.
Jim: So, I take it you guys have already chosen who will be competing in tonight’s main event. Doc, how are you feeling going into it? Neither man is a slouch in the ring.
Doc: We knew that getting a win here would be massive for us, momentum wise. I don’t know which of those two they’ll be sending out, but it’s going to be a win either way. Rust’s great, sure, but I’ve beaten him before, twice, and tonight I’ll do it again… and Quartz-
Before he can continue, he is interrupted by Rust Cohle and Inness Quartz walking into frame.
Rust: Beaten me twice… But who had their hand raised when it mattered?
Jim: Well, it appears I can’t have a single interview that goes uninterrupted.
Quartz stares daggers at Jim for the snide remark and he scurries away.
Doc: Yeah mate, since you and I know that’s a fact, I take it you’ll be sending Quartz out instead.
Quartz: Wrong.
Quartz: Rustin is more than capable… but you already knew that, didn’t you?
Antonio steps up now, and all 4 men are face to face.
Antonio: Jesus Christ can we get five minutes without having to listen to you two dickheads running your mouths? We don’t have to wait for Anniversary you know...
Quartz and Cohle drop their championships on the ground and stare at their 15th Anniversary opponents. Referees and officials scatter to try and separate them before something happens. Just as they approach… All 4 members look around slowly…
Suddenly, CQC and the Uncrowned begin tossing the officials aside one by one. After the dust settles, they all nod to one another and begin unleashing blows!
Doc manages to get the upper hand and tosses Quartz into a wall, temporarily taking him down, when he turns, Rust Cohle whips Antonio Everrett directly into him and follows up with a clubbing blow to Everrett’s back.
Cohle and Doc stand face to face for a moment before their partners rise and the brawl continues. More officials and even OCW GM Tiberius Dupree move in to break the 4 men up…
Dupree: Enough! This is not some phreaking back alley where you four can just throw down wherever you want! We settle things in the RING in OCW.
Dupree:
You will all have time for this at Anniversary! Tonight, one of you from each team will go out there, the other one stays in the LOCKER ROOM. I’ve had enough of this!
The two teams continue staring intensely and back away slowly, not averting their gaze for even a moment as the camera fades to break.
The scene opens to a Black 1967 Chevrolet Impala pulling into the parking lot, with a big a swift movement, The OCW Pride Champion emerges from the vehicle, his Afro sporting a healthy sheen.
Golden pops his trunk and retrieves his belt and perches it on his shoulder. as he’s making his way to the arena he notices the Camera and approaches it to speak.
Golden: The men before me who held this championship on my shoulder all had one thing in common….
Golden: My Pride is my craft and desire to be the best, the very best. To have my name echoed though the annals of time, and to become immortal.
Golden points to the championship on his shoulder.
Golden: to be the best, you have to beat the best. You have to have legendary battles.
Golden: I beat a champion who was on a hell of a run, he beat top contenders left and right, and in the blink of an eye, he’s once again a champion. That’s my goal as champion.
Golden: Mr. Aisu, I’ve heard your remarks, and I find it ridiculous that you call out perhaps the most pure grappler on the roster out for being disrespectful to the craft. You’re biting off more than you can chew.
Golden: Prove to me that you are a good fight… that it’s worth stepping in the ring with you, and I’ll put my Pride on the line.
Golden: Ball is in your court homie.
Golden pats his Championship and exits off screen, as the scene fades to black.
