The Italian wrestler heads to the corner to get a microphone, then goes face to face with Harvey. He stares into his eyes and gives off a half-mouth smile. Harvey returns the defiant smile.
Blacksmith: Harvey Hamilton Ocean….
Blacksmith: Forgive me for interrupting your senseless monologue, but don't worry. I'll get straight to the point…
Harvey spreads his arms, keeping his gaze fixed on the Italian wrestler.
Blacksmith: I know that look Harvey. The gaze of those who believe themselves invincible. Of those who believe themselves superior. This is what you believe at this moment.
Blacksmith: How can I blame you. Right now, we are on two completely different levels.
Blacksmith begins walking around the former World Champion.
Blacksmith: H2O. The two time World Champion. One of the faces of the OCW...
Blacksmith: Everyone knows who you are. There are a lot of children that want to become like you. Your gadget sells like hot cakes . Aren’t you happy about that? Aren’t you proud?
Blacksmith: And then look at me. I’m an outcast. A creep. A creature that wanders in the dark....
Harvey is bewildered by the attitude Blacksmith presents to him.
H2O: You are a star in your own right Blacksmith. But do tell me, what is it that you want?
Blacksmith: I think you've already figured that out..The motivation? It’s simple.
The Last Blacksmith chuckles.
Blacksmith: Everyone is always looking for titles, awards. I am part of a small group of people. Those who don't care about all this. I want to see the world burn. Bringing suffering to those whose lives are too perfect, opening scars they will never forget.
Blacksmith: The Good Light against The Darkest Shadow. The Face of OCW against The Outcast.
Blacksmith smiles and gets closer to Harvey.
Blacksmith: I want you at Chill Facktor.
The crowd pops , and begins to shout the catchphrase "ACCENDI"
H2O looks quickly around the arena while listening to the “ACCENDI” pop. He turns his attention back to The Last Blacksmith and raises the mic to his lips to say….
H2O: No.
Harvey shakes his head no to Blacksmith and backs his way through the ropes and to the outside apron. Blacksmith raises his arms up in a “why not” gesture.
Harvey takes a walk down the steel steps and walks backwards up the ramp keeping his eye on Blacksmith.
Blacksmith: Hold on a second...Harvey, you are disappointing me… I mean, I’m giving you the chance to avenge what happened to your little girl…
A mischievous smile appears on Blacksmith's face.
Blacksmith: Come on. Did you forget what I have done to Valk? And guess what, it was all your fault.
Blacksmith: Kassidy wasn’t in the arena that day. While you… you were there, and did literally nothing to avoid that. You just watched her being Black Massed by me. And you did nothing.
Blacksmith: You are nothing more than a coward, H2O...
Blacksmith: I am not surprised that Valkyrie chose to be close to Kassidy at the time .. Because he was, is, and will always be better than you …
H2O stops walking and snatches his shades off and heads back to the ring. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and hesitates his engagement with Blacksmith.
He puts his shades back on. The crowd at this point is loud so you can’t hear what H2O is saying but you can read his lips that say, “Nah” as he makes his way backstage.
Jordan Trance sits in catering, the run sheet for the night is spread out before him and he releases a long sigh before pinching his nose.
Jordan: I guess you should screech as loud as you possibly can to get what you want then…
Jordan flings the piece of paper to the floor before looking directly into the camera.
Jordan: To whoever is watching, I don’t care if Mantis wins tonight, I just want to fight him. Hell, if you need it to be more interesting I’ll put my hair on the line if he puts his mask on the line. There’s a show coming up where everyone votes for stuff, right? There’s one of the options.
Jordan shrugs.
Jordan: He might think he can just forget about me and ignore me, but I’m not going away, hypocrite.
Cort Marshall wanders the hall in his walk of shame backstage, trying--and failing--to ignore the stares of other wrestlers after selling out to Thomas Archer. He dodges down a less busy hallway, trying to avoid the cameras, but suddenly meets the large-muscled, wild-haired man known as Justin Jehst! Jehst steps in front of Cort and begins yelling at him.
Justin: What… the hell.. was that?!
Cort: Listen, I--
Jehst jabs him in the chest.
Jehst: No, YOU listen! I thought I knew you! I thought you were better than that!
Cort: Better than what? Huh? I’m making decisions for my future. Not for wrestling, not for what people think of me, not the here and now, but when I’m 50 and everyone else here is pilled up and crippled!
Jehst: Bull-spasm, that’s not what this is about! You’re greedy. You’ve always been greedy. Maybe I was an idiot for not seeing it sooner. Maybe I was an idiot for thinking I had someone who could watch my back!
Cort shakes his head, pleading his case.
Cort: I’m not greedy, Justin, I’m gettin’ old. You wouldn’t know what it’s like! It’s all sunshine and high hopes until you hit your late thirties and realize it’s alllll goin’ downhill from there!
Jehst: Oh, I don’t know. Ha!
He laughs, angrily, and Cort flinches back.
Cort: Listen, this was just the one time, I swear. I still got your back against Tre, I’m not like Capo or--
Jehst cuts him off at the mention of his ex-tag partner who’d put him in the hospital!
Jehst: You sure about that? Cause I thought I knew that guy too. Just like I thought I knew you wouldn’t do something like start working for that scumbag billionaire! You know what he put me through right?!
Cort: I’m NOT working with him, god dammit! Just let me--
Justin shakes his head, voice lowering.
Jehst: Save the excuses. And don’t bother coming back to the locker room, I’ll leave your stuff at the door.
He pushes past Cort, who turns to watch him leave, turmoil written into every line on his face.
The Camera Pans To The Lockeroom!
The camera opens to Jim Black in a backstage hallway, near the entrance to the parking garage. A moment goes by before Solomon Caine walks by in his suit with the Light Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder.
Jim Black: Mr. Caine! A word?
Caine stops and looks inquisitively at Black.
Solomon Caine: Back up.
Black quickly takes a few steps back, a semi-worried expression on his face.
Jim Black: So... uh... Mr. Caine, some people have been wondering, what's with the change?
Solomon Caine: Hmm?
Jim Black: You know... the suit and tie? The attitude? It seems a little different from your usual these days.
Caine chuckles and walks towards the parking garage.
Jim Black: Mr. Caine? Wait!
Caine rounds the corner as Black is left dumbfounded. The camera fades to black.
EL PARCA*
vs.
TONY EVERRETT
After an ungodly amount of Mama Reese’s Black Bourbon, James Fraser turns towards his fallen drunken rival and raises his hands into the air. Colby, possibly deceased, lay his head against the bartop, slightly drooling and mumbling.
Fraser: I told ye, Cuntby. Ye cannae beat me at this drinking thing. This is MY territory. Stick to your little apple juice sippy cups.
Colby attempts to raise his head off of the bartop, but fails, causing his face to crash against the wood.
Colby: GAD DAMN IT *HICCUP* You think I’m done yet? You think *HICCUP* that I can’t keep going?
Fraser: Cuntby, it’s 35 to 9. I’ve won. Ye can’t even get up!
Colby: Can to! *HICCUP*
Colby once again attempts to get up, but falls back into his seat.
Colby: Okay, you’re right. I’m pished *HICCUP*.
Fraser: So that brings us to what? 1-1? BARKEEP! ANOTHER!
The bartender frighteningly walks over to the basically sober James Fraser, and pours the last of Mama Reese’s Black Bourbon into his shot glass.
Fraser: To you, ye wee shite.
Before Fraser can down the last of the bourbon, Colby grabs his arm.
Colby: Not yet. *HICCUP* It’s not over yet, Frasher. One more.
Fraser: One more what?
Colby: One more contest. *HICCUP*
Colby points to the dart board in the distance.
Colby: Let’s make it 2-1, ya twat.
Fraser: Sigh, oh Cuntby, you are a wee lightweight lad but I’ll give ye what ye’ve done thus far. Let us make it 2-1!
Fraser stands up as if he hadn’t been drinking the last few hours as he goes to the dart board grabbing a handful of darts. Fraser, throws three darts, of which all of them land bullseye after bullseye after bullseye.
Fraser turns his head to Colby with a shit eating grin
Fraser: Alright lad, yer turn now Cuntby.
Colby: Give me those damn darts.
Colby snatches the darts from Fraser’s hand, but almost misses. He stands in front of the dart board and throws. Unfortunately, the dart lands in the cheek of the same bartender that’s been encouraging the alcoholics all night along.
With a guttural howl, the rest of the bar rises up to see what the commotion is about. The patrons notice the bartender on the ground with a dart in his face, and they all turn to Colby and James. Another unfortunate note; this was the only biker bar in town.
Fraser: Well…...f**k. Colby, are you good to fight?
Colby drops the rest of the darts and turns to face the bikers in the opposite direction.
Colby: I’m good. You ready to f**k some shite up?
Fraser: Always.
Before both men head into battle…
Fraser: By the way...2-1.
Fraser rips the empty bottle of Mama Reese’s Black Bourbon off of the bartop, and smashes it over a biker’s skull, causing the big beefy man to go down. All the while, Colby stands still behind the bald bruiser, not moving an inch. A bulky fist comes crashing into the young drunkard’s face, as Fraser makes the save with a gnarly punch to the nose.
Fraser: Colby! Snap out of it ye mong!
As Fraser finishes trying to encourage Colby to awaken from his drunken stupor, a man comes charging towards James. Out of nowhere, with some kind of stupid drunk power; Colby smacks the man with a bone-breaking elbow, possibly cracking the man’s jaw.
After about ten minutes, the almost at capacity biker bar had a population of two. Bodies everywhere. Even the children were knocked out. Fraser and Colby, a bit bruised and bloody, but nothing a bit more booze won’t fix.
Both men walk towards the bartop and have a seat once more, with James reaching over the bar to grab a bottle of Tia Rosita’s Tequila. Fraser pours both men a drink, while the bartender can still be heard screaming in the background.
Bartender: THERE’S A DART IN MY FACE! WHY WON’T YOU HELP ME?!?!?!?!?!?!
The shot glasses clank once more, as both men share a drink with some kind of newfound respect.
Colby: Thanks.
Fraser: Thanks? Thanks? I just saved yer arse, ye cunt.
Colby: No, I mean...thanks. Really. Since coming to OCW, I’ve felt nothing but anger. Pure, unadulterated anger at one man. This has possibly been one of the best experiences of my life. Just beating the shit out of bikers and drinking myself to death. I just hope that we won’t drag this rivalry on, James. I need to face him.
Fraser: Who? Nate? Mate, you’ll get there. Trust me. I might hate yer face, but yer a good sport. Let’s beat the shit out of each other a bit more. It’ll toughen you up for the battles ahead.
Colby smirks and raises his empty glass.
Colby: I’ll drink to that!
James pours another shot, as both men bump fists in a “bromance” moment. The camera fades off, as the best of seven series is now at 2-1.
It is Premiere Day on the red carpet as UAE’s debut film, Montana James and The Cave of Terror, is set to take over theatres.
Interviewers and paparazzi gather round as they await the movie’s star studded cast, headlined by Maxx Edwards, to make their way through the aisle. One by one, cast members walk through, stopping for interviews and pictures. The last person is Maxx Edwards, who has an interview lined up with VAGUE Magazine
Interviewer: Maxx, it’s a pleasure for you to join us tonight ahead of your movie premiere.
Maxx: I’m ecstatic to be here quite frankly. It’s good to be here and talk to you guys. Thanks for having me.
Interviewer: Well, let's get right into it. How was it like on set with your costars?
Maxx: It was great! I think we all had an amazing time filming. It was so much fun, never a dull moment with those guys!
Interviewer: Great. With you playing the main character in this movie, many critics have pegged you as one of Hollywood’s fastest rising stars. What do you have to say to these claims?
Maxx: I’m honored but I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve always worked hard and strived for perfection and I’m glad you guys have all gotten to see that.
The interviewer quickly looks down and flips his card over and begins reading.
Interviewer: Obviously, you had to take some time off of OCW to film this movie, but fans are wondering, when will we see Maxx Edwards back into an OCW ring?
Maxx: I’m glad you asked. I probably shouldn’t be saying this but oh well. After this premiere, I should have to get back to OCW and you didn’t hear it from me but I might be back in action as soon as next Riot.
The interviewer shuffles his cards into a nice pile before facing the camera and puts on their announcer voice.
Interviewer: Exciting news! You heard it here first! Maxx Edwards set to return to OCW on next week’s Riot!
Interviewer: Well Maxx, it was great talking to you. Good luck on the movie!
Maxx: Good Talk. Can’t wait to speak to you again!
The two shake hands as Maxx walks off camera and begins posing for the plethora of photographers as they capture him in 180 degrees of handsomeness.
In a long empty corridor, we see FloJo leaning up against the wall staring up into the lights...
FloJo: Ugh..How could I be so arrogant?! I shouldn’t have let my guard down…
FloJo: Now those creeps have their fangs, injecting their venom deep within me.
FloJo: But, I have the antidote...A solution...Next time, they won’t be so lucky.
FloJo: They want me to join their pseudo-cult, well too bad.
FloJo: Tch. Who am I kidding… I ...
Ashley Moore: … screwed up again. As always.
Ashley Moore: Just admit it, you will never reach what I achieved in the past and what I will achieve in the future.
She puts her hands around her hip, indicating there should be a championship belt around it.
Ashley Moore: Three times.
Flojo: pfft-hahaha. Yeah I never achieved anything you did but at least I never lost it, twice!
FloJo: By the way, while we're on that subject, one main difference between me and you is that I don't need a championship to stand out. You on the other hand, you're just a generic bitch wrestler number three hundred and seventy five. I’d beat you without even trying.
Ashley Moore: I am certain that is not the truth. We both know that I am far superior to you in the ring.
FloJo: Let's see. You and me. One on One in the ring?
Ashley Moore: You sure you want yet another beating?
FloJo: Make like that cheerleader movie and bring it on.
