Leaked Footage: Scott Oasis Invades Heaven's Den!

PENDLETON, OREGON

HEAVEN’S DEN RANCH - SOUTHERN ENTRANCE

12am ON SATURDAY

CHAPTER 1 / the fence

(The wheat shuffles gently in the night wind. An owl rests on a post, gazing out across the land. The lights from Heaven’s Den are dim in the distance.)

The stillness is shattered by a silver pickup truck, probably from 1973, roaring down the dirt path, kicking up clouds of dust behind it. The one headlight that works shakes as the truck comes to a sickening stop just outside the perimeter of Heaven’s Den. The passenger door flies open, and out steps Scott Oasis, shockingly calm. Oasis cracks his neck as stares over the field. He turns back to the driver, clearly a local.)

SCOTT OASIS

You be here in one hour. One hour. If I’m not here...wait 10 minutes, then go.

LOCAL

One hour, wait ten minutes, go. You got it.

SCOTT OASIS

Good. You paid the inside man?

LOCAL

In full. He’ll be patrolling the Big House. Red bandanna on his leg. Can’t miss him.

SCOTT OASIS

Good. Go on. One hour.

(The local nods as Oasis slams the door shut, and the truck immediately takes off. In a moment, the eerie stillness returns. Scott Oasis is unfazed.)

SCOTT OASIS

...fuckin pricks…

(And with that, he grabs the wooden fence and climbs into the most hostile territory he has ever known: the wolf’s lair. Heaven’s Den.)

CHAPTER 2 / the road

(Oasis pushes through the wheat field with ease, clearing a path the size of a bull. Within minutes, he’s reached the main hill overlooking the ranch. He drops to his stomach and crawls forward, pulling a small pair of binoculars from inside his sweatshirt.)

SCOTT OASIS

red bandanna red bandanna red bandanna...fuckin red bandanna…

(With each second that passes, Oasis’ frustration grows until…)

SCOTT OASIS

Gotcha. Lanky fuck…

(Oasis tosses the binoculars away and pops back up to his feet, hastily making his way down the hill… to a dirt road. On the other side of the road is another large field, this one providing no cover whatsoever…it is barren. Just…a field.)

SCOTT OASIS

What the fuck is the point of this farm?

(Headlights. From the south. Fuck. Oasis scrambles, bolting across the road and into the field, narrowly escaping the lights…)

???

HEY!

(...or not. Oasis stops in his tracks drops his head, slightly concealing himself. The truck driving by screeches to a halt. Two guards in black balaclavas hop out, carrying iron batons.)

GUARD 1

Who the Fuck are You?!

SCOTT OASIS (higher voice)

I wanna be saved...I’m homeless...hungry…

GUARD 2

Shut the fuck up! I don’t give a sh-

(Just as Guard 1 gets close, Oasis spins around. Both guards let out startled gasps as they instinctively step back.)

GUARD 2

It’s Scott Fuc-

(-kin Oasis finishes his sentence with a signature right hand; multiple breaks in the jaw. Guard 2 crumbles to the ground, and Guard 1 is already booking it back to the truck.)

GUARD 1

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!

(Guard 1 reaches the truck...just as Scott Oasis dives in, ramming his forearm into the back of the guards head and into the window. It shatters upon impact. The sound turns Oasis’ stomach, but only for a second. Oasis pulls the guard out of the window and tosses him limply to the ground.)

SCOTT OASIS

...ok...bad start…

(Oasis looks at his hand; cut from the glass somehow. Shit. Block out the pain. Oasis growls as he cracks his neck and flexes his hand, before taking off across the barren field.)

CHAPTER 3 / the barn

(Oasis creeps up to the Den perimeter, easily climbing the wooden fence and kneeling beside a nearby tree. Oasis slowly raises his hood as he scans the area. Just a big wooden building...paths leading around it, towards light. This is it. Last chance to turn back.)

(Scott Oasis steps forward, towards a back door...he pushes it open with startling ease. The room is dark, yet somehow...red. Oasis’ jet black hoodie stands out across the bright black of the room. The air is stagnant; thick; musky and bitter. Like a slaughterhouse. A few rows of benches line up into the darkness. There are makeshift balconies and bleacher seating above. Oasis stops in the back corner of the room and glances about before slowly rising to his feet.)

SCOTT OASIS

The fuck is thi-

(A door creaks open. Light streams in. Oasis immediately drops to his stomach and crawls behind and under the benches…

…from this angle, he can make out the front of the room. A wooden stage. A leather chair. Red fabric hanging from the rafters. A severed wolf head mounted on the wall. Oasis loses his breath for a moment; even he is taken aback. Kenny Drake’s Alter is a mere 50 feet away…

...a guard walks in...then another. A third follows, and behind him, a fourth. They stand at attention against the far wall. A fifth person enters. This one is smaller, thinner, and a woman. She walks with confidence; slowly and with purpose. Oasis snarls to himself. Niki Khan.)

NIKI KHAN

You all can go.

(Like good dogs do, the guards follow instructions and leave the barn, closing the door tightly behind them. Niki sighs and steps up the wooden stage, her black boots making a loud sound on the old wood stage. She absentmindedly removes her leather jacket and tosses it between the pews. She stops at the chair and looks out across the pews before gently sitting down. She leans back and gets comfortable. For a few moments, silence. Oasis’ eyes begin to adjust to the dark. He can see she’s smiling.)

NIKI KHAN

...my dad...is a weak man. I watched him be bullied by landlords...customers...neighbors...everybody. He would not fight back, because he said “God does not believe in violence.” ...heh...a Khan...my mother, however...she taught me that life is nothing but violence, intercut randomly with moments of peace to keep you alive. If you let it, life can torture you, kill you, revive you, and do it all again...over and over...that’s my dad. He’s being tortured to death over...and over...and over again. Most people would feel sorrow...sympathy, even. I don’t. I feel nothing...nothing at all.

(Niki leans forward, running her hands through her hair.)

NIKI KHAN

I stole...and I lied...and I cheated… and I was violent...because I didn’t want to be my dad. I didn’t want this world to treat me like I was a career victim, so I shaped the world around me. I fought bloody, horrible wars with people that would terrify others...but I felt nothing. Because I couldn’t.

(Oasis slows his breathing. She is strangely charismatic...she needs help...she needs m-Oasis shakes his head slightly...No. Focus.)

NIKI KHAN

And then...I met Kenny...and it has been like a dream ever since. Love...anger...passion...hatred...strength. He was everything my dad wasn’t. He was everything I needed. So I made him mine...and years later...here we are. King and Queen of Wolves…and here you are…

(Oasis freezes...what did she say?)

NIKI KHAN

...here you are, trying to take it all away from us…

(Niki leans back into the chair. Only her Cheshire Cat grin is unobscured by shadow.)

NIKI KHAN

...you shouldn’t have come here...you will die here...and nobody is going to come to save you.

(Niki lets out a terrifying cackle, sending a shiver down Oasis’ spine. Niki suddenly stops laughing and stands, spitting at the ground in front of her before walking back towards the door. The light streams in again…)

NIKI KHAN

Ahhh Mademoiselles…

(The guards stream in again. They all hold lead pipes.)

NIKI KHAN

Monsieur LaPadite...mademoiselles...Adieu.

(Niki laughs again and snaps her fingers as she walks out the door, slamming it shut. The four soldiers fan out, walking slowly down the aisles.)

SCOTT OASIS

...fun…

(Oasis slowly begins crawling beneath the pews as the Guards stalk down the aisles. With each step closer that they take, Oasis crawls a little faster, until…)

GUARD

THERE HE IS!

(With a guttural roar, Scott Oasis leaps to his feet, shattering the old wooden pew in half. The shards narrowly miss the nearby guards faces, giving Oasis just enough time to shatter Guard A’s nose with a headbutt. He spins on his heel, ducking an oncoming roundhouse from Guard B. Oasis twists, grabbing Guard B in rear waist lock and lifts. Like a rainbow of death, the guard goes up and down, straight through another pew. German Suplex. Two down, two to go.)

SCOTT OASIS

What happened? You guys sleep in on training day?!

GUARD C

Mother FUCKER!

GUARD D

DIE, ROID BOY!

(Guard C and D rush in with their lead pipes, but Oasis, in a fit of rage, grabs a nearby pew and rips it off the ground with horrific ease, and in one motion, throws it straight at Guard C. Down. Guard D, however, swings his pipe at the back of Oasis’ knee. Crack, and down goes Oasis, roaring in pain. Another pipe shot lands to Oasis’ massive back, taking his wind for a moment.)

GUARD D

Kenny said yo-

(We’ll never know. Scott Oasis jumps to his feet, lifting Guard D onto his shoulders in a sloppy powerbomb position...and mercilessly slams D down through a pew. All four down.)

SCOTT OASIS

*panting* ok...ok...you’re fine, scott...you’re fine…

(Oasis stumbles back a little as he tries to fully stand. A groan escapes his otherwise stoic face when he attempts to put weight on his left knee, but after a few steps and whispered curse words, Oasis stalks past the altar and out the door, further into the compound.)

CHAPTER 4/ the house

(Red bandanna. A red bandanna around the leg. Scott Oasis hugs the wall of the barn as he slinks through the night. The ranch is quiet. Very quiet. Is it always this way at midnight? Why does this feel off?)

(Oasis drops to his stomach and scrambles under a nearby fence, hiding underneath one of Nate Cage’s Humvee’s. Oasis takes a moment to let his eyes adjust before taking a look around.)

SCOTT OASIS

redbandannaredbandannaredbandannawherethefuckdidyougoredbandanna…

(Oasis’ eyes dart from side to side, desperately searching for the man with the re-)

???

“——ent down to the river to prey/studyin’ about that good ol way/and who shall wear/the golden crown/o father show us the way...as I w—“

(Oasis freezes. Singing. Coming from where?)

???

“—-all wear/the golden crown/o father show us the way...oooo father/let’s go down/lets go down/come ooon down...oooo father/let’s go dow—-“

(Oasis stops breathing. Trying to focus on the singing...where is it?)

???

“—-he river to prey...as i went down to the river to pret/studyin’ abou—“

(Everywhere. The singing is coming from everywhere.)

(Red bandanna! Walking the perimeter of the big house! For a moment, Scott Oasis feels happiness, but it is quickly swallowed whole by the realization that he was surrounded...or was he? Oasis turns his head ever so, scanning his immediate area...nothing. Not a soul.)

SCOTT OASIS

...it’s a trick...it’s a trick…there’s no-one out there…

(Moments pass. The singing continues, volume neither rising or falling. What in the hell is happening? Red Bandanna turns on his heel and slowly starts to walk away. Shit. Now or never. Oasis takes a deep breath… and scrambles our into the courtyard of Heaven’s Den, running as silently as a man his size can. Within seconds, he is at the house. Oasis shivers slightly...it’s colder at the house then anywhere on the ranch…Oasis blocks it out and hugs the wall, just barely ducking underneath the windows...Red Bandanna stops...Oasis gets closer, inches away.)

SCOTT OASIS

Hey...yo, it’s m-

(Red Bandanna turns and removes his hood...)

CLINTON STONE

Hi.

(Oasis stumbles back. His eyes go wide. Oasis turns to run, but instead stares directly at 50 smiling, unblinking followers in red robes. All eyes are on Scott Oasis…)

(Something small and metal strikes Oasis behind the ear. Everything goes dark. He feels himself fall to the ground…)

CHAPTER 5/ the end

(...and is jostled awake what seems like seconds later. Scott Oasis slowly lifts his head and looks at the ground. He’s kneeling. His arms, bound behind his back, tied to his bound ankles. Like a startled animal, he tries to break free, but the bonds are too tight. Panting, Oasis looks up. The sight cuts his breath short.)

(A hundred followers, all staring. Smiling. He feels every single eye looking directly into his. The feeling forces him to look away. His eyes now rest on a bench. Nate and Natalie Cage sit beside each other. Niki Khan holds baby Sid. Rasmus Walker and Clinton Stone stand behind them. All stare…)

SCOTT OASIS

What...what the fuck is this?

???

THIS...Scott...THIS is the end of the line.

(Oasis swings his head further, attempting to see behind him. Standing not two feet behind his left shoulder, and looking down a steep hill, is Kenny Drake.)

KENNY DRAKE

...I broke my wrist on this hill. 10 years old. My grandpa duct taped it to a board...said, “There. You’re fine. You’re a Drake.” And that was that. I didn’t go to a hospital to get a proper cast until maybe a week later...He was right, too...wrist healed perfectly.

(Kenny spits off the side of the hill.)

KENNY DRAKE

I like to think sometimes...THAT was the day I was chosen...THAT was the day God said, “YOU…will lead the world into the next age.” And I think that...because I’m the only person to ever...EVER...survive this hill.

(Kenny turns. His silent, stewing anger somehow uncharacteristic. He stares at Scott Oasis with dripping contempt.)

KENNY DRAKE

Ranch hands...animals...fuckin, I think a cousin of mine...Three people died on this hill in a month just four years ago. Yet...I survived...Scott...because I was WORTH it.

(Kenny slowly walks forward. His leather boots squish in the muddy grass. Kenny finally kneels in front of Oasis, who foams at the mouth in anger. Kenny is unfazed. Neither man breaks their stare.)

KENNY DRAKE

...you come to my home...you injure my friends...you threaten my family...because you are not capable of letting go of your losses. I...I don’t know what to say...Scott...I don’t.

NATE CAGE

Then let me kick him in the liver ‘til ya think of something…

KENNY DRAKE

I know you’re angry, Mr. Cage...I am, too...Unfortunately, that won’t work...not anymore. No...no, this calls for something special...Niki?

(Niki nods and gently hands Sid to Nate before standing slowly. She reaches into her jacket and pulls out a small, rusted Gurkha blade. The curve of the blade has small, home cut teeth carved in. It looks frequently used.)

SCOTT OASIS

You can’t be fuckin serious?!

KENNY DRAKE

At this point, Scott, I’m starting to think you actually want to be...I dunno...a member of Wolvesden. You went through all this effort to get here...to see me...to make this big deal about how big and strong you are and how VIOLENT you can be?

SCOTT OASIS

Fuck. You.

KENNY DRAKE

I mean...you drove a man’s HEAD through a car window! I am SO proud of you! How do you feel, brother?!

SCOTT OASIS

I feel like eating your FUCKING HEART!

KENNY DRAKE

YES! YOU FEEL ALIVE! YOU FEEL POWERFUL! SEE?!?

(Kenny spins on his heels to the followers. They are hanging on every word Kenny says…)

KENNY DRAKE

EVEN A HEATHEN SUCH AS SCOTT OASIS HAS SEEN THE LIGHT! THE PATH TO SUPERCONSCIOUSNESS IS THROUGH ULTRAVIOLENCE, THE PATH TO GOD IS THROUGH BLOOD! HAIL!

FOLLOWERS

“HAIL WOLVESDEN”

SCOTT OASIS

What the fuck are you talking about?

(Kenny turns back to Oasis and grabs him by the beard. Oasis snarls as Kenny tilts his head back. Niki slowly steps forward, speaking in Hindi.)

KENNY DRAKE

Say it.

SCOTT OASIS

What?

KENNY DRAKE

“Wolves, Aeternum.” Say it.

SCOTT OASIS

Fuck you!

KENNY DRAKE

Say the words.

SCOTT OASIS

Fuck Wolvesden!

(Kenny sighs as Niki steps beside him. Kenny closes his eyes and raises his free hand. Niki raises the Gurkha and slowly cuts a long line into his palm. Blood immediately pours out, dripping into the mud at his feet. Niki runs her thumb along the cut, covering it in thick blood.)

KENNY DRAKE

I will civilize this land...and I will save Scott Oasis…

(Niki runs her thumb over Oasis’ left eye, before driving the point of the Gurkha into the top of the line. Oasis lets out a primal roar as he attempts to squirm free, but Kenny only tightens his grip on his beard. Niki slowly drags the rusted blade down the line. Blood gushes from the cut as she pulls the blade away and sheaths it, before casually walking back to the bench. Niki takes Sid and sits down, humming softly to her son. Blood is still on her hands. Kenny releases Scott’s beard, going face to face with him.)

KENNY DRAKE

...Let’s see if you’re...worth all the effort…

(With that, Kenny stands and steps back. He lurches forward and drives his heel into Oasis’ chest, forcing a loud gasp from his lungs. Oasis falls back, plummeting down the massive hill.)

(The world goes dark. He feels nothing as he continues falling…)

++++++++++\\\\\\\///////////++++++++++

“—-ile sources say this could only be the beginning of the end for the CEO of Alpine…Finally, Hall of Fame professional wrestler, Scott Oasis, was found in critical condition last night at the bottom of what locals call, The Stairway to Hell, a near vertical hill that leads to a main road just outside of the compound of alleged cult leader, Kenny Drake and Wolvesden. Oasis, who has been extremely vocal of his hatred for Drake and Wolvesden, has of late vanished from the public eye. Scott Oasis was rushed to Pendleton General, where he was treated for a multiple bruises to the body, broken ribs, and severe trauma to his left eye. Wolvesden lawyer, Jackie Khan, has denied any involvement.

That’s all tonight. From Channel 6 News in San Francisco, I’m Jeremy Severino.

Wolves, Aeternum…”