LIVE FROM MADISON SQUARE GARDEN

Scene opens with a groups of men, wearing matching robes all sitting in rows, cross legged and arms slightly outstretched, silently...the camera pans across the group, showing that the man known as 'the Priest' seemingly leading the group in this meditation.

As the camera pans back to the group, in the front middle, you see Leon and Gentleman Jack, uncomfortable with this whole...thing they got going on here.

G-Jack: So when...

The Priest opens his eyes and shoots dart through Jacks soul. Jack rolls his eyes and quiets down. The priest begins to chant and all the men in the group follow suit.

As the group continues to chant "Ommmmm" the Priest stands and begins to walk around the group, lighting incense at each corner. In some Tibetan monestaries, this is considered giving a gift...that is, unless you're Leon...

Leon: The bloody hell is that? What are ya lightin ball hair on fire? Smells like shite!

The Priest carries on lighting the remaining two cones as Leon continues to express his distaste...

Leon: Honestly mate, I didn't realize that they made incense out of afterbirth. (looks at another inmate) Please tell me you don't actually like this smell.

The inmate doesn't even seem to actually hear him.

Leon: Oh for f**ks sake...Jack, get my back on this one. It smells like ass, right?!

Jack looks up briefly and nods "yes" and then goes back to 'meditating'.

Leon: Screw this...I'm outta h...

Leon begins to stand as he's speaking, and unknowingly to him, the Priest is behind him. He puts a hand on Leon's shoulder and Leon drops back down to the ground. He looks back, shocked at the Priest's ability to tranquilize his movements so easily.

Leon: Bloody hell...

Priest: Sit, quietly.

Leon, getting visibly frustrated, turns to the priest and is about to speak, when he winces in pain. He turns around and stares at Jack, who is putting a needle back into his robe.

Jack turns his head to Leon, and winks. Leon switches his attention between Jack and just staring off into the distance. Confused and a bit scared, Leon begins to get a whole lot calmer, and sets into the meditation position that the Priest has been instructing.

The Priest looks over at Leon, and squints his eyes ever so slightly, as the scene fades out.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	If Leon comes back as the Iron Fist I'm done!
	Burnt hair has more charisma than Danny Rand!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	VROOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!
	Can't wait!

We fade in on our heroes wandering about in anywhere America when they once again face the dilemma of no money.

Having exhausted every phone call every voice mail, every carrier pigeon and every other conceivable angle in an effort to reach out and touch someone they happen across the The Electro Sigma Heavenly Feeling Church of Love.

Ever exhausted our heroes venture inside as bubba heads around back for some shade, what could possibly go wrong.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Ohhhhhh boy!
	This is fine, everything is fine!

Dragana vs Crazy Daisy

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Good heavens!
	That's dangerous, and crazy!

Janitor: Ok, Ok. You'll get your damn match. Just be patient.

Biggie Moon: Patient!? I've been nothing but patient!

Janitor: Do you want the damn match or not?

Biggie Moon: Hurry up then!

Biggie procedes to leave the room angrily, slamming the door behind him.

Janitor: I'm not even supposed to be here today......what the fu...

The Camera Fades!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Odd. I suppose OCW has a new superstar?
	Hahah suck it Phil!!!

We're back in the now fully furnished loft of H2O and now Heather Angelo. The snow storm has two of them locked in due to The State of Emergency order sent out by Governor Cuomo.

It’s early in the morning and the snow has blanketed the city already. Heather feels the side of H2O’s bed cold. This wakes her up quickly. She notices him staring out the big window that overlooks Laguardia Airport and Citi Field.

H2O: Your tea is next to you on your night stand, ready.

Heather turns over and still see the steam rippling out of the mug. She sits up and smiles for a second. H2O didn't notice.

HEATHER: Um, thanks. Hun are you OK? You're thinking about that TKF match aren't you?

Heather grabs her robe and puts it on. She walks over to the window where H2O is standing with her tea at hand to look out with him. She sits on the window sill watching him drink his coffee.

H2O: I'm not thinking about the match in general. Those guys are tag team champs for a reason. The chemistry between the two are outstanding. Kudos to them. Pugh and I on the other hand…

HEATHER: First of all, Pugh is all about himself. He wanted to see your resolve. It's not all your or his fault. They're wasn't any chemistry there to begin with.

H2O: It's what he did at the end that really weighs heavily on my mind. I went to shake is hand for the second time and he Pedigrees me in the middle of the ring! Where's the respect? Where is the honor? He wants to be respected as a champion but don't give it.

H2O catches Heather shaking her head as he's talking.

H2O: What? I say something wrong?

HEATHER: 90% of achieving and retaining ANY title is mental toughness. What I learned from my father is that he didn't give two craps how people would try to derail him. A person’s size, words, and/or actions didn't make him flinch.

Heather stands up from the window sill and moves in closer to H2O. She sits her tea down and moves his head away from the window and turns his attention towards her with just her finger.

HEATHER: Your mother told me from the very start not to get angry. I see why she said that now. You let it hold dominion over you. Find your composure like you did on that rooftop in Baltimore. But this time seize the moment cause you never know when another opportunity like this will come again.

H2O closes his eyes and meditates.

HEATHER: You have one more hurdle. Kassidy Hayes.

H2O: Hurdles are things you hop over. I don't hop, I fly.

HEATHER: Like a mosquito?

H2O opens his eyes quickly at Heather's remark. Annoyed she would even say such a thing.

HEATHER: Ayyy DIOS MIO, SEE! See how a few words caught your attention compared to talking too much crap? Close your eyes!

H2O: Duly noted. So much pressure. I don't want to disappoint The OCW Universe this coming Riot. ESPECIALLY, at Road To Glory. But a ton of pressure makes diamonds.

H2O: Pugh is undeniably a dangerous adversary. But he's wearing down and barely fights anymore. If a friend of mine can beat him down for the last five years; well then I can beat the last five years of his life out of him. That's what people from The Better Era do.

H2O: As for Kassidy; his "king" sends his jester to do his work. I will take out anyone that's close to him first. Torture him by bringing the pain week after week to his friends wherever or whenever.

That spark of confidence flattered Heather. She takes H2O’s coffee out of his hand and places it next to her tea on the window sill. She whispers in his ear….

HEATHER: Pressure also bust pipes, Papi...

Heather shoves the camera on the floor away from them as she leans in for a kiss. H2O drops her robe but you can't see anything but the curved shapes of the bed post covering Heather's curves as the scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	This one liable to tear the roof off the joint!
	I can't wait!

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