Heather is seen walking in the streets of New York very discreetly. She’s wearing a long fur coat that looks as if she skinned a bear for. She has a matching colored scarf to protect her face from the harsh cold blistering winds that swoop the city.
She stumbles across a bar that is strangely similar to the one Eerie was sitting in last week. It sparked The Harbinger of Death’s interest so she walks inside.
A look of disgust stretches across her beautiful face as her lungs are engulfed with cigarette smoke. She recognizes the bartender and the very stool Eerie sat on. She tells herself this is the right place.
She heads over to the bar and sits down on the same stool and takes her coat off. Everyone is staring at her as if she doesn’t belong. After all, a place Betty Ford likes...Trash!
The bartender, whose wiping the area clean for Heather, is waiting for Heather to order her drink.
Bartender: What could I get for ya?
Heather was thinking of something demeaning to say about the bartender and this atmosphere but for some strange reason she’s rescinds the idea.
Heather: A shot of 151 no chaser.
The bartender looks at her strange.
Bartender: I’m sorry but I don’t sell that anymore because it’s been discontinued awhile ago.
Heather just stares at the bartender and makes him feel uneasy. She thinking of so many harmful ways to hurt him but then…
Heather: (Laughs hysterically) Same thing needs to happen and is GOING to happen to that Eerie Sunshine.
Bartender: Excuse me! Eerie is my...(Crash)!
Heather snaps and grabs the bartender by the back of his head and smashes it against the table breaking his nose. He falls onto the floor behind the bar shocked by the amount of blood pouring from his face.
Heather: Your what? Your savior? Your bi(beep)ch? She can’t be! She doesn’t fit the type! She’s a mutant!
Bartender: I’m calling the police!
Heather casually gets up from Eerie’s stool and puts her coat back on as if nothing happened. She turns around and notices everyone’s attention is focused on her.
She looks around the room with a grinch smile on her face.
Heather:This Queen, like a thievish dog creeps sadly thence;
I like a wearied lamb lies panting there;
This Queen scowls and hates herself for her offence;
I, desperate, with my nails my flesh doth tear;
The Queen faintly flies, sweating with guilty fear;
I stay, exclaiming on the direful night;
The Queen runs, and chides she vanish'd, loathed delight.
One of the patrons in the bar whispers something you wouldn’t expect from the clientele that comes here.
Patron: She’s reciting, “The Rape of Lucrece”,by William Shakespeare.
Heather:The Queen thence departs a heavy convertite;
I there remains a hopeless castaway;
The Queen in her speed looks for the morning light;
I prays I never may behold the day,
'For day,' quoth I, 'night's scapes doth open lay,
And my true eyes have never practised how
To cloak offences with a cunning brow.
Heather eyes turns from calm and delight to dark intimidation.
Heather: Off with The Queens Head!
Heather throws the scarf over her face and walks out of the bar as the police sirens draw near. Everyone is left dazed and confused at what the hell just happened.
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a vile woman!
Watch your mouth!
Queen Mab vs Alexa Hayes
The camera pans to the announce team.
Quick thinking on her part!
That feels like a veteran manuver!
Previously Recorded
The camera pans around the packed US Bank Stadium, Home of the 2018 Super Bowl. The Philadelphia Eagles vs. The New England Patriots is the game to see. If you’re rich and famous you are watching the game in an exclusive luxury skybox.
Tiberius Octavian Dupree, OCW Hall of Famer and OCW Lightheavyweight Champion is such a person, as is Mugen,OCW Hall of Famer and The King of Kindness. Thankfully they are not sharing the same luxurious skybox, instead their skyboxes are directly across from each other, the open stadium between them.
Wearing the jersey of his favorite football team….The Calgary Stampeders Tibby sits in a luxury suite surrounded by gold, glitter and fine foods.
After dipping his buttered lamb tender into the purest maple syrup and chewing thoroughly he picks up his golden spyglass, extends it rod and peers across at the adjacent skybox at Mugen.
Mugen is wearing the jersey of 2019’s Super Bowl Champions….The Cleveland Browns. His skybox has more lighting effects than it has gourmet food. Yet be assured it’s all is made with kindness and in the safest work conditions.
Dupree: I hate Chris Collinsworth like I hate Mugen’s face. I don’t know what’s worse to watch, Americans playing football or Mugen attempting to wrestle….
Tibby tips his spyglass down at Tom Brady making sure he’s not conspiring against his Betterness again. While he does this Mugen pulls out his TOLMC Tri-Optical Binoculars and looks at the adjacent skybox at Dupree.
Mugen: My dear, can you hand me a cherry as I give facial pleasantries to the golden haired homo sapien they refer to as “Betterness”?
Molly feeds Mugen a cherry dipped in kindness, as Mugen waves wildly. Tibby sees this.
Dupree: I’ll eat your lunch alright, you’re not even a freaking wrestler. How’d someone so damn dangerous become so damn rich.
Dupree: You probably have your filthy Vietcong children working in sweatshops making black-lights and organza felt tip pens for TOLMC tokens.
Mugen switches the feature on his binoculars to LSD and smiles at Dupree and waves.
Mugen: Trippy trippy trippy. What a good guy he is. His hair is just so splendid. A shame that I ruined it once but good thing! I have some in my vault. Just like a bunch of other things like my Triple Crown North American Championships, Ari Brookstone’s glasses, Bobby Minio’s first microphone that he dropped, and a game-used eye patch of Ryu’s.
Mugen: I could go on, but I would bore you my dear so let’s go back to the game.
After showering Dupree with nothing but the most kindest words he looks down at the Eagles scoring a touchdown right before halftime.
Dupree: I shouldn’t have to deal with such a dangerous monstrosity the same night my #1 Contender gets named...
Tibby has a quick flashback of the last time him and Mugen worked a match. He couldn’t raise his elbow for 2 weeks and needed his hair redone thrice before he could go in public.
Dupree: I’ll just have to make sure what happened last time doesn’t happen this time in this timeline a second time in any timeline.
The camera pans back to Mugen who has switched his vision to infrared.
Mugen: It’s like I’m the Predator. BOO.
Mugen tries to scare Molly but she looks at him like he’s crazy and goes right back to her phone.
Mugen: Oh look, Dupree’s hair is like super red on here………..wait a second, his hair emits heat? THAT’S CRAZY TALK
Just as the halftime show is about to begin a large shadow appears over the arena. It’s a TTT branded Carolina Panthers hot air balloon. The balloon passes both the views of Dupree and Mugen.
Ryu Matsumoto waves at them both as the balloon lowers onto the field. He hops out wearing a referee jersey in Carolina colors. No One seems to know what’s happening as Governor Ryu gives Justin Timberlake the go ahead to start the Halftime Show.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh for the love of Pete!
HAHAHAHAH
After another exciting OCW Riot Segment we’re backstage again following the exploits of one Kid Ego Paul Pugh. The camera is following close behind him as he makes haste towards the main wrestler’s locker room.
He looks enraged as he passes various innocuous doors before arriving at the one marked “talent”. He takes in a deep breath.
Pugh: ...these ******* people.
He steps into the room, surrounded by the great unwashed. He scans the room, noticing various faces, but recognising none. He steps forward to one of the wrestlers and sits beside him. He turns to his left and offers the man a word
Pugh: ...You know who I am right.
The camera pans to the man and reveals OCW Turmoil’s very own Pariah. Jett Draven smirks and looks back at Pugh. He doesn’t speak… just stares. Pugh seems confused with this
Pugh: What’s the matter with you? Are you thick as well as stupid?
Jett continues to smirk at Pugh. A few moments pass as Pugh looks furious. A vein pops out of the side of Pugh’s head at the perceived disrespect.
Pugh: WELL YOU CAN EAT MY SCRUM YOU PIECE OF…. no. No I won’t. Where is Kassidy Hayes?
Jett shrugs
Pugh: Shrugging? SHRUG AT ME?
Pugh hops to his feet and snatches a shirt from the hanger beside Jett.
Pugh: This is mine now!. You don’t have information, you’ll walk around here shirtless. I can’t believe how rude you are - how dare you! Leave this LOCKEROOM!
He tucks the shirt down the front of his pants before he’s interrupted by an altogether more familiar voice.
Bobby Minio: … and just what exactly the hell are you doing over here, “BROTHER”?
Pugh spins around to face Minio. He walks towards him, but the scene fades to darkness before we can see the “altercation”.
