The arena goes completely dark which makes this capacity crowd almost noiseless. A spotlight turns on as H2O already stands in the middle of the ring.
He stretches his arms up high above his head and holds it there for a moment.
As per the usual, The Wormhole boos OCW’s World Light heavyweight Champion. As he continues to keep his arms stretched the boos continue to try to penetrate The Good Light but to no avail.
The sound of the crowd lowers which makes Harvey smile. He then lowers his arms down slowly as the mic descends down from the rafters with them.
H2O: Now that you showed some respect for The Good Light, now let it enlighten you.
H2O: Mugen hasn’t been seen nor heard from since he visited and relayed a message to my…partner Heather.
H2O: Harvey must say that is a coward move. You know where to find me each and every week. There’s no days off for a real champion.
H2O pauses for a moment to take a look at The Good Light glisten from every angle you can see.
H2O: H2O now holds on to the device. A device in which controls this famous time machine everyone has been talking about since Wrestlu-
The Good Light fades to black as a video begins to play on the Xtron.
The lights turn on as Anthony Baker is standing across from H2O in the ring.
H2O looks at Baker so confused as if he doesn’t even know him. Baker juggles his mic back and forth as he circles H2O.
Baker now stands in front of The Good Light with a smile. H2O still stares at him confused as ever.
Baker stops juggling the mic and begins to speak. But…
H2O: Just who...in the hell….are you?
Baker laughs it off.
Baker: Hi there! I was wondering the same thing?
H2O gives his former tag team partner a sinister look for a brief period.
The fans chant, “Don’t you do it!” But are they talking to H2O not to hit him or Baker not to join him.
(Insert thinking emoji here.)
He then gives him a smirk and opens his arms wide and Baker read his partner immediately and opens his arms at the same time.
B2O: Best Friend!
The two become brothers at arms once again.
Baker: So what’s this I hear about with my ol’ Fasha, Mugen.
At one point he did work with The Purge!
Maybe I can ask HIM to assist me on getting into Mugen’s building. I’m sure Ryu has some kind of trick up his sleeve getting in. Some alarm system he failed to mention...SOMETHING.
You can never trust a trash man.
Baker: Dude, are you going to answer the question?
H2O: H2O is planning on breaking into Mugen’s building and you’re gonna help me avoid security.
Baker feels unsure about going back to the very place that he himself had a hard time escaping from.
H2O: C’mon Best Friend. We can do this!
Baker walks the perimeter of the ring pondering on this idea. Then a little gleam in his eyes appears. He rushes over to H2O and grabs him by the shoulders.
Baker: I have something for you!
Baker: You can bring it down now!
Baker signals to an OCW Staff member to bring down what looks like a rolling suitcase. You can see B2O mixing some words with each in the ring that’s inaudible.
The staff member pushes the handle down into the suitcase, picks it up and slides it under the ropes. Baker grabs it and gives it to Harvey.
There’s a mix reaction coming from the fans as H2O opens it and unveils the new B2O attire.
Baker: I help you get into Mugen’s building. You collab with me once again. We take the tag team titles.
Baker: Now what do you say?
Quartz:”Reunited and it feels so goooooood!”
Baker looks so confused. He looks back at Quartz, who has come out of the back and is now standing on the stage ramp. He starts to rub his eyes. He blinks a couple times to get a clearer look.
He looks back at Harvey and back to Quartz and back to Harvey.
Baker: Dude how’d you get up there and while you’re still standing next to me?
H2O doesn’t answer him and moves him to the side as he steps forward towards the ropes.
Oh no wait not this guy again. What nerve does he think he has to come out here and interrupt B2O?
Quartz: Hey there, handsome. Quartz sees you called for some backup for the main event later. Hm. Didn't peg you for a coward… a talentless chump, maybe… but not a coward.
Quartz begins to pace back and forth on the stage, smirk firmly planted on his face. He throws the left side of his signature white jacket back and places his hand on his hip.
Quartz: Well, why don't you let your little caddy know that my issues aren't with him. I only have one target tonight and Ijitu would hate for him to get caught in the crossfire.
Baker: Hey, did he just call himself Isuzu? But I thought that was you up there?
Baker: Wait, dude. Dudette. My main man. Are we stuck between dimensions already? Harvey you might have pocket dialed Mugen’s Time Machine.
Baker: I don’t know what’s going on. I’m confused? HELLO?!
I don’t remember ever interrupting The World Lightheavyweight Champion when I was a rookie. This guy is trying to make a name of himself.
I will help him with that toni--
Quartz isn’t any ole’ rookie, hambone. Quartz can already tell he’s inside your head.
Wh-- Did Harvey’s thoughts just get interrupted!?
That’s right. Just the two of us tonight. No more distractions.
Baker looks on to his best friend and is starting to worry. He waves his hand in front of his eyes and Harvey doesn’t flinch.
Baker: Uhhh, dude. Are you gonna say something to Shitzu over there?
Quartz: Tonight, I get my 2nd consecutive victory against this ‘champion’. Last time, we saw him have to come out in a glitter pocked leotard to avoid looking more like yours truly.
Quartz: You’re in luck. The only reason Quartz hasn’t taken that thing off of your hands is because I’ve been skipping cardio day.
Quartz moves the mic away and begins to laugh at himself, before pacing back to the left of the stage. Before he can get a response, he turns to the members of the OCW Universe sitting front row.
Quartz: Do you hear how ridiculous I sound? I can’t understand how we allow our dedicated, passionate crowd to be subjected to this gah’ damn foolishness on a nightly basis.
H2O: You bore me Quartz with your so called snarky remarks.
H2O holds up his finger that indicates the number one.
H2O: One! You will always be ONE chromosome away from being exactly like The World Lightheavyweight Champion.
H2O: You will always be ONE step behind H2O.
H2O: You will always be ONE brush stroke away from looking just as good as H2O...Inside the ring and out.
H2O strokes his newly beard like he’s modeling for a GQ magazine.
H2O: ….And you will always be ONE step away from leaving the land of mediocrity.
H2O: You want to be Harvey but never will be! I am The Last Good Light!
Quartz:: ...and hopefully, after tonight… For me, for your caddy, for everyone backstage… and for each and every one of these wonderful idiots, it will be the LAST time we have to hear about it.
H2O’s mic recoils back to the rafters. You can read Harvey’s lips as it appears to be he said the word “never”. Baker pats him on the back in show of support.
Quartz pulls the mic away and slowly walks backwards, maintaining eye contact with H2O until he disappears behind the Riot stage.
The camera pans to the announce team.
The tension is palpable!
Yes!
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
B17: Yes. Yep. I agree with you completely. Absolutely, and that finisher walk away, blew my mind. Didn’t see it coming.
Ligermask just kept talking.
For the past 20 minutes all he had done was go yap. Betty the Nurse had brought him in. She apparently spoke Spanish and informed B17 that Ligermask had wanted to cheer him up, but he didn’t speak a lick of Spanish.
And although Ligermask “no comprendo de English”, B17 had a sneaking suspicion that Liger understood every word he said.
But Betty had no interest in sticking around to translate. She had not visited much since contacting Mugen. He had forgotten to mention that the metal business card would self destruct and she, nor her smaller eyebrows, had forgiven him.
Ligermask: ¿Por qué estás desnudo?
B17: Yeah, the tamales are great here.
Ligermask pulls out his cell phone and motions to it. He shows the screen to B17, who defies his self diagnosis and moves his head to see. The screen shows the home to a free IQ test.
B17: Huh?
Ligermask: Creo yo soy estúpido, mira!
B17: 140! You scored 140! How the hell did you score 140!
Ligermask: Que?
B17: Who? Kassidy Hayes? Yeah. I doubt that.
Ligermask motions vigorously and points from B17 to the phone.
Ligermask: Usted toma la prueba!
B17: I’d love to try! Should do this for the entire B Community!
B17 reaches over to take the phone with both hands, but freezes instantly.
Ligermask is shocked. His eyes wide to see the paralyzed B17 moving.
B17 slowly moves his arms back to his side…:Yeah, I’m gonna need you to type in my answers. Please?
Ligermask: Que?
B-17: Ummmm, yóu entrada thé answerinos por mevor.
Ligermask: OH! Ingrese las respuestas por usted! ¡SI!
B-17: Yeah, let's go with that.
The two men lean over the phone to do the test as the camera pans out
The camera pans to the announce team.
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
You can't see me but my eyebrow is raised!
The camera switches to backstage, the ol’ makeshift interview room. Cort Marshall is there, jogging in place and shadowboxing, while Jim Black introduces himself.
Jim: OCW fans, here I am backstage with one of tonight’s competitors, I’m sure you know well.. Cort Marshall!
He moves the mic over to Cort, who doesn’t stop bobbing back and forth, breathing heavily.
Cort: Jim! I gotta tell ya. It’s good to be here!
Jim looks surprised at Cort’s upbeat attitude.
Jim: Why the enthusiasm? You do have a match tonight, remember?
Cort exhales and runs his hands over his head.
Cort: Sugar, Jim! Jumbo size bag of pixie stix. And lemme tell you I am WIIIRED!
Jim: Is that a euphemism for, uhm…
Cort turns and exclaims:
Cort: COCAAAAIIINE!?
Jim leans back at the outburst, but Cort immediately relaxes and goes back to his usual countenance.
Cort: I'm just f***ing with you. Winners don’t do drugs.
Cort: And lemme tell ya some more about winners. Telos, I seen what you did to Cyborg. You’re a dangerous man. But you ain’t a winner! Winners make their point inside the ring, fair and square!
Cort: Kassidy Hayes ain’t a winner! He’s a bitter, insecure man, who’s so bent out of shape that nobody respects him like he thinks they should, that he tried to cripple a man for being a bigger deal than him!
Cort:
Face it, “Big Match Kass…” you just ain’t marquee material when somebody bigger steps in, you're just a "Big Match Bitch!".
Cort: This company is full of people who aren’t winners. Cheaters. Psychos. Hipsters. Fans of pop country. Canadians. Fat people.
Cort stares meaningfully at Jim.
Cort: Wait, I think that Muryo guy left. Maybe Trance and Sid ate him. Anyway. Point is. I might take the pin. I might not be the most skilled. I mean, hell, you’ve all seen my moveset.
Cort:
There’s a reason why I like to pick people up then drop them instead of trying to do a flip. Because I can’t. I’m kind of old and joints hurt and that’s life.
Cort: But you know what? That’s fine. Because I can go to sleep knowing that I put 100% in. That I win and lose by the rules of the game.
Cort:
I don’t have to break people’s legs or hire goons or contact a shadow government to ensure a guy doesn't make a meme out of a main event. I may lose… but I’m not a loser.
Cort: And Telos? As I said before… you’re a dangerous man. But I snack on danger. And I dine on rookies.
Cort:
So don’t lurk behind any objects waiting for me. You’ll see me out there among the bright lights and beautiful people of NEW YORK CITY, where the CORTSTER is gonna lay down the law, woo!
Cort looks ready to leave before he stops, leans into the mic and says, more quietly..
Cort: Actually, maybe beautiful is an overstatement. But it’s the thought that counts, Jim.
He pats the (much-abused) interviewer on the back before heading offscreen.
Jim: Well there you have it folks, certainly a… well, an enthusiastic speech from a most patriotic individual. Back to you!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Cort is ready for WAR!
I hope he has his WAR FACE!
Ashley Moore vs Karissa Dawson
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a knockdown dragout fight!
Word!
Ryu Matsumoto is making his way through the Hallway, speaking on his cell phone.
RYU: Mmhmm, no Kass, I don’t think a solid gold anchor is tacky… I just don’t think it's actually functional.
Stacy Clark steps out of one of the green rooms and waves Ryu down.
Stacy: Ryu, I need an interview for the PPV match, boss’s orders. And so help me god, if you call me a Thot.
RYU: What are you gunna do sue me? Hold on Kass I have to do this interview right quick.
Ryu hangs up his cell phone and steps into the green room.
As soon as he steps into the room we see him get clobbered from behind by a mechanical arm.
The camera follows Ryu to the ground. The camera pans up to reveal the mysterious 'Cyborg' mercenary Boris Cesar, in his thick accent he mocks Ryu.
Boris: WHATCHA BUYIN STRANGAH?!
Ligermask then steps into frame
Ligermask: Ahora lo matamos?
Stacy: No you idiot, now you two get him back to base, let the eggheads do what they need to do.
