Scene opens focused on a small luxury spa in midtown Manhattan. As we’re taken into the spa, the Herculean Claudió Stardom comes walking out from one of the changing rooms in a plush Versace robe with matching slides on.
A brunette woman is all smiles at one of the pedicure stations and tells him to have a seat as she pours a packet of nourishing crystals into the water.
Claudió kicks his slides off, hikes his robe up, sits down, and places his size 12 ½ feet into the illuminated tub of bubbling water before him.
His relaxed demeanor immediately changes as he lets out a shriek and kicks his feet up out of the water!
CS: “Got damn Karen! What are you trying to give me 3rd degree burns?! Cool that shit down. You better not ruin these baby smooth feet. These feet make me money!”
Nail Tech: “I’m sorry about that Sir. My apologies, I just remember last time it wasn’t hot enough for you. Oh and my name is Becky by the way Sir.”
As she hastily cools the water down Claudió rolls his eyes and places his feet back into the water.
CS: “Yeah you look like a Becky, but anyways maybe next time you’ll actually get it right. That is if there is a next time. Now if you don’t mind I’m going to relax in silence until you are done.
CS: Take your time and do a good job. I’ll be the most important client you have all year. And please don’t make me have to remind you to put a clear top coat on at the end this time.
The other workers in the spa can’t help but to over here the obnoxiousness. Their jaws on the floor. The nail tech servicing Claudió just shakes her head and gets to work. Claudió reaches in his robe pocket and pulls out his iPhone.
After checking his tweets and Instagram he starts to browse on OCWfed dot com. He comes across wedding photos of Terra and Sueplex.
His eyebrows raise as he zooms in on his phone. He is looking at Sue Plex. He chuckles to himself and mutters under his breath….
CS: “You can put lipstick on a pig but it’s still a pig.”
He suddenly turns his phone and shows Becky the picture of Sueplex in her wedding dress.
CS: “Look, what do you think about this picture? This reminds me of 10 pounds of potatoes in a 5 pound sack!”
The nail tech immediately throws her tools to the floor.
Nail Tech: “I think she looks stunning you asshole! I’m done dealing with this crap! Karen! Fire me if you have to! Actually, I quit!”
She storms out of the main room and disappears into the back as yelling can be heard.
Claudió is sitting there scowling in the direction she went, his mouth hanging open. He looks over at the other techs in the room.
CS: “So which one of you broads is gonna finish my feet!?”
The owner of the spa quickly comes out from the back and forces one of her employees to finish his pedicure. Claudió smirks, tilts his head back, and asks for some champagne as the scene ends.
ROOKIE DEBUT
HANZO YAMASHIDA vs. LUIS BISHOP
The scene opens as John is performing his new finishing the Concussion City on a practice dummy over and over. He is drenched in sweet breathing heavy screaming each time he hits it.
Marcus and Aisu clap it up for their comrade.
Marcus: Why don’t you come sit down and grab a drink before you pass it.
Aisu: Marcus, to be elite you have to push your body beyond its normal limits. The way YOU used to do before drinking that “All Natural” drink. By the way, you’re not offering John any of that are you?
Aisu stretches over Marcus’s massive shoulders to see the other side of the bench. He notices it’s a Powerade and nothing more.
Marcus: I used that to bring myself back yes. But I also did it to piss that man off over there.
Marcus points to the opposite side of the ring and Aisu looks and doesn’t see anyone.
Aisu: Who, my friend?
Marcus waves it off and gets up to hand John a towel and a drink.
Marcus: My father. Dude doesn’t like to show his face when everyone’s around. He just left.
Aisu: Oh. Ok?
Aisu swears there was no one there and is confused about what Marcus saw. Aisu snaps out of it and gets up to pat John on the back.
John stops his hands on his knees catching his breath. He looks up to grab his towel from Marcus and takes a swig of his Powerade. He twists the cap back on and sees there has been a cameraman filming his training
John: This place is open to media? Look man just getting some extra reps in. Aisu has been training us hard. I've learned a lot already. A few more weeks I’ll be putting all this to good use.
John takes a moment to catch his breath
John: Combining all this with the learning from Goat Academy you’re about to see a whole new TWC am I right boys?
Aisu: Learning like you have never seen before guys.
Marcus: That’s right! I can’t wait for my training to start. Nothing against Goat Academy but we’re starting things quickly over here!
The camera comes in on Christian Garcia, standing tall in the ring with a microphone in hand. He seems incensed.
CG: You know, when I walked into Wrestlelution, I had a lot of doubts in my mind. I had worked so hard to climb the mountain in OCW, to get to where I am today, to hold this North American Championship, but at the end of the day, all of that can be taken away from you. I am keenly aware of that.
CG: Cort Marshall made sure to remind me. For all his faults, and there are MANY, Cort Marshall is an honest man.
CG: And so, I come back to that thorn in my side again. The looming shadow over my championship victory over Wrex, the looming shadow over my career in OCW…
He then points at the camera.
CG: Dennis Dillinger.
CG: You see, I was more than content to banish Ross and be done with it. Hell. If he’d offered me my spot back after I won? I can’t say I wouldn’t have taken it. And I’d have been wrong for that. But now, with that time of my life at my back… I can firmly say I made the right decision.
CG raises his voice, and leans on the ropes to speak into the hard cam.
CG: Dennis! My only regret is that I didn’t hit you with *two* Spanish Tortures at Anniversary, because you’re the worst kind of son of a bitch there is. When I was in DDE, when I was at Miguel’s side, we looked out for each other. When it was the two of us, before that dumb S.O.B. Dane Xavier came in, and after he left, it was El Primero and El Cubano against the world. He was a young man in need of guidance, and I was a not-so-young man in need of a purpose.
CG: And you saw dollar signs over both of our heads, and when our friendship got too inconvenient for you, you started splitting it apart. You bring in a rogue element, a mercenary that you already knew I had issues with. You wanted me away from your golden goose.
He points at the camera again, shouting.
CG: And then you poisoned him. With drugs, with lies, and look where it got him. Crawling back into a hole you dug for him while you play damage control with two second-rate Christian Garcia wannabes. So I’m gonna keep it one-hundred with you Dennis. I don’t care how many goons you have now.
CG: You can send them all out here whenever you want. I’ll be waiting. I’ll even put my title on the line. And when I *mutilate* your little cronies and send them back to you in pieces, that’s when you’ll know that I’m coming to collect all that money you stole from me, you sorry piece of shit!
As CG finishes his verbal assassination of Dennis Dillinger and the two DDE henchmen, the cousin of El Primero and newest member of DDE, Jesus Gutierrez’s music hits.
Reycito struts out onto the ramp, microphone in hand. He makes his way into the ring, and stands toe to toe with the OCW North American Champion.
Jesus: El Cubano, balsero. I’m going to need you to take El Primero’s name out of that unworthy mouth. You were in DDE for all of two seconds, and suddenly you think you’re a big shot? You think you can just talk to mi Primero y Mr. Dillinger that way?
Jesus: No, no, no. It doesn’t work that way, culero. I’m going to give you a little lesson in how things work around here in case you forgot, pinche puto. The ONLY way to get to El Primero y Mr. Dillinger? You have to get through El Reycito y El Sicario first, and let me tell you this secret, amigo.
Jesus: I might be almost an entire foot smaller than you, but I will put you in the ground quicker than you can throw another unhinged tantrum. Mr. Dillinger saw the potential in you, El Cubano. He saw the tremendous upside of Christian Garcia. Fortunately, he also saw the path of destruction that followed you everywhere you went. The path of self-destruction.
Jesus: You had it all, muchacho. The money, the car, the respect of your peers. You threw that all away because? What? Daddy Primero wasn’t giving you enough attention? Or was it because Mr. Dillinger saw value in someone better than you?
Jesus: You may have beaten Alistair Ross, culero, but la mona aunque se vista de seda, mona se queda. Although a monkey dresses in silk, it stays a monkey. You’re still the same CG. Insecure y unstable.
Jesus: If you’re so keen on getting El Primero’s attention, then let me be the first to collect the capital of our failed investment. I’ll make sure those names never leave your mouth again, perro.
