DOC: Just a few short weeks ago, I watched as one of my brothers in this business, someone I came up and made history on the grandest of stages with, Rust Cohle poured his heart out to all of you as he announced he needed to step away.
DOC: As someone who has had to do that myself once before, I felt every single word of that speech.
DOC leans against the ropes and flashes the CCW Title on his shoulder, addressing the camera directly.
DOC: And Rusty, I’ll keep this title warm for you, because I hope to see you down the road my friend.
DOC: But it didn’t end there, did it? Imagine my shock when I saw that pompous, blue-tinted dickhead steal the spotlight yet again and attack my friend from behind his back. Thought you’d just get away with that, bruv? Not on my watch!
DOC: I may have been the one responsible for bringing this even more deplorable side out of you Harvey, but all that’s done is let me know that my job isn’t finished with you. So get your arse out here, before I come back there and find you myself!
After a long few seconds, ‘Wicked Side of Me’ plays over the PA System and out comes H2O to face DOC for the first time since Wrestlution. Mic in hand, Harvey steps in to address his old friend.
H2O: We meet again, DOC.
DOC: Oh cut the shit, Harvey. Tell me, doesn’t that guilty conscience get you paranoid a bit?
H2O: Not at all. My head has never been clearer, DOC.
DOC: Funny. And here I was thinking Rust Cohle was your biggest headache, what with Quartz breathing down your neck now?
Harv steps in closer.
H2O: Seems like I can’t get rid of these migraines fast enough. Maybe I should get rid of another one right here right now.
DOC: What the hell is wrong with you, Harvey? You walk around with this chip on your shoulder the size of your ego, and for what? Can’t shake the feeling you’ll fail your brother like I failed you?
DOC: Maybe one day, you’ll realise that you have to face your problems head on, not attack them from behind, mate. And I’ll make one thing clear, I still have a damn problem with you. Only difference is now I have this gorgeous 10 pounds of gold that I’m sure you’d love to get your grubby hands on, so how about it, Harvey?
H2O: Not so hasty, DOC. Thanks for the generous offer, but maybe I should go after the OCW World Title instead. After all, I had better success getting that from you like I did before.
DOC: Be careful, Harvey. Because from where I’m standing, you and Quartz are a ticking time bomb. Maybe you should go and ask him what he thinks about you taking out his real tag team partner without his say so.
H2O: Keep it up, and you’ll be heading down that road with Rusty quicker than you expected. Don’t ever mention my brother again.
H2O and DOC stare each other down for a second, before DOC moves to speak on the microphone again. Harvey slaps the mic out of the CCW champion’s hand, who moves to retaliate with a strike.
He quickly ducks out the way and scampers out the ring, and the scene ends as DOC looks on, incensed.
MAD BRYNE
MAD DAWG DAVIS
vs.
"PRETTY" PIERRE COCKBRYNE
Previously recorded
KC Barret seated alone at the bar of Teterboro Airport, finishing the last few sips of his beer before tossing it to the side.
KCB: Since when am I the one on time?
KC reaches into his pocket pulling his cell phone and lighter out. Pulling a cigarette out from behind his ear. Lighting it as he begins to scroll through his phone checking his voicemail, call log, and text messages.
KCB: Top G has about 2 iPhones, a Galaxy, and a Nokia brick phone yet still can’t just send one text message.
KC takes a couple of drags from his cigarette as he begins to FaceTime “Top Goat”. He raises his finger at the bartender ordering another beer as the phone just continues to ring.
KCB: I know that plane has WiFi, pick up the phone I’m not waiting here all day.
KC shrugs and drops the phone down on the bar top.
KCB: Keep the change.
KC tosses a wad of cash down on the bar as he reaches over helping himself to another beer. He leans back in his chair sighing as he raises the beer to his lips just for his phone to begin to ring.
KCB: It’s about time.
KC quickly answers the phone as Top Goat appears on the screen, the screen is pixelated as it can not focus on the image of Aries.
KCB: I picked the car up, what’s the hold-up?
Aries begins to speak only for the connection to break up as the call is dropped.
KCB: Guess it wasn’t that important.
KC shrugs and rises to his feet, putting his cigarette out on the bar as he begins his exit from the bar. Pausing as the intercom beeps and announces the arrival of GSS Airline.
KCB: I was so close to just being able to enjoy another week off.
Initials turns around and begins to make his way towards arrivals and out towards the runway, heading to the private GSS hangar bay.
A Gold Gulfstream G650ER has just parked, and the door opens just as KC reaches the edge of the stairs. He waits as patiently as possible as he continues to sip on his beer.
KCB: Next time I’m getting on the jet with you, none of this I will meet you shit.
As KC finishes his sentence out steps a tiny individual holding a laptop.
He begins to laugh, almost dropping his beer as he begins to clap.
KCB: My friend you have outdone yourself this time.
The tiny individual begins down the steps as the picture on the computer screen becomes clearer as Aries has decided to telecommute to OCW.
Aries via laptop: Are you drinking? It’s 10 am
KCB: Your point?
Aries: It’s 10 a.m., stop being a degenerate.
KC shrugs and holds out his beer to the computer screen.
KCB: Take the beer from me then.
Aries just glares at KC, who responds with a smile.
KCB: That’s what I thought.
KC takes another sip of his beer as Aries clears his throat, and the tiny individual snatches the beer.
KCB: Do that again and I will kick your face in little man.
KC sighs
KCB: So what was your plan? I pick you and stooge up and he walks you around the arena like this?
Aries: Exactly, but not the walking around part. I don’t walk around to meet people, I make them come to me.
KCB: What’s the point of dragging me back now then when I could just do this next week when the O.G.s get back together to fight the imports?
Aries: I have a standard to uphold as the longest-reigning champion of the forever era.
KCB: Why?
KCB: If you show up every week they won’t get a chance to miss you. I say let’s make them miss you.
Aries: Then what do you suggest?
KCB: Seeing as I know you're the kind of gentleman that keeps the plane stocked with alcohol even when you're not on it.
Aries: It’s 10 am
KCB: I get on the plane and we send the little man with the laptop for both of us or we just both get on the plane and we call Professor.
KCB: I’m sure he can figure out how to answer FaceTime.
Aries pauses as he begins to drift into deep thought.
Aries: Absence does make the heart grow fonder.
Aries: Stooge, tell the pilot I want wheels up at 5. Me and Initials are going for a ride.
KCB: That’s what I’m talking about!!!! Wheels up boys!!!
KCB pushes the tiny individual out of the way as he rushes into the plane.
Aries: Get your feet off of the seats that’s imported leather.
Aries sighs, shaking his head.
Aries: Initials, I honestly don’t trust The Professor to operate a wind-up toy let alone his phone. That man is so great in the ring, but I didn’t think there was anyone older than me even alive.
KCB: So what then?
Aries: Well, I need you to alert the gang that I won’t be there tonight. The Top G is bereft of challengers, so he decided to take a small sabbatical. The greatest champion of all eras deserves a break.
KCB: Top G, I don’t think that’s how that works..
Aries laughs so hard he makes the cheap laptop audio pop.
Aries: Today, I’m “Part Time G”. I’ll be back next week, in person. I think it’s time the Professor, Meat Mountain, and yourself celebrate. It’s time for a party, and maybe, MAYBE…we’ll see if anyone’s willing to step up to me.
Initials nonchalantly shrugs in agreement and leans back into his seat.
KCB: Gang.
Aries: Yes, we’re going to see the gang. That’s what I said. Keep up, Initials.
KCB: No, that’s not…nevermind. I think I could get used to this life…
KC glances over outside of the window, as the plane slowly but surely begins to take off. The Top G can still be heard saying absolutely ridiculous things as Stooge rests the champ on his lap.
We cut backstage to see the Rumble Bellas, Belle and Ashley Moore, amidst a conversation.
Belle: Oh, I remember. I left it in my bag. I’ll be right back.
Ashley Moore: No problem, I will wait here for you.
Ashley smiles at her tag partner, who walks down the hall. Ashley turns to look at the TV playing a replay of last week’s tag team match against TOG and the aftermath. She shakes her head as she hears a scoff behind her.
Deborah: Tell me about it, I hate that gross little mouse woman.
Ashley quickly turns her head to see the OCW World Women’s Wrestling champion Deborah Soto. She flutters her fingers towards the most recent Queen of OCW winner, her jewelry clacking against each other softly.
Deborah: Heyyyy Ash! How’s it going girl?
Ashley Moore: Don’t you have someone else you can annoy, Deborah?
Deborah: Yeesh! So hostile! Not a great look on you, babe.
Deborah: I was just making my way out to the ring to get a front row seat for this little three-way. I am rested and restored after handing Marisa’s plastic ass to her in New Orleans and I am ready to find someone worthy of challenging me next for the title I’m making famous.
Deborah: Ugh, I’m sure you understand. After all, you are the most decorated female in this locker room… For now.
Ashley Moore: That’s right, I fondly remember pinning your overgrown shoulders to the mat at Summercide 2020.
Deborah laughs at the remark and waves her hand to Ashley, as if the two were joyously reminiscing as friends.
Deborah: That’s right! Girl, you actually cared back then.
Ashley furrows her brow and pulls her head backwards.
Ashley Moore: Who do you think you are?
Deborah: Oh c’mon, former unstoppable bitch Ashley Moore, willing to do whatever and say whatever it took to hold this championship? Or rather… the hideous one that you used to carry. This one is mine and it’s a proper world championship… But you get it.
Deborah: Now? That woman is long gone. It’s sad, really. 2 months ago when I had the entire division marching down the ramp to step to me, you were nowhere to be found.
Deborah: 5 other women stepped in front of the most decorated champion in our locker room and you sat back here… What, babysitting? What a fall off.
Belle: Um, hello?
Deborah turns around and smiles down at Belle.
Deborah: Speak of the devil. Here’s your newest hobby, now.
Deborah turns back to Ashley with a sinister grin and looks briefly down to her championship across her shoulder.
Deborah: I’ll leave you to it, you clearly don’t want anything to do with this anymore anyways. Have fun!
Deborah Soto tilts her head with an excited smile and walks off screen.
Belle steps next to Ashley, looking curiously at the champion as she exits.
Belle: What was that all about?
Ashley shakes her head and looks at her tag partner inquisitively.
Ashley Moore: Nothing you need to worry about, just the worst of OCW being herself.
As Belle chuckles at the insult and scrolls through her phone, looking for something.
Ashley turns her head slightly and looks back to where Deborah left.
Ashley Moore: ...I will make sure that she will get what’s coming to her soon enough.
The two women go back to what they were doing before as the scene fades.
