The scene opens in the backstage where The Last Blacksmith, following its unforeseeable victory over the longest-lived champion ever, is preparing to be interviewed by Stacy Clark
Stacy Clark: Ladies and gentlemen, we are here with the man who emerged victorious from a real battle against the longest-running H2O champion ever. I'm talking about The Last Blacksmith. What does it feel like after taking the biggest win of your OCW career?
Blacksmith takes the microphone from Stacy Clark, and answers to the question
Blacksmith: You always make the same fucking mistake, don't you realize?
Blacksmith: Underestimate me. You do it, the other members of the roster do it.
Blacksmith hints of a defiant smile...
Blacksmith:you all thought I was a bluff. That my words were only words, that they could not be accompanied by facts...
Blacksmith:Harvey thought the same….
Blacksmith:Where is he now?
Blacksmith repeats the same sentence articulating the words...
Blacksmith: Where...is...he…?
Blacksmith:For too long you all have been singing the praises of untalented people.
Blacksmith looks at the ground smiling, then raises his angry gaze and looks at the camera...
Blacksmith:H2O is just one of many that will fall.
Blacksmith: Nate Ortiz. B17. Wrex. Paul Pugh. Doc Green. Antonio Everett. Parca. Rust Cohle. Quartz. etcetera etcetera
Blacksmith: This is a message for all of you...
Blacksmith: No one is safe.
Blacksmith: It doesn't matter who the fuck you think you are. It doesn't matter how tall your pedestal is. It doesn't matter how strong it is. One of these days, you might fall. And if you want, you can ask Harvey how bad this fall can hurt.
Blacksmith: It is when you are at the top. It is when you think you are unbeatable that you need to be most afraid.
Blacksmith: Because your success depends on me. I’m the one that have the power to interrupt it whenever I want.
Blacksmith:You better get it on your head from now on…
Blacksmith: The hunt is open...
Blacksmith turns to Stacy Clark, and gives her the microphone back.
Blacksmith: Is that the answer you were searching for?
The scene ends with Blacksmith walking backstage, while Stacy Clark stares at the camera still shaken.
OCW LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
DOC vs. SOLOMON CAINE*
A visibly upset Nate Ortiz walks down to the ring, a look that is rarely seen, wearing a black on black suit fit for a funeral. As he walks he shows the effects on his ribs from his match earlier in the night. Chants of loser ring out as he gingerly slides in the ring and calls for a mic.
Crowd: LOSER! LOSER!
Nate: Have at it, folks for one night only Mr. OCW has decided to mirror the crowd he performed in front of. A bunch of LOSERS!
The jeers explode but Nate talks over it.
Nate: Tonight hasn’t gone how I wanted, it happens. Though I might win 99.9% of the time there is that .01% and that’s what happened tonight.
Nate lets out a deep sigh.
Nate: But I’m here for something more important. I was challenged and I told that man to come here tonight to make it official. So Paul Pugh get your ass down here and let's make this happen!
The crowd rumbles as they wait with Nate. He paces ready for one of his greatest foes to make their way to ringside.
NOTHING
Nate: Kid Ego! Come out and play!
NOTHING
Nate: Just like I thought Pugh. You are nothing but talk. A megaphone wielding fool preaching to no one. You wanted me, I’m here. But you’re nowhere to be found. I used to be Mr. 1 in 365 but on that one day I showed up to make someone else famous. I did it for you, I did it for Drago, Parker, Aeris, Dupree!
Nate tosses the mic in the air and the crowd rains down boos as the mic thuds multiple times. Nate smirks, shaking his head as he walks back up to the ramp and out of the view of the crowd.
OCW WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP
ASHLEY MOORE
vs.
LA MUJERA OBSCURA*
We open on the trainer's room backstage sometime after the Kumite, Quartz theme can be heard in the distance along with the cheers of the crowds. A number of doctors in a rush collecting rags, bandages and a stapler.
Sitting in the middle of the panic, lit cigar in hand and blood pouring out from the back of his head is Wrex, he takes a puff, remarkably calm for someone whose brains are trying to escape their skull.
Wrex: What’s taking so long? It isn’t that bad is it?
The doctors remain quiet as they begin the process of trying to stem the flow. Not before long the door burst opens as Bingo walks in, championship over his shoulder.
Bingo: Figured you’d be here.
Wrex: Figured I’d be getting my head stapled back together after you slammed it on the edge of the ring? Jesus, aren't you a detective?
Wrex takes another puff, wincing as the staples are starting to be put in.
Wrex: So.. what do you want?
B17: Simple. You have to get back up. If you hide away this time, if you cry yourself to sleep, if you drink yourself numb...I will personally call Austin Lee and Jacob Trance back to hold your hand.
B17: I'm gonna need you. Turmoil is gonna need you too. Something big is coming. Get your shit right.
Wrex: Turmoil doesn’t need me anymore Bingo, It’s got its new defender, it’s new hero. I’m sure whatever your big issue is, You’ll handle it. As for me.
Wrex pops both of his amateur wrestling boots on the table next to him.
Wrex: Well.. I said it at the start of the night didn’t I? Tonight I show to myself if old man Ross still has this.
Wrex: And now my brains are trying to escape my fuckin skull. So needless to say it wasn’t the best.
B17 looks over at the boots, wondering if what Wrex is implying is true.
B17: Things went the way they should have gone tonight. You should have learned how you are doing it won’t cut it. You want to see the top again? Time to evolve.
Wrex: The fuck do you want me to do? Flip off the ropes? Chain wrestle for forty minutes? I’m good at a very few number of things, all of which don’t work.
Wrex: All these fucking kids are doing their hour long fucking flippy shit and I don’t know how to fucking fight that. I put down Mugen cause I know how he works. Same with Maxx. And yet I still can’t figure you out.
Wrex: Maybe I’m just a few years late to the party, I don’t know.
B17: You think I pitied myself when Lee outsmarted me? You think I hid away when Trance buried me or when Code shocked me? You've hit the bottle when you fall down, I hit the gym. Buck up, coward.
Wrex: ..Coward, huh?
Wrex looks down from Bingo and back to the boots on the table. With a sigh he pushes them from the table into a small bin next to it.
Wrex: Hated wearing those fucking things..
He looks back up to him.
Wrex: Alright Bingo, I’ll play along, this sobriety, take it on your chin and evolve shit. I’ll keep playing your fucking game.. and when this big something hits turmoil. Guess what I’ll be there too.. on a single condition.
Wrex: When the time is right, once I’ve learned how to do this the “right” way.. one more shot, one last shot. No gimmicks, no interference, no tricks.
B17: One. Last. Match.
Wrex: Yeah, alright.. You got yourself a deal, one last match, well then.. You know where to find me when the time comes.
Bingo leaves the room while Wrex has the last staple put in.
Doc: That’s it done, few days rest then come back to get them removed.
Wrex: Yeah I know how it works doc, now how about some painkillers?
The grumbling doctor disappears to find some while Wrex has another puff and smiles.
Wrex: No better way to end a Saturday night than making a deal with the devil.
He drops the finished cigar into an unused piss cup.
Wrex: I’ll see you soon Bingo, so you better hold onto that belt tightly. No one else is prying it from your fingers but me.