THE CAMERA PANS TO THE BACK
Standing in line amongst adults… A single child, maybe 10 or 11 years old, with a smile on his face, ready to watch OCW Consequence! The line he’s in is for concessions when he finally reaches the front of the line.
Child: Um… Can I have a hot dog please?
Staffer: Sure thing kid.
After a moment, the concession staffer brings back a small container that holds a wonderfully cooked, juicy looking hot-dog between golden brown buns. The kid calmly takes it and reaches into his pocket.
Suddenly a look of shock and horror comes over his face when he realizes that crisp $20 his mother had given him was gone! He frantically looks up at the staffer, who is awkwardly looking down at him, awaiting payment. The kid turns side to side, then looks down at his hot-dog, sadly.
The sound of gasps is heard behind him as he fumbles around looking for his money. The sound of a slapping hand hits the counter. The kid looks up to see a $10 bill has been slapped onto the counter, given to the staffer.
Mark Reese: Keep the change, brother.
Mark Reese looks down as fans clammer and cheer on seeing the OCW star in the concession area. He smiles at the boy and leans down to greet him.
Mark Reese: Hey there, future champ! Nice lookin’ dog, I gotta tell ya’, gotta say I’m a lil’ jealous of you!
Child: Man! Slammin’ Mark Reese!... Tha-- Thanks!
Mark Reese: No problem, kiddo. Let’s get you back to your seat, eh? So you been enjoyin’ the show? Tell you what, I’ll make sure to get you whatever shirt you want tonight.
Mark tries to move through the fans who have turned their attention to him, he does try to stop and shake hands and greet the various fans.
Mark Reese: If you’ll excuse me, fellas!
The kid smiles and tries to take a bite of his hot-dog, but as he turns the corner, he’s met with a tall-silver presence.
Mark Reese hustles over to see The Man Called Joopiter standing over the child, away from the crowd.
TMCJ: Recruiting the young and impressionable to your neanderthal behavior, huh?
Mark Reese: Hey now, let’s not have no trouble, mister. You and me, that's fine, you leave that kid alone….
TMCJ: Blah, blah, blah… What’s this?
The man from Pretoria South Africa peers down to see the hot-dog. He scoffs and slowly takes it from the plastic plate slowly. Reese reaches his hands out and to try and stop him, but can’t do it quick enough.
TMCJ: Hmph. Absolute gluttony. Why should anyone be surprised?
He eyes the hot-dog before taking a big, sloppy bite and looking down at the kid.
TMCJ (whilst chewing): Life lesson, child. Life is nothing but disappointment and failure. You should get used to this now and stop living a brightly colored lie, like this pig here. Trivial, overpriced capitalism does not deserve your money.
The Man Called Joopiter removes a clean looking $20 bill from his pocket and holds it in front of the kid, still chewing. He tears it in half and drops it softly to the concrete.
The kid gets teary eyed, but remains tough in the villainous Joopiter’s face. The Man Called Joopiter spikes the hot-dog right next to the garbage can, surrounded by other nasty stains and missed attempts to throw things away.
Mark Reese: I aughtta smack you around for that… But I won’t. Not the place, nor the time. You got some nerve, buddy… You’re nothing more than an egg suckin’ dawg.
Mark takes the kid by the shoulder and leads him back to concessions.
Mark Reese: C’mon buckaroo, let’s getcha another one. I won’t let that happen again, how about that t-shirt huh?
The kid nods and Reese shakes his head at Joopiter, who snarls with disgust, spitting out the chewed up hot-dog bite on the floor. He shakes his head as well, walking away from the area into the darkness.
TRE GOLDEN
vs
CORT MARSHALL
Someone is holding the shiniest golden envelope not even Tre Golden or Willie Wonka has ever seen. It is sealed with the letter “B” on the back of it.
As the camera pans back it reveals Harvey Ocean cracking the seal of the envelope and pulling out what appears to be a card. He reads what’s on the card.
H2O: “Harvey Hamilton Ocean to my office immediately.” - Betterness.
H2O, who is already standing outside Dupree’s office, tucks his lips in to avoid saying anything bad about OCW’s new GM. He goes to turn the knob to walk right in.
He stops and sighs to take a moment to gain respect for Tiberius Dupree. Once he does, H2O knocks on his door and a doorman opens it.
Doorman: He has been expecting you. Please come this way.
The doorman motions his arm towards the inside the GM’s temporary office. As Harvey heads inside he sees Dupree standing in the mirror with his arms stretched out wide. A tailor has a ruler rolled out to measure Dupree’s wingspan.
Dupree: (Sigh) You guys have 15 minutes to do this and have my shirt ready for tonight.
Doorman: Excuse me, Sir, Mr. Ocean is here to see you.
H2O: Tiberius Octavious Du-pree. I never thought I would ever say this but I’m so happy to see you.
Tiberius face fills with uncertainty as he was not expecting his new #1 Contender to arrive without annoyance.
Dupree: Wow, usually I deliver the surprises. I guess considering your facing the OCW World Heavyweight Champion tonight, you’d be happy to see anything short of dookie shoes in your gym bag.
Dupree: But see I’m not the one, I see through all the facades, all the disingenuous smiles and flashy propaganda that spews from your face on a consistent basis. And sadly that’s about the only thing that's been consistent about you.
Still being measured Dupree turns to face Harvey who isn’t deterred one bit by the Hall of Famers words.
Dupree: Yet this past week on Riot you put on one hell of a match against B17….
H2O: The Bingo Dud? I used to like him until he started feeling everyone is against him. Staying humble makes a way for me to separate myself from mediocrity, Tibby.
H2O: After all I want to be “top shelf” like Malu.
H2O: I had to push it to the limit with him! Man, that coconut head of his caused me to sit back on the couch and put ice on my foot for a whole day.
Dupree: Some would say you got lucky because Ted consistently sucks at his phreaking job. So I just want to make one thing perfectly clear, you are in this match against Doc Green, because I’m allowing it to happen. I’m going to allow you to ride this momentum you have built to it’s apex.
Dupree: But if you fail Harvey...if you fail to capitalize once again, just like Paul Pugh you will go to the back of the phreaking line. You will not see another opportunity this season unless you climb the proverbial ladder, rung by phreaking rung.
H2O: That proverbial ladder sounds longer than Thomas Archer’s money. I’m all set with that, Betterness. I won’t fail this opportunity given by my Canadian comrade.
Dupree locks eyes with Harvey thru his reflection in the mirror as Harvey does the same in return.
Dupree doesn’t respond but instead snaps his fingers in unison with a portrayal of his classic half smile. The polite doorman comes to escort the #1 Contender out of the office as we fade to black.