It’s another day in NYC. This time nicer than the last, clear skies, light wind, and the sun beating down from above. The camera pans in what seems to be a country club. In the distance two familiar voices are heard.
Baker: Harvey, I’m good at golf. This will be nothing like when I balled you up. I’m going to dominate you this time.
H2O: Baker, you don’t stand a chance. My putts are just like my name, water.
Baker: Bro, we all know the only water that is gonna come out is from your eyes when I beat you, AGAIN!
H2O: You'll NEVER beat me again! Just like you never beat me in that bball game either.
They both get their clubs ready as Baker has his own custom ones with tens all over them, and H2O is using rentals.
Baker: Harvey… You don’t even have your own clubs?!
H2O: I’m from Denver, not Kentucky.
Baker: Where even is Kentucky? I’m from Pennsylvania!
H2O: Only thing good out of Pennsylvania is chocolate and The Steelers. Denver is where it's at baby.
Baker: Denver? Isn’t that the home of the Donkeys? I guess it makes sense since you can’t keep up to me at all.
H2O: Denver is home of the fastest and most talented people around. Allen Iverson for the Nuggets, Von Miller for The Broncos, Vinny Castilla for The Rockies….
Caddy2O: Mr. Ocean, you got this sir. Baker over there needs nice clubs to win. You're all talent, sir. Better than the players you just mentioned.
H2O: Why thank you young man. For that you don't have to call me mister. But someone in the locker room gave me the idea. You can call me H2OO cause I'm so ten times better than this guy.
Baker: Keep talking, just wait. Now let’s get this thing started, loser.
H2O: You're just made cause you have to carry your own new clubs.
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Oh these two!
FRENIMIES JACK!
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What the!!! what was that!!
That's call sending a message!
PRE-RECORDED
We open with the scene of a local Italian restaurant on Easter night. The environment is fairly relaxed, with the patrons enjoying their food. The camera pans over to a particular table, where Drago, Bubba, Madison, Seb, and Dustin.
All of them are dressed in formal attire with the exception of Dustin, who's simply wearing a tuxedo shirt with a torn pair of jeans. Even Bubba is looking his best, wearing a tie and a pair of giant rabbit ears on his head.....The Easter Bubba, if you will.
Drago: So since hunt last time did not turn out best, maybe we should take time and proper introduce ourselves. Who gonna start?
After a brief pause, Bubba raises his paw. Everyone turns their attention to him. The lion clears his throat.
The Easter Bubba:Grunts
Everyone nods their head except for Madison, who is looking quite bored. After Bubba grunts some more, she decides to interrupt.
Madison: This is pointless. His language is much too urban for us to understand!
Dustin: I can understand him just fine. Dude just got tired of being stuck in the jungles of Africa so when Drago over here took him to the States, it was like a whole new life for him.
Seb: Very cool.
Dustin: VERY cool.
Madison is left dumbfounded as Drago takes over the conversation, looking toward Dustin.
Drago: Maybe we move on to you, Dustin! Tell us about yourself.
Dustin: Yeah sure man. Guess I gotta get my life story out somehow.
He takes a deep breath before he looks off into space. This persists for about three minutes. Drago moves closer to Seb.
Drago: When he stay outside when we come in, was he....
Seb: He had a very, very large bowl and he just lit that s*** up, my man.
Drago nods. He reaches over and taps Dustin on the shoulder, causing him to snap out of it.
Dustin: So yeah man. That's why I'm here.
Drago nods and does an awkward smile. He points to Madison.
Drago: Your turn.
Madison groans.
Madison: There's nothing to know that you haven't already known before other than the fact that I'm single handedly the greatest manager in OCW history. And that this Italian restaurant isn't exactly the best place for a woman like me to enjoy fine dining.
Drago grimaces.
Drago: I'm not ask about your accomplishment. We already know this. Just want to get to know you as person.
Seb: Like that one time you sang the American anthem at that one softball game.
Drago: You come from Amish family right?
Madison starts to blush.
Madison: These are things I'd rather not discuss.
Just as the conversation seems to be going nowhere, we see another group of individuals come in and take their seats right next to Rev Inc Bubba. Drago turns to look at them, and much to his chagrin, it's Nate Ortiz with his crew.
Drago: ....Great.
Nate stares into Drago's soul as he points his index and middle fingers toward his own eyes, and then back at Drago. Drago shakes his head.
Drago: Don't want any trouble. All I'm want is nice, peaceful Easter dinner.
Nate: All the same.
Drago turns back and notices that everyone at the table's received their appetizers. Seb is munching on his mozzarella sticks as Dustin's eyes widen.
Dustin: Watch out.....
Drago looks behind him to see that Jackson is standing over Seb.
Jackson: You hanging out with this filthy COMMIE. Absolutely disgusting!
Drago: What?
Jackson: Bet you have a shrine dedicated to your fearless leader Stalin am I right?
Drago shakes his head.
Drago: Wrong country!
Jackson then takes it upon himself to snatch Seb's mozzarella sticks and eats them. Drago turns back to Nate, angrily whispering.
Drago: Was supposed to be peace!
Nate turns to Jackson.
Nate: Please stop.....
Jackson: In the name of America, I WILL NOT!
Seb scrunches up his face in anger. He takes the napkin that was on the table and tosses it onto the ground. He then gets up out of his seat and extends his arms in a fighting stance, yelling as if he was Bruce Lee. Drago buries his face in his hands.
Drago: STOP.....
Nate: Guys, come on.....
Jackson and Seb then start brawling to the shock of the people there. They throw each other over multiple tables and Jackson takes a chair, breaking it over Seb, which isn't super effective. Drago slams his face on the table.
Drago: This is fine.....
Nate takes a drink of whiskey and sighs as we fade to black.
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:(
:)
Cort Marshall vs H20
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He timed that perfectly!
GAMEBALL!!!!
* K.D'Angelo music hits and he limps out to the stage. The fans give a mixed reaction. A few boo but a majority cheer on hurt giant. He stands then holds up his hand. The crowd gets quiet .*
K.D'Angelo : Well ..............
* K.D'Angelo gives a long pause *
K.D'Angelo : I'm not much for words so Big Ed , the garden awaits your lifeless body! The garden is real !
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THE SHUGGABOOGAH ISLAND vs HURRICANE LARGE EDUARDO!
I CANT WAITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
A lot has happened in the last few months but one of the brightest spots is that Rev Inc has completely swept every pay per view they’ve been a part of.
After what happened to Versus, then Nate Ortiz begins to spiral, to the leaving of K.Dangelo, things looked to be unraveling. Then it happened. Battle lines were drawn and sides were chosen.
Some went with Drago, some went with Nate Ortiz. Tonight, it begins. Jackson Montgomery has to face off against Seb Abbott.
Jackson has just made it to the arena and begins heading towards the locker room areas. As he heads down the hall, he’s been making it a habit of checking every opening and every turn for Lacy Love or Dimsmore.
He makes a final left turn and makes his way to the Rev Inc locker room. He reaches for the doorknob but stops before he opens it. Jackson thought twice about entering the Rev Inc. locker room.
He turns away and runs directly into Stacy Clark. Her notes she was looking down at going flying into the air.
Jackson Montgomery: Oh! Sorry about that, babe! Jackson drops his duffel and begins to help Stacy pick up her papers.
Stacy Clark: No I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. But since I have you here…Stacy finishes picking up her papers and takes the rest from Jackson. I’m supposed to ask you about your match against Seb tonight.
Jackson Montgomery: Seb. Yea I’m not too keen on that. Look, we’re supposed to be brothers and sisters in arms but with the way things are going nowadays, lines had to be drawn.
Jackson Montgomery:
I don’t like it anymore than him, I’m sure, but what's happened, happened. Now, we have to go one on one in that ring out there because the boss says so. I will tell you this Stacy.
Jackson Montgomery:
It’s going to be the U.S of A versus Australia out there and just like my main man Donald T., I’ll start World War III if need be to protect myself, to protect this country, and to protect Rev Inc.
Jackson Montgomery:
Give me liberty or give me death. I’m willing to die for what I believe is true. Are you Stacy? Is Seb? We’ll find out. Sorry for the mess with the papers. Keep your head Clark.
Jackson picks his duffel off the floor and walks away from the Stacy Clark and most importantly, the Rev Inc locker room. With the split, JackMo has to be careful where he hangs his hat.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Can't wait for this!
Me either!
Cole Kappa vs Anthony Baker
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Wham, Bam, thank you mam!
Come again soon!
Stacey Clark stands backstage with the “Flyboy” Buddy Burns and The Great Yellow Hope Y.S.L. They both seem a bit more hyped than usual. Like two kids with too much sugar OCW’s 2Dope Boyz bop up and down.
Stacey Clark: At Road To Glory last month you two were “this” close to becoming OCW Tag Team Champions?!
She holds up her fingers in the margin of an inch.
Buddy: Was that supposed to be a short joke Stacey? Pretty lame…
Y.S.L.: Straight lame yo…
Buddy: Doze titles were as good as ours, TKF always find shortcuts and pussay sneak attacks to get the advantage. Plus they suck elephant sack b.
Playing hype man this time around Yung Shanghai Lee is right in the camera.
Y.S.L.: Elephant sack b!
Stacey Clark: At least you get a bit of revenge tonight as you face off against Kik Goodwin Gable in one on one competition. How well are you prepared?
Buddy: Did she say prepared?
Y.S.L.: She said prepared yo…
Buddy: You know what’s always prepared?
Reluctant to answer, she mutters.
Stacey Clark: What?
Rhyme Tyme: DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ NUTTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSS !!!!
Ever so hyped they bounce off camera as Stacey stands there shaking the ignorance off as we fade.
