An echo of grunts and slams echo throughout an empty Madison Square Garden. Down below you see H2O and Baker sparring with each other trying to prepare for their upcoming battle with Rhyme Tyme.
Baker: Harvey, what's the deal with you ( He puts H2O in a headlock takedown ) losing to Cort?
H2O: The same deal with you ( H2O reverse by placing his leg over Baker's face breaking the hold ) losing to Kappa.
Baker wipes his mouth and gives H2O a scowl look. H2O notices and gives him a questionable look back at him.
They both get back on their feet ready to go again. Only to be interrupted by Heather Angelo walking down the ramp with some items in her hands.
Heather: Boys, boys, boys. Don't you guys think it's enough already? Not only you do you have a tag match but a Tornado Tag Match. Which means no resting waiting for a tag. So save it!
H2O: She's right you know. I'd say we're ready for tonight. Would you agree?
Baker takes a second to respond while taking off his kneepads; almost to the point of ignoring H2O.
Baker: I'm always ready, Harvey. Besides, the package come in that I sent you?
Heather: That's what I have here to show you, Harvey.
H2O looks at the tights and his facial expression wasn't too pleasing to the eye of Baker.
Baker: Problem, Harvey? We're a team right?
H2O: Yeah, I remember you sending me pics of the…tights but they look different here than what you sent me.
H2O: Nevertheless, Heaven, do you have the jacket my sister made for me to show him?
Heather passes the jacket to Baker. Baker takes the wrapping off of it and holds it up by the hanger. H2O smirks and Baker’s face is emotionless.
Heather shakes her head and goes to sit down on one of the folding chairs ringside.
H2O: What? Together we can be a 1000x better than Rhyme Tyme! C’mon, Baker say something.
Baker: 1000 times better, Harvey? Really? You can barely even stand in the ring with other rookies, or me let alone Rhyme Tyme.
H2O: I don't know what your dysfunction is today, Baker. I suggest you take that look that's on your face off of me.
H2O: Direct your dysfunction to our opponents tonight.
Baker: No. H2O, you seem to be the problem. Coming around here thinking you’re the head rook. Tonight, I’ll be your friend. But at Lution I’ll be your enemy, and you’ll regret all of this.
H2O steps up to Baker's face.
H2O: I don't know what's gotten into you, what's going on in your head, or making you dark inside. But… you're probably right. I will regret all of this. Although, you keep this up and the only thing I won't regret is knocking your teeth out in Tokyo.
Baker grabs his kneepads, not taking his eyes off of H2O. He gives a smirk of his own to him while stepping out of the ring.
Meanwhile, Heather is sitting there leaning on the table with her legs crossed with her head resting on her hand. She is witnessing this friendship disappear right before her eyes without saying a word.
Her phone rings from her and Harvey's home. She looks shocked to see their home number calling her. She answers.
Heather: Hello, who the hell is this!?
???: Cancel the boy. (dial tone)
An unfamiliar person with a familiar voice just came back into her life. A shocked look came across her face. But she couldn't believe it. Quietly she responds.
Heather: This can't be you. No, wait, you answer me, dammit!
Finally as H2O finishes watching Baker walk off to the back. He turns and notices Heather pissed paving back and forth cracking her knuckles.
H2O: He pissed you off that bad too I see.
Heather: No Harvey. I honestly knew that was going to happen. This is why I choose to have no friends. You should do the same.
Heather stops pacing and grabs her purse and leaves in a haste.
H2O: What's wrong? Where are you going?
Heather: I'm headed to the house. You can do without me tonight? Seems you do better without me anyways.
H2O has a confused look on his face and yells at Heather to come back. She never turns back leaving H2O alone in the ring as the scene fades.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Can these two work together?
Guess we will find out tonight!
Alexa Hayes vs Sentai Hare
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The camera pans to the announce team.
WHATA MANUVER!!!
Good heavens!
A cameraman follows Cort Marshall as he storms through the backstage area after his rather decisive loss to Lawrence Larkspur.
Marshall: No. God dammit, no! He yells, kicking over a nearby chair.
Marshall: That was bulldookieshoe! I had my hand... foot... whatever on the rope! I had something! FRACK!
He approaches the catering table, still ranting. Some of the ring crew are gathered around it, but they scatter as he approaches.
Marshall: You can't just grab a man by the kidney! If it's not a rule, make it one! The ref was in on it! Screwjob!
He picks up a shrimp platter and flings it at one of the crew members, who dodges just in time. It shatters, leaving seafood sauce on the wall and shrimp littering the floor.
Unnamed Crew Member: Aww, I wanted some of that...
Marshall: Lick it off the floor then! And your mom's ugly!
Crew member: My mother was a nice lady!
Cort ignores him and looks for more things to smash. His eyes land upon a pitcher of what looks like fruit juice, or perhaps kool-aid. He picks it up and pours it on another crew member.
Marshall: There, now you're just as fruity as you look!
Meanwhile, two members of OCW's security team have arrived to deal with the commotion.
Security 1: What's going on here?
Security 2: What's go—oh. You stole my line.
Before any of the crew can speak, Cort flings a hot pocket that hits the first security guy in the face with a thwap, bursting open and emptying its contents onto his mug.
Marshall: What's going on here is that I was robbed! ROBBED! And I want each and every one of you little bastards to testify here and now that I WILL get a rematch!
Crew member: We have literally no authority to--
Marshall: SHUT UP!
The first security guard wipes the hot pocket bits off his face while the second one speaks.
Security 2: You're going to have to calm down, sir. There's no need to get violent.
This sets Marshall off onto a whole other level of baby mad.
Marshall: Need? NEED? What I NEED is to get back in the ring with that lily-livered languid little ladyboy LOSER Lawrence Larkspur and feed his perfect little teeth to him ONE by ONE!
He caps off this astoundingly alliterative statement by ripping a bag of chips open and pouring them all over himself. One lands in his eye.
Marshall: FRACK, salt and vinegar! IT BURNS!
Security 1: If you don't calm down, I'm going to have to restrain you.
Marshall attempts to rub the salt from his eyes.
Marshall: You think you can take me? Come on, just try it! I've been watching wrestling since I was a kid, security guards are useless ham-and-eggers who couldn't beat a one-legged man thirty five on one!
The first security guard calmly nods.
Security 1: That may be, but we have tasers.
Security Guard #2 unholsters his.
Marshall's face loses its colour and his eyes dart around for a means of escape.
Marshall: You can't taze me, I'm an American hero!
He springs forward and flips the entire catering table towards the security guards, using the distraction to fire off double middle fingers before running down the hallway at maximum speed.
The catering section is now a scene of complete disarray, with food everywhere, two security guards attempting to free themselves from under the tablecloth, and one crew member muttering to himself about his mother.
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a sore loser!
Hey man you ever had another man squeeze you Kidney and possibly your testicles? It's not fun or exciting, it hurts and it makes you want to doodoo, your pants but you don't because you are a grown as man and grown as men don't doo doo pants! Shut Up Charles!
The Camera Pans To The Ramp!
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The boos get louder and louder as Marley exits the ring to get a mic at ringside. He walks around outside the ring staring at random people in the crowd before re-entering.
He tries his hardest to speak but the sold out crowd wont allow it. You can see that the boos are starting to get to him as he finally gives up and rolls out the ring. He slowly makes his way up the ramp and through the curtains as the crowd starts to cheer.
The cheers quickly turn back to boos as Marley re-appears carrying a air horn.
Marley: Now you got two choices, you either shut up and let me apologize or I'll SHUT YOU THE HELL UP!
The crowd ignores his demand and starts to boo again. Marley holds the air horn up to the mic and holds down on the button. The camera pans through the crowd as everyone is covering their ears in anguish.
Marley: Bet you'll shut up now huh? Try me and I'll set this bad boy off again. I came out here to apologize for the way I left and my actions after. They told me to leave they told me to leave to venture out into the world.
Marley:
I wanted to test the waters, I traveled and it went from bad to worse. And just when I was about to sign the dotted line of mediocirty.
Marley:
When it came time to sign the contract, I couldn't do it. This is where I belong with my army. This is HOME!!!
The arena starts to fill with "we ain't soldiers" chants and boos. Marley presses down on the button again.
Marley: You better calm the hell down. Now as I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted, this is where champions are made. This is the place that made me...
The crowd starts to boo even louder than before. Marley holds the down the button on the air horn again but the noise starts to get lower and lower.
He drops the air horn and stares at the sold out crowd before making his way backstage. He suddenly runs back out.
Marley: YOU KNOW WHAT, SCREW EVERY..SINGLE..ONE OF YOU! I CAME OUT HERE TO SET THINGS RIGHT AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME? A MAN WHO HELD THREE DIFFERENT CHAMPIONSHIPS HERE IN OCW? NOT ONE, NOT TWO, BUT THREE.
Marley starts to count on his fingers.
Marley: THREE DIFFERENT BELTS HAVE BEEN AROUND THIS WAIST AND OVER THIS SHOULDER.
He starts to dust his shoulder off.
Marley: I'M THE ONE WHO MARCHED OUT HERE NIGHT AFTER NIGHT AND PUT MY DAMN BODY ON THE LINE TO IMPRESS EVERY..SINGLE..ONE OF Y'ALL. I DID ALL OF THAT FOR WHAT?
Marley:
TO GET BOOED LIKE I'M DONALD TRUMP? YOU KNOW WHAT..I DON'T NEED ANY OF YOU TO MAKE IT BACK TO THE TOP. I DID IT ONCE AND I DAMN SURE WILL DO IT AGAIN.
Marley makes his way back through the curtains but turns back around.
Marley: I got one more thing to say before I leave. Point the camera at this thousand pound Hummer truck that's been heckling me the whole time I been on this stage.
The camera man on stage with Marley pans back and forth through the crowd trying to find who Marley is talking about.
Marley: This man right hear wearing the infinity X sized t shirt.
The spotlight shines on the man Marley is talking about.
Marley: I got some advice that that could save your life. Step one, find yourself some handcuffs. Step two, join a gym, and I aint talking about the Slim Jims that you been snapping into your whole life.
Marley:
I'm talking about the one with the weights. Step three, find yourself a treadmill, handcuff yourself to it and swallow the key because you's a big bitch man.
Marley drops the mic and walks back through the curtains as the camera cuts to ringside.
