H2O: Can a man have a moment of clarity? A moment of honesty?
Shout out to Jay-Z for that. But anyways…
Heather: Not when you’re a champion.
H2O: Fair enough...
Heather: You know, you should learn to pay attention to your surroundings. I’ve been following you for quite some time.
As good as she looks right now Harvey you better think of something clever to say back. QUICKLY!
H2O: As far as The Lightheavyweight Champ is concerned he’s surrounded by success...until you showed up.
Gooooood one champ. Let her burn.
Heather: (Smirks) Fair enough…
Man she has thick skin….and curves all over.
Heather: Why are you wasting your time down here?You have a match with Baby Pughie very soon.
H2O: Baby Pughie? Don’t even mention the variation of his name to me!
What is she doing? I’m caught up in her trance and my mind is telling me to back away but my body stands dormant.
She’s walking over to me in such a haunting way. Now she’s very close and the smell of her sends the fire she lit in me out of control.
Whatever I do, I mustn’t lock eyes with her.
Oh no! My knees that are like trees that are deeply rooted. I can’t move for the life of me and they feel like they’re burning down. I’ve locked eyes and she knows she has me in a deep trance now.
She smiles back to my body language.
Heather: Papi, You ok?
H2O: Why are you here disturbing The Champ’s peace?
She squints her eyes at me as if she wants to hit me. She doesn’t like ANYONE talking to her like that and I knew it. But the malice left her eyes as quickly as it came.
But my intuition tells me the malice in her soul hasn’t left. Something isn’t right with her. She’s not my….Heaven anymore.
Heather: I saved a video of a person of interest. Maybe it’ll set a bit of a fire under you tonight. Well...I’m sure it will.
H2O: Let’s see.
To be the Harbinger of Death she sure smells great! But in any event let’s see why she’s here?
The video loaded on her phone...
Heather: As you can see about 18 minutes into the match, Bobby is fighting Ryu but then your friend, Pugh, comes over to help him and attacks Ryu from behind.
I didn’t care to see the mop headed Pugh again. Must’ve seen the same stylist Dupree went to before heading into Certified Greatness.
H2O: Yeah...and?
Heather: Then, 2 minutes later, Pugh helps Bobby again but this time against Kassidy Hayes. Then 2 minutes after that Pugh helps him up….
H2O: I GET IT HEATHER!!!!
Dammit! I let her disrupt my peace. The very thing I didn’t want. As I listen to my voice echo thru the Hall of Fame my sense of peace fades away with it.
The look on her face is neutral. I can’t read her well when she gets like that.
H2O: So Bobby is an old friend of Pepe, huh? A friend of Pepe is an enemy of Harvey.
Heather: Well it looks like my work here is done. I didn’t mean to waste any of your time.
H2O: Women’s Division to dominate?
Heather: Perhaps. For now, I’ll wait for my time to come. Too much drama spiraling around that Women’s Title.
Now’s your chance, Champ! Move in close and lay the charm down!
H2O: There seems to be something spiraling around you as of late, Heather. You’re different these days. Everything ok with you? Your Dad?
Uh oh. You had her until you mentioned her Dad. She’s walking away. Say something man!
Heather: You’ve changed too, Papito. I like your look. Your hair is a bit longer and have tattoos now. I like the direction you’re going.
Heather: Your not just doing this for the fans anymore. You’re doing it for yourself.
H2O: Heather wai….
Heather: We will see each other again once we handle our issues. Until then, have your peace and good luck.
As I pull back my hair from covering my eyes she is gone. Vanished into the shadows of The Hall of Fame Wing.
What did she mean by, “We’ll see each other again.”? I’m alone again at peace...or am I?
The camera pans to the announce team.
SHE GOT IN YOUR HEAD, BROTHER!!!
GOOD I HATE H20!
Live Via Satellite
The scene fades in with Kassidy Hayes sitting in a high back, throne like, leather chair with a frightened servant bringing him coffee in regular intervals. Kassidy takes a sip of the fresh cup handed to him and scowls,
Kassidy: I hate coffee
Kassidy scratches at his further grown beard,
Kassidy: Hello OCW,
Kass smirks,
Kassidy: You may be wondering why I am not in the arena and well the answer is, For my own Safety.
Kassidy: I am safe and sound in my safe house this week as I can not trust the duo of Tobin and Sean McGee to keep their distance from me after last week and then upcoming match next week.
Kassidy takes a large swig to kill to tea size cup and places it on the table next to him,
Kassidy: This Championship reign is just getting started and I have already Revolutionized what it means to be OCW World Heavyweight Champion.
Kassidy:
I Beat Five; Not one, not two, not three, not four, but five men in a hellish structure to retain my Championship.
The female servant bring Kass another cup and takes the empty one away,
Kassidy: I did what no one else has ever done and what some never even wanted to attempt because they are cowards.
Kass takes a sip,
Kassidy: I am no coward, I am BIG MATCH Kass, I win when the pressure is on so next week you all will see me beat Tobin and Sean.
Kassidy: One man who got lucky last week because I toyed with him the first time and the other who is just upset that he was one of the men I made history against..
Servant: TTT also did beat him up.
Kassidy throws the cup at the servant as she scurries away.
Kassidy: NEVER TOUCHED HIM! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The camera pans to the announce team.
This guy is so full of himself!
You watch your mouth THATS BIG MATCH KASS!
K Dangelo vs Cort Marshall*
The camera pans to the announce team.
GOOD HEAVENS!
JESUS!
In the hallways backstage in the arena, the scene opens, panning through a quieter section of the arena.
The OCW Interview set stands, cordoned off from staff passing through the camera’s shot. Footsteps clap into the audio from off screen, when The One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, walks into frame front and center, covered in the gear he had wore when he had entered into the Chamber, his white attire with an orange bandana covering the lower portion of his face.
He stares into the camera, stepping forward until his head obscures most of the background, with his brow furrowing down as his eyes focus directly into the lens.
Bobby Minio: It’s been a long time coming, champ.
Bobby Minio: I’ve heard the radio chatter, I’ve seen the way they feel about you, both back here in the halls of the living legends and out there in the cheap seats.
Bobby Minio:
I’d say I was impressed with how quickly you made a name for yourself but… how can I be impressed when I tally up the opportunities you’ve been given since you strolled through Sensation’s office?
He steps backwards, bringing his hands up, counting his fingers down on the left one, from the pinky towards the index.
Bobby Minio: A Light Heavyweight title shot… hell, in all the years I’ve been in OCW I think I’ve been within throwing distance of that strap… what, once? If that?
Bobby Minio: A match with Dupree, no matter how many times I’ve called he or … ze… or whatever pronoun Tibby is going by these days… ‘they’ stay ducking The One Man Revolution.
Bobby Minio:
For good reason too, because I would have sped up the motivation for retirement by a clean two years… but I digress.
He stops on his middle finger, a look of thought reading across the top half of his face, before he moves to his thumb.
Bobby Minio: The ability to maneuver through this company and your career without some overrated juiced up jerk off politicking behind every closed door throwing dirt on your name whenever they were starting to feel little.
His index and middle fingers stand extended, slowly shifting into a peace sign. Minio pulls the bandana down off of his face to his neck, leaning in beside his peace sign into camera view.
Bobby Minio: That’s right, I’m not through telling the world what garbage you are, b***h! Peace sh**ty... for now.
He leans back, pulling his bandana back up over his nose, his hand drops down out of the frame.
Bobby Minio: Anyway, H2O… the point of all of this, is that I’m just not that moved by you.
Bobby Minio:
I cannot truly judge you as a man and as a wrestler until we stand toe to toe in that ring tonight and I can see up close how you respond when you get this work.
Bobby Minio: Can you stand up right in the face of all this heat?
He raises both hands up, squeezing them down into tight fists.
Bobby Minio: Can you stand up right when you’ve got both of these dick beaters raining down shot after shot on that melon?
He stomps his foot onto the concrete.
Bobby Minio: Can you hang with the Thrust Kick Party?
Finally, he brings his arms up over his shoulder, mimicking the motions of a cutter.
Bobby Minio: Most importantly, are you gonna bop along or tap your toes when you start to hear The Deadly Rhythm?
His arms drop to his sides, his face going blank behind his bandana.
Bobby Minio: Well, lets go find out, right goddamn now.
He points towards the right of the frame, and then with a loud clap of his hands, begins marching down the halls to what must be the entrance area.
The camera pans following Minio down the hall, watching as he gets himself into the zone, slapping his shoulders, his face through the bandana, and his biceps.
He disappears around the bend of the hallway as his entrance music begins to echo through the arena.
