The scene opens in a storage room. Valkyrie is sitting on the floor, handcuffed to a locker. Her manager, Echo, is standing next to her, apparently messaging on her phone
Valkyrie: Are these handcuffs necessary, Echo?
Echo: Yes, they are very necessary. As your manager, it’s my duty to make sure you get to Wrestlution in one piece and locking you inside this storage room is the best possible way to make you spend the evening safely..
Valkyrie: I told you I’m back to my old self, I swear. No more bodyguard kicking, I learned my lesson.
Echo: Trust me, I’m the best manager of all time: if I tell you to do something, it’s for your own safety. And tonight I want you to stay locked in here so you won’t get hurt.
Valkyrie tries to wriggle out of her cuffs, but it’s no use
Echo: I need you calm and collected for your Wrestlution match. Stixx clearly succeeding in her attempt to get under your skin, but tonight I’ll make sure you’ll get back to your old self.
Echo shows her a clipboard, with rhymes and verses written on it
Echo: A lot of OCW wrestler sent us their diss tracks for our upcoming mixtape… It will be a team effort, that’s for sure.
Echo: But there are still a few bars that need some work. We can get them done, just to pass some time.
Echo: For example, this is the Cheryl Stixx diss track: help me completing this verse.
Echo clears her throat
Echo: “You always win with a dirty pinfall…”
Valkyrie: “... Now that’s what I call a High Roller Downfall”
Echo: Good one. Now onto the next one, the Riley Quinn diss track…
Echo: “You call yourself Riley Quinn…”
Valkyrie: “...but you are just a Walmart version of Harley Quinn”
Echo: Damn. This mixtape is gonna be lit.
Valkyrie: Can you let me out now?
Echo: Hell no. You are going to stay here until the end of the night.
Echo checks her pockets
Echo: Besides, I don’t even know where I left the keys.
Valkyrie: Are you kidding me? Let me out NOW, Echo.
Echo turns her back on her and walks toward the exit
Valkyrie: Where do you think you are going?! Come back here. I’ve learned my lesson, no more backstage brawls, I swear. Let. Me. GO.
Echo’ face turns into a think-emoji
Echo: You are scheduled to compete in the Wrestlution main show, Sarah. Win or lose, it’s a honor, especially for someone who’s been in OCW for just 3 months like you.
Echo: You won against ShowBlitz last week: you know why? Because you were at peace with yourself, you cleared out your mind and focused on your objective for once.
Echo: You need the same state of mind for Lution and this is your way to… serenity.
Echo opens the door, but as she’s about to leave the room, she stops and turns one last time to face her client
Echo: I almost forgot. Since everybody has a special attire for Wrestlution, I decided to get you something unique as well. It’s in that box over there. Give it a look, I’m sure you’ll like it.
Echo: You are a valkyrie, after all, just like Freyja.
Valkyrie: Freyja wasn’t a valkyrie. Sigrùn, Brunilde and Sigfrida were valkyries. And I’m about to show you why they were called Angels of Death, if you don’t take these handcuffs off of me.
Echo: Sorry, I don’t understand you. I don’t speak Moonspeak.
Echo leaves the room, slamming the door shut, while Valkyrie starts struggling frantically to get out of the handcuffs
Valkyrie: GET BACK HERE, ECHO!
Left alone in the storage room, Valkyrie now turns her attention to the mysterious box: she opens it with her free hand and then give a look on what’s inside
Valkyrie: For the love of Odin…
As she checks out her shiny new Lution attire, the camera fades back to commentary
The camera pans to the announce team.
She better then Pusha T!
Man if you don't pipe down, Charles!
The Xtron Flickers On!
The camera pans to the announce team.
HE JUST SENT AN EMPHATIC MESSAGE!
DANG!
Nate stands in the ring black hat on his head as a mic is handed to him.
Nate: I’m here tonight for to stand across the ring from Parker Stevens and punch him in the face before Sunday.
Nate shakes his head.
Nate: We’ve both done it everything there is to do here besides fight each other. To be honest when I came back in 2012 I had a list of names to check off before I would hang these boots up for good.
Nate pulls out a crumpled piece of paper.
Nate: Over the past six years I’ve been able to cross all but two names off of that list. Those names are Parker Stevens and Matsuda. Matsuda is off to who knows where, so I’ve resided to the fact that we won’t get to see that match. But Parker is still around and now is the time.
Nate: On the stage of all stages two titans clash. So let’s do this thing Park!
Nate hops from left to right foot waiting for the multiple time OCW Champion. The crowd is in a frenzy but no one is coming through the curtain, when suddenly laughter is heard through the PA system. The X-tron comes on to reveal Parker relaxing with some whiskey and a cigar.
Parker: Franchize you really thought I’d be there? Was I getting paid to show up there. We all know you’re old man is paying you a big penny to show up in that shit hole.
The crowd boos.
Parker: Let me drop a truth siren on you. We know you are only put up as highly as you are because the guy who owns this place love you. You just have to show up and you hop to the front of the line. Doesn’t matter the year or what anyone has done.
Parker: I haven’t forgotten when you pushed those boys out of the Summercide Main Event, hell you did it again this year. You can’t just let the new guys have their damn day.
Nate is pissed and begins to untape his fist.
Parker: You’re about to lose for the third year in a row and be shown as the past his prime still holding on, piece of garbage that you are. Don’t you worry I’ll be there Sunday, the check is way too fat to pass that one up.
Nate nods.
Nate: You can believe that all you want. I’m not going to debate my contributions or place in OCW. The resume speaks for itself. Across the eras there’s only one at the top you’ll be seeing him Sunday.
Nate: It will be will be the end for us. One hand raised in victory. No excuses no tears. History can take it from there.
The feed cuts out and Nate makes his way to the back. Taking a look at his list one last time.
