H2O hops the guard rail and makes his way to his brethren. Big KD steps over the top rope and hops down ringside stopping H2O in his tracks.
It comes down to a stare down and a few choice words were exchanged. H2O is the first to walk away and attends his tag partner. KD, never taking his eyes off of Harvey, shakes his head as he walks up the ramp towards the backstage area with one half of the tag titles.
Becky assists Baker to stand up as best she can. They are met by Harvey as both him and Becky sort of compete to help him up.
H2O checks to see if Baker is alright. Baker nods his head to confirm that he’s ok. Becky wraps her man’s arm around her shoulder to hold him up.
Harvey steps away to ask for a mic. The ring announcer tosses one to him.
H2O: No. No. NO! This is NOT how B2O is going to kickoff the new year!
H2O: We are NOT going to let….distractioooons get the better of us any longer!
Harvey looks over towards his best friend. Baker has a confused look on his face as Becky lifts a brow to his comment.
H2O: H2O will explain later, best friend. As of right now today B2O has to show this federation that we have the highest motor, B2O has the best matches and most importantly become the biggest draw in singles and tag matches they’ve ever seen.
H2O walks over towards Baker.
H2O: Best friend, H2O came into this federation stating his claim that he is The Past, that he is The Present and that he is The Future of this brand.
H2O: In order to fulfill that; Sometimes in order to know where you’re going you have to know where you’ve been. Some changes have to be made. Baker, your best friend has a plan.
Baker and Becky exchange words not knowing what he’s talking about.
H2O: If the muddy waters is pure, H2O will make it out alive and B2O will survive and be rejuvenated. All you have to say is, “You trust, H2O.”
A few moments pass as Becky seems to try to talk Baker out of it. H2O waits patiently as he tosses the mic back and forth in his hands.
H2O: So what’s it gonna be, best friend? Do you trust, H2O?
H2O tosses his better half the mic.
Baker: Of course I trust you, Harvey?
Crowd pops
H2O: Yes! Good! Becky, do what you do best and clean him off while I go and actually do some work around here.
Becky has a look of shock on her face as she was just disrespected while being nationally televised.
H2O quickly hops out of the ring and makes his way toward the back signaling to Becky to hurry up with his partner as the scene fades.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Hmmmmm
.........
ANNA MOSITY vs SOPHIA*
The camera pans to the announce team.
Nice!
Dam right!
The camera pans to the announce team.
This gonna be a barn burner!
Jan 28, 2017 MARK IT DOWN!
The Camera Pans To The Ramp!
As Heather’s music winds down low, a myriad of boos rain down over the arena like confetti on New Year's Day. Heather paces herself around the circumference of the ring; Not giving the audience any life once so ever.
She stops pacing and stares down the ring announcer leaving her uneasy for a moment.
With her eyes locked in, Heather slowly raises her mic.
Heather: Obviously, you too can’t respect The Harbinger of Death when you see her…...GIMME A GODDAMN CHAIR!
The ring announcer scurries to give Heather a chair.
Heather: HURRY...NOOOOW YOU LAZY AND USELESS FOOL!!!!
The ring announcer finds a comfortable chair and walks carefully into the ring. Heather continues to burn this woman with her eyes like lioness stalking her prey.
The Harbinger of Death directs her to open the chair and place it in the center of the ring. The announcer leaves the ring quicker than when she entered as a smirk runs across Heather’s face.
Heather: Incompetent slore.
Heather mumbles it but the mic still catches that derogatory comment. The announcer turns and cries as returns to her chair ringside.
Heather: Speaking of incompetence. Seventeen different…”ladies” competed that night. Such an odd amount.
Heather: That PPV would’ve had a bigger draw if they’ve added just a few more headliners to make it complete. The Future Femme Fatale winner, Sentai Hare. For crying out loud she was on the poster!
Crowd chants, “Sentai”. Heather sits back and in her chair with her arms crossed and shrugs it off. As the crowd calms itself she continues.
Heather: Another is one of the biggest but not the baddest draw in the women’s division (snickers), Bertha Stigglitz.
Crowd pops a little hard and chants “Big Bertha” as Heather perks her lips up to the their reaction. She crosses her legs and remains comfy in her chair.
Heather: You see the reaction!? They would’ve loved to see them in action. Given the reaction of the audience though I see that their mental capacity doesn’t understand simple algorithms!
Heather: That’s still an odd number you imbeciles! There’s one more that would’ve made that card even better!
Heather: ME!
Crowd boos.
Heather: Aye, mierda en tu madre. It’s simple math, losers. 2 divided by 2 is equivalent to me standing alone victorious in the ring against any bombshell that gets in my way!
Heather: While some of you millennials are left in the dust now by using common core to figure out what I just said; Some of you old school competitors in the back that know how to use critical thinking skills got what I said rather quickly.
Heather: They won’t be afraid of fighting this future WOMEN’S Champion. Especially now that I’m angry and have ZERO patience left! They wouldn’t care. I’m sure. Old school wrestlers love challenges and isn’t afraid to brawl with Death.
Heather: So how long do I have to wait? How long will I be looked over? How long do these mental people will get their dollars worth to see a real fight? They did a few weeks ago when I faced Miss Ortiz. What’s the problem now?
Heather: Looks like I have to bring death to those...these people love. This is the beginning of the end. I’m thru talking. We’re done here.
Heather: Hey. You. You can come take my chair away.
Heather throws the mic out the ring hitting the announce tables. The ring announcer reluctantly comes back into the ring to grab the chair as Heather makes her way to up the ramp.
