Odon Klein stands in front of his locker with a single light on overhead. In one hand he's holding his coat and in the other, his baseball bat.
Sweat drips from his face as drops his jacket on the chair and puts the barrel of the bat in his free hand, looking down at it with an emotionless face.
Odon: Upon my evaluation of this establishment, I've learned that everyone here has a goal and how they're going to reach it.
Odon: Most of their goals are those of prestige and accomplishments... but how they reach their goal always seems to play second fiddle to the nature of their greed.
Odon now takes the bat in both hands by the handle.
Odon: I on the other hand, I'm more focused on the task at hand... and that's inflicting brutalization and devastation on each and every target that is put in front of me to the point that their only goal is survival.
The wood of the bat is audibly cracking as his grip tightens around the handle.
Odon: The prizes and the glory will only be a metaphor for the dominance that I will display.
Klein begins wagging the bat.
Odon: My hands and my feet are the only things I need to eliminate my targets, but there will be times that call *looks into the camera* for drastic measures.
Odon Klein smashes the camera with the bat, the picture flashing a few frames of static before going black.
The camera pans to the announce team.
That was a 10,000$ CAMERA!!!
HAHAHA SUCK IT OCW!!!
The Camera Pans To The X-Tron
Recorded EARLIER
Elsa: I telling Justin all the time to not let me be late!
Terra: Haha! It is okay, Elsa! We still have time!
Dragana Cesar, Elsa Holmberg, and Terra Daturas come into frame laughing and jogging into the arena before RIOT 534. The Troupe look like they’re having a great time before the show.
Before showtime, they seem to be rushing to make it in before it’s too late. They run past several staffers and other superstars towards the front of the arena. A large curtain separates them from an area where fans await them.
In the background, we can see a “Troupe” sign in front of a table, with many fans posted in front awaiting them eagerly.
All three women continue laughing, red faced from their mad dash, looking totally happy before their meet-and-greet post-lution.
Dragana: Aha..
Elsa: Whew… I have to be getting a hold of myself! I am a mess!
Elsa tries to fix her hair and wipe the sweat away as Terra reaches into her bag and hands them two hemp towels. All of them prepare themselves and stop giggling, take a deep breath… and walk out of the curtain.
Dragana and Elsa make it through, to a small cheer from their fans in the crowd, whom we can barely see jumping up and down with their new Troupe merchandise, only available on OCWFED.com/Shop.
Before Terra can make it through, an arm gently grabs her shoulder…
Aerith: Terra!
Terra, in a hurry, looks back and forth between Aerith and the crack in the curtain, where we can see Dragana and Elsa smiling at the crowd but peeking back, wondering where Terra is.
Aerith: I’ve been looking all over for you!
Terra: Aerith, my friend. It is so nice to see you. I -
Aerith: I saw you guys at Wrestlution! You were awesome as always, where are Dragana and Elsa?
Terra, starting to grow nervous, looks back at them and then to Aerith.
Terra: Aerith, I am so sorry, can we catch up later? I have a meeting with our brothers and sisters in the crowd.
Aerith’s smile fades instantly, as the days of trying to catch up with her friend seemed to have been for not. She looks down towards the ground, trying to hide her sadness from Terra.
Aerith: Oh… Okay, I guess.
Terra turns and walks back towards the curtain and looks back at her saddened friend with a concerned look in her eyes.
Terra: Please do not be sad, Aerith! We will catch up later, I promise!
Aerith doesn’t react to Terra’s words, which were likely drown out by the cheering of the crowd.
Terra bursts through the curtain and the camera fades as the Troupe sit at the table to sign autographs and take photos with the OCW fans.
The camera pans to the announce team.
WHOLESOME!
GAH, GOD DAM HIPPY!
EL PARCA vs TELOS
The camera pans to the announce team.
DAM!
With Authority!
Every seat is filled to the gills here at Madison Square Garden. The crowd is roaring with excitement as they try to hang on to each and every second that goes by during this intermission.
The noise level lowers as they continue to wait for the next interview, match or whatever surprise is underway.
As the crowd settles down to almost a mute level, H2O walks onto the stage. No music. No fancy attire. No charming smile. Just plain ol’ Harvey Ocean carrying a duffle bag and a trash can that he may have stolen away from Spider.
Nonetheless, Harvey Ocean appears to be downhearted in the wake of the match he had with “The Best In The World” Drago Cesar at Wrestlution XIII.
He walks up the ringside steps very laxed. The OCW Universe doesn’t even know how to respond. Not a cheer or a “boo” can be heard; Only whispers of things between several hundred fans.
He walks to the center of the ring and looks up to the rafters where his mic descends from the skies. But he shakes his head from side to side indicating he may have changed his mind about having it come down.
He places the trash can in front of him and walks over towards the ring announcer. H2O gestures to him for any spare mics he has ringside. The announcer gives him that, “Really” look and hands one to him.
Harvey walks back to the center of the ring still carrying the duffle bag on one shoulder. as he begins to speak.
Harvey: H2-...I am not here to deliver “words bruh”. I’m not here to waste anyone’s time. At least not anymore. So I came here to just to do three things publicly.
Harvey: On first hand I want to say sorry to Drago Cesar. I’m sorry for the lack of respect and the assault I did towards you prior to our match.
Harvey: He did something only one other person, a legend, has ever done to H2-...me. He humbled me; Brought me back to earth like he does to ALL of his opponents in singles competition. For that I must thank you.
Harvey: Secondly, I want to say sorry to The Inception.
H2O looks over towards the commentators. He starts to walk over towards them and look specifically towards Charles Scaggs.
Harvey: I let my obsession to take down TTT get in the way of our biggest goal. We were so close to owning every Riot championship at the same time. But I literally dropped the ball. KD, Bobby, Tyson AND Valkyrie….
H2O: It’s all my fault that you got Apotsatized by Blacksmith! It would’ve NEVER happened if I just kept my head out of my ass and remembered why we banded together in the first place!
H2O: I’m sorry, Inception.
Scaggs interviews with Harvey were very candid. He shakes his head in disbelief. H2O takes a deep breath and exhales.
He drops the duffle bag from his shoulder and catches the strap with his hand. He then places it down to the ground and unzips it.
Harvey pulls out a canister of lighter fluid and squirts it in the garbage can and then tosses the canister out towards ringside.
He pulls a pack of matches out of his pocket and strikes to start a flame. He tosses the match in the garbage can and after several moments it starts a fire.
He then pulls out of his duffle bag what looks to be several kinds of large sized name plates.
He places all of them down on the canvas except one. He holds it up with two hands so our cameraman can zoom in to see.
It reads, “The Good Light”.
H2O: I reached down to wipe “The Best In The World’s” face. Then I looked up to reel in the energy from The Good Light and before I knew it, it was lights out for me.
H2O: It wasn’t just Drago who defeated me; I defeated me. The Good Light shined thru me because I was once humble. Now it’s gone because I became too proud.
He tosses it into the can and the flames rise as if he was giving it life. The fans gasped a what is actually transpiring before their eyes.
Harvey picks up the last two name plates. He holds it up for everyone to see. One name plate reads, “Head Superstar” the other “Future Champion”.
H2O: These last two I hold up together because they share a bond. A bond that my pride has broken by cursing The OCW World Heavyweight Title!
H2O: I thought my hatred for TTT was bigger than the title. I thought improving my moniker was bigger and better than The OCW World Heavyweight Title….
H2O: I was wrong in so many ways. All I can say to all you and you folks in the back….I’m sorry.
Before H2O throws the name plates in the can he notices the fire is dying out. He reaches in back pockets for the can of lighter fluid and squirts some in once again.
“H2NO!” fills the arena. An emotional Harvey Ocean sheds a tear. At one point that chant meant something negative but not at this moment. Harvey turns to place the plates into the can and then…
The familiar words to ‘Unorthodox’ ring out around the arena as the OCW World Heavyweight champion makes his way down the ring, microphone in hand.
He hastily makes his way to the ring, championship in tow, as he displays bruises and welts from the battle he had with B17 at Wrestlelution.
Doc: Woah, woah, woah. Harvey, this isn’t how it should be going down. You’ve spent the last couple of months trying to get Drago’s attention so you can propel yourself back into the picture for this…
He shakes the OCW World Heavyweight Championship held in his left hand.
Doc:...and now you’re going to throw that all away because you lost? That’s not the H2O I know. The H2O I know bounces back from adversity; you are a former OCW World Champion yourself, you know.
Doc: A former star of the light heavyweight division that has paved the way for my best friend to walk the same path as you did.
The crowd applauds as Doc lists off Harvey’s achievements.
Doc:You’re a fighter, Harvey. You proved that by going after the best in the world, win or lose. Drago may be pound-for-pound the greatest athelete around here, but I’m the one with the single most prestigious title in wrestling history.
Doc:
So what do you say, Harvey? Or do you not have the bottle to get it done when it matters most?
Doc holds the title up high, staring daggers into H2O. Harvey raises his microphone to speak, but is interrupted by the remixed version of ‘True Survivor’ ringing around the arena.
B17: What a comforting notion! Our champion wants to gloss over the fragility of H20. Cry H20! Cry, damnit!
B17 paces on the stage.
B17: He's such a great man, our champion, Doc Green! A true fighter, someone the fans can call…their own. BUT WHAT ARE YOU REALLY?
B17's shout brings the crowd to silence.
B17: WHAT ARE YOU!
B17: They all saw YOU…"snap" they all saw that cold look in your eyes. We all felt that chill as you lay bleeding from your mouth at Wrestlution.
B17:
But you did what you had to do to win. You got dirty. You got mean. They saw your desperation...
Doc looks concerned peering out into the crowd.
B17: I applaud you! But I want more! I want you to realize watch that tape back and see that for 20 minutes you were my personal bitch...It wasn't until...I broke you free that you started to actually fight for yourself.
B17 points at the crowd.
B17: If you fight for them, you will lose!
Doc: You know what, Bingo? Maybe I did lose myself in the ring at Wrestlelution. Maybe it wasn’t the always-cheery, wily Brit these fans are used to, but I’d be damned if I was going to take it all back to not give you the arse-whooping you deserved on the grandest stage.
B17: ….Arse whooping…Arse whooping. Like the arse whooping that Drago gave H20?
H2O bites his bottom lip to stop himself from saying any response from B17. He looks over to the trash can and notices the fire starting to die out again.
He takes the two remaining name plates in his hands and heads over towards the trash can to put them in. The fans chant of “H2No” rings out louder than the previously and Harvey stops himself from putting them in.
Instead he rushes over to grab his duffle bag, throws the plates back in and walks up the ramp towards both B17 and Doc Green. He stops in front of Doc and pulls the plate out that reads “Head Superstar” and gives it to Doc.
He walks away patting Doc on the shoulder and heads up towards the stage. It looks like B17 is giving him some more “words of encouragement.” Harvey ignores all of it and pulls out the last plate from his bag that reads “Future Champion” and slaps it across B17’s chest.
B17 catches it before it falls to the ground. Harvey disappears into the back leaving Doc Green and B17 beside themselves with confusion as the scene fades.
