We turn to what appears to be a hospital room late at night, with former Women’s Champion Dragana Cesar resting in bed after the vicious attack at the Cesar Dojo last week.
One side of her face is stitched up and her leg is wrapped up in a large cast. Standing alongside her are Johnny Law, Aerith, and the last unharmed member of The Troupe, Elsa.
Elsa gently takes Dragana’s hand with her own. A frustrated Johnny Law looks at the floor, tapping his foot on the ground.
Elsa: Why this happen? What we do to deserve this?
Johnny: This doesn’t make sense. None of it does….
Aerith looks out the window. After a moment, she turns to Johnny.
Aerith: What doesn’t make sense is your investigation! How could you overlook monsters like Blaine? Like Empress? People who have done unspeakable things in the past?!?!?
Johnny’s gaze remains unchanged.
Johnny: Who are you to call into question my abilities?
Aerith is taken aback by Johnny’s tone, much more serious than the usual fare.
Johnny: You haven’t done a damn thing since this whole s***show started. Well, I gotta correct myself.
He rises from his seated position and points at Aerith.
Johnny: The ONLY thing you’ve done is criticize our process every step of the way! I’m trying my best to analyze the evidence we have. That’s more than I can say for you.
Aerith: Oh really? And what does your evidence say?
Johnny lets out a sharp exhale and returns to a seated position.
Aerith: Look, we need to stay focused. Whoever’s doing this is gonna keep doing it until we’re all out of the equation.
Elsa: But how? They knowing where we live, where we go…..
A worried Elsa struggles with the last few words, her voice shaky in fear. Aerith walks over to the door.
Aerith: I’ll get some snacks to calm us down. I’ll be right back.
She leaves and closes the door behind her. Elsa’s arms now start to tremble. Johnny sighs and walks up to her, resting his palms on her shoulders to attempt to calm her down.
Elsa: Now w-what….? How far you go with evidence….?
Johnny: I didn’t want to talk about it too much since it’s not 100% conclusive but…..I’ve narrowed it down to a few suspects.
Elsa: WHO?
Johnny: I can’t say because again...It’s not 100% conclusive. There’s a few smears on the prints. There are a few matches, but I don’t want to start pointing fingers. If I do that, things will get even worse.
Johnny’s voice starts to become less audible, turning into a whisper.
Johnny: The only things I can say for sure….Check your six at all times. Lock your doors, try not to go outside if you don’t need to. If you can, go to a friend’s house, make yourself discreet. I just need a little more time. I need you to be safe. So we can get back at the person that did this.
Johnny: Be brave. It’s what Terra would’ve said if she were here.
Elsa is able to muster a confident nod before Aerith comes back with a few candy bars in her hand. She hands Elsa a Three Musketeers bar, Johnny a Hershey’s bar, and herself a Babe Ruth bar. Johnny stares at Aerith eating the bar before the scene fades.
We come back from commercial and Scaggs and Poling direct our attention to the center of the ring. The Man Called Joopiter stands, looking around ominously with a microphone. His hair is tied back and he’s wearing the same black turtleneck and facepaint we saw debut at Wrestlution 13.
TMCJ: Good evening, sheep.
The crowd jeer and boo The Man Called Joopiter before he can even get the full insult out.
TMCJ: You say “boo”, but all I hear is “baaaaa”.
TMCJ: That’s right. Continue to prove my point. I bet you’re all hoping your fat inbred hero was here to save the day, like he did at Wrestlution… right?
Small cheers overwhelm the booing as he continues.
TMCJ: ...Well this time, I welcome it. I won’t be taken off guard by a cheap shot. So come, Mark. You cannot avoid your fate any longer.
After several moments, Reese’s music finally blares through the arena as he comes out without his usual grin. He looks very serious.
Climbing through the ropes, Reese raises his mic to his face to respond.
Reese: Alright, buster. I have been tryin’ to be nice. I wasn’t avoiding you because I was afraid. I was avoiding you and trying to be the bigger man here.
Reese: I have given you a buncha chances and you just keep on pushin’ my buttons, fella. I tried at Wrestlution too, but you kept on at that time too.
Reese: So, unfortunately, I’m gonna have to do sumthin’ about all this.
The crowd pipes up at such a hint.
TMCJ: I think the best platform for the execution of such a savage is this Saturday. What say you?
TMCJ leans back on the ropes across the ring from Reese and crosses his feet.
Reese: Fine by me, mister…. And piece of advice, you best stop talkin’ about my family, or yer not gonna make it to Saturday or as I’d like to call it from now on… Slammerday!
Reese drops the mic and raises his finger as his theme plays over the PA system. The match set in stone, The Man Called Joopiter scowls at his opponent and sarcastically claps his hands as Reese slaps the hands of his fans of all ages as he goes back up the ramp to chants of Slammerday.
The camera switches to a wide shot of the ring, where the Clark Effect set has been assembled in a sit-down talk show manner.
A monitor, along with a small side table, occupy the center of the ring, flanked by two armchairs. Stacy Clark is in the far cushioned armchair, sitting at attention with a microphone in her right hand.
Solomon Caine immediately takes the near seat after entering the ring and picks up the microphone on the chair.
Stacy Clark: Hello, Mr. Caine. Let’s just take things in order, starting with Consequence.
Stacy Clark:
You came out and attacked International Champion Thomas Archer. Tell us, what’s on your mind? Why did you attack Thomas Archer?
Solomon Caine: Well, Ms. Clark, it’s simple. Occam’s razor, if you will. Four words: International Champion Solomon Caine.
Solomon Caine:
I came out at Consequence and asked a question. It’s up to the Million Dollar Man to give me an answer.
Stacy Clark: And why do you feel that Thomas Archer should face you for the International Championship?
Solomon Caine: Now isn’t that the question. On the surface, Archer has no reason to even look in my general direction.
Solomon Caine:
I’m on a losing streak and there’s even a chance that I could lose to one of the people that he beat for his title.
Solomon Caine:
But if you look beyond that, you’ll find the truth about this matchup; I can beat Thomas Archer.
Solomon Caine: Look at who he’s faced. You think that’s legitimate competition? But look at me. Look at my matches, my record.
Solomon Caine:
I’ve lost to some of the best in OCW in matches that could’ve gone the other way with the smallest of changes. Every loss is a new lesson, a new idea, a new outlook.
Solomon Caine: That’s why Thomas Archer should face me, because I’m the best he’s got.
Solomon Caine:
And if he accepts, you’re looking at the new International Champion come Summercide. And if he rejects, I’m not beyond giving him some convincing actions.
The not so subtle tones of New Americana interrupt Solomon and the crowds mood changes abruptly, a chorus of boos starting up. Out into the stage walks Thomas Archer.
Archer: I know what all of you Fortnite playing 40 year old neckbeard virgins are thinking…
Archer fluctuating his voice to sound like a man child: Oh boy, I'm getting to see the international icon twice in one night, it's like that time I saw a side boob in Lord of The Dragons!
Archer: Now, Solomon… Hold on, certain precautions need to be taken… Nicholas, the device!
Archer snaps his fingers and out walks Nicholas, decked out in a bulletproof vest and he swiftly gets Archer kitted out with his own.
Archer: Thank you, Nicholas. We can't be too careful, you never know when Casper the Unstable Ghost might go off the deep end because his favourite My Chemical Romance CD got scratched by Chuck in the 5th grade.
Archer pauses as he walks half way down the ramp, Solomon motioning for him to come closer.
Archer: Woah, woah, woah. It's okay to not be okay buddy, but I'm not getting in that ring for you to shank me with your little sisters toothbrush that you painstakingly carved into a weapon whilst sitting in the dark listening to the cure.
Archer: We all know that in the presence of the man better than greatness and greater than betterness you might get overwhelmed and explode, literally.
Archer:
I mean it looks like you've got some wires under your shirt there. Now… I couldn't care less if you decided to detonate and take out half of this stinking arena with you Casper, but I'm a national treasure and I'm certain you want my answer to your challenge.
Archer looks back over his shoulder towards Nicholas.
Archer: What do you think Nicholas, should I tell him?
Nicholas: I think you should tell him.
Archer nods and turns back towards Solomon, pointing straight at him.
Archer: For having the audacity to attack me, for having the audacity to call me out I… What the hell?
Whilst Archer is talking a wave of smoke flows out across the stage at leg height and the lights dim.
Archer: Woah, woah, woah, this is not about to become a threesome. No, no, no.
At that, a Shetland pony comes trotting out onto the stage.
Archer: Ahh, Blacksmith so nice of you to join us…
The horse neighs.
Archer: What's that? You think I should make all of these tragic losers at life, Solomon included, wait a little to find out if I'm going to accept his challenge?
The little horse gets closer, causing Archer to kick it. The fans boo heavily, animal abuse is certainly not tolerated.
Archer: Accendi!
The horse runs off of the stage and Archer turns back, once more, to Solomon.
Archer: You heard him, you all heard him… I will tell you in due time, that's if you can fight against your primal urges to take out a heavy firearm and shoot up a school like the over emotional train wreck you are! I'll be in touch…
Archer grins and taps his bulletproof vest as he backs up the ramp before turning around entirely to go backstage.
JOHNNY MILLIONAIRE vs. TELOS
Xtron lights up and Our Hero appears on screen inside his office. He seems to be in a happy and jolly type of mood.
Our Hero: SO MANY BUTTONS, I CAN CONTROL OCW, NAY THE WORLD!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
3 knocks can be heard at the door.
Our Hero: GO AWAY!
3 more knocks can be heard!
Our Hero: What!, god dammit!
The door opens and Our Hero face is met with ultimate disgust that can be felt from here to Toronto and he begins to face palm.
Our Hero: What do you want, thunder tits!
The new LHW champion AC Cobra appears on the camera. He has the prestigious title draped across his husky shoulders. The Garden erupts in cheers for Cobretti.
Cobra: Well this is a bit awkward, isn’t it? *slaps the title*. Me sitting here, in your office as your new light heavyweight champion!
Our Hero cuts off AC
Our Hero: …………. Listen you goofy bastard, let’s cut to the point? As you can see I’m a bit busy here!
Our Hero points to his Stream Deck XL and Cobra jumps up in excitement.
Cobra: OMG is that the new Elgato Stream Deck?! 32 KEYS!!! Wow, look at this bad boy. The LCD keys, new heavy duty stand, braided detachable usb 3 cord! GIF SUPPORT! Can I touch it?
Cobra reaches to touch Our Hero’s precious Stream Deck! Our Hero quickly slaps Cobra’s hand like a small child being reprimanded for reaching for cookies!
Cobra looks at Mr.Sensation who looks at Cobra and the Champ once again tries to touch the Stream Deck and once again his hand is slapped away!
This continues on for a good 30 seconds as both men refuse to waver!
Our Hero: WOULD YOU STOP IT! NO TOUCHING! Listen up you Un-evolved Jiggly Puff looking son of a bitch!
Cobra: Actually Pokemon can’t Un-evolve because you see…
Our Hero cuts him off.
Our Hero: I LITERALLY DON’T CARE!!!! now what in the 7 Kingdoms do you want from my life. Cobra….
Cobra: A few requests actually. I figure as your NEW light heavyweight champion, I get a few perks. I want better wifi for my activities, free parking passes, unlimited and I mean unlimited Dew, preferably Baja Blast. Oh, and I want to be GM for the day!
Our Hero slowly stands up and starts blinking rapidly at A.C. Cobra…. He points to the door as if to say get out.
Our Hero:...............Leave……...
Cobra: Ok, maybe the parking passes was a bit much.
Our Hero: …………...GET OUT!!!!!!!
Our Hero begins launching items at the New Champion as A.C Cobra scurries away.
Leo Grimm is pacing in the locker room, then stops and stares into the camera.
Leo Grimm: Odon, Odon, Odon Klein...oh how your time has come. You and El Parca will suffer together.
Leo Grimm:
Deliverance will be released, and you will scream with such delightful tones of agony, and the Dragon will savagely devour your souls. Soon...
After dealings with Cort, B17 and having a long eventful night on the party boat with his fellow fans, H2O is exhausted in a very good way. He is currently being escorted to his private jet in Calgary International Airport.
Along the way, he checks his phone for an important email he’s been waiting for since last week after Consequence. He finds the email “OCWFed Customs”. He opens it up and it reads:
Dear Mr. Ocean,
Your custom made OCW World Heavyweight Championship Title has been delivered to your current address of Denver, Colorado. We do hope you like it.
Sincerely,
OCWFed CUSTOMS
After he finishes reading the email the car stops as police escorts opens the door to his limo and walks The New OCW World Heavyweight Champion to his private jet.
H2O’s vision is a bit blurred from all that Good Canadian Whiskey he’s been drinking.
Officer: Are you ok, Mr. Ocean?
H2O rubs his hand back and forth across his forehead trying to regain his attention.
H2O: Yeah, I’m feeling nice right now. Thank you.
Officer: Are you going to make it up the stairs to your plane or you need help, sir?
H2O: Easy on the mannerisms...uh
Harvey looks closely to the police officer’s name tag but it appears blurry to the eyes of H2O. He gives up trying to find his name. But he notices his sergeant stripes on the sleeve.
H2O pats his stripes.
H2O: Sarge. At you least you’re actually a sergeant; Unlike the ones that wander around Riot every week.
The police sergeant signals to the deputy on the top of the stairs to grab H2O and get him aboard. As he does it H2O cell phone rings.
Harvey reaches for his phone but drops it in the mist of being seated on the plane. He picks it up and the screen is cracked.
The caller keeps trying to reach Harvey but his phone is so broken it won’t let him answer. H2O just places the phone down next to him and puts it on silent.
H2O kicks off his shoes and reclines his chair. A flight attendant comes over with a pillow and a bottle of Dupree’s Canadian Water. Another one comes with a thin blanket to place on Harvey.
The jet's phone rings and the attendant answers. She shows a happy face she hears a familiar voice on the phone.
Then a troublesome look comes over her face. She rushes over to H2O to shake his leg.
Attendant: Ma2O I’m sorry he’s not answering his phone. I think it’s broken. Besides, he’s not waking up. He’s dead asleep. As you know he’s been partying all night.
Attendant: You’re kidding me?! I’ll let him know when he wakes up. Ok. Bye.
She hangs up the phone. The other flight attendant comes over towards her co worker to see what all that was about.
