We fade into the scene as you begin to hear the fans cheer from the arena. Heather Angelo is warming up for Round 2 of The Super S-Cup. She’s doing basic leg stretches while Cody stands alongside.
He is assisting her by counting how long she stretches for each rep. There’s a sudden knock on the door that causes them to pause between reps.
Cody: Who is that?
Heather: I don’t know. I’m not expecting anyone.
A recognized muffled voice from the other side says….”Heather, it’s me.”
Cody rushes to open the door and welcomes Stacy in. Cody shakes her hand. As they let go of each other she walks over to Heather and gives her a hug.
Stacy: Hey Cody! It’s good to see you. Heather it’s definitely great to see you back and yourself again. Congratulations last week against Kameyo!
Heather: Thank you. I still feel I should've broken her neck and sent her to the ER like they did me.
Cody: You did great on your first match back. Don’t be so hard on yourself. She was able to walk back to that TOG locker room and let Empress know you mean business.
Stacy: As a reporter I can’t favor any superstars but I can agree with Cody and say you did more than enough. Imagine if Shianne Lovelace was in this tournament too?
Heather: She would get the same treatment if not worse. Kameyo fights, Shianne has the mouth. The biggest one of the three and I would love to close it permanently. But Deborah is going to put her through the filter so no worries there.
Stacy: Empress has a plan of capturing the Pride Championship herself and capturing The OCW Women’s Championship. You’re the fan favorite to stop at least one of them right now.
Cody: Yes, but right now she has to deal with a very old rival. Ashley Moore is the one who defeated Furiosa in the finals of the Queen of OCW Tournament.
Cody: And that was when Furiosa was At her Prime As the Reigning And Defending OCW Worlds Women’s Champion. Now Do I Think She’ll Put The Nail In Her Coffin And advance I believe so.
Heather: She also put me through a burning table and caused me to get disqualified at Turmoil 237.
Stacy: It sounds like you have some animosity not just towards Empress but Ashley as well.
Heather takes the palm of her hand and places it on her forehead. She then rubs thumb and ring finger to message her temples. Stacy looks at Cody and he just shrugs.
Stacy: Something wrong? Is it something I said?
Cody: Oh I think I know.
Heather: This all just reminds me of that Queen of OCW Tournament and caused me to lose. I just wish…I wish….
Cody: What is it? I know you should’ve won it. I was there when it happened and hell I would've been hyped to hear Queen Furiosa.
Heather: Of course I’d love to have won it. But I wish I could resolve my issues with Zoe and tell her sorry. We were good friends before Kasstianity and became best friends while we were in it. Empress broke us apart.
Stacy: We haven’t seen Zoe in some time. Not since you two fought for The OCW Women's Title with Jasmine Kaffee. I don’t know if she’s around anymore, Heather.
Cody: Heather, we cannot focus on that right now. Amy Jade is counting you to get through this round. More than just Amy Jade but more and more fans are cheering for you. Just listen…
The three of them are hearing them chant AN-GE-LO!
Heather: No time to get soft now. I have a score to settle with Ashley.
Heather straps up her leather glove as Cody leads them to the exit. Heather grabs Cody by the arm and pulls him back. Stacy stops by the door.
Cody: What’s up? Whatcha forget?
Heather: It’s not what I forgot, it’s what you forgot.
Cody looks puzzled and Heather points to the back of Cody’s shirt. He takes his shades off and face palmed.
Heather: Furiosa is no more. You can’t go out there representing the very people that you called “Spooky Perverts.” Sit this one out. I’ll take care of Ashley on my own.
Cody: Dammit. It was representing you, not them.
As Heather walks to the door, Stacy opens it for her. Heather looks back.
Heather: It’s a new era. I’m righting my wrongs, Cody. As much you hate it but respect the church. I’m on the outs with them but they’re still my family.
Cody: well Unfortunately Heather i took these off of the merch store and stands. I’ll have to replace the back of it with A new Logo.
Cody: And Heather I don't suddenly hate them anymore. Ever since Well Wrestlution last year I've had a change of heart and I was willing to be with you at the Hall of Fame Party and probally apogloze to Kass for his neck troubles in my OCWFED Debut one year ago. I was literally gonna do it but you told me to stay in the car.
Heather: We’re not here to continue to write chapters. We’re here to end this book and write a new story. I’m apologizing to those that I’ve hurt and putting the Final Nail into Empress once and for all.
Heather: The new story is how I lead The Women's Division with The Pride Championship. Better than I did with the OCW Women's Championship.
Heather nods at Stacy as the two walk out of the locker room. Cody takes the shirt off and throws it in his gym bag. He sits down on the couch and turns on the television awaits for Heather’s match.
The scene opens up with an outside shot of a steak house before it faded into a shot of two men sitting at a table with a bottle of Chateau wine sat upon it.
At the head of the table is a familiar face, Mr. Rocco Bonucci. On the other side is another man dressed in a suit.
???: So, you’re asking me to help you become an OCW superstar?
???: You know I haven’t participated since a few years ago and it was a disaster right?
Mr. Bonucci: Yes, I do understand this. But, you have accomplishments and other things that may come in handy.
Mr. Bonucci: With our slight ties through family friends you were the only option I could think of.
???: And what’s in it for me?
Mr. Bonucci: Well, you see. I know your wife and beautiful son, Junior need a little help since daddy isn’t what he-
The other man who we can’t see much of slams his fist on the table before interrupting.
???: Keep them out of your mouth.
Mr. Bonucci: You’re right, you’re right. That was wrong of me. Never mess with a man's family. My number 1 rule.
Mr. Bonucci: Just know I’ll be able to take care of yous.
???: In a way I suppose you could.
Mr. Bonucci: You suppose? It’s either that or another option.
???: I’ll do it. Just leave them out of it.
Mr. Bonucci: Perfect.
Mr. Bonucci holds up his wine glass in a toasting manner as the scene fades to black.
Turning over to the Cesar Dojo, we see OCW Hall of Famer Dragana Cesar seated with her laptop next to her, her students flanking her in a circle. The sounds of birds chirping and wind blowing are heard as they are all meditating.
FloJo is seated at the circle, attempting to close her eyes and concentrate, but something appears to be bothering her. She opens one of her eyes and coughs. Dragana opens her eyes and tilts her head.
Dragana: Hmm?
FloJo: Hey, uh, I’d like to do some sparring with one of your students please? Maybe two at the same time perhaps? Regina Tacet takes her laptop and types, pausing the ambient sounds.
FloJo: I have a world title I want to recapture at Lution, I have made a promise, and I want to keep it.
Speaker: I am sure any one of our students would like to spar with you.
Dragana looks around at her assistant instructors Amy Jade Miller and Harper LeRoux.
Harper: I think AJ could use the practice! Besides, she’d be a better challenge for you, Flo.
AJM: Oh yeah, that so? Alright, I think I’ve got just the thing for you!
Speaker: Very well. We shall convene at the ring.
FloJo: Cool. Bring it on!
We cut to the Cesar Dojo’s makeshift squared circle. FloJo and AJM circle each other in the ring, surrounded by the students at ringside.
Speaker: You must expect the unexpected and not lose focus.
AJM: Okay, everyone! As we all know, there is an infinite amount of ways to win a wrestling match. But, did you know there is only one 100% full-proof way of never losing a match? Allow me to demonstrate…
They lock horns with the tieup, then FloJo irish whips AJM toward the ropes.
Before FloJo can react, AJM drops down, rolling herself up into a ball. A few of the students laugh as a frustrated FloJo attempts to pin her, but Amy keeps rolling away, and whenever she is able to stop her from rolling, due to the nature of the ball, both of her shoulders are never on the mat at the same time.
FloJo turns toward Dragana with her arms out.
FloJo: What the hell am I supposed to do w-
Before she can finish her sentence AJM rolls her up with an inside cradle. Our dear lion Bubba slides into the ring wearing a referee shirt and counts to three. Amy offers her a hand.
AJM: Well played, Miss Flojo. I apologise for not clueing you in beforehand, but rolling yourself into a ball isn’t nearly as effective without the strongest element of them all, the element of…
Students: SURPRISE!
AJM: Exactly! You’d think tungsten might win out on this one, but no, it’s the element of surprise that gets ‘em every single time.
Harper: You guys did great!
A confused FloJo takes Amy’s hand and stands upright. The students clap for both participants. Bubba stands upright and lick’s FloJo’s face.
Speaker: With practice, you will be on track to becoming World Women’s Wrestling Champion yet again, Miss FloJo.
Dragana gives FloJo a thumbs up.
TAG TEAM TURMOIL KCB.A.E vs. DNS
We cut backstage at RIOT, where Paul Boulet has found Palkha’s little note on the locker room wall. He’s angrily running his hand through his beard, gesturing at the paper as if to say…
PB: What the ‘ell am I supposed to do aboot this, eh!?
He turns to the cameraman and begins to ramble…
PB: I come to the arena ready. I come ready to reclaim my money and my honour from that man, and what do I come to find, but no man, just a… a note.
He slaps the paper.
PB: And what am I supposed to say? If this is correct, if it really is a family emergency…
His shoulders slump and he shrugs, sadly.
PB: I am a goon, not a piece of sheet. I am no Coco Davis, who would use a man’s dead mother as fuel for insults! There are things more important than wrestling, and when life intrudes upon the squared circle, sometimes the best thing to do is walk away…
He truly looks caught between his dislike of his intended opponent, and his recognition of the seriousness of their situation.
PB: So I hate to say, I cannot blame him. I hate to say, you are not getting the match you were promised tonight. OCW must give him the time he needs to deal with this, and so must I.
PB:
That is the fact of life, non? All I can promise is that when he comes back, if he comes back… I will give him the courtesy of making sure his family is all right… before I smack the taste out of that big ugly mouth of his.
PB: You go, Palkha Aadne, do what you must do. But I do ‘ope that this, you say on the bottom of the note--”see you soon”--I ‘ope that is true. Because you have a ladder bump with your name on it. And you ‘ave ten tousand in dollar bills with MY name on them!
He rips the note off the wall, crumples it up, and tosses it down onto the floor.
PB: MAUDIT!
He turns away from the camera and walks off in a huff, swinging his arms and grasping his wrists, clearly in the mood for a fight that is now postponed for who knows how long....
