“Ante Up” blasts on the PA system as The Good Shepherd comes out to the ramp. With the Pride Championship on his shoulder he gives the throat slash symbol cut his music.
The boos ring louder as he continues down toward the ring. Oddly enough he’s dressed head to toe in black like he’s going to a funeral. He calls for a mic and begins to speak.
Shep: Cut the boos out man I’m here to talk about something real.
Shep wipes his eyes, pushing up his black glasses.
Shep: You see a few weeks ago I went to battle with someone I shared the road with for months. I ended up with this (looks at the Pride Championship) but I lost something too. We all did at Devil’s Night.
Shep: We lost… you know what just play the video.
Shep wipes a would be tear away as the video begins to play.
The Xtron Flickers On!
Shep: Haha, oh man. That was great wasn’t it.
Shep takes the glasses off, folding them and placing them in his breast pocket. He shows no signs of crying, only joy.
Shep: What a failure, just constantly. It’s a wonder I lasted as long as I did as his partner. He’s right up there with the best enhancement talent to ever step in a ring.
The TV feed cuts to backstage, with Cort watching the show on a screen. Billy and Chuck, the bodyguards, are flanking him. He watches Shepherd throw out one insult after another, and eventually enough is enough.
Cort: That’s it!
He jumps up off the bench and makes a dash for the door. Billy and chuck rush in to restrain him, struggling to prevent him from running down to the ring and causing a scene.
Cort: Let me go, you MIB-wannabes! He’s DEAD!
Cort pushes Billy off and almost breaks free, but faster than a TV presenter can say “mesothelioma,” Chuck has produced handcuffs and locked one end around Cort’s left wrist, with the other on his own.
Cort tries as he might to get away, but with Chuck’s weight advantage, it’s no use. Finally he gives up and sits back down, defeated.
Chuck re-attaches the other handcuff to the metal bar holding the bench up, ensuring no possibility of escape. With no other options left, Cort is left to continue watching his former partner mock him on live TV as we switch back to the ring.
Shep: You really think I’d feel bad for that piece of dead weight. He’s put to bed and I can go making my way to the top of the OCW ladder.
Shep: That video encompasses every reason why I ended AWOL. You see even with what I did last week I couldn’t even get a match tonight. That tells me something I’ve already known. The work isn’t done here and there is a whole roster of sheep that need to be put down by this wolf.
Shep: If you’ll excuse me there is a lot of new city for me to see. If the powers at be don’t want me in the ring tonight, then I’m going to hop in my fresh new ride and see what the city has to offer.
The tron switches to show a brand new black Mercedes with fancy custom wheels parked in the underground garage.
Shep: There she is! Look at those wheels. A thousand dollars apiece. For most of you, that's half your savings. But for a champ like me… that’s nothing.
Shep drops the mic and mocks the fans as he saunters up the ramp to the back.
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a jerk!
You said it!
Previously Recorded.
Ashley Moore only received a piece of paper with an address on it. When she sees the location her worst fears were exceeded. A panel with small apartments. And she would have to share one with someone else.
Ashley Moore (to herself): Just look at the positive side, maybe I can learn here how the common people live.
She rings the bell and voice she knows but cannot determine at the moment answers. Come up, the door here is open.
Arrived there she opens the door and is at first positively surprised. A well cleaned and cozy apartment.
But seeing her new host her jaw drops and she doesn’t know what to say. After what felt like an eternity Valkyrie finally says something:
Valkyrie: Uhm… Hello… I guess.
Valkyrie lets Ashley inside of her apartment. It is indeed cozy. There’s just a small living room with a sofa and TV screen and a bedroom on the other end of the room.
Valkyrie: Don’t get any ideas. I’ll be sleeping on the sofa until… well, your financial problems are solved.
Valkyrie: Since this is my apartment, there are a few rules you should respect for our peaceful coexistence.
Valkyrie: Rule #1: the curfew is at 10pm. I never go to sleep past 10pm.
Valkyrie: Rule #2: No alcohol, cigarettes or whatever.
Ashley Moore: What? Is this a youth hostel?
Valkyrie: Rule #3: You can sleep in my bedroom, but you are not allowed to touch my stuffed unicorn collection.
Valkyrie: This is very important: if you touch one of them, we are going to have a problem.
Valkyrie: Rule #4: I am not a full time wrestler. I’m currently enrolled in a PHD programme…
Valkyrie: Now I’m not expecting you to know what a PHD is supposed to be, but keep in mind that I’m going to need some peace and quiet while studying.
Ashley Moore: Just because I’m blonde it doesn’t mean that I’m stupid. Also, is it a medical PHD? So you can patch yourself up when you have been trashed again.
Valkyrie: I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.
Valkyrie: Rule #5: Friday evening is Movie Marathon evening. I’ll be watching all Disney Movies over and over again, for the 1000th time. You are not allowed to interrupt my marathon or change the channel to something else…
Ashley Moore: Come on, now you are joking, aren’t you?
Valkyrie: … (looking seriously) You are not allowed to interrupt my marathon or change the channel...........
Ashley Moore: Any more rules? The toilette is only allowed during even hours?
Valkyrie (to herself): Just keep calm, she will not be here for long … I hope.
Ashley Moore: Now to the important things. When does the cleaning stuff comes around?
Valkyrie: Haha, funny! Let’s just avoid each other for now, it is not easy for both of us.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Ohhhhh this ain't gonna work!
Ya think!
We turn over to the backstage area with Jim Black standing in front of the camera, flanked by the OCW Light Heavyweight Champion Drago Cesar, wearing quite an unusual attire compared to the ones he normally wears, wearing a baseball-style jersey that says “Drago Mac” on the front with a lion emblem underneath it. The Light Heavyweight Championship is hoisted on his waist.
Jim Black: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Drago Cesar.
Drago smirks as Jim introduces him. He strokes his chin.
Jim Black: I’d like to discuss the upcoming defense against Ryu Matsumoto, but first…..What are those?
Jim points downward and the camera lowers to show Drago wearing a pair of what look to be Jordans. The camera pans back upward to show Drago laughing.
Drago: These are shoes that will help me fly. Before I drop DE FIVE, I felt kind of heavy and slow. But after dropping DE FIVE, I feel lighter and there is a bit more spring in my step. Also being around my old friend Mugen have teach me that I’m need to be a little more stylish, be more loose.
Jim Black: Speaking of Mugen, the both of you did not come out victorious in your title match against CQC at Devils Night, and the fans are wondering; is the P3 experiment over?
Drago looks around with a far away look in his eye as the crowd starts to get going with “P3” chants. He scratches his head before responding.
Drago: Of course not!
The crowd cheers in response.
Drago: Mugen and I will become amazing tag team in due time. We had rough time at Devils Night, but that not mean we are finish. P3 will continue being team and P3 Bonanza, the greatest talk show in the history of OCW, will live on!
The hunter laughs to himself as Jim Black proceeds.
Jim Black: Tonight Drago, you face off against a man you know all too well. The mouthpiece and perhaps the de facto leader of TTT, Ryu Matsumoto. What are your plans heading into your match tonight?
Drago strokes his chin once again in deep contemplation until he realizes that he doesn’t really need to think too much about it, patting Jim on the shoulder.
Drago: I’m don’t really have plans or tricks. Knowing how Spider is though, he probably have his eyeballs, or well…..eyeball up to TV screen with a notepad and pen in hand trying to take note. Even with that, he will use every dirty trick in book to try to win. But even that is not gonna help. Because with everything against me, I am still the measuring stick in this company, still the guy that everyone has to beat if they wanna make it to the top!
The not self-proclaimed “Best in the World” pats his championship.
Drago: I’m don’t need tricks. I’m don’t need tomfoolery to get to where I am. Only thing I’m need….
Drago flexes with a sheepish look on his face.
Drago: Are my two friends.
Drago exits the camera’s view, leaving Jim giggling as Drago heads to the ring!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Championship action!
And it starts now!
RYU MATSUMOTO vs DRAGO CESAR*
The camera pans to the announce team.
OH MY GOD!
WHAT!
The scene is set in the Turmoil locker room, where Mistico and Damian would be preparing for their tag title contender match against the great OtaKru.
As Mistico could be seen chatting up a seamstress, Damian would wander out the room and walk down the hallways, face down looking on his phone not paying attention he would bump head first into a fellow wrestler’s chest.
He would look up from his phone and stare at the mountain of a man Alexander Thrace nervously
Bourne: Uhhh… are you new around here or something? I don’t think I’ve seen you before, you seem kind of hard to miss with a big ass metal helmet on your head…
Thrace: I was signed a few days ago. Im Alexander Thrace. I’d assume your Damian Bourne?
Damian would pose with his hands on hips as if he was being photographed for a magazine cover.
Bourne: How’d you know? Was it my noteworthy perfect face structure that stood out to you or this dumb singlet I’m wearing?
Thrace let out a mocking laugh, shaking his head as he removed his helmet, looking at Damian with a shake of his head.
Thrace: The attitude fits. I was told about that when I came in. I'm not going to ask about what you're wearing, I assume you have your reasons. But, I suppose the best I can say is offer you good luck tonight.
Damian would get out of his ridiculous pose and give a respectful bow to Thrace, surprised by his offer of good luck after he had made joking remarks about his helmet.
Bourne: Well the outfit is a long story but I won’t get into that right now.
Bourne: What you need to worry about is watching your back around here in the locker room of Turmoil, because there’s a lot of “thirsty” people out looking to prove something to the OCW universe so I’m sure they’ll attempt to become “famous” by attacking a brute such as yourself.
Bourne: In my opinion if you’re motivated by money and fame, you’re motivated by the wrong things. I’m in this game to wrestle and live out the experience of being a professional wrestler.
Thrace looked at him, measuring him for a moment before he sighed. He placed his hand against his own chest, over the skull, as if in memory or respect before looking back up at Bourne.
Thrace: You’re advice, though correct, has a flaw. You aren’t driven to just wrestle. I can tell by what you saw and what you're wearing...for whatever reason.
Thrace: You and I both know you have a lot more reasons to fight. And from what I've heard, its to set yourself aside from the others. Commendable, but it won't happen. Not while you're as you are now.
Thrace laughed to himself, pulling his helm back on as he moved past Bourne, shadow boxing on his way. Damian would look in confusion and think to himself “NOT DRIVEN TO WRESTLE?!” before walking off to return to his tag team partner
The camera pans to the announce team.
Interesting exchange!
Previously Recorded
H2O: What? Where are you?
H2O: Where?!?! Ugh, I’m coming. This time you better be where you say you’re going to be!
The scene fades from black and opens up to Roosy Ave and 81st in Queens. H2O exits out of one of his favorite latin restaurants in search of someone.
As he tries to leave in a haste, the owner and his wife stop him in his tracks to take a picture of the new OCW World Heavyweight Champion. He takes brief moment to take several selfies with them.
The man lowers his phone down to save the last photo he took of them. H2O then kiss the misses on the cheek and shakes the owner's hand who has a hard time seeing if it saved.
H2O: You should really switch to an android phone, Papa. Any picture you take auto saves to your phone.
Owner shakes his head in acknowledgment. His wife says something to him and spanish but Harvey can’t grasp what she’s saying to him. Harvey takes this opportunity to make his exit.
H2O: Ok Pito, the food was marvelous as usual. Tia….you look marvelous as usual. But I gotta go! Bye everyone!
H2O turns his attention back to the matter at hand as races out onto the streets in search of his caller. Then out from nowhere…..
Man: Aarrggghhh! Get away from me you psycho bi(beep)ch!
H2O turns immediately towards the alleyway where he heard a man screaming. The man runs from the alley and into the street almost getting hit by a bus.
Harvey heads down the alley cautiously. You can never be fully prepared in these streets. He calls out a name of the only psycho b(beep)ch that lives in Queens.
H2O: Heather! I’m here. It’s me.
Heather: She ruined it. She ruined me. She ruined everything!
H2O looks at every inch of the environment; windows, fire escapes, dumpsters and still no sign of Heather. He continues his search by following her voice down the alleyway.
H2O: Heather this better not be a trap. I went to your locker room and C.Q.C was there and you weren’t.
H2O: I’m not coming down any further until you show yourself.
Heather: I’m right here.
Harvey looks to the side where there’s an abandoned cellar. He walks over to the top of the stairs and sees Heather whimpering at the bottom of the stairwell.
She’s balled up in front of a boarded up door with what looks to be her Kasstianity robe draped over her shoulders. It is now all ripped up. He also notices she has the same outfit on that she was wearing at Ladies Night.
H2O is sickened by the look and smell that protrudes from her body. Harvey puts the back of his hand over his nose and mouth.
H2O: My goodness, Heather. What happened to you?
Heather: I always wanted to be there. It’s all I ever wanted. It was supposed to be me at Ladies Night! Not her...ME!
H2O takes a step down closer to Heather. For a split second he wanted to console her. But he can’t fall for it anymore.
He steps away from her.
Heather: Don’t leave me, Harvey. Pl...please? I need hellllp. Plleeeeease?
A car pulls up in the alley with the radio blasting. You can hear Funkmaster Flex talking about various artists that’s been on his show….
Flex: ...we have a special group that’s gonna be with us next week. A group called The Inception.
Flex: DJ Jaunito, they said they had BARS! Now we ain’t never had wrestlers before on thi-
Heather: Good for you?
H2O turns back towards Heather but leans himself up against the wall to watch her and the car that pulled up. You can never be to sure in NYC streets.
H2O: Excuse me?
Heather: Good for you winning The World Title.
H2O: Uhhh….
Heather: Good for you for finding a real group of friends.
H2O: Heather, I don’t un-
Heather: ….and good for you to finally being able to leave her for good!
H2O: Valkyrie! Who said I left her?
You can see Heather’s eyeballs pierce Harvey even through the slit of her eyelids.
Heather: Nooo! Furiosa!!!!
Heather sobs uncontrollably. Harvey picks up his phone and ask Siri for Dr. Larry’s phone number.
Heather: No please don’t call him! You’ll trigger her!
H2O puts his ear to the phone and just looks at Heather. She is desperately pleading with him with her eyes not to call him but he continues anyway.
H2O: So that will be in a couple weeks? Ok. If anything opens up earlier, call ME not her. She’ll be there. Thank you.
As he hangs up the phone to put in his pocket Heather...or shall I say Furiosa rises from the staircase and jumps on his back.
Harvey is fighting to get her off of him but she almost has him in The Pepperton Sleeper hold. As the two struggle the men get out of their car and races towards the fight.
H2O sees them coming and runs backwards against the wall. Heather hits the back of her head and falls to the ground. She holds her head and is dizzy from the impact.
Heather: Harvey, hellllp me, plea-
Man 1: Yo, it’s that dude that just won the world championship in OCW!
Man 2: That’s that chick from Kasstianity. Yo, what you doing with her, b?
She passes out. H2O rushes over to pick her up off the ground. He places her over his shoulder and turns to the guys.
H2O: No time to explain! I need to get her to a hospital right away. Can you guys help me?
Man 1: Say no more. We gotchu, champ. Right, bro?
Man 2: Long as y’all don’t do none of that stuff I just seen. We good fam.
H2O: Thank you!
They all hop in the car and take off to a nearby hospital as the scene fades.
The camera pans to the announce team.
He cares!
Always will!
THE UNCROWNED vs C.Q.C
The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh man.
Yikes!
Previously recorded.
The Scene opens with FloJo sitting at home serving her suspension from OCW. She logs-in to her Social Media accounts to see what’s going on…
FloJo: Since I’m suspended, I can still see what’s happening in OCW…
FloJo sees the Super Turmoil card…
FloJo: So Nick and Bray are taking on BourneMistico in a number one contenders match….Whelp this will be interesting.
FloJo: But enough about that...What else I’m I going do.
Sometime has passed…
FloJo walks around house and then finally entering a room where she stores her Anime and Wrestling figures.
FloJo picks up a figure that resembles Drago. FloJo begins to impersonates.
*80’s music plays*
FloJo: (Drago voice): My name is Drago and I hunt and shoot arrows very gud. Yeah. My goal is to hunt down every furry on earth.
FloJo: He wouldn’t say that. Nah. Though, I would support it.
FloJo picks up a pair of C.Q.C figures.
FloJo: Ah, let’s see (Quartz voice Sup bitches we’re the C.Q.C (Chole Voice:) Oui Oui Oui we’re the C.Q.C (Quartz voice Haha that guy got dumped by his girlfriend. (Chole Voice Oui Oui Oui only worth chicken and p***y
FloJo chuckles.
FloJo: let’s check out the other merch that’s being newly released. There’s a B-17 one which comes with a wig. Neat.
FloJo: Code Jackman has a box that comes with him. The Blacksmith has a horse head, Spider has no socks and a...Bulge? Wow.
FloJo: OooOooOo. A Cort Marshall figure.
FloJo: (Cort voice I’m an All-American hero. Built from the ground up. You see here, *points to a toy truck* I use this to hogtie illegals and commies and drag their asses across the border.
FloJo sings america the beautiful in Cort’s voice while placing her hand across her chest.
FloJo sits back down on her couch admiring her collection.
FloJo: This is gonna be a loooong month. At least I have more time to take care of my things and myself.
An Advertisement for the return of Ambition plays.
