The cameras open up inside of former OCW World
Champion, Harvey Hamilton Oceans private locker room. Harvey is seen watching the events that unfolded last week on RIOT. He keeps rewinding and playing again as he superkicks Colby McCallum.
Harvey: He should’ve listened to me. I didn’t want to have to do that to him.
As Harvey’s conversation with himself goes on, it gets interrupted by a knock on the door. He gets up from his seat and pauses the TV. He opens the door to a familiar figure we seen tonight, Dan from DDE. Dan has a Manila envelope and hands it to Harvey.
Dan: I’ve been sent to give this to you.
Harvey takes the envelope from Dan and Dan scurries away. Harvey opens the envelope and there’s a contract inside. He begins flipping through pages but stops as he sees. “Match at Wrestlution 16 against Colby McCallum-“
Harvey: DAMMIT!
Harvey smacks his hands together as the contract makes a clapping sound that ricochets off the walls of the room.
Harvey continues reading the contract and realizes he reacted prematurely. The contract reads on “Match at Wrestlution 16 against Colby McCallum, and El Parca for the OCW World Heavyweight Championship.”
Harvey: Well, it is set on the date I made my doctor…no…the doctor himself cleared me for. I’ll show both of them that this injury was only a minor setback. I WILL bring The Good Light back The OCW World Heavyweight Title.
As Harvey keeps on reading the contract suddenly the door to his locker room is kicked in with brute force. As he turns around he is socked clean on the jaw dropping to the ground as the contract drops with him.
He tries to look up and when he does he sees a boot coming right at him as it connects right onto his face. Heavy Irish accents can be heard talking down on Harvey.
???: I told ye’ not to feckin’ kick the hinges in that hard, idjit.
???: Feck, does it matter, Paddy?! Big boss told us to “get the water b’y”, so we’re gettin’ the feckin’ water b’y!
Paddy: Wolfie-boy. I love ye’ like me own flesh and blood. I trained ye’ and Colby since ye’ were pups, but ye’ still can’t use yer’ own feckin’ noggin’. THINK before ye’ act.
The man points down to Harvey as the two begin chuckling at one another. Harvey tries to shake the cobwebs off as he tries to regain himself only to be met with another big kick to the face.
Paddy: Ye’ might wanna take it easy there, water boy. Don’t go tinkin’ that all violence is the work of hateful men. This is strictly business.
Wolfe: Ay. Nuttin’ personal. The big boss just wants his shot.
Harvey chuckles: Like this never happened to me before.
Harvey spits out blood from his mouth.
Harvey: I’ve been hit harder by folks that left lasting impressions. You won’t be remembered after Wrestlution. I swear to…
Before he can continue his threat he is met with another devastating blow to the face.
???: (Shut the fook up will ye? We, all of them, and everyone around here is so tired of hearing your damn voice, Harvey. Ye should’ve learned to stay away or maybe stay in hospital longer. Hell, ye could’ve stayed back home with mummy but instead ya keep running on back.)
The two men continue their assault on Harvey as there isn’t much to do other than ball up qand accept the incoming blows.
After the two are done with their assault they laugh at Harvey as they kick him one last time before exiting the locker room. As they leave nearby personnel rush into the locker room to aid Harvey as the cameras cut to commercial.
MIXED MATCH MADNESS
MARISA XPENSIVE
& ICEMAN NATE MAC vs.
ASHLEY MOORE & COLIN LOCKE
We fade backstage to see a smiling Jim Black, in his element, prepared for an interview.
Jim Black: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Barclay’s for OCW Turmoil. Here with me now, our very special guests, the team who will face the Wolves of Vanguard in tag team action next week… Cutlass!
Stepping into frame is the full team, hall of famer Chris Baxter, his protege “The Who” Viktor Karmine… and standing proudly on Baxter’s shoulder is Gilbert the Parrot.
Karmine claps his way into frame, nodding his head confidently.
Jim Black: Bax, Karmine, last week we saw -
Baxter: Aye! Aren’t you forgettin’ someone?
Jim Black looks up into the stern, luciferian eyes of Gilbert.
Jim Black: Oh, uh. Hello Gilbert.
Gilbert: RAWK.. Memory is the first to go! WARRRK.
Jim Black stands with fear across his face
Baxter: Easy my friend. He did not know.
Baxter hands Gilbert a treat to settle him
Baxter: Next week! We face the ones known as the ‘Wolves of the Vanguard’. But they will fight the Wolves of the Sea known as Cutlass. “The Iceman” Nate Mac, “Strait Vibing” Tre Golden, The D-list…
Gilbert lets out a hearty WARK
Baxter... Darryl Webster. You stand before us next week on our way to Sanctum, I owe most of you a payback from my losses in the past and I seek to claim them.
Karmine: That’s right Chris. Last week, the two of us struck our claim to those OCW Tag Team Championships… Sanctum, when we started Cutlass, our goal was to get inside the ring with some of the toughest competitors in our sport, it just so happens that those titles were on the line in the Elimination Chamber… and that match made things a little more serious than just the exhibition we were looking for.
Jim Black: Are you saying this has gotten a bit personal, Viktor?
Karmine: Personal? We still have the utmost respect for what the three men in Sanctum do each and every week. I-
Gilbert: WAAAARK. NO RESPECT.
Baxter: Aye, Gilbert. That’s the problem with you lads. You get the respect but refuse to show any in return. Respect for a man like Viktor Karmine, “The Whooooo”, the Who Who has already shown all of ye that he’s capable of great things in OCW.
Karmine: And respect for an OCW Hall of Famer. A bonafide legend in Chris Baxter. You guys are history makers, but if you don’t think we deserve a tag title shot? Fine.
Karmine: We’ll just have to prove it to you against the Wolves of the Vanguard, next week on RIOT.
Jim Black: Well fans, it looks like Cutlass has their eyes-
Gilbert: WAAARK. SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN.
The parrot flies onto Jim’s shoulder for a moment, staring him dead in the eyes, before taking flight and leaving the scene with the rest of Cutlass.
Jim stands petrified as we fade back to ringside.
We cut backstage, to the catering area. The camera rolls past a few OCW wrestlers, before the sounds of an argument come in from the right. It swivels to catch Cort Marshall giving out to a man in a strange mask and a teal three-piece suit--Benjamin Franklin, aka C-Note. Cort is pointing angrily at him while trying to balance a plate of mashed potatoes, peas and ham in the other hand.
Cort: That was a nice speech you gave last week. You know, the one about how only the strong survive, winners prosper, and every loser has an excuse. Just before you gave an excuse for losing to me on Turmoil.
C-Note: What excuses? What I was doing was laying out the facts so that even the most basic New York neanderthal could follow but alas it looks like not all bird brains are built the same. The facts are that you were a last-minute sub in which is the only reason I lost to middle ages marshmallow marine.
Cort: Marshmallow Marine! Oh, that’s rich. Ol’ Bennie Frank, named after a president, thinks his genius is self-evident. What you SHOULD realize is that you’re just one among a thousand kids who come in here, think they’re the shit, and before the year’s out they get flushed. You’re lucky you had the privilege to come here at a time when new blood is celebrated rather than beat up in the back.
C-Note: Privilege! Don’t get it twisted old man. I bust my ass every day for what I’ve got. I not only survived in the streets but flourished because of all the hard work I put in. You think I am scared of a locker room full of guys like you? Please I dare someone from the back to step to cause I welcome all the smoke.
CG: Oye, amigos, let’s take a second and cool our jets, yeah?
Cort wheels around, staring daggers at the newcomer before realizing who it is.
Cort: Sorry, man, but what the heck are you doing out here tonight. Shouldn’t you be in a hospital room instead of in my face?
C-Note: I’m always calm, cool and collected. It this geriatric GI Joe you should be worried about, getting all in my face talking crap when all he should be telling me is when I get my rematch!
CG: I’m medically cleared, Cort. Have to be, I’m on the Asylum anniversary next week. That’s not what’s important. I get you’re on a bit of a skid right now, I’ve been there, but this rookie doesn’t need the brow-beating right now.
Cort: Oh, don’t you start on me about skids. Sorry brother, but just ‘cause you got a fancy new title doesn’t mean you got a point.
CG: What I went through in that Scum City Deathmatch speaks for itself, Cort. I earned this title with blood, sweat, and grit. Something I figured you'd respect.
Cort: I respect you went through a war out there. You think you're the first? Hell you probably won't even be the last person Wrex tries to kill, whether it's in the ring or in a Glasgow bathroom. My own tag partner broke my knee with a chair, once. Like it or not, these days, that's wrestling to some people.
CG: There's many different kinds of wrestling, but that's not the point. You're frustrated, I've been there, hell, in some ways I still AM there, but the worst this rookie did was put on a damn fine match with you. He has an attitude just like every other young blood here does. If you hate it that much, settle it in the ring.
C-Note: How about you stop reminiscing about the good old days and give me my answer.
Cort's eyes flick between the two men before he speaks up again.
Cort: You know what, fine! You..
He points at C-Note.
Cort: Got your rematch. Whenever the powers that be decide, that is. And YOU…
He palms the plate of food directly onto the North American championship, peas scattering everywhere, and a bit of mashed potatoes and gravy sticking to the faceplate.
Cort: Can take a hike!
CG looks a bit annoyed at the gesture, but takes a long, deep breath before speaking again.
CG: Take it easy, Cort.
He walks away without another word, and Cort stalks off as well, leaving only Franklin to stand there, somehow looking smug behind the mask.
