Back at the GM office, we see the COO Drago Cesar seated at the head of the table looking concerned for his business partners. Tiberius Dupree is dipping some nachos in maple syrup while Ryu Matsumoto is attempting to get in Charity’s DMs. Drago scratches his head.
Drago: We have to book card you know.
Dupree and Spider look at Drago and point to each other.
Dupree and RYU: HE’S BLOCKED!
They both resume their leisurely activities, leaving Drago to think about what to do next.
Drago: Why not we have guest GM to help us book?
The COO steps out of the office for a few moments and returns with his lion friend Bubba, wearing a fancy pink tie around his neck. Dupree and Spider immediately stop what they’re doing and look at the majestic big cat. The Betterness gets up from his seat and pats the lion’s head.
Dupree: The only mane comparable to mine….
Drago: He have couple ideas for show!
Spider hammerfists the table in a fit of rage.
RYU: THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE A GM LICENSE!
Drago: …Do you?
Spider gasps.
RYU: How dare you! Two can play that game, Drago!
Spider snaps his fingers and the door swings open to reveal another gargantuan lion, this time with a gray-haired mane and an eyepatch over his left eye.
RYU: Meet….ABBUB!
The two lions face off and stare at each other for a moment. Abbub growls at Bubba.
RYU: Yaaaassss, GET EM!
Bubba licks Abbub’s face a few times before he gives him a hug, much to Spider’s chagrin.
RYU: NOOOOOO!
Abbub’s rough demeanor melts under Bubba’s affection. Abbub then makes his way towards Dupree, expecting the same. Dupree grimaces intently at the large feline who is now licking the bowl of maple syrup.
RYU: Don’t eat that, you’ll catch the stupid!
Abbub does in fact stop eating the syrup, instead he uses his massive maw to grab Spider’s cell phone mid DM to Charity. Dupree cracks his classic half smile as Abbub is now using Spider’s phone as a chew toy.
Dupree: Looks like he likes catfish too.
Drago: Guys, back to the business. Bubba?
Bubba perks up, revealing a document with a fully typed and detailed outline of tonight’s card, signed and sealed with his paw print. Drago passes the sheet around after nodding in approval.
Dupree: Tag Team Championship #1 Contendership, Believers vs. Grit & Glory.
Dupree nods in impressed approval, followed by an eager Abbub. Everyone looks at Spider for the final okay.
RYU: Interesting card, but how does it affect Kingu’s Legacy?
They all give Spider a group stink eye as we fade to black.
3 WAY DANCE
HAFUMI MAYOSHI vs. LA SERENA TORMENTA vs. BOBBI BADDI
Familiar sounds, sites, and smells can be seen outside the window of Dennis Dillinger’s luxurious limousine. El Parca, his crown jewel, is seated across from him once again, looking out the window.
Parca, not being in New York for a few weeks, is re-immersing himself in the surroundings of the lively city. Dennis is looking intently at his client as finally, Parca notices his gleeful look and turns to him, without missing a beat, Parca quickly drops a snarky opening.
Parca: So, I can finally see where you’ve been lately. Y’know the Archer merger? Didn’t love it, wasn’t totally for it, but hey I trust you so I let you do those big business things. But I do have to admit here Dennis, Luis Bishop? Like what am I chopped liver? Do you need a new crown jewel or something?
Dennis looks appalled by what Parca said and puts a hand on his mouth as he verbally gasps like a 1980s telenovela actor (and a damn good one at that). He shakes his head and readjusts his posture before wagging a finger at Parca.
Dennis: Chopped liver? How can the Crown Jewel of this industry, a man everyone wants to pay to see, be compared to such a disgusting dish? C’mon now, Primero… How low do you think of me? This Luis Bishop thing is GOOD for El Parca, Dennis Dillinger, Thomas Archer, everyone! This isn’t bad news. Just relax.
Parca: Dennis, I have people week in and week out calling for me to return to my old ways as Primero and now here you are signing a Scumchester alumni onto your goddamn payroll! Of course I’m going to be annoyed. What? I don’t hold championship gold for a couple of months, and suddenly I’m mincemeat? Worthless? Cmon miss me with this!
Dennis: I understand where your head is at right now, but I need you to trust me. Think about it, you’re doing right now to me what the world has been doing to you for almost a YEAR. I ponied up to all the bad things I have ever done, and I did that for YOU.
Dennis leans forward and places his hands down flat on his knees, an unusual seriousness washing over the Manhattan Mogul’s face.
Dennis: This thing has been in the works since before you lost the OCW North American Championship, Miguel. Yes, this is about gold. It’s about expansion. It’s not about replacing the biggest star in pro wrestling.
Dennis: And I know, we’ve been through this before with DDE… Garcia, Wrex, all of those rats. But look around you, Primero? Who’s still here? I see one man. The man I committed myself to over all of them.
Dennis: That hasn’t changed. Luis Bishop is the future of professional wrestling, but you my boy, you are the present for as long as you want to me.
Dennis: So now, if you please just continue to believe in me… I can show you a perfect example of my commitment to you. You mentioned championships, eh? How about this: El Parca… Two time OCW World Champion. Beating the scumbag who crawled out of a hole and made the world a worse place.
Dillinger’s menacing smile returns to his face as he motions his hands outwards, as if to imagine the reality. Parca rolls his eyes, as he doesn’t wanna hear anything about Aries other than when he can finally get his hands on the man he once idolized.
Parca: Dennis, I told you, I don’t want the title, I don’t want to go back to that place. You remember how I acted, you remember what it turned me into. I just want to get my hands on Aries, I want to show him he can’t keep getting away with everything he’s done!
Dennis: I understand that, amigo, but here’s the reality of the situation. That A-Hole has that championship right now, and he’s surrounded himself with an even larger collection of A-Holes, so that may not be changing anytime soon.
Dennis: If you’re getting your hands on Aries, chances are, that championship will be a factor whether you like it or not… But listen, Aries is starting to slip up. Getting smacked around by that weirdo B17? His little support system fracturing with other members of the roster?
Dennis: …And most importantly, after weeks of taking all the steps necessary to be POSITIVE… His little weasel Brian Feinstien… He screwed up. We’ve got our opening in the contract.
Parca leans forward, intrigued by what Dennis has to say. The limousine pulls into the parking garage of OCW Turmoil in the Barclay’s Center. As the vehicle is placed in park Dennis is grinning from ear to ear.
Dennis: Seems like ole Aries got Feinstein to do some forging of some documents, however, the slimy little lizard is even worse at his job than I thought… He put the wrong name. He didn’t put “ARIES”, he put “STEPHEN MCCALLUM”.
Dennis: Now, the reason I had to wait, is because I had to clear up some legalities on this. I figured “sure, it’s not Aries, but his name is actually Stephen McCallum” right?
Dennis has an expression of absolute jubilance on his face as he leans even further in to drop the bombshell.
Dennis: Wrong. Aries keeps saying not to call him that name… Well apparently it’s for a very good reason. Officially, as far as this legal document is concerned? That scumbag is Aries, not Stephen McCallum… Which means?
Parca: Wait a minute, so you mean to tell me that this contract is… basically useless? That it holds no weight whatsoever? I can do whatever I want to Aries without any form of repercussion?
Dennis smiles at Parca once again. The driver of the limousine opens the door and Dennis let's Parca step out first. Following behind him we see Dennis who puts an arm around Parca as they continue walking into the backstage area, the cameras pan down and fade to black as the show rolls on.
Previously Recorded
Several correctional officers surround someone dressed in all black with a hood that covers their head. They’re wearing dark shades and several strands of hair are covering their face.
They walk towards with their head down and their hands in their pockets. As they walk towards a prison gate, one of the officers gestures towards a window that looks into a control center.
The officer inside presses a button and a loud buzzard can be heard. The gate starts to open. The hooded person walks through and walks down a lightly lit corridor of the prison.
You can see people screaming and talking to themselves in their prison cells. They finally get to the end as all but one officer stays with the hooded person.
The officer knocks on the metal door and slides open a rectangular peep hole.
Officer: You have a visitor.
The mysterious person takes off the hood and shades and reveals themselves as The Head Superstar, H2O.
He looks anxious as he awaits for her to show her face.
H2O: You guys are keeping her locked up in solitary confinement?
Officer: Her and another woman attacked a person. She’s a danger to humanity, Sir. It’s for the safety of everyone in this prison.
Emp: We were defending ourselves. You pig! Oh hiya! Harv!
H2O tries to look into the darkness to find her but cannot see.
H2O: Are you ok? They treating you well?
Emp: They’re treating me worse than Tre Golden. He’s never been a World Champion like me. It’s all because I’m a woman. As you see, even the government is threatened by me. If I had a penis they wouldn’t keep me locked in here.
H2O: Emp, I wasn’t expecting to come here and see you like this. You are a future Hall of Famer of OCW. That has to stand for something!
H2O quickly turns to the guard.
H2O: Don’t you guys have one of those celebrity pods you can put her in? She doesn’t deserve this. Release her right now!
Emp: Tell ‘em Harv! AFTER EVERYTHING I HAVE DONE FOR THIS COMPANY! TO BE TREATED LIKE THIS!
Guard: Sir, This is the Metropolitan Correctional Center. We don’t have those amenities ‘round these parts. Where do you think are, Hollywood?
H2O looks defeated. He steps in close to put his face up against the peep hole to try to see Emp. He can see a slight silhouette towards the back of the small cell.
H2O: I know you’re suffering here. I’ll ask Spider if he can help get you out. He knows how to esca….
Harvey gives the guard a side eye.
H2O: Get out of tough situations.
Emp: I can’t trust him to even put a phone call into a conference. The idiot hung up on me.
H2O frowns as Emp makes her way towards Harvey. She leans into the door just beside the peep hole and reaches her hand through the hole. Harvey grabs her hand as she whispers.
Emp: I’ll be fine here, Harv. Trust me. I’m networking.
H2O: But…
Emp: Furi is gone now. Your brother needs you to have a clear head. I need you to have a clear head. This will all be resolved soon enough.
Emp: Now go! Don’t make this harder for me. Thanks for the visit Harv.
Guard: Guess your times up here. No need to piss her off Mr. Ocean.
Emp lets Harvey’s hand go as the guard slides the metal slab closed. Harvey stands there and continues to stare at the door.
Guard: Let’s go Mr. Ocean!
H2O: Don’t touch me!
Empress can hear Harvey bicker with the security guards as she slides down the door and sits on the cold floor. Harvey looks down at his hand noticing a small rolled up piece of paper. He clinches the paper and starts on his way back down the hall.
