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Hours ago the final bell rang and the Great Illuminatus match came to its conclusion.
Due to the Power of the Wind, the damage to the structure has already been done to the now silent pyramid.
The massive boat known as the Proud and Strong has set sail home.
The fans, staff and wrestlers all responsible for one of the most memorable OCW PPVs of all time have gone with its departure.
All that remains is the blistering wind, the cold weather, the snowfall and Claudia Frost. Despite what her surname might be, she does not fit into this place like the other things. Currently, she is huddled up inside the remaining structure of the pyramid with a fading fire that will soon be blown out from the wind seeping through the cracks of the concrete walls. The outlines of where tears have streamed down her face remain, she sobs some more but the temperature has dropped which makes it harder for her to push out the tears.
She pokes the last few embers with a stick trying to stoke the fire a little bit more in vain. Her eyes are fixed towards the snowy horizon. A voice speaks up, her lips do not move.
VOICE: This vessel made a deal. But how does that human phrase go? The devil is in the details. She should have read the fine print or perhaps asked for more, I fulfilled my part of the bargain. I made her a star, I took her as high into the pyramid as her body could handle.
Now, she reaps the rest of the deal. Stars rise on their own, and in the cold of space they burn themselves out. I guess this place called Antarctica will suffice for an ending.
The power of the wind whips up one more time causing the last of the flames to disappear. Claudia does her best to poke it with a stick, but to no avail. Her eyes look towards the horizon as she takes a deep lonely breath.
And that might have been when the story ended, but let me tell you about another story. One from a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. The only difference is that this one involves a dog sled and lawyer, not a tauntaun and a scoundrel. Sure enough as the last bits of hope begin to disappear from Claudia’s eyes, Wrigley pulls and saves the day.
VOICE: What an interesting turn, I’ll say.
Wrigley wraps Claudia in a thick fur blanket and he helps her back up to her feet as the camera begins to fade to black.
Moments after the victory over Too Much Zeus, the trio of Delia Black, Claudia Frost and Christopher Wrigley have just finished celebrating in the comfort of their OCW provided locker room. And how did they manage to get an OCW provided locker room? Well, influence. Claudia slumps down on the nearest bench holding her neck in some pain, regardless of what you saw in the match she is still obviously feeling the effects of that injury. Wrigley is quick to get the neck brace for her and begins to place it back on.
Delia is still on cloud nine after her victory and is completely oblivious to the fact that Claudia is hurting badly. In fact, Delia just stands there with a dull smile on her lips as she stares at a hanging poster for OCW’s next PPV ‘You Can Do It!’ where Delia will be getting her Craze title shot. Wrigley fetches Claudia some water, as Delia begins to talk.
BLACK: Think about it, Clauds. In just a few weeks I am going to be the brand new Craze Champion. I know the belt is clunky looking, but do you think that it’s heavy as well? I’d hate to have to rethink my entire spring wardrobe because of a heavy belt.
Needless to say Delia has no idea about what is going on behind her as she continues to daydream. In fact, it takes Wrigley walking over towards her and snapping his fingers in order to alert her to the fact that her tag team partner is hurt. Delia makes her way over towards Claudia on the bench.
WRIGLEY: The two of you, I swear. If it’s not one of you having me fake medical clearance papers in order to wrestle, the other one of you is summoning an extra dimensional cosmic entity. Speaking of which, where is that book right now? I need to make sure the two of you don’t cause anymore trouble with it.
Delia looks up, Claudia would but her neck is in too much pain.
BLACK: What book?
WRIGLEY: Oh, I think you know exactly which book I speak of.
BLACK: I haven’t seen it.
Both sets of eyes fix on the last person confirmed to have used it. Claudia doesn’t lift her head, but she responds because she feels the eyes upon her.
FROST: I haven't touched it or even seen it. I swear. Besides, I’d like to point out that when Delia came across the book it was in your office break room, Wrigley. And when I came across the book it was literally sitting on the shelf above my computer screen. You know, the same computer I caught you watching po--
Wrigley cuts her off before she finishes that statement as Delia’s eyes shoot into the direction of Wrigely.
BLACK: Gross, dude.
WRIGLEY: I was doing research on a case! My computer at work wasn’t working, so I popped in here and did a quick search.
FROST: From what I saw, your clients must have been an Asian nudist colony suffering from blurry genitals.
Wrigley is about to object as he holds a finger in the air, but he shuts himself up without getting into this any further.
FROST: My point is, you’re the one who has been rather carless with that book Legal Daddy and perhaps we are the ones who should be keeping it out of your hands.
WRIGLEY: Look, I’ve got a meeting here with the boss in a couple of minutes. Something about the upcoming pay-per-view. Find me that book, and I’ll make sure it doesn’t cause any more trouble in your hands or even my hands.
BLACK: Your sticky hands.
Wrigley throws his hands up into the air and walks out of the OCW provided locker room. The Influence gives each other a big old high five, but the impact causes Claudia to hold her neck in some pain. We fade to black.
That’ll bring us up to current day.
That’ll bring us to the familiar “Psyonix” logo on the screen, which leads to that theme music which welcomes the startup screen for Rocket League. Delia Black and Claudia Frost lazily sit upon their couch with controllers in hand ready to start up another game, baby.
That is, until Delia turns her head towards Claudia.
BLACK: I thought we retired from this game.
FROST: We did?
BLACK: Yeah, I think we even had Wrigley write the whole thing up and announce it.
FROST: What’s your point? We constantly make Wrigley do a lot of stupid stuff.
BLACK: True. But, if we play Rocket League now aren’t we going back on our word? Seems something we’d never do.
Claudia has no response, instead she turns her head towards Delia and gives her a confused look. It is at this moment that Christopher Wrigley bursts through the door as if he were walking onto the set of a 90s sitcom. There is no live audience applause, but that could be worked in a future promo. He looks exhausted as walks into the room.
WRIGLEY: What are you two doing?!
As if they were five year olds getting caught digging through the cookie jar by a parent, the duo drop the controllers to the Playstation and pretend as if they’re not doing a thing.
FROST: We weren’t playing Rocket League! It was Delia’s idea to turn it on the television, though.
BLACK: You bi--
But before Delia can finish that thought, Wrigley cuts them both off.
WRIGLEY: I don’t care if you two were playing Rocket League or not! The two of you were supposed to be spending the day training. You know, for your tag team title match at the upcoming pay-per-view? The two of you were supposed to be hitting the gym every single day this week to get back to where you were before all the book nonsense. And what are you doing?
They look at each other and shrug.
BLACK: Seeing if Bifford and Alice were Rocket League players.
FROST: Oh, that’s a good one. We beat them online, crushing their dreams with our voice over taunts and then on Sunday we beat them in real life and take their tit--
Wrigley cuts them off once again.
WRIGLEY: Once again, I don’t give a cow’s shit about the videogame thing. The last time the two of you even had a whiff at those belts around you dropped the ball against the Sons of Krazie. Yes, Krazie with a motherfucking “KAY”, remember that? You ain’t going up against those two this time, you’re going up two OCW Hall of Famers in Biff and Alice. Laying around on the couch and smelling your own farts playing video games isn’t going to cut it against those two.
FROST: I’m still confused about the whole crazy with a ‘kay’ thing, honestly.
BLACK: My farts aren’t the gross ones around here.
Delia subtly points in Claudia’s direction as Wrigley grows impatient with their sloth, Claudia turns her head towards Delia giving her a nasty look and grabbing at her finger in the process. This of course ends as you think it would, with Delia farting as Claudia grabs her finger.
WRIGLEY: Enough! It’s time for me to drop a truth bomb on the both of you. Nearly thirteen months ago the two of you grabbed a hold of those tag team title belts in Atlantic City in that hellacious ladder match, and ever since you’ve been looking for the short-cut in every single situation in every single promotion, every single match. And honestly, the two of you have turned into barely functioning sloths as a result of it. You dropped those ACE tag titles because you screwed around with the boss too much. Then remember when you took part in the SEX Cup? You brought a damned parachute to a hurricane winds match and that backfired. Here in OCW? You’ve been trying to summon demons, devils and God knows what else in order to win matches and look what’s happened. Delia went missing for months, and Claudia damn near turned into a popsicle!
Sure, you’ve done good in some wild matches. But now? The two of you are going to actually have to buckle down and do the damn work or it’s all going to be for nothing. Let me just say this, I might be your Legal Daddy, but you’ve been my only clients who haven't disappeared off the face of the map and you're like the daughters I never wanted. And I don’t want to watch the two of you end up with nothing.
Wrigley calms down from his ranting and takes a deep breath. There is a silence between the three of them for a bit.
BLACK: That stinks.
WRIGLEY: Yeah, it really does.
FROST: She’s talking about her fart, but your point is taken Legal Daddy.
They all give each other that knowing nod between close friends or life partners.
BLACK: It’s settled then. There’s only one thing left to do.
WRIGLEY: Train?
The duo of Claudia and Delia laugh at that, they then look at each other with another nod.
FROST: Nope, road trip!
The duo high five each other while Wrigley goes with the double facepalm. We fade to black, but not before listening to that incredible song...
FEBRUARY 27th, 2023 - Deep Inside Antarctica.
Hours ago the final bell rang and the Great Illuminatus match came to its conclusion.
Due to the Power of the Wind, the damage to the structure has already been done to the now silent pyramid.
The massive boat known as the Proud and Strong has set sail home.
The fans, staff and wrestlers all responsible for one of the most memorable OCW PPVs of all time have gone with its departure.
All that remains is the blistering wind, the cold weather, the snowfall and Claudia Frost. Despite what her surname might be, she does not fit into this place like the other things. Currently, she is huddled up inside the remaining structure of the pyramid with a fading fire that will soon be blown out from the wind seeping through the cracks of the concrete walls. The outlines of where tears have streamed down her face remain, she sobs some more but the temperature has dropped which makes it harder for her to push out the tears.
She pokes the last few embers with a stick trying to stoke the fire a little bit more in vain. Her eyes are fixed towards the snowy horizon. A voice speaks up, her lips do not move.
VOICE: This vessel made a deal. But how does that human phrase go? The devil is in the details. She should have read the fine print or perhaps asked for more, I fulfilled my part of the bargain. I made her a star, I took her as high into the pyramid as her body could handle.
Now, she reaps the rest of the deal. Stars rise on their own, and in the cold of space they burn themselves out. I guess this place called Antarctica will suffice for an ending.
The power of the wind whips up one more time causing the last of the flames to disappear. Claudia does her best to poke it with a stick, but to no avail. Her eyes look towards the horizon as she takes a deep lonely breath.
And that might have been when the story ended, but let me tell you about another story. One from a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. The only difference is that this one involves a dog sled and lawyer, not a tauntaun and a scoundrel. Sure enough as the last bits of hope begin to disappear from Claudia’s eyes, Wrigley pulls and saves the day.
VOICE: What an interesting turn, I’ll say.
Wrigley wraps Claudia in a thick fur blanket and he helps her back up to her feet as the camera begins to fade to black.
MARCH 13th, 2023 (The much warmer) Key West, FL.
Moments after the victory over Too Much Zeus, the trio of Delia Black, Claudia Frost and Christopher Wrigley have just finished celebrating in the comfort of their OCW provided locker room. And how did they manage to get an OCW provided locker room? Well, influence. Claudia slumps down on the nearest bench holding her neck in some pain, regardless of what you saw in the match she is still obviously feeling the effects of that injury. Wrigley is quick to get the neck brace for her and begins to place it back on.
Delia is still on cloud nine after her victory and is completely oblivious to the fact that Claudia is hurting badly. In fact, Delia just stands there with a dull smile on her lips as she stares at a hanging poster for OCW’s next PPV ‘You Can Do It!’ where Delia will be getting her Craze title shot. Wrigley fetches Claudia some water, as Delia begins to talk.
BLACK: Think about it, Clauds. In just a few weeks I am going to be the brand new Craze Champion. I know the belt is clunky looking, but do you think that it’s heavy as well? I’d hate to have to rethink my entire spring wardrobe because of a heavy belt.
Needless to say Delia has no idea about what is going on behind her as she continues to daydream. In fact, it takes Wrigley walking over towards her and snapping his fingers in order to alert her to the fact that her tag team partner is hurt. Delia makes her way over towards Claudia on the bench.
WRIGLEY: The two of you, I swear. If it’s not one of you having me fake medical clearance papers in order to wrestle, the other one of you is summoning an extra dimensional cosmic entity. Speaking of which, where is that book right now? I need to make sure the two of you don’t cause anymore trouble with it.
Delia looks up, Claudia would but her neck is in too much pain.
BLACK: What book?
WRIGLEY: Oh, I think you know exactly which book I speak of.
BLACK: I haven’t seen it.
Both sets of eyes fix on the last person confirmed to have used it. Claudia doesn’t lift her head, but she responds because she feels the eyes upon her.
FROST: I haven't touched it or even seen it. I swear. Besides, I’d like to point out that when Delia came across the book it was in your office break room, Wrigley. And when I came across the book it was literally sitting on the shelf above my computer screen. You know, the same computer I caught you watching po--
Wrigley cuts her off before she finishes that statement as Delia’s eyes shoot into the direction of Wrigely.
BLACK: Gross, dude.
WRIGLEY: I was doing research on a case! My computer at work wasn’t working, so I popped in here and did a quick search.
FROST: From what I saw, your clients must have been an Asian nudist colony suffering from blurry genitals.
Wrigley is about to object as he holds a finger in the air, but he shuts himself up without getting into this any further.
FROST: My point is, you’re the one who has been rather carless with that book Legal Daddy and perhaps we are the ones who should be keeping it out of your hands.
WRIGLEY: Look, I’ve got a meeting here with the boss in a couple of minutes. Something about the upcoming pay-per-view. Find me that book, and I’ll make sure it doesn’t cause any more trouble in your hands or even my hands.
BLACK: Your sticky hands.
Wrigley throws his hands up into the air and walks out of the OCW provided locker room. The Influence gives each other a big old high five, but the impact causes Claudia to hold her neck in some pain. We fade to black.
That’ll bring us up to current day.
That’ll bring us to the familiar “Psyonix” logo on the screen, which leads to that theme music which welcomes the startup screen for Rocket League. Delia Black and Claudia Frost lazily sit upon their couch with controllers in hand ready to start up another game, baby.
That is, until Delia turns her head towards Claudia.
BLACK: I thought we retired from this game.
FROST: We did?
BLACK: Yeah, I think we even had Wrigley write the whole thing up and announce it.
FROST: What’s your point? We constantly make Wrigley do a lot of stupid stuff.
BLACK: True. But, if we play Rocket League now aren’t we going back on our word? Seems something we’d never do.
Claudia has no response, instead she turns her head towards Delia and gives her a confused look. It is at this moment that Christopher Wrigley bursts through the door as if he were walking onto the set of a 90s sitcom. There is no live audience applause, but that could be worked in a future promo. He looks exhausted as walks into the room.
WRIGLEY: What are you two doing?!
As if they were five year olds getting caught digging through the cookie jar by a parent, the duo drop the controllers to the Playstation and pretend as if they’re not doing a thing.
FROST: We weren’t playing Rocket League! It was Delia’s idea to turn it on the television, though.
BLACK: You bi--
But before Delia can finish that thought, Wrigley cuts them both off.
WRIGLEY: I don’t care if you two were playing Rocket League or not! The two of you were supposed to be spending the day training. You know, for your tag team title match at the upcoming pay-per-view? The two of you were supposed to be hitting the gym every single day this week to get back to where you were before all the book nonsense. And what are you doing?
They look at each other and shrug.
BLACK: Seeing if Bifford and Alice were Rocket League players.
FROST: Oh, that’s a good one. We beat them online, crushing their dreams with our voice over taunts and then on Sunday we beat them in real life and take their tit--
Wrigley cuts them off once again.
WRIGLEY: Once again, I don’t give a cow’s shit about the videogame thing. The last time the two of you even had a whiff at those belts around you dropped the ball against the Sons of Krazie. Yes, Krazie with a motherfucking “KAY”, remember that? You ain’t going up against those two this time, you’re going up two OCW Hall of Famers in Biff and Alice. Laying around on the couch and smelling your own farts playing video games isn’t going to cut it against those two.
FROST: I’m still confused about the whole crazy with a ‘kay’ thing, honestly.
BLACK: My farts aren’t the gross ones around here.
Delia subtly points in Claudia’s direction as Wrigley grows impatient with their sloth, Claudia turns her head towards Delia giving her a nasty look and grabbing at her finger in the process. This of course ends as you think it would, with Delia farting as Claudia grabs her finger.
WRIGLEY: Enough! It’s time for me to drop a truth bomb on the both of you. Nearly thirteen months ago the two of you grabbed a hold of those tag team title belts in Atlantic City in that hellacious ladder match, and ever since you’ve been looking for the short-cut in every single situation in every single promotion, every single match. And honestly, the two of you have turned into barely functioning sloths as a result of it. You dropped those ACE tag titles because you screwed around with the boss too much. Then remember when you took part in the SEX Cup? You brought a damned parachute to a hurricane winds match and that backfired. Here in OCW? You’ve been trying to summon demons, devils and God knows what else in order to win matches and look what’s happened. Delia went missing for months, and Claudia damn near turned into a popsicle!
Sure, you’ve done good in some wild matches. But now? The two of you are going to actually have to buckle down and do the damn work or it’s all going to be for nothing. Let me just say this, I might be your Legal Daddy, but you’ve been my only clients who haven't disappeared off the face of the map and you're like the daughters I never wanted. And I don’t want to watch the two of you end up with nothing.
Wrigley calms down from his ranting and takes a deep breath. There is a silence between the three of them for a bit.
BLACK: That stinks.
WRIGLEY: Yeah, it really does.
FROST: She’s talking about her fart, but your point is taken Legal Daddy.
They all give each other that knowing nod between close friends or life partners.
BLACK: It’s settled then. There’s only one thing left to do.
WRIGLEY: Train?
The duo of Claudia and Delia laugh at that, they then look at each other with another nod.
FROST: Nope, road trip!
The duo high five each other while Wrigley goes with the double facepalm. We fade to black, but not before listening to that incredible song...
#Country roads, take me home #
# To the place I belong #
# West Virginia, mountain mama #
# Take me home, country roads #
# To the place I belong #
# West Virginia, mountain mama #
# Take me home, country roads #