OWT Embedded: Episode 2

(OWA Network logo buzes on the screen as it transitions to the front of the OWA Performance Center, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania).

(Voice Over) Aengus O’leary: Ha- Ha… Favorite day of the week boys

(Camera switches to see several of the OWT male roster; Erifuji, Jayden Carter, O’leary in the locker room, getting prepped in their gear. The irish man strapping on his boots before standing up). Aengus O’Leary: Gotta LOVE Sparrin’ days- Ha! Ha! Let’s get it boys!!

(The camera pans as Aengus pats his sparring partner, Erifuji on the shoulder, to the trio in one of the rings in the main room of the Performance Center. The Camera is pointed at Aengus as Carter and Erifuji practice Irish Whipping each other into the ropes and rebounding). Aengus: Yah’ see… Sparrin’ day’s fun, because we get outta this (he gestures contemplatively with his hands), Well I don’t wanna say tedium, but it allows us to use what we learn back to back erry’ month

(A shot of Carter surprising Eru on one of the rebounds with an armdrag, it then pans back to O’leary).

Aengus: (shaking his head and mutters) God knows they won’t let us wrestle…

(Voice Over) Michael Bishop: Alright, Lissen’ Up

(Camera pans over the OWT roster gathered at the center, Bishop hops up one of the sets of corner steps onto the outside of the ring apron where Hellen smith already).

Bishop: Aight guys we all know how much you like this time of the week, so we’ll try to get us through this. Split up into groups of six- whoever the hell, doesn’t matter to me. We get through today, you can all go home and- (looks at Hellen and shrugs) dunno do whatever mid twenty year olds do…

(The Camera pans to the roster at work, where we see Gage and Gavin Braddock, the Valhalla Death Squad, and Aengus and Erufuji paired up. The latter two are in the ring in a Collar - Elbow Tie Up, The Braddock brothers are on ground level, cheering the two on from under the bottom rope).

Gage: Come on Aengus!! You’re like five times his weight!!

Gavin: Kick ‘is ass Fuj’

(Aengus, struggling a bit under the smaller kickboxer’s clinchwork resolves to instead break the lock, and irish whip Eru into the nearby ropes. Fuji instead responds by sending a front kick into Aengus’ bread basket. The Irish man staggers back, and instead charges Erufuji, but gets caught in a hiptoss, and tries to sandbag back). Gage: HAHA!!! GET ‘IM!!

Aengus: Don’t You dare- Not again yah little Shi- (Aengus is cut off as he’s planted on the canvas by Erufuji).

(The Two Braddock brothers laugh as Erufuji helps up his partner). Aengus: Little bastard- jesus… Heh, Heh…. Got some spark in- (Aengus’ banter cuts off as Erufuji tags in Thorsen).... MothaFu-

(Voice Over) Hellen: if you’re not trying to get offense, you’re leaving yourself open

(The Camera pans to see the second team; Ashlyn, Sydney, Ozzy, Noah, and Chester, resting on the inside ropes, watching Hellen Smith who’s at the outside near one of the hanging bags).

Hellen: The goal when using the ropes is to always tie it into something. Whether it’s a kick, a strike, a lariat- Simply whipping and rebounding them without a follow up will leave you open to whatever they’ve got planned. I know for example, Sydney loves to follow up with a sidekick….

(Hellen demonstrates the kick by sidekicking the hanging bag next to her).

Hellen: What are some other ones? (Hellen sees Ozzy raise his hand), Ozz?

Ozzy: if you can get ‘em with an arm drag…

Hellen: The arm drag’s an excellent one. Simply put when you’re out there sparring, practicing- You’ve gotta realize this is an opportunity to use what we’ve taught you. Trying to get that anxiety out of your head and helping you to always come up with a game plan, always thinking, “What’s my next step”...

(Camera cuts to a shot showing the same group, Sydney and Ashlyn, facing off. Ashlyn shoving Sydney into the ropes, and proceeding to try and catch her in a standing armbar, only for Sydney to counter and lock in a standing headlock on Moon).

(Voice Over) Ozzy: Just kinda frustratin’ you know.

(The camera switches to see Noah, and Ozzy resting on the turnbuckle watching, as Hellen does so but on the ground outside of the ring).

Ozzy: We’re here every day for months, and the only ring time we get is days like this, like.. (he throws his hands up).... the fuck do they got planned for us if we never get a chance to actually wrestle. Bullshit…

(Hellen nods, obviously listening as she backs off the outside apron). Hellen: No I understand Ozzy. Honestly we’ve been having talks about this for the past few weeks the coaches and I- cooping you guys in here’s doing nothing, and the company not planning anything makes it feel like wasted time.

Noah: Like… We’re not talking about a whole arena, even if it’s just a house show, we just want a chance to wrestle where it actually helps us move towards what we wanna do.

(Hellen can only nod in response). Hellen: Trust me guys….. We know….

(Voice Over) John Paylon: A single strike, is all it can take to end a match….

(The Camera cuts to OWT’s lead boxing and striking coach, the great John Paylon, standing in front of a group of Nelson, Taj, Kat, Bianca, Yasmeen, Hayley, and JC). Paylon: Pro Wrestling is a sport where people are more used to the ordain ‘Surprise Finishes’. The roll ups, the leg sweeps, the- Finnegan Wakefield style out of nowhere pins… Everyone forgets about the simple “Strike”. (He looks around). What’s a strike?.... Anyone? (Nelson raises his hand)

Nelson: A… punch? Paylon: mhm, a punch. Anyone else? Bianca? Bianca: A kick? Paylon: yes, exactly. It doesn’t matter what you truly preference…. A punch, a kick, an elbow, a flying spinning back handle heel kick. If you catch someone on the temple, they’ll be rocked, if you kick them in the chin, they’re gonna get knocked down. It doesn’t matter how small they are, if they get punched, no matter the chin, they’ll feel it. You could be as tall as Aengus, but if you get punched by say…. Kat, you’re gonna feel someone sockin’ you in the jaw… You feel me? Good. Let’s get this started: Hayley, JC, start you guys off…

(A montage of the day’s events line the screen: Gage of the Braddock brothers leaping and hitting a Hurricana on Thorsen of the Valhalla Death Squad, followed by a shot of the 270 pounder whipping and sending Aengus O’leary into the corner with a vicious splash. Yasmeen performing a ‘Flapjack’ Maneuver on Nelson, who in turn executes a spear on Taj in a following clip, and it ends with Sydney St. Clair throwing a nasty heel kick at Ashlyn Moon, only for her to duck and drop Sydney with a front kick right to the chest. The montage fades out as she helps her friend up). (Voice Over) Hellen: Absolutely fantastic…

(A shot of the coaches lockerroom shows Coach Hellen Smith packing up her gear inside of her duffle bag, across the room from her is the pro wrestling coach, Amelia Baer). Hellen: Only 3 months with these kids and I KNOW they’re gonna be fantastic.. (She packs her bag gloves inside of the bag before zippering it closed) …. It’s obviously a slow progression but I know the second they get in the ring, they’re gonna be fantastic.

(A shot of Amelia packing up some of her gear, she glances over an old red sweatshirt titled ‘TEAM BAER’ on the back, before messily folding and packing it in her backpack). Amelia: Just shitty Vernon won’t give these kids a chance, I mean, what the fuck? Four Months and not a single house show? (she puts her pack on, shaking her head). Nah I think they’re just too busy with the main roster to invest more resources down here-

(A knock at the door to the locker room catches their attention).

Hellen: Come in?

(The door cracks open, and Ruby Auriel leans in). Ruby: Hey Hel, Amelia…. Sorry to bother you guys I just need to, well I wanted to ask something. (A short glance is seen exchanged between both coaches). Hellen: Of course Rube, come in, what’s up? (Ruby steps in, closing the door behind her, looking a bit reserved as she enters). Ruby: well…. It’s not just me, some of the others were talking and I stepped up to ask. Is there any word on when we’ll get, well, matches?

(An almost unanimous sigh/exhale comes from both coaches). Amelia: We’re…. Well we’re working hard on trying to get OWA to give you guys your shot. Don’t worry, Coach Bishop’s always on the phone with Vernon Tressler day in trying to see if he can get him to agree..

Ruby: I know…. It’s just we were told that last month…. And the month before-

Hellen: Gotta understand OWA is still a new company, they’re still even nervous about putting resources into its main brands. You guys want the truth some of the talk between Michael and Vernon has been…. Well…

Amelia: Not the kind of stuff they’d show in the family friendly programming of [COMPANY NAME EXPUNGED]- All we can really say is, hang in there. I promise you as soon as we’re able to get a date and venue from Vernon, you guys will be the first to know. (The Camera cuts to both coaches walking down the halls of the upstairs halls of the performance center. Hellen snickers). Hellen: Not Pg rated (she says, her sentence ending in chuckles). Amelia: Well yeah, no shit. Have you heard those two…. Something tells me the shareholders don’t like the OWT prospects being near the guy that trash Scott Oasis’ gym. Neither do many of the main roster members.

(It’s then the camera turns as the door ahead of them opens, Michael Bishop stepping out, crossing his arms). Amelia: well?....

Bishop: (smirking) we’ve got a “yes”….

(Voice Over) Thorsen: GET ME A RIB STACK!!

(The Camera shows the inside of a beater with a heater 2007 Fort Pick up, sitting in the drive through of a Portillos. The Two Valhalla Deathsquad members and Erufuji, Gunnar and Thorsen sit in the backseat and passenger seat respectively, as Aengus O’leary sits face buried in the driver seat). Gunnar: And make sure my burger’s got everything- NO!! Skimping!!...

Aengus O’leary: I will yah big built bastards…. Eru, want anything? Erufuji: Uh…. just get me a fry and a chicken salad..

Aengus: “A Chicken Salad”.... Hah! Hah! Someone in this car ordering a meal under six thousand calories, by george!!

(As a portillos works walks down the packed drive thru, Aengus lowers his window). Portillos Worker: Welcome to Portillos, can I get you anything? Aengus: I’ll hava’ burger, everything on it, medium fry with a coke, big fella over here will take a- Thorsen: 3 Stacks of ribs doused in steak sauce, and I mean (he leans over Aengus towards the worker) DOUSED!!

Gunnar: AND I SHALL TAKE SIX OF WHAT THE SCRAWNY IRISH MAN IS HAVING!!! SIX!!!

(The Portillos worker, unsurprised, writes the orders down). Portillos Worker: will that be all? (Aengus defeatedly sits back in his chair). Aengus: And a chicken salad for my friend…..

(Voice Over) Bethany Sharpe: Viv’ where are my boots? (Voice Over) Vivina Wolfe: your what?

Wolfe-Sharp-Namir Dorm (Camera cuts to a shot of the kitchen of the medium sized apartment, Vivina’s trying to look for something in the cabinets as Bethany walks in).

Bethany: My Boots. The ones I trusted you to put in my bag. (Vivina looks confused as she walks over to the fridge). Vivina: Tsk… I’m not your mother

(Bethany leans back insultedly)

Bethany: Uh, excuse me, Miss Wolfe, but when I needed to talk to Hellen I asked you “Please put my 750 dollah’ green custom boots by Novacaine Boots In my bag”

Vivina: I have NO idea what you’re talking abou- Bethany: And what I heard in response was, “Why yes Bethany, I will”, from an english girl who OBVIOUSLY doesn’t respect other people’s property!

(Vivina turns around, twice as insulted as Bethany looked prior). Vivina: I am an EXEMPLARY member of the roster!!

Bethany: Are you? Vivina: I care for everyone!! Dogs! Cats! Children! Aengus when he’s hungover and locked himself out of his car!!

Bethany: I guess expensive ring gear isn’t part of that dossier’?

Vivina: MAYBE- you should check your bags before you want to hop in the car to run off to Starbucks! Bethany: It’s called a well earned latte, and I shouldn’t have to check for what I THOUGHT was handled. But I guess I THOUGHT too much of a THOT!!

Vivina: EXCUSE ME?!

(Arguing can be heard as the camera pans over to an annoyed Yasmeen Namir, sitting on the couch watching the television, simply shaking her head). Yasmeen: (sighs) …. Like a soap opera…

(Camera focuses on the TV)

[TV] Aria Jaxon: A focused Aria Jaxon is the absolute WORST person to have to contend with, and I’m gonna be y’alls problem now, week in and week out.

(Voice over) Yasmeen: I mean they argue, and it gets a bit annoying…

(Yasmeen looks over as one of the arguing grows louder).

Yasmeen: A bit annoying….

(Background) Bethany: -THAT NIGHT AT THE CLUB WAS YOUR IDEA!!!

(Background) Vivina: And I’m supposed to mother you while you go and flirt with Luchadors?!-

Yasmeen: Just a bit…. I mean they get along… 90-ish percent of the time….

(Background) Vivina: We’re BANNED from ALL. HOT. TOPICS, BECAUSE OF YOU!!!! (Background) Bethany: TWO!! It takes TWO PEOPLE, in the store, at the SAME TIME, to get both banned!! That was a TEAM EFFORT Viv!!

Yasmeen: (Rubs her forehead and sighs) Let’s go see what they’re fussing about….

(Camera follows Yasmeen as she walks around the couch, over to the living room table where a large emerald green and black bag listed ‘B. SHARPE’ is. She opens the bag, and lifts up a towel…. To reveal the boots were under there the whole time).

Yasmeen: Beth… They’re in here

(Bethany Sharpe zips over at light speed). Bethany: Oh…

(Vivina pops out of the kitchen) Vivina: I TOLD YOU!!! APOLOGIZE!!! PAY. YOUR. REPARATIONS!!! Bethany: Wait a second…. (gazes over at Yasmeen) Why were YOU in my bag!!

Vivina: She probably did it to split us up!! Bethany: Cause Chaos!! Vivina: the Witch Bethany: The Devil!!

(Overdramatic accusations continue to fly as Yasmeen simply rolls her eyes, as the camera returns to the Performance Center, scanning over the weight room). (Voice Over) Ozzy: H-SHA!!!

(Camera cuts to see one of the hanging bags swinging high after a kick from Ozzy Kellett. Leaning on the side of the bag rack is Ashlyn Moon, and sitting and waiting on the opposing ring apron is Sydney. All three, in their street clothes looking ready to leave, appear to be waiting for someone…).

Ozzy: YAH!!!

(Ozzy knees the bag) Ozzy: R-SHAH!!!

(Ozzy Chops the Bag) Ozzy: HAH!!! YAH!!! SH-

(Ozzy combos with an elbow strike, then a spinning backfist, before getting ahead of himself and headbutting the bag, causing the other two to burst into laughter). Ozzy: (rubbing his head) … Bollocks…

Ashlyn: I keep tellin’ you. You’re doing as much damage to the opponent.

(Ozzy shakes his head as he backs off from the bag)

Ozzy: Well I don’t think Mr. Bag over here is too troubled, are you Mr. 100lb? Ashlyn: Well Mr. Ozzy should stop Headbutting One Hundred Pound bags of sand

(Ashlyn lightly shoves Ozzy as the camera focuses in on Sydney).

Sydney: Yah keep mockin’ Hellen, you’re gonna hurt her feelin’s

Ozzy: Pffft…. (waves Sydney off) please… Not my fault she grunts every time she does those damn kicks…. Also she’s a scary fuckin’ amazonian lookin’ kickboxer, I don’t think she HAS feelin’s

Ashlyn: Now THAT’S just mean..

Ozzy: I don’t think YOU have feelin’s

Ashlyn: Oh yeah says Mr. “I got reprimanded by Coach Bishop 15 Times” TROUBLED Youth…

Ozzy: Not my fault. Shoulda told me not to ACTUALLY kick his knee out….

Sydney: Or that time you ACTUALLY uppercutted Coach Paylon Ozzy: Okay look... (he puts his hand up cautiously) He’s got a golden glove career, his chin’ll be fine…

Ashlyn: Or that time you almost Superplexed Ricci off th-

Ozzy: Wasn’t MY FAULT she has a weak center of gravity!!

(Background) Hellen: Might want to stay out of trouble for the next few months Ozz’

(Camera pans over to Hellen who approaches the trio. Sydney hops off the ring Apron). Sydney: Hey Hel’..

Hellen: Hello Sydney Dear..

Ashlyn: So… killin’ daytime, what’s up? Hellen: Tressler has finally given the Performance Center, and more accurately, OWT, a shot.

Sydney: A shot? Hellen: to Quote...Coach 15 Reprimands:- (She glares at Ozzy who simply rolls his eyes). Hellen: “If the OWT Roster does exceptionally well in the August Combine, OWA corporate will set up a date for a one off show, to then showcase and see if the roster is ready for live events on a periodic basis”. Ashlyn: No Way… Hell Yes!!

Ozzy: I’m thrill Hell’, but why’re we here? Hellen: We coaches can only do so much. You’re all adults, you’re all aspiring learners. We needed the three we’ve seen stand out as leaders to get things rolling.

Sydney: ...Leaders? Ashlyn: You trust OZZY to lead anyone? Ozzy: (Offended glare) HEY!!!

Hellen: Ozzy’s got an untapped work ethic and potential that makes us believe one day he’ll be a world champion for a more than extended run…

Ozzy: Thank you!!…. Some peop-

Hellen: I trust you two to be good enough handlers to make sure he doesn’t set anymore rings

Ozzy: EXCUSE ME?!

Hellen: -Again...

Ozzy: That was a FLUK-

Sydney: You can count on us Hellen… We won’t let you down.

Ashlyn: Not a single person I expect to not shape up if it means actually getting a match.

(Voice Over) Bishop: Well if he’s not there could you relay the message-

(Camera pans to an office on the third floor of the Performance Center. Two windows to the right of a chair and desk, which face the opposite wall where a flatscreen is mounted, with bookshelves lining all bottom corners and floor edges except for the hallway facing wall, which is frosted glass). On Phone: Juliana Demarco

(Voice Over) Bishop: I know he’s fuckin’ guilty, I saw it LIVE- Jules if he doesn’t stop… How the fuck do you think I ended up like this…

(Camera settles on the front edge of the desk, Bishop leaning back in his chair, cell phone in hand).

Bishop: Look…. Just…. What do you mean he bursted out…. No I didn’t see it, I watched Boiling Point though-...... Why would I watch the Show?!- Look…. Tell Scott it’s not his damn fault. Get it through his head. Text, Call, Email, fucking carrier pigeo…. What do you MEAN your word won’t do shi- YOU'RE HIS WIFE!!

(Camera pans to the Office’s TV, which displays replays from the Marquee event in Hawaii. One of which shows Savannah Sunshine successfully climbing the ladder at the end of her match, before panning back to Bishop). Bishop:Just… Tell him not to fall down that pit. Anger doesn’t win matches or titles…. I learned that personally…… I will, thank you Jules…. Have a nice weekend…

(Bishop ends the call and drops his phone on his desk, leaning further back into his chair and running his hands down his face with a sigh. Camera cuts to the TV, showing the opening to the Bloodline Tag Title Match). (Voice Over) Bishop: These kids are strong. They’ll be fine- ‘s why whenever they get banged up here, send em to the trainers room and they’re fine. Nah it’s what’ll come after…

(A replay of Carlos Rosso raising his gauntlets high in the air with victory plays, before cutting back to Bishop). Bishop: I can’t protect these damn kids forever…. Hell can’t protect them even if I was with em… I’m fuckin thrilled that Vernon’s finally cracked and they’ll get a shot. They will, I know they’ll pull through, it’s just… what comes after that scares me…. Main Roster isn’t built on professionality, respect…. No matter the odds, the cost, or the problems around them… People will put their interests first, even if it means going to the extreme… I’ve seen that first hand. (Bishop shrugs, pulling out his keyboard and opening up his computer). Bishop: Nah…. All I can do- All we can do is “prepare them the best we can”…  (Shakes his head and gazes back to the TV) … Still doesn’t help that you feel fuckin helpess… can’t do a damn thing….

(Camera pans up to see Carlos Rosso pinned for the three count, as Bishop gazes on with a bitter look. The Camera then cuts to a classic red 1990 Cadillac facing hood first towards the Delaware River. Night has fallen as the lights of Philadelphia show in the very near background, as the camera closes slowly in on the two owners of the car: Gavin and Gage Braddock). (Voice Over) Gavin: All within reach…

(Camera cuts to a top of the car angle, watching the two brothers relax on the hood). (Voice Over) Gage: So close… yah kno’

(Camera cuts to a side view, with Gage in the foreground right of the vehicle hood, and Gavin on the left side, both sitting back relaxed). Gage: Jus’ over that 500ft bank of pollution. New Jersey… to the north, New York….Madison Square Garden, T Mobile Arena, Staples Center…. We’re right on the verge of glory.

Gavin: Heh… Hell yeah. Drown out all of ‘em who doubt us. In a few years? OWT will run the show… an’ The Braddock Brothahs’ will be at the head. Gage: Dam’ straight…. (slowly sits up)  I’m damn hungry, wanna grab a bite?

(Camera cuts to one final shot of the Philadelphia skyline, just to the right of the car, Gage and Gavin spottable in the right of the camera shot getting off the hood). Gavin: Hell yeah, less’ get a feast of champions…

(The Camera centers on a still of Gage of the Boston Air Raid Squad, as Jochen Flach - Before I Awake "Day Of Hope" plays the episode out).