Post by harvey on Mar 8, 2021 22:10:11 GMT -5
One: Building an emerald city
Seattle, 12 years ago
There are only eighteen people in the room at senior center on a Wednesday afternoon.
The young man on stage doesn't care.
A standing ovation is still a standing ovation.
Harvey Marx is here three days a week, he's recording his shows and posting them to a YouTube channel. He's hoping someone out there will notice and appreciate his work. He's grateful that the people in front of him already have. Especially Walter and his 9 year old grandson. Harvey steps off the stage to meet the boy. Frank gives Harvey a balloon animal
Frank: Mister Harvey!!! Look what I made for you!
Harvey takes the balloon in one hand and scoops up Frank without effort in his right arm.
H: Thanks, buddy. How's school going?
F: Good, but it's boring.
*Harvey looks at Frank's mother and Walter for confirmation. They nod.*
H: Keep it up and I'll teach you card trick next week.
F: Cool!
*Frank and Harvey have kept going with similar deals for months whenever he visits Walter. Frank and his family are always the last to leave. The other residents are happy to give the boy his moment alone to learn the magician's secrets. Today is different. Today a man stands in the back of the room flanked by two men who would be thought of as huge if Marx wasn't in the room.
Walter has noticed the new visitors. The former detective's mind isn't always sharp, but his instincts kick in.*
Walter: Charlotte, take Frankie home
Charlotte: Do you know those guys?
W: No, but I know the type. I don't want him around…whatever this is.
C: Frank, say goodbye to papa and Mr. Harvey. It's time go home…we'll stop for ice cream on the way
*Frank reluctantly leaves with Charlotte. With them gone, the man n black approaches Harvey.*
Man in black: Fantastic show, Mr. Marx! I was just here visiting my mother and thought I’d see what all the clapping was about.
*Like most things Sheldon Osbourne ever says, this is only half true. He has just visited his mother upstairs, but he's not in this room on a whim. The wife of one of his many associates is a social worker here. Stories about a hard working tower of a man with quick wit and faster hands entertaining the residents intrigued him. Osbourne is here to size up Marx in person. The stories he had heard were true. Young Harvey was undeniably driven and talented. He was also raw and and a little naïve. It might take time for Harvery to prove useful. Osborne was all about the long game. If nothing else, Harvey would make a great enforcer down the line*
Oz: Sheldon Osbourne is the name. I’ve heard good things about you, and I like what I see. I’m throwing birthday party next week. Are you available?
*Harvey is very available. He performs for the residents in exchange for a room in the basement of this building. His few paying gigs cover little more than the cost of a bus ride to his next one. Harvey's father is a tailor who taught his son the trade before he skipped town last year. Yes, Marx has always made his own tuxedos.
Very few people know about Marx's living situation. Osbourne is one of them. He's done his homework and knows Marx will book any show he is offering. Walter sees the smile on Harvey's face, but it's hard to smile back. With men like Osbourne, there's always a ccatch.
Harvey's next gig was not a birthday party. It was a chance to be the opening act at a comedy club. Harvey was paid well and got another standing ovation.
This time there were more than eighteen people. Harvey Marx could handle a real crowd, and the gears in Osbourne's mind started turning.
Harvey was too thrilled to notice he'd been lied to again.
Ten years ago
Most of the acts at the club are still standup comics, but the young illusionist has become the biggest draw. Harvey is in his dressing room after tonight's show. He's excited to see his special guests. Charlotte walks into the room alone.
H: It's great to see you, Charlotte. I’m sorry I haven't been to the community in a while. I’ve been so busy. I’m glad you brought Frank and Walter tonight…..why aren't they with you?
C: I wanted to talk to you alone. Dad's gotten a lot worse. He needs to be in a memory center. He doesn't have anyone else, and I can't afford to take care of Frank and move dad somewhere safe. I didn't know who else to even talk to, I don't know what to do.
H: Take care of Frank. Get me some information about it and I’ll make sure Walter is taken care of.
C: Thanks so much Harvey!
*Marx pays for Walter's care for a year before he starts to feel strain. Not many people can afford those costs . A stage magician in a Seattle suburb has no chance. Harvey Marx makes a call and explains the situation.
Osbourne: Mr Marx! Long time no talk. Don't worry about your friend. I'll take care of it, but I’ll need something from you. I need to make a big splash in Atlantic City. You're my new headliner.
*Oz would have liked another stop and couple of years before putting Harvey on the big stage. It was something in the big man's voice during the call that made Oz move ahead early. It was self doubt . That was something Osbourne could use.
Atlantic city
Eight years ago
Harvey's stage (and budget) are finally as big as his talent. The Big Ticket has been at the Elysium hotel and casino for nearly two years .
He's been profiled in major magazines, rumored to have dated notorious socialites and he was impressive on a late night talk show appearance last year. Anyone would be impressed . Anyone but Osbourne
Oz: You can do better. You're only as good as your best trick, and I don't think we’ve seen your best. What's holding you back?
*there is nothing holding Marx back but Osborne's criticism and mind games, but Harvey can't see through the smoke. He gives an honest answer *
H: I don't know. I’ve had a few big ideas in mind for years , but they're not possible in most venues. I wish I could take people to the world I envision.
O: You can…if you build it. I own the lot next to the hotel as well. I’d be willing to sell it to you. Think of what you could do with your own performance space!
H: Can I afford that?
*Oz passes Harvey a piece of paper*
O: Here's my offer. Call it a loan to a friend.
H: Whoa! That’s…..a lot. But I still owe you for what you did for Frank's family.
O: No, no! That was a gift. Do I look like the kind of man to put a price on a sick man's quality of life and carry it around in a little black book?
*Oz's ledger is red, but the rest is spot on. Marx hesitates, but he signs the contract.*
Hiroshima
February 2021
*Backstage at Liberty or Death, The Big Ticket has just become the APW Strong Style Champion.
No one is celebrating.
Leonora is still wearing the vest and slacks from the tarot act. Wardrobe was the only thing that went right out there. The shock of seeing Harvey lose it in front of an audience and her embarrassment at having to roll with it were almost too much. That was nothing compared to how she feels after he tells her the story we have just read.
Leo: Why didn't you tell me we were in trouble? There are things I could have done to help. If it was about money, why join a wrestling promotion?
H: My coming to APW was part of the deal. Last year he started running other things out of the hotel, and wanted me out of the way. He's using our space for other events and moving money through it…..I just got in too deep and froze up.
L: I still could have helped. You know MTV has been pitching me reality shows, and I could have done another tour of the talk show circuit. Not to mention the interview Playboy wants.
H: I didn't want you to do reality. You wanted to be a serious actor.
L: Things change. I haven't been that kind of actor since you hired me four years back. I love what we do, and I would have been willing to do something to pull us out of this. Does Frank know?
H: No. And he won't, for now. I’ll come clean when I get back, if the plan works.
L: Spit it out, Marx. The secrets end here.
H: I have to do something….a little drastic at the show in Chiba. I’ll catch a flight stateside that night and be back for Yokohama.
*Leo's mind starts connecting dots*
L: Boris left right after the act tonight…and said he’d be back for Yokohama. Harvey, where is Boris?
H: Be honest. Have you ever NOT regretted asking that question?
L: I see your point. Just be careful .
Two: Off to see the wizard
The two days that have passed since the Monday night Metal show in Chiba are a blur. Harvey Marx is tired after a brutal match and the long flight back to the States, but he can't afford to admit that to himself. Weakness is not a good thing where he's going. His destination is just around the corner now and he stops for a moment just before crossing the street.
“Showtime?” he says to himself. It is a question as always. Only now Leo isn't here to answer. Flying from Japan and back in time for the next show wasn't safe for her, and she hated risking damage to her wheelchair in transit. This wasn't her problem anyway. This wasn't anyone's mess but his. “Always” he says, finishing the ritual by himself.
He walks into an upscale restaurant, and the room goes silent when he's noticed. A man his size can't enter a room without attracting attention. And that's true even when he is not carrying an ornate chest in his arms and dressed in a suit that looks like it just lost a back alley brawl with a bedazzler. In a room full of black ties and classy dresses, Marx doesn't just stand out. He looks completely insane. Just as he planned. The hostess at the podium needs a few seconds to remember her job.
Woman: Do…do you have a reservation, sir?
H: No. Harvey Marx to see Mr. Osborne.
Woman: Um…I’m sorry, Mr. Osborne isn't here.
*Harvey tilts his head and looks at her over the sunglasses he's wearing. She winces at the sight of the bruises just beginning to fade before his eyes are covered again. Harvey doesn't buy her story.
H: He's always here. I'll wait.
*The hostess reluctantly offers Marx a seat in the waiting area. Instead he walks into the middle of the dining room behind her. The diners gasp and exchange anxious whispers when Harvey puts the trunk on the floor and sits on it. He can see most of the place from here, careful not to have his back to any door.*
H: Thanks, but I think I’m good right here. Please tell Mr. Osborne I've arrived.
*The woman hurries away uncomfortable. The nervous chatter in the room gets louder*
What the hell is going on?
It's not Halloween! I swear Louise. This neighborhood is…
Is he a superhero, mommy?
No, honey, don't look at him!
I think she went to call the cops
Hey, I’ve seen that guy on Netflix.
*
An old British man with a walker approaches Harvey*
Old man: Excuse me, young man. I simply must have the name of your tailor. Smashing!!
*Three men emerge from a hallway on the far side of the building. They're dressed the same as the wait staff, but they're not here to tell anyone about the chef's special. The hostess points to Harvey and the goons are headed straight for him. Getting in was easy. He needs a to get out in one piece. He stands up and puts a hand gently on the old man's shoulder. When he speaks, it is with his booming stage voice, and the goons stop.
H: Smashing indeed! Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Harvey Marx, and I’m here to bring you s special evening of magic in honor of this fine establishment serving it's 10,000th customer! Since this gentleman obviously has great taste, he'll be assisting me tonight I'll need a moment to prepare. For now, please enjoy your meals, which will be free as part of the celebration!
*The room cheers and the goons quickly usher the heroic illusionist into an office. Osborne sits at the desk. He's furious after Marx's embarrassing and costly stunt. Harvey can't help but smile*
Osborne: What the hell did you just do?!
H: Just making an over the top entrance. It's my thing.
O: I told you to meet me tomorrow night at the pier.
H: Meet you on a dock….at night alone. I've seen that movie before, Oz. I was stupid enough to take money from you and your associates. That was Eight years ago. I’m not the same person. You're going to have to work harder than that if you want to kill me.
O: Kill you!? You're talking just as crazy as you look, Marx. I’m just a businessman.
*The sick smile on Osbourne's face was saying something else: “It was worth a try”*
Don't be so dramatic. I'd never get my money if anything happens to you. Say, How's that assistant of yours? What's her name, Leo?
*Oz knew everything and forgot nothing about every business he was invested in, legitimate or otherwise. He let the clear threat hang in the air and studied Marx. To his credit, Harvey doesn't take the bait. He just stands there holding Osbourne's gaze. No one moves or says anything for about a minute. Oz decides Harvey is right about being a different person. The out of shape kid he remembered was a brick wall of a man now. Manipulating Marx into joining APW had its advantages in the last few months. Taking bets on APWs matches was a lucrative side hustle. Having Harvey's crew on the road meant less attention from local media. Fewer questions about what was happening at Elysium had given some of his associates a chance to slither back into the shadows. It had its advantages, but Oz realizes in this moment that the whole plan has had unintended consequences.
Oz has always been the man behind the curtain. Offering the desperate and vulnerable a chance to realize their dreams, putting a high price on what should be priceless. He knew what to look for. He had seen it in Harvey over a decade ago. A generous and talented man whose ambitions and obligations were bigger than his bank account was the perfect mark. Oz thought it was strange that such a big man had no sense of his own power. There was power in the eyes he was staring into now A sense of purpose found in the ring. Osbourne knew he could no longer hold Harvey's dreams over his head. Harvey was living those dreams now. With Harvey's company, Oz had wanted a place to clean his money and now he cursed himself for not stopping there. In forcing Marx into the ring, Osbourne helped to create his own nightmare. Marx was a champion whose star had never been brighter. Harvey had gone from a malleable cash cow to liability. Oz finally breaks the tense silence.
You've surprised me, Marx. And tonight you got one over on me in my own place. Doesn't happen often. What brought this out of you?
H: A couple weeks back. Some jackass blindsided me with lumber. Did you put him up to it?
O: I'm good, but I can't take credit for that one. Daniel Christopher is his own special kind of whack job. Now, do you have what I want?
*The trunk has been at Harvey's feet since the standoff a moment ago. He puts it down on Osbourne's desk much harder than he needed to. He opens it to reveal the APW hardcore belt. Oz reaches for it only to have his hand swatted away. One of the goons steps forward. Oz waves him off*
H: Not so fast. It isn't mine to give. This is Chase Blackley's title
O: Why steal it?
H: Call it a demonstration…of how far I’ll go to get you out of my life. I have other reasons that don't concern you.
Legbreaker: You want us to take it boss?
H: You didn't bring enough guys for that.
*Osborne decides Harvey's right, but keeps that to himself*
O: As entertaining as that sounds, there's no need for that. This is a fake. You don't trust me enough to bring the real title here?
H: Never
O: ….You tried to screw over the great and powerful Oz? ….I’m proud of you.
H: Fuck you, Oz. I've already paid you more than twice what I owe and looked the other way at the hotel for years. We're done.
O: I'll consider this belt as your final payment. I know you stole the real one. Can't make a fake this good if you didn't have it. This thing almost had me fooled. Who made it? I could use this kind of skill.
H: I didn't ask. Boris said he knew a guy.
O: Your pyro expert knows a master counterfeiter?
H: You know Boris. Honestly, are you really that shocked?
O: I see your point.
H: Why did you want it anyway?
O: I needed a birthday present for my mother. Where's the original?
*Harvey laughs, ignoring the question. He turns to the door*
H: Who is the old man in the walker?
O: Your “assistant”…..
*Osborne's sick grin returns* …is my lead accountant.
H: of course he is.
*Instead of opening the old door Marx boots it open. The doorframe splinters where he kicked it, and the diners stare in disbelief* Harvey throws his arms out wide.*
H: LET'S MAKE SOME MAGIC!!!
*The room starts cheering wildly. The people have forgotten where they are. Marx has done it again*
We cut to a scene in a nightclub. Everything is heavy bass and laser light, the mass of humanity hums with energy. There is a man crowd surfing in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts dotted by APW logos, and the people are chanting:
BORIS, BORIS, BORIS
In one hand he's holding a beer.
The APW Hardcore Championship is in the other.
The chants continue after the camera fades to black.
Part three: No place like home
Yokohama, present day
*
The Big Ticket stands in the ring. He is wearing the same pink tux as he did for the “show” in the restaurant. Harvey is feeling this tuxedo's energy. He decided to break his rule about never performing in the same clothes twice*
Harvey: It's great to be back in an APW ring. These last few days have been great for me. I’ve been taking care of unfinished business. It's been a whirlwind! It's felt like a dream. All that's missing is a cute little dog. I’m just where I want to be.
*The Metal Heads have no idea what Harvey is talking about, but his charisma is infectious. The crowd cheers*
H: Speaking of unfinished business, the powers that be seem to feel I haven't finished beating the hell out of Hale Cassidy. Last week at the hardcore extreme-a-ganza…I wanted to that just one time….it seemed like you were off your game. I can certainly relate. I had a lot to deal with offstage in my time at APW. You'll all read about it in my memoir someday. It's enough to say my past caught up to me and some very dangerous people were very displeased with me. My livelihood and even my life were threatened many times. But the show must go on. Through all of it, The Big Ticket still put on his finest hand made shoes and became Strong Style Champion!
This past weekend was tough There were threats, there were curses, there was a double cross….and lovely dinner party. I needed luck, a little help from my crew, and every trick I know, but I am finally free.
That's great news for you, our loyal Alpha Army…and very very bad for Hale Cassidy.
….See you soon, Kaybe.
Now to address the elephant in the ring. No, I’m not about to make an elephant appear, but that's definitely on my bucket list. No. I want to talk about the Hardcore Championship belt. I stole it. In quite spectacular fashion, I might add. I've heard a lot from the locker room about what people think of my selfish and shallow act. I’m here to tell you that I didn't take the belt for myself….
*Marx already has the Strong Style title, after all.*
…..I did it for the thousands in attendance and the millions watching around the world. I took that belt to do what I promised when I first got here. I took the belt to elevate Alpha Pro Wrestling. You see, I’ve been on one stage or another for almost 20 years. The truth is there are only five moments I remember. I’m talking about those moments when everything is perfect. Last week was one of those moments. When I was standing on a pool deck with Chase Blackley, swinging a deck chair like madman. That wasn't just entertainment. That wasn't just wrestling. My friends…THAT….WAS… MAGIC! I decided then and there, no matter what I had to do, that I would capture that feeling again.
But I can’t do it alone. Chase, I’m asking for your help…..I'll be bringing my belt and yours to APWs final PPV event. I met you in my first APW match and I can't think of a better opponent for my last. One final match. Winner takes both. Untimely it's up to the management. I don't have the power to make it happen….
*Harvey gestures to the audience*
….but you do.
*The area just might come apart from the roar of the crowd, and Marx would like nothing better. Harvey stands in the middle of the ring smiling*
Seattle, 12 years ago
There are only eighteen people in the room at senior center on a Wednesday afternoon.
The young man on stage doesn't care.
A standing ovation is still a standing ovation.
Harvey Marx is here three days a week, he's recording his shows and posting them to a YouTube channel. He's hoping someone out there will notice and appreciate his work. He's grateful that the people in front of him already have. Especially Walter and his 9 year old grandson. Harvey steps off the stage to meet the boy. Frank gives Harvey a balloon animal
Frank: Mister Harvey!!! Look what I made for you!
Harvey takes the balloon in one hand and scoops up Frank without effort in his right arm.
H: Thanks, buddy. How's school going?
F: Good, but it's boring.
*Harvey looks at Frank's mother and Walter for confirmation. They nod.*
H: Keep it up and I'll teach you card trick next week.
F: Cool!
*Frank and Harvey have kept going with similar deals for months whenever he visits Walter. Frank and his family are always the last to leave. The other residents are happy to give the boy his moment alone to learn the magician's secrets. Today is different. Today a man stands in the back of the room flanked by two men who would be thought of as huge if Marx wasn't in the room.
Walter has noticed the new visitors. The former detective's mind isn't always sharp, but his instincts kick in.*
Walter: Charlotte, take Frankie home
Charlotte: Do you know those guys?
W: No, but I know the type. I don't want him around…whatever this is.
C: Frank, say goodbye to papa and Mr. Harvey. It's time go home…we'll stop for ice cream on the way
*Frank reluctantly leaves with Charlotte. With them gone, the man n black approaches Harvey.*
Man in black: Fantastic show, Mr. Marx! I was just here visiting my mother and thought I’d see what all the clapping was about.
*Like most things Sheldon Osbourne ever says, this is only half true. He has just visited his mother upstairs, but he's not in this room on a whim. The wife of one of his many associates is a social worker here. Stories about a hard working tower of a man with quick wit and faster hands entertaining the residents intrigued him. Osbourne is here to size up Marx in person. The stories he had heard were true. Young Harvey was undeniably driven and talented. He was also raw and and a little naïve. It might take time for Harvery to prove useful. Osborne was all about the long game. If nothing else, Harvey would make a great enforcer down the line*
Oz: Sheldon Osbourne is the name. I’ve heard good things about you, and I like what I see. I’m throwing birthday party next week. Are you available?
*Harvey is very available. He performs for the residents in exchange for a room in the basement of this building. His few paying gigs cover little more than the cost of a bus ride to his next one. Harvey's father is a tailor who taught his son the trade before he skipped town last year. Yes, Marx has always made his own tuxedos.
Very few people know about Marx's living situation. Osbourne is one of them. He's done his homework and knows Marx will book any show he is offering. Walter sees the smile on Harvey's face, but it's hard to smile back. With men like Osbourne, there's always a ccatch.
Harvey's next gig was not a birthday party. It was a chance to be the opening act at a comedy club. Harvey was paid well and got another standing ovation.
This time there were more than eighteen people. Harvey Marx could handle a real crowd, and the gears in Osbourne's mind started turning.
Harvey was too thrilled to notice he'd been lied to again.
Ten years ago
Most of the acts at the club are still standup comics, but the young illusionist has become the biggest draw. Harvey is in his dressing room after tonight's show. He's excited to see his special guests. Charlotte walks into the room alone.
H: It's great to see you, Charlotte. I’m sorry I haven't been to the community in a while. I’ve been so busy. I’m glad you brought Frank and Walter tonight…..why aren't they with you?
C: I wanted to talk to you alone. Dad's gotten a lot worse. He needs to be in a memory center. He doesn't have anyone else, and I can't afford to take care of Frank and move dad somewhere safe. I didn't know who else to even talk to, I don't know what to do.
H: Take care of Frank. Get me some information about it and I’ll make sure Walter is taken care of.
C: Thanks so much Harvey!
*Marx pays for Walter's care for a year before he starts to feel strain. Not many people can afford those costs . A stage magician in a Seattle suburb has no chance. Harvey Marx makes a call and explains the situation.
Osbourne: Mr Marx! Long time no talk. Don't worry about your friend. I'll take care of it, but I’ll need something from you. I need to make a big splash in Atlantic City. You're my new headliner.
*Oz would have liked another stop and couple of years before putting Harvey on the big stage. It was something in the big man's voice during the call that made Oz move ahead early. It was self doubt . That was something Osbourne could use.
Atlantic city
Eight years ago
Harvey's stage (and budget) are finally as big as his talent. The Big Ticket has been at the Elysium hotel and casino for nearly two years .
He's been profiled in major magazines, rumored to have dated notorious socialites and he was impressive on a late night talk show appearance last year. Anyone would be impressed . Anyone but Osbourne
Oz: You can do better. You're only as good as your best trick, and I don't think we’ve seen your best. What's holding you back?
*there is nothing holding Marx back but Osborne's criticism and mind games, but Harvey can't see through the smoke. He gives an honest answer *
H: I don't know. I’ve had a few big ideas in mind for years , but they're not possible in most venues. I wish I could take people to the world I envision.
O: You can…if you build it. I own the lot next to the hotel as well. I’d be willing to sell it to you. Think of what you could do with your own performance space!
H: Can I afford that?
*Oz passes Harvey a piece of paper*
O: Here's my offer. Call it a loan to a friend.
H: Whoa! That’s…..a lot. But I still owe you for what you did for Frank's family.
O: No, no! That was a gift. Do I look like the kind of man to put a price on a sick man's quality of life and carry it around in a little black book?
*Oz's ledger is red, but the rest is spot on. Marx hesitates, but he signs the contract.*
Hiroshima
February 2021
*Backstage at Liberty or Death, The Big Ticket has just become the APW Strong Style Champion.
No one is celebrating.
Leonora is still wearing the vest and slacks from the tarot act. Wardrobe was the only thing that went right out there. The shock of seeing Harvey lose it in front of an audience and her embarrassment at having to roll with it were almost too much. That was nothing compared to how she feels after he tells her the story we have just read.
Leo: Why didn't you tell me we were in trouble? There are things I could have done to help. If it was about money, why join a wrestling promotion?
H: My coming to APW was part of the deal. Last year he started running other things out of the hotel, and wanted me out of the way. He's using our space for other events and moving money through it…..I just got in too deep and froze up.
L: I still could have helped. You know MTV has been pitching me reality shows, and I could have done another tour of the talk show circuit. Not to mention the interview Playboy wants.
H: I didn't want you to do reality. You wanted to be a serious actor.
L: Things change. I haven't been that kind of actor since you hired me four years back. I love what we do, and I would have been willing to do something to pull us out of this. Does Frank know?
H: No. And he won't, for now. I’ll come clean when I get back, if the plan works.
L: Spit it out, Marx. The secrets end here.
H: I have to do something….a little drastic at the show in Chiba. I’ll catch a flight stateside that night and be back for Yokohama.
*Leo's mind starts connecting dots*
L: Boris left right after the act tonight…and said he’d be back for Yokohama. Harvey, where is Boris?
H: Be honest. Have you ever NOT regretted asking that question?
L: I see your point. Just be careful .
Two: Off to see the wizard
The two days that have passed since the Monday night Metal show in Chiba are a blur. Harvey Marx is tired after a brutal match and the long flight back to the States, but he can't afford to admit that to himself. Weakness is not a good thing where he's going. His destination is just around the corner now and he stops for a moment just before crossing the street.
“Showtime?” he says to himself. It is a question as always. Only now Leo isn't here to answer. Flying from Japan and back in time for the next show wasn't safe for her, and she hated risking damage to her wheelchair in transit. This wasn't her problem anyway. This wasn't anyone's mess but his. “Always” he says, finishing the ritual by himself.
He walks into an upscale restaurant, and the room goes silent when he's noticed. A man his size can't enter a room without attracting attention. And that's true even when he is not carrying an ornate chest in his arms and dressed in a suit that looks like it just lost a back alley brawl with a bedazzler. In a room full of black ties and classy dresses, Marx doesn't just stand out. He looks completely insane. Just as he planned. The hostess at the podium needs a few seconds to remember her job.
Woman: Do…do you have a reservation, sir?
H: No. Harvey Marx to see Mr. Osborne.
Woman: Um…I’m sorry, Mr. Osborne isn't here.
*Harvey tilts his head and looks at her over the sunglasses he's wearing. She winces at the sight of the bruises just beginning to fade before his eyes are covered again. Harvey doesn't buy her story.
H: He's always here. I'll wait.
*The hostess reluctantly offers Marx a seat in the waiting area. Instead he walks into the middle of the dining room behind her. The diners gasp and exchange anxious whispers when Harvey puts the trunk on the floor and sits on it. He can see most of the place from here, careful not to have his back to any door.*
H: Thanks, but I think I’m good right here. Please tell Mr. Osborne I've arrived.
*The woman hurries away uncomfortable. The nervous chatter in the room gets louder*
What the hell is going on?
It's not Halloween! I swear Louise. This neighborhood is…
Is he a superhero, mommy?
No, honey, don't look at him!
I think she went to call the cops
Hey, I’ve seen that guy on Netflix.
*
An old British man with a walker approaches Harvey*
Old man: Excuse me, young man. I simply must have the name of your tailor. Smashing!!
*Three men emerge from a hallway on the far side of the building. They're dressed the same as the wait staff, but they're not here to tell anyone about the chef's special. The hostess points to Harvey and the goons are headed straight for him. Getting in was easy. He needs a to get out in one piece. He stands up and puts a hand gently on the old man's shoulder. When he speaks, it is with his booming stage voice, and the goons stop.
H: Smashing indeed! Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Harvey Marx, and I’m here to bring you s special evening of magic in honor of this fine establishment serving it's 10,000th customer! Since this gentleman obviously has great taste, he'll be assisting me tonight I'll need a moment to prepare. For now, please enjoy your meals, which will be free as part of the celebration!
*The room cheers and the goons quickly usher the heroic illusionist into an office. Osborne sits at the desk. He's furious after Marx's embarrassing and costly stunt. Harvey can't help but smile*
Osborne: What the hell did you just do?!
H: Just making an over the top entrance. It's my thing.
O: I told you to meet me tomorrow night at the pier.
H: Meet you on a dock….at night alone. I've seen that movie before, Oz. I was stupid enough to take money from you and your associates. That was Eight years ago. I’m not the same person. You're going to have to work harder than that if you want to kill me.
O: Kill you!? You're talking just as crazy as you look, Marx. I’m just a businessman.
*The sick smile on Osbourne's face was saying something else: “It was worth a try”*
Don't be so dramatic. I'd never get my money if anything happens to you. Say, How's that assistant of yours? What's her name, Leo?
*Oz knew everything and forgot nothing about every business he was invested in, legitimate or otherwise. He let the clear threat hang in the air and studied Marx. To his credit, Harvey doesn't take the bait. He just stands there holding Osbourne's gaze. No one moves or says anything for about a minute. Oz decides Harvey is right about being a different person. The out of shape kid he remembered was a brick wall of a man now. Manipulating Marx into joining APW had its advantages in the last few months. Taking bets on APWs matches was a lucrative side hustle. Having Harvey's crew on the road meant less attention from local media. Fewer questions about what was happening at Elysium had given some of his associates a chance to slither back into the shadows. It had its advantages, but Oz realizes in this moment that the whole plan has had unintended consequences.
Oz has always been the man behind the curtain. Offering the desperate and vulnerable a chance to realize their dreams, putting a high price on what should be priceless. He knew what to look for. He had seen it in Harvey over a decade ago. A generous and talented man whose ambitions and obligations were bigger than his bank account was the perfect mark. Oz thought it was strange that such a big man had no sense of his own power. There was power in the eyes he was staring into now A sense of purpose found in the ring. Osbourne knew he could no longer hold Harvey's dreams over his head. Harvey was living those dreams now. With Harvey's company, Oz had wanted a place to clean his money and now he cursed himself for not stopping there. In forcing Marx into the ring, Osbourne helped to create his own nightmare. Marx was a champion whose star had never been brighter. Harvey had gone from a malleable cash cow to liability. Oz finally breaks the tense silence.
You've surprised me, Marx. And tonight you got one over on me in my own place. Doesn't happen often. What brought this out of you?
H: A couple weeks back. Some jackass blindsided me with lumber. Did you put him up to it?
O: I'm good, but I can't take credit for that one. Daniel Christopher is his own special kind of whack job. Now, do you have what I want?
*The trunk has been at Harvey's feet since the standoff a moment ago. He puts it down on Osbourne's desk much harder than he needed to. He opens it to reveal the APW hardcore belt. Oz reaches for it only to have his hand swatted away. One of the goons steps forward. Oz waves him off*
H: Not so fast. It isn't mine to give. This is Chase Blackley's title
O: Why steal it?
H: Call it a demonstration…of how far I’ll go to get you out of my life. I have other reasons that don't concern you.
Legbreaker: You want us to take it boss?
H: You didn't bring enough guys for that.
*Osborne decides Harvey's right, but keeps that to himself*
O: As entertaining as that sounds, there's no need for that. This is a fake. You don't trust me enough to bring the real title here?
H: Never
O: ….You tried to screw over the great and powerful Oz? ….I’m proud of you.
H: Fuck you, Oz. I've already paid you more than twice what I owe and looked the other way at the hotel for years. We're done.
O: I'll consider this belt as your final payment. I know you stole the real one. Can't make a fake this good if you didn't have it. This thing almost had me fooled. Who made it? I could use this kind of skill.
H: I didn't ask. Boris said he knew a guy.
O: Your pyro expert knows a master counterfeiter?
H: You know Boris. Honestly, are you really that shocked?
O: I see your point.
H: Why did you want it anyway?
O: I needed a birthday present for my mother. Where's the original?
*Harvey laughs, ignoring the question. He turns to the door*
H: Who is the old man in the walker?
O: Your “assistant”…..
*Osborne's sick grin returns* …is my lead accountant.
H: of course he is.
*Instead of opening the old door Marx boots it open. The doorframe splinters where he kicked it, and the diners stare in disbelief* Harvey throws his arms out wide.*
H: LET'S MAKE SOME MAGIC!!!
*The room starts cheering wildly. The people have forgotten where they are. Marx has done it again*
We cut to a scene in a nightclub. Everything is heavy bass and laser light, the mass of humanity hums with energy. There is a man crowd surfing in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts dotted by APW logos, and the people are chanting:
BORIS, BORIS, BORIS
In one hand he's holding a beer.
The APW Hardcore Championship is in the other.
The chants continue after the camera fades to black.
Part three: No place like home
Yokohama, present day
*
The Big Ticket stands in the ring. He is wearing the same pink tux as he did for the “show” in the restaurant. Harvey is feeling this tuxedo's energy. He decided to break his rule about never performing in the same clothes twice*
Harvey: It's great to be back in an APW ring. These last few days have been great for me. I’ve been taking care of unfinished business. It's been a whirlwind! It's felt like a dream. All that's missing is a cute little dog. I’m just where I want to be.
*The Metal Heads have no idea what Harvey is talking about, but his charisma is infectious. The crowd cheers*
H: Speaking of unfinished business, the powers that be seem to feel I haven't finished beating the hell out of Hale Cassidy. Last week at the hardcore extreme-a-ganza…I wanted to that just one time….it seemed like you were off your game. I can certainly relate. I had a lot to deal with offstage in my time at APW. You'll all read about it in my memoir someday. It's enough to say my past caught up to me and some very dangerous people were very displeased with me. My livelihood and even my life were threatened many times. But the show must go on. Through all of it, The Big Ticket still put on his finest hand made shoes and became Strong Style Champion!
This past weekend was tough There were threats, there were curses, there was a double cross….and lovely dinner party. I needed luck, a little help from my crew, and every trick I know, but I am finally free.
That's great news for you, our loyal Alpha Army…and very very bad for Hale Cassidy.
….See you soon, Kaybe.
Now to address the elephant in the ring. No, I’m not about to make an elephant appear, but that's definitely on my bucket list. No. I want to talk about the Hardcore Championship belt. I stole it. In quite spectacular fashion, I might add. I've heard a lot from the locker room about what people think of my selfish and shallow act. I’m here to tell you that I didn't take the belt for myself….
*Marx already has the Strong Style title, after all.*
…..I did it for the thousands in attendance and the millions watching around the world. I took that belt to do what I promised when I first got here. I took the belt to elevate Alpha Pro Wrestling. You see, I’ve been on one stage or another for almost 20 years. The truth is there are only five moments I remember. I’m talking about those moments when everything is perfect. Last week was one of those moments. When I was standing on a pool deck with Chase Blackley, swinging a deck chair like madman. That wasn't just entertainment. That wasn't just wrestling. My friends…THAT….WAS… MAGIC! I decided then and there, no matter what I had to do, that I would capture that feeling again.
But I can’t do it alone. Chase, I’m asking for your help…..I'll be bringing my belt and yours to APWs final PPV event. I met you in my first APW match and I can't think of a better opponent for my last. One final match. Winner takes both. Untimely it's up to the management. I don't have the power to make it happen….
*Harvey gestures to the audience*
….but you do.
*The area just might come apart from the roar of the crowd, and Marx would like nothing better. Harvey stands in the middle of the ring smiling*
