We open inside Olympus as Harold Attano walks through the Arena. As he approaches the ring, a crew works feverishly to hang the new Warzone banners, and his mind flits back to the year that was.
At the end of Invasion, his eyes lock with Narcissa’s, both grasping the briefcase in their hands. A mixture of emotions is in his eyes as he stares down his nemesis.
“Stood there holding one of my greatest accomplishments, sharing the spotlight but still alone.”
One month later…
INVADE… INVADE… INVADE!
Harold sits backstage, tears and sweat streaming off his face and onto the OSW World Championship sitting on his lap. People buzz around him, but he only hears a ringing in his ear. Until he feels a hand rest upon his shoulder, Jackson Cade is there, and he says something. Harold only hears the ringing in his ear but knows enough to return the gesture with a soft smile of acknowledgment.
Pandemonium…
INVADE… INVADE… INVADE!
Harold sits alone backstage after a brutal beating at the hands of the Uprising and Pandemonium Elimination. More tears, more sweat, as he wipes the blood from his bleeding lips. Once more alone… no friends… no Championship… Nobody once more.
Vendetta 361…
No Good Deed…
“I can’t feel my fucking legs!” Harold cries in pain and anguish as medical personnel rush to see that Mr. Nobody is stabilized.
Fade out…
Fade in Ring King…
Harold sits next to a grave after hearing the fate of his daughter. Again sweat, tears, and blood shed. A bitter-sweet problem that leaves him alone to face the world once more.
Fade Out…
Fade In… now… Harold stands his head resting on the ring apron where days ago his daughter assisted in his defeat. Again heartbroken.
“You did this to me.”
His voice, a low growl.
“Your family did this to me. You and Zeus send me to Deathrow. I get back and I am a loyal soldier, I follow the orders given. I won the Invasion Briefcase, I cashed in and beat the monster Tombstone. I saved your ass from an unholy union and got my back broken.”
Mr. Nobody’s voice drips with the venom of betrayal.
“Only to find that your husband ordered my Daughter dead which drove her to Klaus Way. Narcissa, Hera, Bitch, whatever you want to be called today. Your family has broken me and mine.”
Harold stares intently off into space a fire burning in his eyes.
“You stole my Championship from me, but long before that you and your husband stole my daughter from me. Sent me to Deathrow so I couldn’t reconnect, ordered her murder so she wouldn’t be here when or if I returned. You hid her fate from me… you made me the Ghost I am. You created an apportion that is going to haunt your very being. Because Nobody knows the debt that you and yours owe me. This week… Nobody begins the collection process, and I will get my pound of flesh for everything you’ve robbed from me.”
-Cut-