We got a great show for you tonight! WASH YOUR HANDS AND SHUT YOUR ASS! LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
We see El Parca outside of an unfamiliar door, as Parca is pounding on the door we can hear..
Parca: REESE! WAKE UP! REESE! YOU LITERALLY HAVE A MATCH IN 25 MINUTES!!
Parca continues pounding on the door as we also now hear very loud snoring. Parca eventually backs up and sighs.
Parca: Ah god.. I'm gonna have to kick the door down aren't I?
Just as Parca starts running toward the door, we see the window slowly open and as Parca sees this he stops running and shouts again.
Parca: REESE!!!!! LUCHAAAA COUNTRRYYY!!!!!
The window opens and a sleepy Mark Reese pops his head out, his hair is messy, but not without his trademark bandana. He looks bewildered.
Reese: Huh… You’re not the Sandman.
Reese rubs at his face before spotting the clock on his wall, it’s in the shape of a cooking bison.
Reese: Oh suffering sheep steak! I’m late!
Parca can be seen hailing down a cab as Mark Reese comes barrelling out of the doorway, pulling on a flannel vest top over his Big Country t-shirt.
Reese: Dang it I’m about as late as a swallow in fall. We gonna make it in time Lucha?
As the taxi pulls up to Parca & Reese, Parca goes into his pocket and hands Reese a Big Mama Country Energy Bar.
Parca and Reese get into the cab as Parca pats Reese on the shoulder and says
Parca: Absolutely Big Country, I made sure to come within 45 minutes of your match. So then that way we had plenty of time. Parca lifts his mask up a bit showing Reese he’s smiling.
Reese silently devours the energy bar, rolling up the packaging and putting it in his jorts pocket, because he cares about the environment, and you should too.
Reese: The arena is almost a half hour away, we’ll never make it in time! Parca pulls out his phone and shows it to Reese.
Parca: See? The time is 3:30, the show doesn’t start until 4:30 we will make it in time no worries pal. Ya think after the close call with getting to the arena for our CQC match I didn’t learn? Sometimes big fella you enjoy Mama Reese’s cooking a tad too much. Parca laughs after he says this.
The cab pulls away but is soon stuck in traffic, causing Reese to nervously drum his fingers against the window, constantly glancing at his watch.
Parca observes Reese as he keeps checking his watch.
Parca: Hey, Big Country. It’s okay man, seriously! We’re gonna get there on time, you’re gonna show Joshua Tucker that REGARDLESS of what happened between us and CQC. That you are STILL Big Country Mark f’n Reese!
Parca gets a lit amped as he said that trying to uplift his Big Country friend. Time continues to tick away, the show draws to its beginning. The cab inevitably pulls up, fireworks can be heard signalling the start of the show as the crowd begins to roar. Lucha Country dive out the cab and begin to ascend the steps.
Reese: Wait a minute, this elephant has forgot his bag…
The pair turn as the cab pulls away, Reese now looking incredibly forlorn.
Parca quickly tries to bring Reese back to Earth, and reminds him he has a job to do..
Parca: HEY! Parca grabs Reese’s face LOOK AT ME! You got a job here tonight, you don’t need your gear. You’re MARK REESE! Remember this man, we took CQC TO THE LIMIT! And look at how many people doubted us, and our friendship. Now tonight? Right now? You’re gonna show off your 40 meter dash of 5.6 seconds, go to the ring, and show all the guys, girls, management, and the fans that wrestling gear or not! Mark Reese, is here to do business and WIN!
Mark smacks his own face, looking up towards the sky.
Reese: Luchaaaaaaa!
Without another word he begins running up the steps and through the doors of the parking bay, his music playing in the background.And as he’s running he can hear his luchador friend shouting from the back.. COUNTTRRYYYYY!!!!! As the cameras follow Reese..
JOSHUA TUCKER vs
MARK REESE
Previously Recorded
Monday, 1:45 pm, Scumchester Ranch
#Austin steps out from his rental car, throwing a bag over his shoulder
#Austin: Hey take care of this for me.
#Austin throws the keys at one of the Hattons.
Chase: Heh, you got it.
#Austin makes his way up the steps to the house, dropping his bag down on the deck as he takes a seat in a rocking chair. Pulling his phone out of his pocket as he sends a text to Wrex phone letting him know he is out front.
#Austin: Have to adapt to survive….
#Austin: Rebuild everything that I have lost
#Austin: Show them a new #Marvelous, a new #Notorious. Show the world who the true #Titan is on Turmoil as they remember the #Bastard of Turmoil.
Wrex: I always thought the hashtag thing was just some marketing gimmick. Do you actually speak like that to yourself?
#Austin: No idea what you are talking about
Wrex can be seen standing at the opened door, a glass of something in his hand, he pauses as if looking around for something.
Wrex: Where the hell is your car?
#Austin: Left it with them?
Wrex: ...Hope you have another way home then, this way.
The two walk a short distance to a large metal warehouse. Wrex leads Lee around the side of a building before stopping at the door.
Wrex: In here is where you’ll either toughen up, or get dog shit beat out of you for a while so I hope you’ve mentally prepared.. ready?
#Austin: We have been beating the shit out of each other for years. Let's see what happens when we put that hatred to good use.
#Austin opens the door gesturing for Wrex to lead the way. as the camera fades to black.
