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Jim Black: Ladies and Gentleman, joining us at this time, the number one contender to the OCW Championship, Rust Cohle, and his new protege, Danny Watts. Thanks for..

Rust: Okay Jim. Today I am not conducting this interview. If you have anything to ask, I’ll let Danny handle it. Thank you.

JB: Hum.. Okay then, huh, that wasn’t planned.. The obvious question that comes in anyone’s mind right now is: Why did you choose to ally yourself with Mr. Cohle right here?

Danny looks at Rust, who gives him a nod as to say “go ahead”.

Danny:
 It's simple really isn't it Jimbo? To get me to the next level, on my mentor's level. Ya know, There really isn't anyone better than Mr. Cohle right now. I mean at Summercide, he's going to win the OCW Championship, and I'm going to beat Tre Golden in a stipulation of MY choosing and for that stipulation..

Danny:..Well... I still haven't decided yet. I'll let you know soon enough Mr. Golden...soon enough…

Rust: Anymore questions Jim ?

JB: I mean, yes, there is one..

Rust: Interview’s over. We have an interesting Main Event to watch.

Rust: Come on Danny.

As they walk off on Jim Black.

It's a Match!
Elliot Parker vs. Nate Ortiz

 

The cameras pan up as we see El Parca heavily panting in a chair inside the Lucha Country locker room after a hard-fought match with Uncrowned.

Mark Reese is at catering as we hear a knock at the door.

Parca picking his head up in confusion, as he knows Reese would just walk in shouts

Parca
: Uh, who is it?!

As the door slowly opens we see #Austin Lee enter the room with 4 paper plates covered with tin foil.

Parca sighs out and can seem to look a bit annoyed.

Parca: Oh, it’s you. What’s up, man?

#Austin: Where is big man at? Wanted to extend an olive branch after my comments last week.

Parca: He was in catering getting some food, I told him I was hurting after the match so I’d meet him in here.

#Austin: It happens man when you have to do the heavy lifting, trust me i understand completely.

Parca: Tread lightly Austin. Me and Reese split the workload 50/50, if it weren’t for him we may not have become Tag Champions at Consequence.

#Austin: So it was your turn for the heavy lifting, trust me I get it man.

#Austin: You gotta get used to it with both of those titles you have, soon as you take a step off the gas it will be over like that.

#Austin snaps his fingers looking over at El Parca International title:

#Austin takes a step back towards the door

#Austin: You know what we may have got off on the wrong foot again, my bad friend. All I wanted to do was come finish our conversation from last week.

Parca: What conversation? What is it that you want from me? I’ve been nice, I’ve been respectful but tonight is not the night to come asking for things. I just had a grueling match with one of my former best friends.

#Austin: I've fought everyone of my best friends here, hell I even dropped one headfirst onto a chair, so easy back there champ.

#Austin opens the door not turning his back to Parca

#Austin: Take your time, collect your thoughts, and if it’s going to be like this. Trust me it will be the last time i come and ask.

#Austin turns his back on Parca as he walks out of the locker room

#Austin: Will be seeing you soon champ.

Parca let’s out a deep sigh as he stands up from his chair.

Parca: I need to get away for awhile.. But how do I do that when I have these?

Parca then looks over to both the Tag Championship & International Championship. As he does he picks up the chair and whips it across the room out of frustration.

Parca: Pops said it wouldn’t be easy, but fuck me is this really not easy…

Mark Reese comes walking in, untying his headband, letting his gorgeous, luscious mullet fall around his shoulders, those who are reviewing the show would even say it cascades.

Reese:
 It wasn’t your night little buddy, can’t always take the prom queen home, sometimes it’s the mascot.

Parca: I let you down. It.. I-i just didn’t know what to do. I just wanted to get my hands on Doc but he kept slipping through my grasp.. Then Antonio I just, I didn’t know what to do. I’m so sorry Mark I really am..

Parca sits down on one of the few chairs that escaped being hurled around the room as he drops his head.

Reese shakes his head.

Reese:
 Mama always told me, life is like a box of chocolates. Sometime’s you like ‘em, sometimes you don’t. Tonight was one of those coffee chocolates no one likes, you weren’t at the races, kinda like a two legged horse.

Reese pauses.

Reese:
 Not Blacksmith, that boy is just a few stones short of a boulder. Not your night, not our night. So… Instead of beating yourself up…

Reese looks down at his bandana, then into Parca’s eyes with a smile. The next second, he ties the headband around Parca’s mask and takes a step back.

Reese:
Better?

Parca stands up and looks into the nearest mirror, a few tears can be seen going down the sides of his mask as he lets out a deep breath

Parca
: Much better. I wouldn’t want to share a tag team or this journey with anybody other than you Big Country.

The scene fades out as Mark claps a huge hand on Parca’s shoulder, consoling him further. If he wasn’t wearing a mask you’d probably have seen him wince along with the thunderclap of a sound.

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