Dragana Cesar is seen inside the Cesar dojo tidying things up. She rearranges the chairs with the family table, sweeps the floors, and makes sure that Bubba’s enormous litter box is clean. She looks outside every few minutes anxiously, waiting for someone or something. She notices that one of the chairs next to the table is a bit off, she adjusts it ever so slightly.
Dragana: Hmm….
She observes the chair and adjusts it again. She furrows her brow, adjusting it yet again but not looking satisfied. The front door swings open to reveal the Women’s Champion EMP holding a boatload of bags in her hands.
EMP: Hi! Sorry I’m late.
Bubba awakes from his nap and runs toward EMP.
EMP: Hi Bubba!
She sprints over to the table and drops all the goods on it. She turns and they give each other a hug.
EMP: Good to see you again.
Dragana nods with a smile. She looks at the bags.
EMP: I brought some sweets from the local market. We’ll dine on these later. But for now, we’ve got business.
Dragana: Mmm!
She nods again before directing EMP through a door leading to an almost garage-like room with a makeshift wrestling ring in it.
EMP: Thanks again for the invite. I know you and Terra were close so I’m sure you know a few tricks she has up her sleeve.
The former Women’s Champion lets EMP through the ropes before she enters the ring herself.
EMP: You…..haven’t talked to her in a while right? Well, you know what I mean.
Dragana regrettably shakes her head. She looks down at the mat for a moment before she runs the ropes a few times as EMP glares at her. The Silent Queen finally stops and looks up at EMP.
EMP: All right, let’s do this.
Dragana: Hm!
They lock horns for a collar-and-elbow tieup. EMP quickly gets Dragana in a side headlock. However, Dragana takes a deep breath and uses the ropes to push her off.
She leapfrogs over EMP and drops down when she rebounds off the ropes, but the Women’s Champion sees this coming and drops down over her for a gator roll. They roll around a few times while Bubba watches from the sidelines.
EMP: This is fun!
Dragana slips through the gator roll, clasps EMP’s neck with her hands and flips over, stretching her neck with the Greivous Fly Trap, the same move that defeated her when she met Terra in the ring.
EMP: S***!
EMP tries to wrench out of Dragana’s grasp, but when that fails, she breaks out of the hold by clapping Dragana’s ears.
Dragana: AH!
She recoils and clutches her ears. EMP seizes the opportunity by grabbing Dragana’s left leg with one hand and using her other hand to send a fist flying toward her crotch. However, EMP stops just short before making an impact. Dragana’s mouth is agape in terror, watching as EMP smiles. The Women’s Champion laughs and helps her up.
EMP: Nice technique back there. But nothing beats a good ol crotch shot.
EMP grabs two bottles of water and hands one to Dragana who looks back at EMP with a look as if she’s displeased with EMP's dirty tactics. Emp takes a sip from the bottle before putting it away.
EMP: What’s that look for?
Dragana looks down then looks back up at EMP with her arms out, shaking her head. She takes a sip of water while still shaking her head.
EMP: Listen I don’t judge your way of fighting. Not all of us grew up in some fancy Dojo training. Some of us had to learn to defend for themselves by any means necessary.
Dragana: …
Dragana sighs and takes another sip of water before she puts it away and leans against the ropes. EMP sits on the mat.
EMP: I don’t know what you want from me. I’m doing the best I can…*Emp sighs a little* Are we done training? I need to get ready to meet up with Ashley later.
Dragana: Mmm.
She nods and looks at EMP for a moment before deciding to sit right in front of her. Realizing the immense pressure the champ must be in, she gives her a gentle pat on the shoulder. Bubba reaches over the bottom rope and passes Dragana a plum kitkat. She hands it to EMP.
EMP: Thanks. I appreciate it.
There’s a moment where neither woman says anything.
EMP: It’s tough. Being at the top is nice and all, but the target on your back….it’s just too much. Crazy people hunting you down and hurting the ones you love, destroying what you worked so hard to build….
EMP looks down at the plum kitkat, twirling it around nervously.
EMP: I just don’t know how long I can keep doing this for.
The Silent Queen anxiously scratches her shoulder before she embraces EMP in a hug. She eventually lets go and leads EMP out of the ring.
EMP: I’ve gotta run. Thanks for doing this.
EMP briskly walks out of the room and the dojo as Dragana looks on. Bubba approaches her and leans his head against her leg.
WHEN IT RAINS, IT'S INSANE! KOTA RAIN vs. HEATHER ANGELO
2 hours before the show
A camera turns on and we see Just Derek in the empty Turmoil arena sitting on the turnbuckle.
JD: Hola, como estas. The reason I am here today recording this video and not before you is because this is something that had to be addressed immediately. This video is dedicated to one person specifically, and that person is OWEN.
JD: OWEN I am talking to you personally right now. Man to Man. You’re probably asking yourself why me? Why did I have to become a victim of the carnage of Just Derek?
JD:
If you want the answer to that question ask your wanna be friend James Fraser. He is the sole reason you were laid out in the ring last night. The only reason you were in the back holding your neck and wincing in pain in the trainer's room.
JD: I want to tell you now that you were not the main target that night. The main target that night was James Fraser. You were just an objective to get to James. A speed bump that got run over in the way. An example to show James I’m not the one to take disrespect to kindly.
Derek hops off the turnbuckle and looks deep into the camera.
JD: I’m known for giving advice to people, some I’m gonna offer you mine.Do not trust James Fraser. He is not the trusting type of person. Now you can take this advice or leave but it’s up to you. If you're smart, you know what choice to make.
JD: But just to let you know, if you want a problem with me by all means go ahead. But remember what happened on Riot. Tread lightly or you’ll be added to the hit list with Fraser. I’ll be seeing you.
Derek walks off as the camera shuts off
The following was previously recorded…
The cameras open back up in the same living room we’ve seen before. The fireplace is heard crackling as Christian Garcia is sitting in the closest chair to the cameras with his face in his hands. After the events on Riot, Christian is anticipating the arrival of Parca.
Christian is clearly perturbed by the turn of events. His torso is clearly taped up, the kinesiology tape poking through the surface of his tank top as he runs his fingers through his beard and hair, waiting for Parca.
Christian: Oh, man… alright, CG, think, think, think… there’s a way to salvage this. Sure, Parca’s gotta team up with Mark Reese again, sure, they’re fighting TWC, who have an extra stooge now, but we can make this work… we can make this work.
Steps can be heard coming down the hallway as they draw nearer and nearer. Coming into view of the cameras we see El Parca. Parca, not holding either of his tag team titles takes a seat directly in front of Christian. Letting out a deep exhale he sinks into the fine seat and looks to Garcia.
Christian: Ay, Primero. I’m sorry about last week. I didn’t know he was going to heal up so soon. I just-
Parca continues looking at Garcia stoically. Garcia, without missing a beat continues on in a panic.
Garcia: I didn’t see H20 ducking me coming. I didn’t know Tyson Wagner was even in the building, and I went too hard and got myself hurt. I wasn’t at 100 percent when Mark came in, and it was all I could do to try and get the hit in on him. Shit, I’m still hurt. I get it. You’ve got every right to be ticked at me. I can make this right, just… give me time. Please.
Parca sits up slowly as he places a hand on one of Garcia’s knees.
Parca: I am not angry with you chico. No, I am happy with you, and I am extremely proud of you for what you went through on Riot.
Parca: Correct your wrongs? You already did that. Make me proud? You’re already doing that as well Garcia. See, no one could have expected Reese returning yet, well, not no one considering I seen it coming.
Parca turns toward the burning fire as he continues on talking to Garcia. His sight was not taken off from the flames.
Parca: You see chico, Reese fell right into my trap. Things were even a little bit sweeter as well considering I get to put the final nail in the coffin of The Wrestle Club. First, they lose embarrassingly at Lution. Second, they tried to add Elliot Parker into the fold and STILL FAILED.
Parca now breaks his gaze from the fire and looks into the cameras as he stands up.
Parca: That’s the thing that none of these people get. It’s ME who decides what happens with the tag team division. It’s ME who decides when Mark Reese is done or isn’t done. And it’s ME who will have the last laugh over The Wrestle Club, over Tiberius Dupree, and over Mark Reese!
Parca pivots his attention back to Garcia as he lifts up his right-hand man, both men now standing face to face with one another.
Parca: You made me extremely proud Garcia. You took a savage assault by Mark Reese without any question even when I told you to run with us. Then, THEN! You not only went on to go and compete in your match BUT!
Parca looks back into the camera staring at it with evil intent.
Parca: You were swindled by H2O, and Tiberius Dupree. You were conned by OCW management and they showed their true hand YET AGAIN! That they do not care about the little guys, the guys who have ambition, who have the guts and the balls to do what it takes!
Parca now turns back facing Garcia as he hugs him.
Parca: I always knew you were the right man for the job Garcia. I always knew you meant your words when you told me you recognized your El Primero. I never doubted you, I never questioned you or us.
Christian looks shocked, but after a short pause, relaxes as he and Parca finish the hug and continue on.
Christian: I’ll be honest. It’s getting to me. From the moment I walked into this building, all I asked for was respect, and I never got it. You see me out there, Primero, I work my ass off, every night, sometimes even twice a night, and I ain’t gotten nothin’ from anyone here. Not management, not the boys in the back, not the fans, nobody. ‘Cept for you and Dennis. And that’s why I’m gonna make this right.
Christian places a hand on Parca’s shoulder and offers him a smirk.
Christian: You respect me, and you recognize what I’m capable of. So you know as well as anyone that it’s gonna take a hell of a lot more than this to keep me from doing my job. Mark Reese be damned. Dos Straps ain’t goin’ nowhere.
Parca relaxes his shoulders as he returns the smirk to Garcia.
Parca: You’re right Chico. Did Straps ain’t goin’ nowhere unless I say so. Because I make the decisions around here and I, plan on embarrassing BOTH Mark Reese and those Wrestle Bums next week.
The two men start laughing with one another as the cameras zoom out and fade to black moving to the next segment.
