TABLES MATCH
JUST DEREK vs. MARK REESE(c)
Jim Black approaches Kasstianity’s locker room; But this time he brings more than just a microphone . He carries a burning piece of sage with him while in search of Furiosa.
He once again approaches Kasstianity’s locker room. As he does so, the door opens by itself. Jim Black gulps hard on his own saliva and waves his sage around his head.
His whispers some kind of prayer and waves the sage at the doorway of Kasstianity’s locker room like it’s a magic wand before entering.
He clutches the sage and microphone with both hands and utters Furiosa’s name feeling queasy about the situation.
Jim: Uh..F…Furi..osa? Furiosa? Are you here?
Jim Black looks around and the room is very dark. Only the light from the hallway lights the room a couple feet from the doorway.
The pungent aroma in the room smells of some sort of incense burning. Specs of light from the incense are spaced out across the dark locker room.
Jim sees an area towards the back of the room of candles burning around a shrine of an old mural of Papa Kass. Underneath that is a half luminated number one contender of The OCW Women’s Championship, Furiosa.
She is kneeled down in a prayer position whispering a prayer in her Latin tongue.
Jim: Oh. There you are. Mind if I have a few words with you once again?
Furiosa continues her prayer.
Jim: I’m sorry to disturb you, Furiosa. But is this your pre game ritual before you step out there against Lotus FloJo?
Furiosa lowers her hands as she finishes her prayer. She slowly raises her head to admire her Papa.
Furiosa: I swear to Kassidy Hayes almighty that I will bring back The OCW Womens Championship. When I do, I will treat it the same way as my predecessors have.
Furiosa: Valkyrie…Empress…La Mujera.
Jim: But La Mujera technically wasn’t with Kasstianity when she had it.
Furiosa: Her dark spirit already was. I felt it long ago. This physical realm is always slower than my spiritual realm. Now that I’m here though, I’ll speed things up for Kasstianity and become The OCW Womens Champion.
Furiosa: Something Heather Angelo couldn’t do.
Furiosa looks down and picks up a wooden box of some sort. Jim notices and moves in closer.
Jim: What you got there, Furiosa?
Furiosa: Something like Pandora's Box. But I call it The Black Box.
Jim: What’s in it?
Furiosa clutches The Black Box like a newborn puppy and caresses it. Jim starts to become disturbed.
Furiosa casually turns her head and tilts it sideways.
Furiosa: But I think that’s enough questions; wouldn’t you say, Jim?
Jim Black’s sage burns out suddenly.
Jim: I got the message, Furi. I’ll be going.
Jim Black walks back towards the exit slowly. He bumps into a few chairs along the way. As he gets to the door.
Furiosa: Jim…don’t ever bring that wrenched mint in my presence ever again.
The door slams in Jim’s face as Furiosa continues to clutch The Black Box.
BRITISH RULES
OWEN vs. CORT MARSHALL