OCW WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP
ELIMINATION TRIPLE THREAT
LOTUS FLOJO vs. MORGAN BLACKHEART
vs. LA MUJERA OBSCURA*
Watching the instant replay of Mark Reese slamming Parca back first into the monitor Christian Garcia turns his head away. Cringing as he turns back he watches the final blow once again as Reese follows up with the slaminator. Pinning Parca for the 1-2-3. Garcia shoves everything off a nearby table shouting.
Garcia: Pinche maricon, what was he thinking!? Does he just not care anymore!?
Garcia shoves any and everyone out of his way as he’s running to the DDE locker room. Pushing anyone from management to ring hands Garcia doesn’t care. Finally approaching the locker room it appears like a dad whose daughter is trapped in a room as Garcia throws his body into the door.
Garcia frantically looking around sees El Parca slumped into a locker just sitting there quietly. Parca doesn’t give a reaction to any of the noise he just heard coming from outside the room.
Garcia: Christ alive, Miguel, what the hell did you do out there? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to kill yourself. How many extreme rules matches in the past couple of months?
Garcia still frantically pacing around the room, is examining Parca from a small distance. Seeing lacerations, welts, bruises, and some dried up blood.
Parca tries to stand up but collapses under himself as Garcia quickly jumps in and puts him back down lightly.
Parca: I really screwed it this time didn’t I? God… my entire body. It feels like a truck hit me.
Garcia: No surprise there, I wouldn’t be surprised if you threw yourself into traffic on the way back here. That was about as much regard as you had for your own safety in there. I understand you wanna beat Mark, but this is insane.
Parca: Better to feel something than nothing eh chico? I may have gone a bit overboard with Trance and then Reese. But it had to be done; it was all par for the course.
Parca takes off the shirt he wore to the ring and rips off the Captain America headband he stole from Reese at Lution. Upon removing his shirt his entire upper body is bruised and loaded with welts.
Parca: Just another wonderful day in this here office of ours chico.
Garcia: How many more of these days do you wanna have?
Parca: Right now? I think I’d like to take a shower more than think about how many of “these” days I wanna have. I’ve had a bit of a busy time these past two weekends.
Garcia: Are you trying to prove something to these people? Do you think you owe them something, Miguel? Why are you putting yourself through this?
Parca: Prove something to those people? Maybe. But to myself? Absolutely. I’ve been wrestling since I was thirteen Christian. I made a huge splash in such a short time yet still no one gives me the RESPECT, the CRED-
While yelling, Parca hunches down grabbing at his ribs.
Parca: The credit that I deserve. But you’re right Christian why am I putting myself through this. They don’t deserve me, shit maybe this company doesn’t even deserve El Parca anymore.
Parca stands up, holding onto his ribs as he walks past Christian as Christian turns around. Parca back facing Christian takes his mask off as he stares at it for a moment in complete silence.
Parca: Might be time to go home.
He drops the mask on the floor and disappears into the shower as it’s just Christian standing in the locker room. Christian looks over at the fallen mask, his expression clearly pained as he folds the small piece of clothing in his hands and takes a seat.
Garcia: Be thankful for what you have, hijo. Some of us don’t have that.
Garcia places the folded mask on a table nearby as he collects himself and walks out the room. The shower continues going on as the scene fades to black.
CCW CHAMPIONSHIP
JUSTIN JEHST vs. TONY EVERRETT*