Backstage at Wrestlelution, the biggest sporting event of the year, Jim Black is preparing for an interview when he notices a familiar face on a passer-by.

Jim-Wait!

Jim yells out as he pushes past the crowd of people surrounding him. The person stops and turns around to reveal none other than Joshua Tucker in the flesh.

Jim-How are you!? Where have you been?! Goodness I have so many questions and so little time. Well, you know how Lution is!

Tucker nods his head and smiles

Tucker-I sure do slim Jim, I sure do. I missed this atmosphere and this place entirely more than I ever thought possible. That’s why I’m here tonight, because if Lution can’t draw you in then nothing will.

Tucker- There is something about big meaty men slapping meat that really gets the blood pumping! Only one thing better than hitting ye old peace pipe and watching the best and brightest OCW has to offer just tear into each other, and that’s hitting ye old peace pipe and getting in there to do the same damn thing!

Jim- Are you saying you are actually getting back in the ring? You have said this before and just sputtered away.

Tucker chuckles

Tucker-Just hide and watch slim jim, hide and watch. Talk is cheap so I’ll just show everyone what I have to say.

Jim-Interesting. We need to catch up another time and finish this conversation. I would finish now but they are urging me to hurry.

Tucker-No worries my man, I have some things I need to get done anyway. Have a great night and I’ll see you sooner than you think

The scene fades as Tucker walks off and Jim continues to prepare for nightly interviews

THE ROOKIE VS THE KING

Barreling down the hall way is Papa Reese. He finally sees the Lucha Country locker room as he bursts through the door.

Joshua Reese: YOU BETTER NOT BE IN HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!

The room looks untouched, all that is missing is Parca’s gear bag. Papa Reese surveys the room as he notices a chair in the center. He makes his way around and on the chair is Parca’s Lucha Country team jacket and a photo of Parca and Mark. Papa Reese starts to breakdown in tears as he grasps the photo.

Joshua Reese: Wh-why Miguel? We were all family… how could you do this to me.. to Mark..

He flips the picture around and on the back we see sharpie written on it. Written is, “Lucha Country 4 lyfe, And Still, Always Forever. 3/26/21”

Joshua wipes his tears as he collects himself going back into a fit of rage.

Joshua Reese: That snake Dillinger. He caused this he tore away my boys. He’s the one that is to blame for this. Count your days Den-

BAM.

Joshua Reese is hit from behind with a steel chair. The person who hit him doesn’t make a single noise or utter a word. The assailant puts the chair down next to the elderly man as he walks out of the room. But a different set of footsteps enter next to him and a hand appears on his back. Then a voice calls out, the voice of El Parca.

Parca: It’s a shame isn’t it? Didn’t expect that did you? I can’t say that I’d blame you. I bet you all of those fools out there as well thought such a thing wouldn’t ever happen.

Parca takes a loud crunch out of an apple he has in his other hand.

Parca: You sure do get an appetite when you carry that big ole country ham ofa son you call to a victory at Wrestlution.

Parca: But we all know Mark can eat cmon we know him. But you see Joshua, or well dad I guess in this case. Things happen, people change, and objectives get shifted. Im above this now im onto bigger and better things Joshua.

Parca stands up as he takes another bite out of the apple. He discards the apple tossing it onto Joshua as we see it bounce of the mans head.

Parca: Do send my condolences to the family. Im sure that was such a tragic event to see happen in front of you. But let me give you a spoiler alert Joshua. This is just the beginning.

Parca chuckles as he makes his way out of the room and slams the door. The scene fades to black going back to the commentators desk.

WOMENS FUTURE INVESTMENT

The camera focuses in on Christian Garcia as he scours the backstage area of Lution, wearing casual clothes for a change. His hair is starting to grow out a bit more, curling at the bangs and sides, and his facial hair is starting to grow a bit shaggier. His eyes are slightly sunken, and he has a half-finished beer in one hand.

Christian: Where the hell is he?

Suddenly, after turning a blind corner, Christian comes face to face with the OCW Champion, Quartz, who looks downright murderous as he comes to a halt mere inches away from colliding with the thinner, lankier rookie. Christian stops dead as Quartz' eyes, formerly focused on something in the distance, are now staring right through him.

Christian: Shit-

Quartz practically growls at him.

Quartz: Move.

Christian wisely steps out of the way, but starts to speak.

Christian: Hey, champ, have you-

Like a switch flipped in the champion's mind, he storms past the rookie, nearly shoving him out of the way and leaving Christian bug-eyed as he watches the veteran pass him by. Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, Christian looks at the camera, then back in Quartz' direction.

Christian: Coño, someone get that man a therapist, sheesh...

Turning away and looking back down the hallway, Christian calls out.

Christian: Ay, Wrex! Get out here!

Christian continues to search the halls and call out Wrex as the camera fades out.