The rusty jail cell door creaks open, just as Ding is finishing up his exercise routine. A daddeh has a lot of time on his hands these days to get his best weapons into gear, ya dig? One of the guards enters the cell.
Guard: Bill Ding.
Ding looks up in shock.
Ding: My name! You ain't callin’ me Señor Jack anymore!
Guard: After some…. investigations, we discover your true identity. Much apologies. You are free to go.
Ding: Wait… so you kept a daddeh here almost 2 months and ‘now’ you discover that I wasn't that other daddeh?
Guard: Yes.
Ding: Well then.
Ding gathers his things and the guard walks him out to the front gate of the prison.
Ding: So I'm really free to go, Señor?
Guard: This is correct! You go!
Ding: Oh daddeh that's the sweeeeeest music to mah ears!
Ding: But wait… how am I gettin’ there?
The guard shrugs.
Guard: We worry bout how you get in and stay in, not how you do when get out. Adios!
The gate closes quickly with a bang, leaving Ding out in the dust.
Ding: Oh maaaaan, I gots to get home! Guess it's me and you, feet.
Ding’s dogs practically bark back at him at the thought of hoofin’ it all the way from Panama back to New York.
Ding: Now now, I gotta thumb for hitchhikin’, a mouth to talk my way through it, and tha noodle in this here melon to map out the plan. Not ta mention these devilish good looks to swaaaaay the senoritas with these new guns I been workin’ on. (Ding flexes his arm)
Ding hits the pavement in an attempt to find Panama City. The road seems to stretch for miles with a whole lot of nothing around him except desert. Suddenly in the distance, he sees what appears to be a giant bus pulled over to the side of the road.
As he gets closer, he sees that it’s a giant greyhound tour bus. A paper sign in the window reads “Destination: 2017 National Mariachi Competition. New York City”
Ding: Well I'lllll be. But what they heck are they doing here?
A few panicked mariachi members arguing with each other and making banging noises can be heard on the other side of the bus. Ding walks over to see them all trying their luck at changing a flat tire, but can't seem to figure it out.
Ding: Looks like you muchahos are havin’ a bit of trouble there?
Pablo: Yes! Tito tightened the lug nuts too much, now tire is stuck!
Tito: Ayyyy puta! Why I oughta-
Tito grabs Pablo by the collar of his shirt and the pair start wrestling. Ding steps in and attempts to pull the pair apart.
Ding: Woah woah woah! Easy!! I think I can help ya. Lemme see what you got in this tool box.
Ding opens the tool box and sees a wrench, a half-bottle of Jarritos soda, and a wheel of dental floss.
Ding: Hmm. Step asiiiiiide fellas. Time to get to work!
*A Few Minutes Later…..*
Ding: Tadaaaaa!!
Pablo, Tito, and the rest of the passenger rejoice!
Pablo: PAPA! You wonderful, chico! How many thanks can we give?
Ding: Well, I see y'all headed to the states to New York….. any chance I can catch a ride?
Pablo takes off his mariachi hat and puts it on Ding.
Pablo: Come on chico, vamanos!!
The camera pans to the announce team.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPAAAAAA!
These are Mexicano's Charles, JESUS CHRIST!
CORT MARSHALL VS CROSSBONES
The camera pans to the announce team.
That was down to the wire!
Hell yea it was!
* Charles Young paces in the back. He has a smile on his face talking to himself *
Jim Black : What's on your mind young man?
Charles Young : Well next week I go against a former EX division champion, Lil Kookie Marley!
* Jim Black chuckles *
Jim Black : You mean Jookie Marley?
Charles Young : Yeah him to. Now I know he's one of the all time flakers and my job is continue that streak by beating him.
Not to take away any of his accomplishments but I'm a Canadian suplex machine. I plan on throwing him left and right.
Jim Black : So will be the last time we see Jookie?
Charles Young : That's exactly right , when I get the Canadian crossface applied and he screams in agony ,he won't want to show his face around here again.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Well someone is confident!
This is OCW if you ain't confident you got no place here!
The scene opens up with a shot of the Statue of Liberty. The camera suddenly cuts to the v.i.p. parking area of the arena. A black car rolls up to the Valet and the window rolls down.
Valet: Hello, may I get your name, please.
The camera cuts to the man in the car.
Jookie Marley: May you have my name? You don't recognize me, bruh? I'm that guy, the three-time Ex Division Champion. The first OCW Light Heavyweight Champion.
Valet: Nope, don't know you, and I can't let you through if your name is not on this list.
Jookie Marley: Well I'm your favorite wrestlers, favorite wrestler. I'm that guy, Jookie Marley.
The Valet shuffles back and forth through the list in his hand.
Valet: Sorry, I don't see a Jookie Marley on the wrestler's list.
Jookie Marley: Hahahaaaaaa you got me. Jokes over, now let me through. I have to get in there before the Anniversary Show begins.
Valet: Now I definitely know you're not an OCW wrestler. The Anniversary Show was on Sunday.
Jookie Marley: I..I knew that. I was just trying to fool you. I was at the Anniversary Show on Sunday.
Valet: You must have been in the crowd because I worked at that show also and I didn't see you at all.
Jookie Marley: You didn't see me because I was chauffered and you weren't important enough to be on the inside of the arena.
Valet: On Sunday I actually worked my second job as a Security Officer. And I saw every wrestler who entered and left the arena and you weren't one of them.
Jookie Marley becomes furious.
Jookie Marley: So what if I wasn't at the show, dammit. I'm an OCW wrestler so you're either gonna let me through or I'm gonna run ya ass over.
Valet: Sir I'm just doing my job. I can't let you through without your name being on this list. So can you please go to the public parking lot and make your way to the main entrance to get a ticket for tonights show. That is the only way you're gonna get into the arena.
Jookie Marley pulls out his phone and starts to show the Valet some pictures.
Jookie Marley: I'm a DAMN wrestler. Here's a pic of me winning the EX Division title for the first time, and here's a pic of me KD and Smythe back in our Darkside days.
Valet: Alright, well I guess you used to wrestle in OCW but you're still not getting in.
Jookie Marley: F THIS! IM TIRED OF TALKING.
Jookie Marley opens his car door and gets out of his car. The Valet pulls out his two-way radio.
Valet: CAN I GET SO SECURITY TO THE VALET PARKING AREA.
Just then a BMW drives up and suddenly stops. The window rolls down.
Jim Black: Jook what the hell are you doing out here?
Valet: Jim you know this man?
Jim Black: Yeah! That's Jookie Marley, he used to wrestle for OCW. He's safe, you can let him in.
The Valet turns to Jookie Marley.
Valet: Jim vouched for you so you're all set. You can go on through.
Jookie Marley re-enters his car and spits at the Valet before driving off. The camera cuts to ringside.
