Terra’s music continues to play through the speaker system as the crowd gives her a healthy dose of cheering. She shyly smiles and walks over to collect a nearby microphone.
She lifts the mic to speak, but can’t seem to find her words and takes one more look around at the packed arena.
Terra:Salve, OCW!
Terra: I thank you for allowing me a chance to join you out here and speak my mind.
Terra: It’s been hard for me in places like this. Ever since I was a young girl, the only place that ever embraced who I am was the soil. When I was shoved into silence or torn down by the unkind words of my peers…
Terra: I always found comfort in the caring arms of our grace, Mater Natura.
Terra paces around the ring, collecting her thoughts.
Terra: There have been times in my life where I wanted to quit. I truly believed that there were no right ways to live in this world.
Terra’s eyes begin to tear up as she continues to speak. Small tears fall down her cheek, but she doesn’t lose the smile. She continues speaking, staying strong this time around.
Terra: I have never been good at this sort of thing.
Terra: Whenever I get scared. Whenever I felt alone. Whenever I get nervous… Our Earth was there for me. My Mater held me together when my brain was incapable of doing so.
Terra: Since I’ve grown, I’ve made it my goal to return the favor. I came here to return the favor. I thought I could do it alone. One by one - finding those that harm the most beautiful gift we’ve ever received as people…
Terra: … and changing them.
Terra: But soon… Soon I learned that this environment is not unlike those I have been a part of my entire life.
Terra: My brothers and my sisters are just as nature intended them to be… Placing self-preservation above all else.
Terra: I do not place blame or hold hatred for anyone back there that has wronged me. I don’t have an angry thought in my mind, because that would only lead to more pain for everyone.
Terra: However… I especially hold a deep love and gratefulness towards Ms. Alyssa Winters. Ms. Winters taught me a powerful lesson that I will not forget.
Terra: She taught me that no matter how much I love… How much I try to spread cheer and kindness backstage, sometimes the only option is competition. Sometimes the best option is to smile through the pain.
Terra removes the flower garland from her head and gently places it on the corner turnbuckle.
Terra: So thanks to some of the kindest souls I’ve ever met in my life… I’ve learned how to stand up for myself and continue to fight through these feelings instead of hiding from them.
Tears continue to fall down Terra’s cheeks, but she remains upright in the ring, never losing the confidence in her voice. She leans down and removes a small band from her boot.
Terra: I will never stop in my mission to make the world a better place. To show love whenever and wherever I can… But thankfully, now I have more means in which to help me. I want to be a part of OCW.
Terra: Because the more OCW thrives, the more I can show people that love will always win.
The smiling Terra Daturas places the mic on the mat and ties her short brown hair back in a small knot behind her head and removes her black #ShowLove/#TerraRising shirt.
Her well-kempt hair now tied back, as if she was ready for a match, she picks the mic back up to finish her thoughts.
Terra: Thank you, everyone, for giving me the opportunity to share.
She again places the mic down on the mat before posing to the crowd to the sound of cheers.
The masked luchador Mistico is able to be seen down the hall from the LHW Champion Drago Cesar. He is holding a steel chair and seems to be trying to creep up on Drago. Once he makes it behind him, he raises it like he is about to hit him before pulling the seat out and setting it down next to Drago and sitting in the chair.
Drago turns around, noticing the sound of the chair hitting the ground. He scratches his head in confusion.
Drago: Uhh…..You need something?
Mistico motions to another chair leaning against the wall. Drago shrugs and removes the chair from the wall, setting it up in front of Mistico.
Mistico: Y’know… I’m with these guys that everyone thinks is bad. That doesn’t mean I have to be the same way all the time. I just wanted to congratulate you on retaining against me. I get that it might not mean much since I’m pretty new here but.. I felt like I should say it anyways.
Drago: Thanks….I guess? Is kind of strange you do this when you hanging around with people who want to end legend career and terrorize the shows.
Drago points to Mistico.
Drago: You got something special though. Is why you have that tag team championship.
Mistico: Yeah.. I guess you’re right.
Mistico looks at the LHW Champion and chuckles
Mistico: I guess I’m glad that I didn’t hit you with the chair. You’re a good guy Drago.
Mistico holds his hand out as a sign of respect towards his opponent from earlier that night. Drago shrugs and shakes his hand. He watches as Mistico folds up the chair and takes it with him as he leaves.
TABLES MATCH K'DANGELO vs KASSIDY HAYES
The night sky opens up the scene, with the cacophony of sound that is New York City creating a distance soundtrack in the background. The camera pans down, showing the exterior of Madison Square Garden, a flickering glow illuminating the wall from below.
As the camera reaches the ground level, we can see the One Man Revolution and current Pride Champion, Bobby Minio, standing in the parking lot, his title strapped around his waist as he shovels handfuls of FAME t-shirts into a fire inside of a metal barrel.
Bobby Minio: I probably should have tricked his arrogant ass into signing them first but, hey, not like these things were selling.
The sound of heavy metal thudding can be heard off camera, pulling Minio’s attention away from the t-shirts. He drops the last few he had in his hands into the barrel, and peers around the flames climbing upward towards the building.
The door from the backstage area bounces on its hinges after being shoved open, with Tiberius Dupree sauntering out into the parking lot towards Minio.
Bobby Minio: So glad you could finally join me, Tibby. Hey, would you like a shirt? I suggest getting one quick before this fire sale ends.
Dupree: Why are you like this? Did your mother drink paint thinner while you were sucking on her lopsided tit. You know that’s what you are Bobby, a phreaking lopsided tit who’s now working for free.
He chuckles to himself.
Dupree: You can pay me back right before you pay back all the money you owe Sensation.
Bobby Minio: Oh I definitely plan on paying you back, Tibbs. This right here?
Minio waves his hand towards the burning FAME shirts.
Bobby Minio: This is just the first installment, Legend.
Dupree: You always have something to say, ALWAYS. I’ve listened to the same mediocre spiel from you time and time again. This is why I kept you buried knee deep in busy work to stop that goddamn disgusting mouth of yours from spreading it’s filth.
Spittle flies from his mouth which sizzles over the lit barrel.
Bobby Minio: Trust me, I don’t need you to sit here and remind me that you and your “boys” have turned TRUTH into a dirty word.
Dupree: Now you’re just being annoying, you’ve literally cost me precious time and money.
Bobby Minio:
You were supposed to fade away to nothing like you always do. Inception was supposed to fold under the weight of it’s own insignificance like every other faction hellbent on saving OCW.
Bobby Minio: Different year, different OCW. You’re so used to doing the same old shit that you assume everyone else is emulating you, doing the same old shit.
Bobby Minio:
Inception was never here to SAVE the OCW, Inception is here to provide push back against the overwhelming forces of unwarranted arrogance and empty bravado, then when you and Ortiz decided to share Pugh’s Uber straight to hell, you fit the bill perfectly.
Minio grins over towards Dupree, the flicker of the flames dancing in his eyes as his brow furrows down.
Dupree: Kneesus Christ, since I can’t get you to shut the hell up and disappear back into the flakiness of yesteryear. I guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands and take your Pride Championship by force.
Dupree cuts his classic half smile.
Dupree: See I was going to put you in a 10 man battle royal for you know “pride’s sake” but I’ve always been a man of quality over quantity...
Bobby Minio: So show some quality, for once in the twilight of your career. Show that you have some quality of character, you come at me head on, you deal with the consequences like a goddamned adult and not like a power tripping proxy abuser.
Dupree: Fine! I won’t meddle in your mediocre affairs. If you beat me, which you phreaking won’t, I’ll gladly let you and your merry boy band skip off into the sunset with no issue.
Bobby Minio: Tibby, when I beat you, you won’t have an ounce of legitimacy left to stand on to even use to bully me or the team. When I beat you, you and I? We’ll be entered into a pact, a pact between you, me, and thousands of our not closest friends.
Bobby Minio:
It’s going to be a pact of unshakable truth. That you held me down because you never wanted to see what I was capable of, and you ducked me all of these years, because you didn’t want to be the name that I cemented my legacy on.
Minio shifts his weight to his back foot, before unfastening the Pride Championship title from his waist and slinging it over his shoulder with a dull slap of the leather across his back. He pats the face of the title and nods over the barrel toward Dupree.
Bobby Minio: The Pride title and I will be waiting.
The OCW Pride Champion and OCW Hall of Famer stare at each other as the camera pans out. The smoldering barrel between them a symbol of the burning intensity that has built up over the years.
The camera fades to black as a silhouette of the two frame a perfect picture for an upcoming Certified Greatness poster.
