The beeping from a heart monitor continues as the scene fades into a sleeping Terra Daturas, resting in a hospital bed. Holding her hand is Aerith, concerned for her friend.
Aerith: Poor Terra…
She looks over to Dragana, sitting with her arms crossed on the other side of the room. Elsa walks back in with a tray, several food items on top. She places it down on the table near Dragana and hands a wrapped sandwich to Aerith and one to Dragana.
The three women, who look like they’ve been there a while, slowly unwrap their sandwiches.
Elsa: We must be doing something about this…
Dragana: …
Aerith: What can be done? We don’t even know who attacked her and wrecked her place.
Elsa wipes her lips and finishes chewing.
Elsa: But I thinking we can find out.
Drgana peers over to Elsa, inquisitively.
Elsa: Yes, I have watched Justin do detective roles before. I think I can taking some things from him.
She looks focused, beginning to chew faster as she goes through her thoughts.
Elsa: We didn’t finding anything at Terra’s, but I know if we are looking we can be finding evidence and figure out who needs to be punished!
Dragana stops, looking at an unusually aggressive Elsa.
Dragana: Eh?
Elsa: Yes! We will flipping the whole locker room apart if we’re having to!
She jumps out of her seat, her voice rising with each point. She slams the sandwich down on the tray and looks at The Silent Queen.
Elsa: Dragana. Can you call Johnny? Asking him to take another look at Terra’s to see if we can finding anything.
Aerith: But they already checked everything, remember?
Elsa: There has to being something! Don’t you want to finding who did this, Aerith?
Aerith: Of course I do…
Elsa: Dragana… We’re going to talking to some people.
Dragana: Mmm!
Dragana nods before standing and slowly walking over to Terra and gently places her hand over her forehead. She nods once again to her resting friend and walks out with Elsa.
Elsa: Aerith. I needing to you stay here to protect her. We’ll let you knowing if we learn anything new.
Aerith, looking cautious and concerned, looks back at Terra, places her sandwich down and clutches her hand tight. The sounds of a beeping heart monitor once again get louder, eventually climaxing the scene.
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
The camera pans to the announce team.
Sad..
No comment.
THE X-TRON BEGINS TO PLAY A VIDEO!
Previously Recorded
The scene opens up inside the OCW Performance Center. In one of the rings El Parca can be seen. El Parca, running the ropes and practicing springboards, and other moves seen in his moveset can be heard heavily breathing and sighing.
El Parca: I can, I can, I can, I know I can do better. I must do better I must be better for mi papa & mi mama. I must do better for everyone back home. I cannot let them down I can’t keep going this way.
El Parca then waves his hand towards another OCW hopeful who is in the Performance Center as they begin to practice with one another. El Parca then messes up on one of his most used moves and grows frustrated yelling.
El Parca: WHAT. AM. I. DOING. HERE! This is ridiculous foolish I can’t keep going this way. I can’t even do my normal moves anymore.. What has happened to me? How, I just don’t get how.. I know I’m better than what I think.
El Parca: It’s nothing against you amigo, I just don’t know what is going on with me. When I went home and trained with mi papa everything seemed perfect. But, now, this just doesn’t seem like me. It seems as if something shifted or changed but I don’t know exactly what.
El Parca steps out of the ring and sits down in a chair in the corner. As he sits down he puts his head down and lets out a sentence in his native language.
El Parca: Papá, por favor, perdóname, estoy haciendo mi mejor para ti..
El Parca then picks his head up and sees OCW World Champ Doc Green, championship in tow. El Parca, having a few training matches with Doc under his belt decides to approach the champ.
El Parca: Oi Doc, amigo! Do you have a moment to talk?
Doc, his attention piqued, turns to face the up and coming luchador.
Doc: Uhh, yeah, of course man. What do you need?
El Parca: I know you are probably very busy. But, I just can’t seem to shake this mentality.. I also come up short no matter what the cause is whether it’s mine or what. How did you do it? How did you keep your head up at times?
Doc: Hey, you don’t need to explain yourself to me, my door is always open. I was a rookie once too, not all that long ago lest we forget.
El Parca: Of course, of course.
Doc: As far as getting on track, I guess my best advice would be just sticking with it and not resorting to getting cheap, and the results will sort themselves. Those OCW fans will lift you up if you do it for them, and every time I’ve needed them they’ve given me that boost.
Doc: It’s what got me past Pugh, past B17, and it’s what’s going to help me retain again come Consequence whether I face Bingo again, or H2O, or whoever wants a piece of this.
He shakes the championship held in his right hand.
El Parca: Thank you, I appreciate it amigo.
Doc: That’s okay, man. As I said, if you ever need to get any runs in with the best, you know where to find me.
Parca and Doc exchange a friendly fist bump as the scene fades.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Good advice!
IS IT? is it REALLY??!!
T.Y. SPARKS Jr. vs JOSHUA TUCKER
The camera pans to the announce team.
That was a bit!
Game effort!
We fade into the scene as Harvey Ocean begins to knock on The Inception’s door. He hears Bobby asking Tyson how’s his knee. Rumor has it he might have reaggravated it from the fight he had with Soloman Caine.
In any event, Harvey couldn’t muster up to knock on the door and walk in. He walks away from his factions door whispering…
Harvey: I’m sorry, Tyson.
From out of nowhere, Doc Green walks around the corner and bumps into Harvey. Doc takes a quick step back to take a good look at his tag team partner tonight.
Harvey looks even more disheveled than he did last week.
Doc: Oh, hey man. Are you okay? Corr, is that smell you?
He leans in and takes a reluctant sniff of H2O’s shirt, quickly recoiling at the smell.
Harvey: Yes, it’s the same shirt. I didn’t have time to do the laundry. But I have good news and bad news for you.
Doc: That’s good to know, I guess. What’s that?
Harvey: I’m “all washed up”.
Harvey does a Kawhi Leonard laugh as Doc’s face inherits the, “What the fah?” look.
Doc: ...Jheez, I guess so.
Harvey: Look at everyone who’s involved in this match tonight. You got Cort Marshall who’s a Future Investment. You have B17 former CCW Heavyweight Champion that took Wrex AND you to the limit!
Harvey: Then we can’t forget you did something unimaginable and become The OCW Heavyweight Champion against Paul Pugh in your rookie season.
Harvey: That’s why I gave you the honor of being The Head Superstar. I don’t deserve to even be in the same ring with any of you tonight.
Doc sympathetically puts a hand on Harvey’s shoulder.
Doc: Listen, bro. I don’t care about what you look or feel like right now, I just know that somewhere inside you, that the H2O who ended Kassidy Hayes’ reign with this belt is still there. You’re the true head superstar for a reason, and I want you to prove that to me tonight. Can you do that?
Harvey rolls his eyes and bites his bottom lip.
Harvey: All I can say is two things. One, I can try to be a superstar out there tonight.
Harvey: Two, I’m sorry in advance. If anything goes wrong in that ring tonight it’s going to be my fault. I’m the weakest link.
Doc puts his hand out for a handshake. Harvey looks down and without hesitation he shakes his hand.
