Mistico was seen walking down the hallways of backstage Riot, he’d then knock on the door to the locker room.
Mistico: Parca, ¿Estás ahí?
Parca: Si, Mistico! It is me! Abre la puerta!
Mistico would then open up the door and walk in.
Parca: Please, sit down amigo. We sure had a good match out there didn’t we?
Mistico: Si, I heard you were hoping you could meet me back when you first joined, figured this would be a good time.
Mistico chuckles and takes a seat.
Parca: Si! You are very right my friend. It is amazing to see fellow luchadors here in OCW. And then, getting to have a match with you? Now that was tremendous! Oh, before I forget would you like a drink or anything friend?
Parca then opens up a small mini fridge and holds out a bottle of water towards Mistico seeing if he is thirsty.
Mistico would shake his head and point to his mask that covered his mouth.
Mistico: No, thank you though. I honestly saw some of me in you when I heard you on the Clarke Effect.
Parca: Oh? Is that so?
Mistico: Yeah, when I heard what you said, it reminded me of what I came into this business about. I came here to put on a show and represent Mexico in a good light especially with all the bad that was happening around there when I grew up.
Parca: Ah.. yes. That was my goal from the start when I began training. Me and mi papa, had always dreamed I could come to America; and put on spectacles for the crowds. I will say, some of my performances haven’t been the best but I know I go out there and put on fights week in and week out. I’m sure all of us luchadors can respect that.
Mistico nods.
Mistico: Exactly, that’s honestly why I was rethinking Scumciety, now that I see people like you coming in, people that lived through what I did, I think you and I could possibly do something around here, even if it’s just backing each other up. I think I might be done tagging for a while but I still think we could stick together.
Parca: My friend.. always! As luchadors we must stick together! You’ve seen how some of these men around here can whip us around like string cheese yes? Mi papa always told me. “A luchador from Mexico isn’t another luchador no. That is your family, and we protect family.” So, for as long as we both are here I will have your back amigo.
Parca extends his hand closed in the motion of a fist bump as he’s smiling towards Mistico.
Mistico would fist bump him and nod.
Mistico: Good, I know there are a couple more I wanted to talk to but since I saw potential in you, I wanted to come talk to you first but I wanted to wait until I knew we’d both be around.
Parca: Gracias amigo. It means a lot to me at this time. Always know, if you need my help you can always call on me. For, as luchadors from Mexico we are familia.
Mistico: Eso es bueno escuchar, amigo. I’m hoping that maybe one day we can bring you over to Turmoil.
He’d laugh
Mistico: Y’know, where the real fights are. Still can’t get behind Riot.
Parca chuckles.
Parca: Someday amigo! But for now I must prove myself over here. Turmoil has you, we wouldn’t want to overwhelm them now would we?
Mistico would smile behind his mask.
Mistico: I guess that’s true, if you need me, call me or text me. Here’s my number.
Mistico pulls out his phone from his hoodie pocket and tap on it a few times before bringing up his number and showing Parca it.
Parca pulls out his phone, looking back and forth at times from his phone, and Mistico’s. Finally, he picks his head up and gives him a nod.
Mistico’s phone then vibrates in his hand.
Parca: And now, you have mine as well!
Mistico would tap a few more times on his phone and stand up, putting the phone away and holding his hand out to shake it.
Mistico: Alright, I’ll talk to you later.
Parca extends his hand and shakes Mistico’s hand.
Parca: See you later amigo!
Mistico would head out the door as the camera stopped recording.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Mutual Respect!
BUILD IT 10 FEET HIGHER!
THE CAMERA PANS TO THE RAMP! CAINE
We fade into the P3 Soundstage with music that sounds like 70’s Funk, matter of fact, it’s the Shaft soundtrack. The original Shaft, maybe the one with Samuel L Jackson but definitely the one with Richard Roundtree.
As the music plays we see Drago, Mugen and “Fred” pop out from behind the curtain sauntering into their spots like a bunch of cool bad ass motha*****.
???: Ladies and gentlemen. Presenting the coolest tag team hailing from the mean streets. Causing hell up in Harlem, they’re one bad motha SHUT YO MOUTHS…..P3!
Drago sits on the couch smoking a huge cigar, puffing so quickly that the entire soundstage is enveloped in smoke. The audience members are coughing and Bubba is seen wearing a gas mask. Mugen pulls out his Juul and takes a monster hit.
Mugen: I have to get my work in before No Juul July. But anyways…………..I am MUGEN!
Drago: I am Drago.
Together: AND WE ARE…………..P3!
The audience is clapping through the smoke and coughing. The advanced Ventilation 5000 System (not related to Powerman 5000) starts sucking up all the smoke in the room and cleans it out for the audience. AHEM.
Drago: We have very special guest this week.
Mugen: Yes we do indeed. A man who you may say has a lot going for him on his head.
Drago: We bring Ter Garden to the Bonanza!
Drago leans in, trying to read from the cue card.
Drago: Tre Golden. Right. Is what I said first time.
From behind the curtains a man who looks about 50 pounds overweight, 8 inches too short and hair 5 times the size of his head comes through the curtains and yells….
“Tre Golden”: I AM TRE! ITS GOLDEN TIME!
Suddenly, he is afro-butted from behind by the real Tre Golden. He hoists him up on his shoulders and walks over to Mugen’s desk. He then delivers the Golden Opportunity through the desk. Mugen raises his hands back.
Tre: Your Desk is broken.
The crowd claps while several staff members replace the desk immediately and drag “Tre”’s corpse away. The real Tre has a seat next to Drago.
Drago: So you have interesting history with some people.
Mugen: When we talk about some of the greatest tag teams and factions in OCW history…..A-Team, Biger Lunny, the list goes on……
Drago: Tell us about Ragnarok.
Tre simply stares at Drago. Mugen leans in on his desk, stroking his chin.
Mugen: You remember that one time you guys fought Leon at Lution?
Tre glares at Mugen, staring a hole through him.
Mugen: ….Right, I don’t remember much of that either.
There’s an extremely awkward silence for a few moments. Drago attempts to take a drag from the cigar but its not lit anymore so he just coughs and looks toward Mugen.
Mugen: So let’s turn things over to the streets of New York with our foreign news correspondent, Cesar LeDouche!
The feed transitions to a local bodega as a poorly disguised Drago Cesar, wearing a New York Knicks cap, a Yankees bomber jacket and Red Timbs stares at the camera.
Cesar LeDouche: Yo.
Mugen: What can you tell us about OCW Tag Teams in the past not named P3?
Cesar LeDouche: Wack, b.
Mugen: And that’s all we have this week from Cesar LeDouche!
Cesar flashes a piece sign and grins showing off his platinum grills. The studio audience claps while Bubba has a tear in his eye. Tre looks around, wondering what just happened. He looks toward Drago and notices that he has a huge afro on his head.
Tre: The hell is this about?
Drago: Can you scratch my head? Is very itchy.
Tre: No!
Mugen: Do you have lice? Are you contagious?
Drago: Please.
Tre hesitantly reaches his hand out to Drago’s afro. Wait oh yeah, Drago grew an afro in between scenes. Hooray for Drago. Tre carefully searches through Drago’s afro and feels something rather unusual.
Tre: It’s like….something solid in there.
Drago’s afro starts shuffling around left and right until a huge lion head flies out of it.
Tre: WHAT THE F-
Drago: Oh, so that where my Bubba Drone went. Say hi to Bubba Drone.
The drone levitates in front of Tre and he tries to swipe it away. The drone does an evasive maneuver and avoids being smacked.
Mugen: Yeaaaaas. It possesses greater evasive maneuvers than your tag partner!
Tre walks up to Mugen.
Tre: Say that again.
Drago: He just saying Cobra maybe no good at avoiding delivering of the hands, you know?
Tre quickly turns around and power walks toward Drago. Drago notices too late and already he is hoisted on Tre’s shoulders. Drago starts flailing around, screaming.
Drago: AAAAAHHHHH! MUGEN DO SOMETHING!
Mugen: I got you, old sport!
Mugen then jumps on top of Drago, conveniently placing himself on top of Tre’s shoulders.
Mugen: This’ll soften the impact!
Drago: Wait no!
Tre has both members of P3 adjacent to the desk, then he delivers the Golden Opportunity through it.
The camera pans to the announce team.
HAHAHAAHAHAAHHA!
.........But why?
BOBBY MINIO(c)
vs
ANTONIO EVERRETT(c)
The camera pans to the announce team.
Good god almighty!
What a fight!
The OCW Universe pops as the scene fades in from commercial to see OCW Tag Team champions Rust Cohle and Inness Quartz walking backstage, mid-conversation.
Rust: ...and that’s what I’m getting at here, Quartzy. We’re like 2 months away from going wire-to-wire, my friend!
Rust: CQC walking out of Summercide back to back years as champions. Beating the very best every step of the way.
Rust Cohle is clearly jazzed up, he keeps bouncing around, gesturing wildly in excitement as he is talking. Quartz looks at a door and stops in his tracks. Cohle continues on, we can hear him going on, not even noticing Quartz has stopped.
The camera turns to reveal the name “Harvey Ocean” on the front of the locker room door. Quartz is staring at it intently. He raises his hand to the door to knock, just as Rust Cohle moonwalks into frame, finally realizing his partner stopped.
Rust: What’s up?
Quartz: Just give me one second, Rustin.
Quartz knocks on the door, which creaks open as it wasn’t fully shut.
Inside is Harvey Ocean himself, sitting in a chair, stretching his legs. He notices the door swing open as Quartz applies a little more force. He peers up to one half of the tag champions, but looks back down and continues to stretch when he sees who it is.
Harvey: If you came here looking for The Inception you’re in the wrong place.
Quartz and Rust looks around and to see smelly mops, toilet paper and cleaning supplies.
Rust: By the looks of it, it may be the right place.
Quartz gives a subtle elbow to Rust’s ribs. Harvey stopped and gives him an evil eye but proceeds to stretch.
Harvey: Listen, I came here to have peace and quiet. Not to hear you guys make digs at the possible new tag team champions.
Quartz: I’m not here for those 2.
Harvey: Then why are you here.
Quartz: I don’t actually know. It’s strange to see how much things can change in such a short time. I guess there was something that just drew me into this room after I saw you in the ring last week.
Quartz looks intently, almost suspiciously at Harvey. But then Harvey’s cell phone rings.
He looks down at his phone and realizes it’s Ma2O calling. Harvey gives a “just a moment gesture” to CQC.
Harvey: I’m a little busy at the moment, Ma.
Harvey has his mother on facetime and turns the phone to show her Rust and Quartz. A huge gasp of air can be heard.
Harvey: What?
Ma2O: I just saw..saw… Harvey, was that -
Dad2O: Honey can you help with this computer please?! I am NOT Tech savy.
Harvey: Ma, go help Dad. I gotta go.
Before his mother can respond he ends the call.
Harvey: As you were saying?
Quartz: I just wanted to wish you good luck getting back to being yourself. That man I saw last week, that was not Harvey Ocean.
Harvey shakes his head and laughs slightly to himself, nodding at Quartz and Cohle.
Harvey: I wouldn’t be worrying about me. I think you have your hands plenty full already.
Just as he says it, the camera shows Tyson Wagner walking up behind CQC, growling.
Cyborg: It’s been awhile since I’ve seen some ring action against some year old lunch meat like the two of you.
Cyborg: You know we don’t have to wait for the ink to dry on that contract we signed for Consequences.
Cyborg: We can do this right here right now.
Harvey rushes over and gets between Tyson and CQC.
Harvey: Whoa, wait a minute Tyson! You’re in no shape to compete with that knee. You have a little while longer before you’re back at 100%.
Cyborg: It’s all just for show. Just like them two holding those titles around for as long as they have. Time to put a new face to those titles.
Cyborg: Look what KD did to Doc Green who’s a World Champion and look what I did to the BOTH of them. Us together on the same page is going to be unstoppable.
Rust lets out a big sigh and taps Quartz on the shoulder.
Rust: Just make sure you don’t pick too many fights and get yourself hurt…
CQC walks away, Quartz looking once more back at Harvey, who is corralling Tyson.
