We cut into the lavish Dominion locker room backstage. The room is quiet other than the sound of Danny Watts’ footsteps pacing back and forth.
Tony: Danny mate you’ve been moving around like that for 10 minutes now. What is wrong?
Danny stops and turns to Tony.
Danny: (it’s bs! We got fucked on Tony! Wrestlelution was supposed to be our show!)
Tony: I know and it was in many ways. Rusty and I got the job done, and we all know how unpredictable triple threats can be. The only one of us who didn’t compete in a triple threat was me.
Danny: And that doesn’t make you angry?
Tony: Well, of course I’m annoyed that we all aren’t holding gold right now. But we do what we’ve always done, move on and find our next challenge. Use it as fuel, Danny. We know it’s not fair so we try even harder to take what’s ours.
Rust: Tony is right. You should learn to control your feelings. I know how uncomfortable it is. But that's why we are a unit. So nobody’s falls.
Danny: It’s a joke man! I had that match won so many times. We had this right there for the taking. Dominion walking out with 4 championships. But let’s put 3 of those guys are in matches where they have a 66% chance of losing. Let’s throw a man who has no place in my rematch!
Danny: Let’s take Nate’s big match and throw Kassidy Hayes right in there to lose a match the GTGOAT was crushing! It was all ours and now its not!
Looks at Nate angrily.
Danny: And what about you, why aren’t you upset?
Nate smirks before beginning to speak. He speaks in a tone that is loud enough to hear, but low enough that the members of Dominion have to listen intently to hear him.
Nate: Who said I’m not upset. A moment 15 years in the making was taken from me, by two sons of trash, one of which only did it because he could. I am more upset than you could ever know.
Nate: But an Alpha doesn’t yell or scream, they don’t need to. Quartz knows his time can still come, and Kass knows damn well to stay out of my way.
Nate: An Alpha is cold and calculating Danny, thinking steps ahead of the rest of the pack, to put them in the best possible position for success.
Nate: You want to be angry, you want to fight someone? Then fight me…
Nate stands up and buttons up his suit jacket exiting the scene. Danny starts attempting to walk off after Nate but is stopped quickly by Tony.
Tony: No-no-no-no-no. Let’s have a think before we do anything daft, eh? Tensions are running high now and that’s fine.
Danny tries to barge past Tony but Tony successfully manages to restrain him.
Tony: Look, I know you’re angry. If you have to settle things with Nate just give it a bit of time, please.
Danny’s resolve eventually fades. Tony exchanges a worried glance with Rust who adjusts his hoody and stands up.
Rust: I will return....
The OCW Pride Champion Rust Cohle makes his way to the ring!
Backstage in the interview area Stacy Clark is standing by with Marisa X$pen$ive and Alex Asher.
Alex and Marisa are all over each other, hugging and kissing. Stacy looks uncomfortable and coughs loudly. Marisa rolls her eyes and turns to Stacy Clark.
Stacy Clark: “Marisa can you explain your brutal actions tonight? What was the attack on Valkyrie all about!?
Alex Asher pipes in.
Alex Asher: “isn’t she so hot when she gets aggressive like that!”
Marisa X$pen$ive: “Thanks babe. You wanna know why huh! Well I’ll tell you why Stacy! I am sick and tired of all these other females being praised around here and stepping in front of me!
Marisa X$pen$ive: All I’ve been hearing is Valkyrie this and Valkyrie that after she defeated Terra Daturas at Lution. It is due time that the next generation of OCW shines!
Marisa X$pen$ive: The vets need to step aside because they’re yesterday’s news. I don’t care if I have to take them out one by one I will!
Marisa X$pen$ive: So when I saw Valkyrie in that ring it enraged me. I was sure that Terra took her out of the picture but obviously she didn’t get the job done. So I decided to finish it!
Marisa X$pen$ive: Who does Valkyrie think she is. Just comes back and gets put right back in the spotlight. I cannot sit back and deal with this any longer. I hope I put her out for a long time.
Marisa X$pen$ive: Hopefully she just retires from wrestling. Her time is over in my back! Now if you don’t mine, Alex and I have a date, a very expensive date.
Marisa X$pen$ive: I’m sure you wouldn’t know anything about that though Stacy. A plain jane like you has a very incomparable lifestyle than I. Take care honey. Oh and by the way those shoes are hideous. Trash them!”
Marisa laughs as her and Asher walk off arm in arm. Stacy just shakes her head as the scene fades away.
A familiar pickup truck pulls into the parking lot of the OCW Arena, the door flying open to reveal a simmering Joshua Reese, clearly still feeling the effects of the backstage assault at Wrestlelution.
The pain of his injuries, however, is clearly nothing compared to the wounds left by El Parca’s betrayal, and no sooner has Joshua entered the building then does the patriarch of the Reese clan make his intentions clear.
Joshua Reese: Miguel! Miguel! Where are you hidin’, goddammit! MIGUEL!
Papa Reese is clearly spoiling for a fight, and trudges past concerned crew and talent alike as he makes his way through the halls towards catering.
However, before any encounter between Joshua and Parca can occur, another competitor interjects himself—none other than a very concerned Christian Garcia… wearing a ‘Big Country’ t-shirt, grey jeans, and a pair of fingerless gloves. His eyes are as bleary and unfocused as they were at Wrestlelution.
His hair is longer, his beard is thicker, and he carries a haggard look that implies he’s spent far too much time thinking about his pre-Wrestlelution woes.
Christian: Oye, Mr. Reese, I thought you were restin’ up after that shit at ‘Lution. What’re you doin’ here?
Joshua: Boy, if you don’t know where Miguel is, I suggest you be gettin’ out of my way, I’ve no time for conversation.
Christian puts his hands up and takes a step back.
Christian: Woah, woah, woah, Mr. Reese, I get it. We all saw what Parca did. That shit made me sick, and it wasn’t my son out there getting his head kicked in by his so-called best friend, so believe me, I get that you want payback.
Christian:
But Parca’s not gonna take it easy on you just because you’re not in this business. You don’t wanna square up to him, not now, and definitely not when you’re hurt.
Joshua: You’re damn right, it ain’t your son out there. My boy may never do what he loves ever again because of those Dillinger rats, and I’m supposed to just sit there and watch?
Joshua:
I’m supposed to just watch these snakes poison the company Mark poured his heart and soul into from my couch? After what they did to my son, to my family?
Christian: Joshua, cálmate, cálmate. Calm down. I know. I get that you’re pissed off, I do, and I know you wanna get back at El Parca, but this isn’t the way to do it.
Christian:
You think he won’t do the same thing he did to Mark to you? Do you remember what happened last time you tried to stick your nose in El Parca’s business?
Joshua: Young man, I’m only gonna tell you one more time. Either tell me where he is, or get movin’.
There’s a long pause where both men stare each other down. Christian blinks first, letting out a long, deep sigh.
Christian: You know, when you hit a guy in the back of the head with a chair, you’d think he’d get the message the first time.
The rookie cuts his eyes to a nearby production cart, then to the wall near it, then back to Joshua.
Christian: Maybe if I just hit you in the face, the message would have stuck.
As Joshua realizes what Christian just implied, Christian throws a wide haymaker that lands clean on the man’s jaw, sending him stumbling towards the production cart, which Christian grabs him by the head and slams him into, once, twice, then three times, before grabbing him by the collar, whipping him around, and tossing him bodily into the side of it. Christian backs up a step before squatting down to yell at the floored old man.
Christian: How stupid do you gotta be to think Parca didn’t know you were gonna be here, old man? How stupid do you gotta be to think that we didn’t plan for this? This is gonna keep happening! This is gonna keep happening until you learn not to fuck with us!
Christian considers something as Joshua struggles to kneel beside the container.
Christian: On second thought…
Christian takes a few more steps back before squatting down again, making a ‘picture frame’ with his hands and sizing up Joshua.
Satisfied with what he sees, he takes off into a short sprint before throwing his knee into Joshua’s head, smashing it against the container with a loud ‘BANG’ and causing the old man to drop, unconscious, to the floor.
Christian lingers, his knee pressed against the container as he stares down at his handiwork, his expression completely emotionless.
Christian: I don’t get paid enough to put up with your old hillbilly ass every week.
With that, Christian rips off the Big Country shirt like it’s on fire, throwing it onto the motionless Joshua’s head as he walks away.
Christian: I got a job to do, anyway. Adios.
Christian walks away as the cameras fade to black.
BY POPULAR DEMAND EL PARCA* vs. H20
WHAT A SHOW YOU GUYS ARE INSANE I'M GOING TO GO ENJOY MY VACATION NOW, DON'T FORGET TO DISCUSS ON THE FORUMS!
