Following his matchup against Sheldon Tremblay, OCW North American Champion, El Parca storms into his locker room. Parca whips the North American Championship at his gear bag as he picks up a nearby chair and whips it at the wall.

Parca screams out in frustration as he turns around and flips over a table with his gear bag, the North American Championship, and scattered snacks. Parca whips around and sees the cameraman looking at him.

Parca: Oh puto you wanna watch eh? Bring your ass over here then.

Parca grabs the cameraman as he yanks him forward with his face closer to the camera lense.

Parca: Oh Elliot.. what have you done? What did I tell you? WHAT DID I TELL YOU. I’ll give it to you, you got me. You got in my head, which means you know I’ll give you what you want Parker.

Parca: Don’t come to New York? You got it. Elliot Parker vs. Gran Primero. It’s yours Parker, because I PROMISE you, you shouldn’t have brought my family into this.

Parca: My mother? My father? You’re gonna wish you never morphed into two. I’ll destroy you and then I’ll destroy that other version of you too Parker.

Parca shoves the cameraman away as he grabs at his mask still enraged.

Parca: You got too close to the sun Parker, and just like Icarus you’re gonna fall and not know what to do. I PROMISE Parker, when I’m done with you? You’re gonna wish I gave you mercy.

Parca: I TOLD YOU NOT TO PLAY GAMES WITH ME. But now? I must make you pay the ultimate sacrifice..

The door to the locker room slowly opens and closes as Parca looks over to see who it is. He notices who it is and immediately quiets down.

Catriona: Miguel? Primero? Estas bien? Eek. I hope I said that right!

Catriona moves closer to El Parca, placing her hand on his shoulder.

Catriona: I saw what happened out there. You can’t let that bring you down, Primero. That’s what they want.

She notices Parca’s fists still clenched and his body still just as tense as the moment she entered, clearly still furious over what’s been happening lately.

Catriona: Did you know that I spent a bit of time down in Mexico? When I turned 18, I left Scotland to travel, to get better at my craft.

Catriona: I met a group of people in Oaxaca. They taught me a lot of things, but one thing in particular that I remember…was Serena.

Parca steps away as Cat’s hand slides off of his shoulder. He walks over to the North American Championship and picks it up as he stares at it then looks back to her.

Parca: He went to my family, Cat. Over this? I can’t- I-

Parca shakes his head and then visibly starts over.

Parca: What were you saying?

Catriona: Serena, mi Primero. Be calm. Be serene. It sounds a little tree-hugger, but trust me. When I was 18, I was wild. Angry. Constantly on the verge of doing things that just weren’t me.

Catriona: If you can channel Serena, you’ll be golden. If you can ease your mind, that man Elliot Parker can’t play games with you. He knows he can get under your skin, because he knows how angry you are on the inside.

The Black Sheep places the palm of her hand slowly over the top of Miguel’s head.

Catriona: Get all that noise of that pretty head of yours.

Parca drops the championship out of his hand as he grabs Cat’s other hand which isn’t on the top of his head. He takes a deep breath as he begins to finally calm down.

Parca: I haven’t felt… this, in quite some time actually. This last year has just been… so much. It’s just very hard to remain calm, or sane for that matter when you have so many expectations of yourself. It feels like ghosts from my past keep coming back.

Parca: Or, maybe it’s just karma for all the shit I’ve done.

Catriona: You can’t think like that! Yes, you’ve done some things that have been morally questionable, but at the end of the day; you’re still just a human.

Catriona: You did what you had to do to make it where you are to support your family. Underneath it all, you’re just Miguel. A kind, tenderhearted person.

Catriona: You might think that the things you have done are the reason things are going wrong, but that’s not true. The things you’ve done got you to where you are right now.

Catriona: The things you’ve done lead you to this moment. El Primero isn’t the only part of you that needs some love. Miguel is calling out for it, too.

Catriona smiles, as El Parca finally seems to have become Serena.

Catriona: Look ahead to the hopefulness of the future. Not the regret of the past. And what’s ahead for El Primero? Taking The Prophet’s arm and shoving it up the Angel’s arse. Just be Serena, hermoso.

Parca looks back at Catriona now fully calmed down looking relieved. He drops his head in a sigh of relief as Cat’s hand is on his face. The two come in for a hug as the cameras back away and cut to commercial.

It’s a warm beautiful day out where the cameras pick up. In the surrounding area, we see three pickup trucks, a few ratty broken down cars, some missing wheels, others missing doors, and miscellaneous pieces.

The cameras zoom back as we see a house revealed in the shot that is familiar to OCW viewers. A woman can be heard yelling out inside the house calling for someone. The cameras make their way closer as a different vehicle begins to pull into the long driveway of the premises.

As a 2007 Chevy Silverado pulls up the long narrow dirt path, the windows are fully tinted, and there’s no music coming from the vehicle.

The inhabitants of the house aren’t aware of the car pulling up as finally it reaches the end of the driveway next to the other three parked pickup trucks.

The Silverado idles for a minute as it’s put in park and then cut off. The driverside door swings open as coming out of the vehicle is The Angel, The Angel looks around the area as he quickly notices the door to the front of the house.

He begins walking his way up to the house his attention is temporarily taken by a dog he hears barking from inside the window watching him.

As the ruckus continues the woman we heard earlier peers out the window and notices The Angel. She opens the door revealing herself to be Isabella, El Parca’s mother.

Isabella: Excuse me? Do we know you? If not, do you mind explaining to me what you’re doing here?

Finally taking his attention away from the dog, he walks over to the window, extending a hand.

Angel: Good evening, Señora Ramos. I come on behalf of a greater power. I had a few questions about your faith in God, and what he wants of you.

Isabella: Do I know you? What business do you have here? I don’t think I’ll be shaking your hand at all. Faith in god? Are you crazy? You sound delusional, and you need to leave.

Seeming perplexed for a moment, The Angel thinks for a second and then holds up 2 fingers. He then takes a step back, looks at the lawn, and crouches down, pressing his fingers into the ground.

A few seconds of this, and the grass seems to grow instantly, making the lawn appear more full. He then returns to Isabella, with a sly, yet serious look on his face.

Angel: Now, if I were crazy, would I be able to do something like that? Now, Señora Ramos, may we step inside to continue this discussion?

Stunned by the emphatic confidence, Isabella stays in the doorway not budging. Staring at the Angel she is nervous but refuses to give any ground.

Isabella: I think you’re in the wrong place sir. This isn’t where you think you need to be. So please, before anything has to get worse, leave.

Angel: Ma’am please! It’s about your son.

Hearing that it’s about her son, Isabella lowers her guard a bit as a small frown appears on her face.

Isabella: Go on, you have very limited time but I’ll hear you out.

Angel: Look. You don’t trust me. I get that. But right now, an associate of mine and I need your help. We want the same thing you want.

Angel: We want Miguel back, the REAL Miguel back, just as much as you and your Husband do. But as it stands now, myself and my Prophet can’t make that happen.

Angel: I want nothing else but your assistance in making this happen. If you want, there are other benefits for yourself and your family. Nothing you have to take of course. Just hear me out, Señora Ramos. Just this once.

After hearing all the commotion, we see Hector Ramos, El Parca’s father, make his way up to the house from the garage in the background. Flanking behind him however, is a Boulder of a man, none other than El Parca’s old best friend. Mark Reese.

Mark and Hector walk up to Isabella and the Angel as Hector calls out to him.

Hector: Mi amor, who is this man? Amigo, what do you think you’re doing here?

Reese: That’s no man, he’s a snake in the grass. He’s not here for no good, I’ll tell you that much.

Isabella: He’s here because of Miguel, Hector. He wants to.. help.. us get our boy back.

Reese immediately scowls at the Angel as he suspects that isn’t the truth.

Reese: You listen here, Elliot, Angel, Prophet, Goobity Gopher or whatever in tarnation you wanna be known as, I’m not exactly the brightest at rememberin’ people's pronouns, but I got a TV.

Reese: I watch the OCW shows and I know exactly what you’re here to do… You’re here to try and tear down what’s left of my lil buddies soul because… Well… You’re afraid of him reclaimin’ it..

Reese: So I tell you what… I don’t know what you like to call yourself, but you got five seconds to turn tail and get the heck outta here before I make it so the only thing you identify as is… Slammed.

Angel: Mr. Reese, nice to see you again. I can tell you have some reprehensions about me. But know this. I only want what you want, Big Country.

Angel: Now, seeing as these days I am not so keen on confrontations, I’m going to do as you request. Señora Ramos, my offer is still open to you, and it always will be.

Angel: Tell Mr. Reese here about it as well. There would definitely be something in it for him as well.

With this The Angel turns around as Reese is clenching his meaty ham fists ready for action. The Angel gets back into the trailblazer as he starts backing out of the driveway. The cameras pan to the distance and fade to black.

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