“Hagen Frustrated Backstage In The Men’s OCW Riot Locker Room”
Cody: Freaking EMP Telling Me That My Riot Open Challange Got Bumped For Rookie Matches Tonight.
Cody: Guess I’ll Have To Wait Till Turmoil I Guess.
It Is Wrestlution Season After All Everyone Wants To Bust Their Ass & Prove To Themselves That They Should Wrestle At The Biggest Stage In OCWFED History In Las Vegas Nevada.
Cody: Hell I Wanna Be Apart Of It But As Of Recently I’ve Been Struggling In OCW Rookies Are Rising Up While I’ve Been Battling My Own Demons That Being My Struggles.
“Hagen Sits On A Chair And Reflects Of His OCW Career So Far His Fall And Possible Rise And He Watches The TV For The Next Match”
ROOKIE CHALLENGE ALEKSANDER BOLEK vs. TELOS
We find ourselves in a familiar place, quite familiar in fact- we’ve seen a lot of this gym from Dragana Cesar and Bertha Stigglitz’ recent escapades.
This time, however, Regina Tacet is there with a different women’s regent- the self proclaimed King Kaffee, to be specific. Both women sit on one of the training mats, side by side, just… looking at each other.
Jasmin attempts to speak, but as has been the usual lately, her voice fails her, and she starts back with the horrific coughing that has become the norm for her as of late.
Dragana looks horrified, reaching over to attempt to help in some way, but unfortunately, there’s not much she can do but ride it out.
After a painfully long fit, Jasmin manages to straighten herself up, and attempts to speak again, only for Dragana to place a finger to her lips.
Dragana: Shh.
She then holds up her hand, palm facing Jasmin. ‘Stop.’ Jasmin’s eyes narrow, her lips drawn in a tight frown. She’s clearly frustrated with her newfound lack of voice, but Dragana seems to be patient. She starts signing out to the other woman.
Dragana: Do you know sign language?
Jasmin, surprisingly, signs back, though it takes her a second to think about it. The two women proceed to have a conversation, if a bit of an awkward one.
Jasmin: A little. …Charity…work. High school.
Dragana: Don’t hurt yourself, please.
Jasmin: Okay.
Dragana: I’ll help you, but you need to take care of yourself. You were injured pretty badly.
Jasmin: I’m angry.
Dragana: I know. This shouldn’t have happened, but it did, and now you need to stop making it worse. Focus on your recovery.
Jasmin: No.
Dragana: It’s not worth your health.
Jasmin: It is to me.
Jasmin only seems to be getting more and more frustrated with every word signed out. Her motions are awkward and stilted, and every flub or hesitation only seems to make her more angry.
Dragana remains patient with her, but she’s clearly distressed seeing her friend in such a state. She stands up and motions over to the yoga mats nearby. Jasmin reluctantly follows her.
Dragana sits cross-legged on one of the mats, looking over at Jasmin. The Pro Wrestling Powerhouse takes a seat on the mat next to her.
Dragana: Take some deep breaths.
She closes her eyes with her palms outstretched, inhaling deep through the nose. Jasmin frowns, but follows Dragana’s lead and takes in a deep breath of her own.
Each breath is labored and raspy, and judging by Jasmin’s expression, she’s clearly in pain. Dragana gives her a concerned look, but Jasmin keeps trying.
Regina Tacet reaches out and gently places a hand on Jasmin’s back. Jasmin attempts to once again take in a deep breath, and after exhaling, she breaks down into tears. Dragana inches forward and Jasmin leans her head on Dragana’s shoulder.
The former Women’s Champion wraps her friend up in a tight embrace. Jasmin lifts her head up and looks at Dragana’s big blue eyes, signing out to her.
Jasmin: Thank you for being my friend.
Dragana lets out a big smile before embracing her friend once again.
The infamous gong known by all of the OCW Faithful hits the arena. The crowd erupts in cheers, jeers, boos, and as all the fans in attendance stand on their feet.
Walking out onto the ramp is former OCW North American Champion, El Parca. Parca, fitting an all black Adidas tracksuit, he walks down to the ring slowly as he gives fans close to him high-fives.
Parca walks around the ring to the timekeeper's area and asks for a microphone. As the timekeeper hands him the microphone he walks up to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He takes in his surroundings for a moment. He lets out a deep exhale as he raises the microphone to his mouth.
Parca: Now I know many people are wondering just what exactly I’m trying to do here. One minute I’m here for revenge against Aisu, the next I’m about redemption and restoring myself. The fact of the matter is… I’m stuck.
Parca: I understand from everyone, the people in the back, management, my friends, my family, and all of you. It’s hard to want to like me let alone trust me again. I have a lot of stuff I need to correct and a lot of people I need to make it up to.
He starts twirling the microphone in his hand as his body language shows he’s anxious and uneasy.
Parca: Last week you may have saw me backstage when I ran into KC Barrett, now I don’t know what he wants with me but I wasn’t here for him. I was here for a man that I never should’ve turned my back on, a man who deserves nothing but the best.
Parca waves the cameraman to get closer
Parca: Mark. I am so sorry, I am so sorry about your mom, I am so sorry about how it went down at Road 2 Glory, and I’m even more sorry that I did what I did to you and your father.
Parca: You’re one of the best men I have ever met in my entire life Mark. You will be the world champion, you will be the world champion this company deserves, and you will make your mama proud. I’m rooting for you now, always, and forever Mark.
Parca starts pacing around in the ring as the crowd begins to warm up more to him. With more cheers being heard Parca tries to calm himself down.
Parca: I wanted my revenge- well I thought I wanted revenge with Aisu. But I didn’t. He was right, I was acting like a child and, I reaped what I sown. Now my arm is jacked up, I don’t have my championship, but… I’m at peace with this.
Parca: I’m at peace with that decision, I’m at peace with what happened. He and I went to war and after that it was done. He is my mentor and always will be. But this does bring me to now…
Parca: I’ve always gone on record and thanked Our Hero, Tiberius Dupree, and our newish GM, Emp. They all have given me opportunity after opportunity after opportunity. With Lution season here and everyone scratching and clawing for their spot I figure it’s better now than later.
Parca looks down at the mat, dejected with what he’s about to say. He wipes at his eyes before momentarily regaining his composure.
Parca: While physically I’m okay, mentally… I’m struggling. Which is why I asked Emp if I could take some time away again but for a different reason. When I look in the mirror in the morning I’m still struggling to recognize the man that is looking back at me…
Parca: So while it breaks my heart and crushes my soul to say this…
Parca starts untying the laces behind his mask as he looks toward the crowd one more time.
Parca: This isn’t goodbye but this is-
We’ll never get free, lamb to the slaughter. What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the water? Blares throughout the arena as KC Barrett makes his way out onto the ramp.
The crowd roaring in boos and disapproval are screaming and shouting toward KC. KC, unbothered by all of it walks down to the ring and slides in as he stands across from Parca.
KC Barrett: Please continue, don’t stop because of me. Show all these people the shell of a man El Primero has become.
KC Barrett: Look I will wait out there if you want, because that mask doesn’t mean anything to me when it’s being worn by this version of you that claims he is stuck.
KC Barrett: atascado? That’s what you want to call it? Because to me you aren’t stuck you are just afraid.
KC Barrett: no sacudas la cabeza hacia mí…
KC Barrett: Afraid to just be El Primero again when deep down we both know that’s the real you.
KC Barrett: Not this pretend make believe version that comes across as a make a wish kid pretending to be El Parca then it does the real you.
KC Barrett: The Real you wouldn’t have needed sudden death to retain his title, the real you wouldn’t be standing here struggling to find the words to say. The El Primero the real you would have told Mark Reese that he will never have what it takes as that is your world championship to win.
KC Barrett: Yet here you stand a few laces away from showing the world how afraid you actually are to be yourself again.
KC Barrett: But here I will throw you a bone real quick to help speed up this process. Do you want to know what I see when I look at you…
KC Barrett: Nada…. I see nothing just like lint in my pocket or the top of a bottle cap, just things to be discarded like you are trying to do with that mask.
KC begins to make his way towards El Parca standing toe to toe with him.
KC Barrett: But when I look at El Primero and what you were meant to be I see the adversary I need.
KC Barrett: Yet In your mind you can’t be El Primero anymore as you are afraid of what it requires
KC Barrett: When the truth of the matter is you don’t have what it takes to be El Primero anymore…. You rather just be a shell of yourself then what you were meant to be.
Parca shakes his head toward KC. Visibly denying what he’s saying as his body language shows he feels defeated and checked out.
KC Barrett: Don’t shake your head at me when I’m talking. Because we both know I don’t blow smoke…But if you need another example on how I know I’m right… it’s simple….
KC Barrett: El Primero would never let me get this close to him.
KC shoves Parca in the face, pushing him back. As Parca whips his head back to try and retaliate KC is already out of the ring waving at him as he’s walking up the ramp.
KC Barrett: Primero wouldn’t let something like that slide. But you? Parca? Miguel? Whoever the hell you are. You’ll just let anything slide. Let him out. Embrace Primero, before you can’t.
KC makes his way to the top of the ramp way as the crowd is drowning him in boos. The cameras cut back and forth to him and Parca before cutting to commercial.
