Ladies and Gentleman we are back on the scene! With RIOT 627
On the road to HARD TARGET 2024
VERY EUROPEAN ZOE COHLE vs. MAB
Opening inside the OCW World Heavyweight Champion, El Parca’s private locker room. We see the champion sitting at a table in the middle of the room, across from him is his newly acquired muscle, Nova Rosello.
Parca, eyeing Nova up and down has an intense look on his face as he looks at his championship belt taking his draw away from Nova.
Parca: I won’t lie. I didn’t expect you to be a man of initiative so much. Saying you’re my protector, you’re here to keep me on top, normally I’d be all about that back in my more youthful times. But now? What’s the catch.
Nova smirks, one with true happiness and no ulterior motives as he takes his sunglasses off looking El Parca in the eye. He leans forward as he starts explaining himself.
Nova: Papi, I am a man of my word. What I say is what I’m going to do. My allegiance to you has no hidden agenda, Primero. What I see in you is everything I could have been.
Nova:
I want to protect that and make sure you go down as the greatest there ever was. I don’t need fame, money, anything. I’ve obtained all that on the streets.
Nova:
The only thing I want is to destroy anything in your path! Mi palabra es fianza, hermano.
Parca rubs his chin and leans back in his chair. As he ponders for a moment letting each of them sit in silence. He looks around the room not knowing whether to buy what Nova’s selling or to call bullshit. He puts the chair down and stops rubbing his chin as he begins to respond to Nova.
Parca: How certain of yourself are you? Ya see Nova… I gotta wonder, why? Would I need someone to be my protector? Why would I need someone when usually that doesn’t work out for me.
Parca: IF you know your stuff and IF you know anything about me, you’d know the whole “muscle” the whole “protector” thing hasn’t panned out in my favor. So what’s different about you?
Nova looks to the side of the room. He clenches the large muscles of his jaw. A nonchalant chuckle escaping him as he balls up his massive fists.
With an outburst Nova Rosello slams his fists on the table and leans into The Champion. The loud noise echoing throughout the room.
Nova: ¿¡POR QUÉ!? ¿¡POR QUÉ!? You’re the most sought after professional wrestler in this business. A huge target on your back.
Nova scoots closer looking Parca directly in the eyes, intensely focusing on him.
Nova: I think you know not to question my loyalty. Do you think I would waste both of our time playing games?! You know that’s bullshit. I am nothing like THE RATS that you have been amongst in the past. I am a CHEFE! I stand on BUSINESS.
Nova leans back and smirks while rubbing his hands together. His demeanor shifted to calm.
Nova: Us bosses need to stick together. Us Latinos need to stick together. Getting to know you, you’ve become like família. And me, I GO HARD FOR MINE, amigo. Allow me to help you be El Campeón ¡que todos temen!
Parca puts his hands up trying to de-escalate and calm the big man down and he holds in a chuckle.
Parca: Calmate amigo, Calmate. There’s no need to be so aggressive, in my position wouldn’t you be doing the same? I’d have thought a boss like you would respect my apprehension and not be offended by it. Nova, I thank you for manhandling Sheldon truly.
Parca: But how about this, eh? Tonight, you lurk in the crowd while the main event goes on. When I send the signal, and you’ll know, show me this loyalty and let’s see how much you truly stand on business.
Parca: How about that is the start of perhaps a blooming relationship between bosses, eh?
Parca reaches over the table with his hand extended to Nova looking for a handshake with a sniveling smirk on his face.
Nova looks down at El Parca’s hand. After taking a beat he looks back up to Parca and quickly locks hands with him. Squeezing it firmly with intention to cement his loyalty to the champion. His mug slowly formed a big diabolical smile, flashing his 24 karat gold tooth before responding..
Nova: How about.. I like the way you think, mi Primero.
Nova: Será un placer, campeón. TENGO TU ESPALDA.
The scene slowly fades out on the two men glaring mischievously at each other while locked in their handshake, their physical agreement. A sense of imminent carnage looming in the air as the scene turns to black.
