The camera opens up backstage, Damian Bourne stands underneath a light flickering, his Canadian flag draped over his shoulders, arms crossed, with an intense glare into the camera.
Damian Bourne: You know, there’s a reason they call me the pride and heart of Canada, and it’s not just because I’m more superior than everyone else, it's because I prove it every single time I’ve stepped into the ring. Luis Bishop… you’ve been running your mouth to the audience about how you’re back bigger, stronger, and faster. How about I let you in on a little secret, none of that means a damn thing when you’re facing a technical genius who’s smarter, tougher, and knows how to break your body down, one limb at a time.
Bourne pauses for a second dropping his intense glare in trade for a cocky smirk.
Damian Bourne: The squared circle we’re going to be in? It’s my personal chessboard, and tonight, you’re playing my game I’m best at. Whether you win or lose one thing is for damn certain, you’re not leaving in the same physical or mental shape you came in I’ll make sure of that, Bishop. Look you’ve been back for a few weeks and already you got your ass handed to you at ringside by Claudio Boredom. If you couldn’t protect yourself then, what makes you think you’ll survive in the ring with me? This isn’t a comeback, Luis it’s a countdown for your final days in OCW. See you out there.
Damian drops his smirk for a mean mug towards the camera and walks off as the camera fades to black.
ROOKIE RETURN THE MANTIS vs. VIKTOR MATT
The cameras catch-up with OCW World Heavyweight Champion, El Parca walking backstage with his championship wrapped around his waist.
Parca’s demeanor is questionable, the champion as of late has had sporadic behaviors after following the defeat to B17 and the ongoing issues with John Carter.
Production crew, stagehands, and other employees keep their distance from the hostile champion as he slowly is walking down the hallway with his head down.
Parca keeps walking as he bumps into somebody, the person doesn’t budge but Parca takes a step back and picks his head up noticing CCW World Heavyweight Champion, B17. B17 smiles at Parca and Parca scowls at him as he shakes his head.
Parca: What? You gonna give me some sort of pep talk and tell me to keep my head up? You and I both know I had your ass, you know in your heart I should’ve won that match.
Parca points at B17’s championship that he’s holding and stared at it for a moment before looking back at him again.
Parca: That should be mine. I should be the one and only undisputed world champion in this company. I’ll admit you had me at King of OCW but our last meeting? I was robbed. Robbed of so many things because of a weasel that couldn’t keep his nose out of my business.
B17 frowns, he hoists his championship closer to him and gazed into the beauty of the title. The craftsmanship, the lineage of the CCW championship that he himself has etched so much into. He smiles at the championship and lowers it as he continues smiling as he looks back to Parca.
B17: Pep talk? Do I look like Daddy Reese to you?
Bingo pats himself up and down with a questionable look on his face.
B17: Nope, more meat is needed. Still, if I were your Daddy, I wouldn't give you a pep talk.
B17: But, then again, you don't need Mark Reese to be here to tell you to take accountability for your actions or to fess up to your failures, do you? You know the truth. You're a massive dick.
Bingo puts both hands up and offers a grimace.
B17: Then again, maybe you're just scared to be the real you instead of the cartoon villain asshat you've been playing for years. You know, when you asked Maxx, “Why do they cheer for you and not me?” I related to that. I remember feeling that way years and years ago. So, maybe you're not a dick? Perhaps you're just scared of rejection?
B17 peers closer at Parca and his OCW Title and mock surprised points at it.
B17: You're the OCW Champion! Wow! You must be really good. Hey, wait, I know you! You're the guy who held the International Championship for over 300 days, too!
Bingo starts pointing excitedly and motioning to the staff members nearby.
B17: The point is you're damn talented, but doubt and fear control you, and when you step to Daddy, you can't doubt. Because Daddy Don't Doubt.
Parca: Did you just say I’m a cartoon villain? Pal, I was the real me. Maybe you missed a thing or two in your time away but I tried everything I could do to show people I wasn’t that monster they thought I was. I tried showing them I changed and I turned a new leaf.
Parca sighs softly and shakes his head.
Parca: And what did it get me? Oh that’s right. Everyone STILL thinks I’m still that asshole, because El Parca? He could never be a good guy. He could never wanna help people out. But hey if that’s what these fickle clowns wanna say and act when they see me? Then so be it. I’ll be the monster they claim I’ll be that guy that they see me as.
Parca: Must be nice to be able to walk back into the company and everyone have open arms for you. Hugs, smiles, main events, title shots, everything at your leisure. Not all of us are favored the same as you, “Daddy.”
B17 laughs.
B17: You’re going to say whatever you want, you’re going to deflect, you’re going to complain, and you’re going to make up whatever story makes you feel better. Do you want to be a good guy? Then be a good guy. Do you want to help people? Then help people. Want to beat me? Then beat me.
Bingo pats the OCW Title on Parca’s waist. Winks at Parca and then walks away.
