We fade into a beautiful, colorful building covered from wall-to-wall in floral arrangements. The view pans over to a very excited Terra Daturas, rushing over to each arrangement and closely admiring the colors and textures.
Following behind, with a slightly puzzled smile, but still a smile, is her partner Sue Plex.
Terra: Oh my goodness! Zantedeschia!Tulipa!
Terra lifts a bouquet of white flowers and lifts them to her face with glee before quickly placing them down in shock as she rushes to another group of purple flowers.
Terra:Campanula!
As Terra excitedly scampers throughout the store, Sue walks quietly behind her, scratching her head and looking on at all of the different arrangements.
An employee approaches the two, smiling at Terra’s enthusiasm and asks Sue a question.
Employee: Hello ma’am! Hope you’re having a lovely day. Your friend there seems to be.
Sue: Yeahhh… She gets mighty excited when she’s around pretty flowers.
Sue again takes a hesitant look around the flower shop before smiling back at the employee.
Employee: Is there anything I can assist you with? Are you looking for something in particular?
Sue: To be as honest as a church mouse with y’all I don’t actually know how this is supposed to work… We’re fixin’ to pick out some flowers for our wedding!
Employee: Oh wow! Congratulations to you both. Today must be flower day for the lovely brides in the city.
Sue: Come again?
Employee: Oh, another woman came in just a few minutes before you two looking for flowers for her wedding too. Yes, she’s right over there.
The employee points at a blond woman in the corner of the store, looking at vibrant pink flowers.
Marisa: God, these are all so basic as f@!$. Doesn’t this place have anything expensive!?
Marisa Xpensive scoffs and turns to see both Terra and Sue looking her direction.
Marisa: Well, well, well… First you try and steal my thunder with your stupid proposal, and now you’re following me to flower shops? I knew you two were creeps, but I didn’t realize how pathetic you were.
Before Terra can react, Sue steps in front of her with a grin on her face.
Sue: Steal your thunder? Oh puddin’, don’t be a sour lemon sorbet… You ain’t got a monopoly on happiness… Wait… Where’s Mac?
Marisa: I’m picking the flowers, he doesn’t need to follow me around everywhere I go just because you two are clingy weirdos. He doesn’t have me on a ball and chain like this one has you! Besides I have the skills in shopping and he has skills… elsewhere.
Marisa winks at Sue, who groans at the implicit sexual overtones.
Marisa: Whatever, love nerds. This place is cheap anyways. I’m going to somewhere more luxurious. A place that can handle me. A place that wouldn’t let the likes of you two in the door. Oh and good luck trying to put together a wedding half as glamorous as mine will be! Now get out of my way heffer.
Marisa throws her hand in the face of Sue, gives Terra a dirty look, and walks out of the store. Sue turns to see Terra, who seems to have been distracted by another colorful bouquet.
Sue: That bird seems to have rattled her brains from flyin’ into the screen door one too many times…
Terra: Are these not beautiful, ameca mea?
Terra holds a bright yellow rose towards Sue, as Sue forces a smile and nods her head.
Terra’s smile fades a bit as she sees through it.
Terra: You do not like them?
Sue: Well… Y’know…
Terra places the flowers down and slouches her shoulders, disappointed that Sue does not share in the eagerness she has.
Terra: It is okay. I am sorry. I love flowers, but we can wait or just pick one. It does not matter to me.
Sue: No, no it’s… Well. I dunno. I expected something’ out of the ordinary if that makes sense?
Terra looks confused as Sue puts her hand on her chin and looks around the shop.
Sue: They’re nice and all. But… I like your flowers better, they’ve got more of a personal touch and to be blunter than a butter knife, I reckon yours are twice as pretty.
Terra’s eyes light up at the statement, looking as if she’s going to start crying, she leaps forward to an unexpecting Sue with a kiss.
Terra pulls back and lets out a speechless laugh as the scene fades.
ROOKIE CHALLENGE
HARRIS TURNER vs. CHRIS VERDE
Backstage, we cut to see the newest official addition to the OCW women’s roster, Jasmin Kaffee.
Jasmine watches the show from a monitor in the locker room area, before hearing a “dinging” sound effect coming from behind her. She turns and is startled to see the Gramazon, Debbie D, posing behind her in front of her camera on her cell phone.
Debbie: Heyyy Debfiends, it’s your girl here with - that’s right - the newest woman on the block here in OCW - and one tough bish if you ask me - Jasmine Kaffee!
Jasmin looks around, puzzled, as Debbie continues to record.
Debbie: I know what ya’ll saw last week was just the beginning for my girl Jas, and don’t one of you get it twisted, okay? This woman right here is a bonafide killa. I mean look at her:
Debbie steps out of view and points the front facing camera directly at Jasmine, slowly panning from her head to her feet and grunting enthusiastically, before flipping the camera back to herself.
Debbie: This locker room right here is on notice, because we got us another big beautiful woman up here, I mean she a real tall-tale and that’s no cap.
Debbie: Alright sweet things, until next time!
Debbie puts herself and a continually perplexed looking Jasmine in the vertical video view and blows the camera a kiss before throwing up a peace sign and ending the recording.
Debbie: MmmMM! We look real good in this one, I think I’m gonna pin this one. Yes!
Jasmin:: Yeah, uh… thanks! But uh… what was that supposed to be?
Debbie: Listen babe, my followers stay thirsty for content, this is 2022 you know?
Jasmine: I mean, I get that but I’m… why do you need me here?
Debbie laughs a bit as she furiously clicks her nails on her phone screen, typing up a caption for the video.
Debbie: Shoot girl, we have to stick together back here. You’ve seen how crazy these women can be, you know?
Jasmin opens her mouth to respond but Debbie taps her thumb one final time and flicks her hair back with a smile.
Debbie: Posteeeeeed! Also, listen - you and me gotta run that back sometime later this year. I know what everyone is saying and I hope you’re not the type to let the little boys on the feed get to you.
Jasmin: Nah, nah, I’m fine. Just, uh… not at a hundred percent. What happened last week was an exception. I’m more worried about the girls than the guys. Like, you know… the cult. Or the other cult. Or Marisa. I guess I’m just used to some jawing before you get in the cage, but…
Jasmin: Well, aside from you, Terra, and Sue…this stuff is insane. Forklifts, Zambonis, occult rituals, live sex celebrations, jumping people in the parking lot? Is this normal?
Debbie throws her head back, laughing.
Debbie: Babe you don’t know the half of it! I fought that little psycho Ashley at Summercide 2 years ago. I tell ya’, this ain’t like the MMA world outside the ring… but inside these girls are as tough as they come.
Debbie: and I can already tell you’re a perfect fit. My advice is to lean into it. Don’t let these crazies tear you down. You might not have a cult or can’t stop time or whatever, but you’re 6 feet of woman and I know from experience these fans love them some of that.
Debbie smirks and peeks at her phone.
Debbie: Look, I’ll see you around. Keep workin’ it, big babe. I gotta run.
Jasmin: Lean into it, huh…
Irish folk music is playing in the background as second generation wrestler and OCW Superstar, Colby McCallum is shadow boxing in his locker room. As Colby is showcasing impressive striking and footwork a knock is heard on his door. He initially ignores it as yet again another knock is heard again. He turns his music down and walks toward the door.
Colby: Who da fook is knockin’ on me door? Ye’ better have a good fookin’ reason for interruptin’ the future champ.
As he opens the door we see Dan from DDE with a Manila envelope in his hand.
Dan: Mr. McCallum?
Colby: No, no, no, ye fookin’ inbred. That’s me da. I’m Colby. Colby fookin’ McCallum. The hell do ye’ want?
Dan: I’ve been sent to give this to you sir.
Dan hands over the Manila envelope as Colby snatches it out of his hands.
Colby: The fook is this shite?
Colby looks up after examining the envelope and notices Dan is gone and he’s talking to himself. He looks out the door and no one is around. Colby shuts the door as he goes to a nearby chair and opens up the envelope.
Colby: Let’s have a look at what ol’ Fish Lips wants me to see.
Colby slides the contents of the envelope out and realizes it’s an OCW match contract. On the front page of the contract is shown “Wrestlution 16 Match”, Colby stands up with some premature excitement.
Colby: Now THAT’S what I’m fookin’ talkin’ about! It’s about time that the Vanilla Gorilla, The Dreadnought of Drogheda, the Titan of Tipperary FINALLY gets his shot.
He begins reading the contract as he reaches a point that says “Wrestlution 16 match at Wembley Stadium against H2O-“
Colby: THE FOOK IS THIS?! HARVEY? THE WATERBOY?! YE’ WANT ME TO FIGHT THE FISHY FOOK AND OLD MAN RIVER???? IS THIS A FOOKIN’ JOKE??
Colby keeps reading on as he realizes that it actually said “Match at Wrestlution 16 at Wembley Stadium, against H2O and El Parca for the OCW World Heavyweight Championship.
Colby: Now this is the biggest shite. I’m COLBY. COLBY FOOKIN’ MCCALLUM. I don’t share me spotlight with a washed up hippie and a gremlin.
Colby keeps reading as he notices “Under no circumstances can Colby McCallum or Harvey Hamilton Ocean lay their hands on El Parca before the championship bout. Failure to adhere to this clause WILL revoke and remove the man that breaks this clause from the OCW Championship match at Wrestlution 16.
Colby: Cheeky little man. Don’t worry. I got ye’ Parca. Yer’ gonna get what’s comin’ to ye. That boy Harvey, too. We got a little surprise for that boy tonight.
Colby continues talking to himself as he reads the contract out loud. As he’s going on suddenly there’s another knock on the door. Colby, annoyed that he is yet again getting interrupted rushes to the door and opens it.
Colby: Da fook is it n–
Before he can finish his sentence as he opens the door Jesus Gutierrez kicks Colby square in his family jewels as hard as he can. Colby drops the the ground coughing very hard as Jesus and Gonzalo make their way into his locker room.
Jesus: You really should learn to be more respectful, amigo. First you ignore Primero last week, then you get snippy toward Dan, and now you speak out of tone with Los Intocables? Not around here, baboso.
Gonzalo walks around to Colby and begins kicking him in the stomach and stomping on his sides. Jesus walks around his locker room and grabs a nearby steel chair as he hits Colby right on the back with it. Gonzalo crouches down and grabs a handful of Colby’s hair as he lifts his head up.
Gonzalo: (You dumb mamao, did you really think things would be on your terms? Wrong. El Primero is the one who sets the terms, and El Primero is who will be OCW World Champion now, at Lution, and forever. You should really recognize it would make your life much easier Cuntby.)
Colby groans out in pain as he locks eyes with Gonzalo.
Colby: Ye’ little shites are gonna p—
Jesus interrupts him as he punches Colby right in the mouth before he can continue his sentence. Gonzalo lets go of Colby’s hair as his head smacks on the ground. Both Gonzalo and Jesus begin stomping on Colby’s body ruthlessly as he just lays there motionless.
Jesus: Oi Gonzalo, I think the message was well received.. Que piensas, amigo? What do you think?
Gonzalo chuckles at Jesus and pats his new teammate on the back.
Gonzalo: (I think you and I are going to get along quite well Jesus. And I’m also sure this mamao over here understands exactly what he needs to know.)
Gonzalo spits on Colby as he exits the locker room and Jesus gives him one last kick for good measure as he also exits the locker room. The cameras back away and fade to black as Colby’s body lay there in his locker room.
Backstage, Stephen McCallum can be seen watching the monitors and taking studious notice of the matches on display. He's shortly joined by a bruised, but unbroken North American Champion, Christian Garcia, the black strap proudly over his shoulder.
CG: Oye, Stephen. I’m all clear to go for Asylum.
Stephen: That’s good to hear, chief. I was worried about you after that brutal match with Ross. I thought I had already lost my first student.
CG: Thank you again. For everything. I wouldn’t have been able to keep my head with the whole Wrex situation, not like I was before we met. Even in this short a time, I feel more focused. More centered. Got you to thank for that.
Stephen: You don’t need to thank me at all. I’m just here to help the younger generation. Guide them around the mistakes that I made when I was young.
CG: Just got cleared to compete. Dunno who’s next, but I’m aware of the candidates. Most of ‘em are Academy guys, funny enough, but there’s an outlier or two. Claudio, maybe. Or Tre.
Stephen: You have time. You bet on yourself and became the new OCW North American Champion. That’s nothing to sneeze at, CG. You’re a champion! Honestly? I think you let those people come to you. You survived an ultraviolent encounter, had an amazing match, and brought home the gold. You need to let those people come to you, and then you bring them up to your level.
CG: I get that, Stephen, I do. But I want to be a fighting champion. Since this title was reinstated, it’s never been successfully defended more than once. I want to be the guy who breaks that streak, but I’m not about to settle for some fresh off the street to pad my record.
CG points at the belt on his shoulder emphatically.
CG: This is the combined lineage of the Light Heavyweight and Pride titles. Two championships that were some of the most sought after hardware in this sport. They deserve a fighting champion.
Stephen: Fair enough. Just don’t get in over your head there, lad. Many greats started out just as you, and were quickly humbled by the idea of being a “fighting champion”. Being the best doesn’t just mean being talented in the ring. You also gotta use that bit of grey matter up there.
Stephen: However, I trust in your process. I want to see you carry the title with pride into the big show, and I want to see you walk out just the same.
CG smiles and gives the belt a hearty slap on the faceplate.
CG: You already know. That trophy case was looking mighty empty, so I gotta make sure we’ve got some furniture in there, huh, boss?
The two men laugh together as the camera fades out.
