The most infamous gong of professional wrestling rings out into the arena as El Parca’s X-Trons flicker on the screens. The crowd begins raining down a storm of boos as the current OCW World Champion walks down the ramp way with an energy of arrogance. Parca steps into the ring, holding his prized possession in his right hand and has a microphone in the left.
He raises the microphone to his lips as the boos in the arena grow even louder. Parca laughs at the crowd as he stops toying with the crowd and begins talking into the mic.
Parca: Wow already booing me and I haven’t even said anything? Is it because I didn’t wanna give a fair weather friend a title shot? So all of a sudden I’m a villain to all of you again? Typical. Mark Reese-
Dangerous ground roars out inside the arena cutting off the champions words as the crowd goes electric. Mark Reese, El Parca’s supposed best friend and number one contender to his championship makes his way onto the ramp. Reese walks with confidence and makes his way in the ring with a microphone in hand.
Reese: See buddy, you’re the villain, Miguel ain’t. Miguel also, he ain't scared of me, he’d not be runnin’ this way and that, duckin’, divin’, dodgin’ or hidin’. El Parca though… That’s a different kettle of fish right there.
Parca paces back and forth with rage after the scared comment from Reese. The crowd begins chanting “Scared!” “Scared!” “Scared!” As the champion gets closer to Reese and raises the mic yelling at him.
Parca: SCARED OF YOU? Don’t be so funny Mark, see I’m not scared of you. I just see through this facade you put on. I see that you’re so desperate for this title you aren’t trying to “save” me, you’re trying to ruin my moment!
Parca: See if it weren’t for you and guys like Maxx? I’d never be this way. I was the victim, I was the person everyone could blame because I wear a mask and I keep on winning. And I’m SICK of it Mark, I’m sick of being humble. I tried far too long to get their acceptance and especially yours.
Reese doesn’t budge, he just gives Parca a scowl not believing that’s his bestfriend he’s looking at. The crowd in the palm of his hand is silent as he raises the mic to his mouth.
Reese: You always had my acceptance, you had more than that lil’ buddy. You had my love, you were my best friend, we were gonna ride the rails together until we couldn’t do this any more.
Parca growing more and more frustrated as his body language gives off he’s uncomfortable and ready to get out of dodge.
Parca: Yea Mark? Was I? Yet what happened. You slammed me spine first into a monitor and then decided that wasn’t enough so you slammed me ribs first after that.
Parca: I saw the pleasure you got from it while laying in a hospital bed. I saw the monster in you YEARNING to come out. Well me, Mark? I embrace my demons.
Parca: At Summercide I end your fairytale, I end your dreams, I end your story for good. Because when you lose this time Mark? There’s no more second chances, there’s no more bouncing back. I END Mark Reese at Summercide.
Reese: That sounds awfully similar to Consequences, you were gonna end me there… And I know you remember that because you flapped your gums like a beaver's tale at a dam a few seconds ago. Wrestlution 15 is when you started this… You’re right though, it’s gonna end-
Parca spits on my Mark as the crowd collectively gasps and begins to rain down boos. Parca grips his championship extra hard as he scurried out of the ring sprinting up the ramp way. Reese wipes his face and looks back at Parca with fire in his eyes.
Reese: Y’know what Parca, you can’t keep runnin’ your mouth and those chicken legs if yours for much longer. Your day of reckonin’ is comin’ at Summercide, it’s comin’ fast, and it’s being brought to you by yours truly, Big Country! It’s time these folks got a champion with the best interests of this company at heart, it’s time for your vanity project to be cut short! It is time… For Mama Reeses baby boy, Nebraskan beef, to finish the story and realise a childhood dream! El Parca… I will beat you, and I will become the OCW World Heavyweight Champion!
Reese slams the microphone to the mat as it shatters into pieces. The big country man is ready for a fight as he runs the ropes trying to calm himself down. The crowd cheers on their hero as the cameras cut to commercial.
ROOKIE TURMOIL DEBUT
SCOTTY X. vs. WERNER VONTE
Stacy Clark: BAE! Take your hands away from me.
The camera pans to see BAE with his hands up.
Clark: I ain’t here voluntarily! The producers want an interview. Personally I--
BAE: Shhhhhhh.
BAE puts a finger up to Clark’s lips. She looks infuriated at the motion.
BAE: I learned that from that sexy lady, Dragana—the Big Women. OUCH.
BAE withdraws his slapped hand.
Clark: You sent a note claiming you had information. Share it or shut it.
BAE looks dramatically left and right. His eyes go wide.
BAE: I can’t share it here. Not here! Meet me in my hotel room.
Clark starts walking away with the cameraman: I am not paid enough for this.
BAE: WAIT, What I know about Tib--
BAE slaps his hands to his mouth and quickly hurries off.
