Drago Cesar

The sun shines on a warm New York day. We find ourselves at the front entrance to the OCW Headquarters. A jeep pulls up to the parking lot with two figures stepping out of the car. And a big freaking lion. Bubba, the newly appointed COO Drago Cesar (sporting a light minty green dress shirt and pants with a dark blue vest. Oh yeah, and of course the sneakers) and former Women’s Champion Dragana Cesar walk up to the front door, barely able to carry all the luggage around. After struggling to get through the main entrance, they approach the secretary’s desk. Secretary: Oh, Mr. Cesar, shall I guide you to your office? Drago: Yes please. LATER…. After leaving the elevator, the secretary shows the Cesars to the new COO’s office; the print on the window now reads, “CHIEF OPERATING OFFICER DRAGO CESAR” in large bold letters. He unlocks the door. Secretary: Should I get you two some coffee? Drago: No that’s ok, you work hard enough. We get some later. Thank you. Secretary: Oh. Uh, thank you…. The secretary steps away. The Cesar family steps inside the office. They put their luggage to the side. Bubba jumps up on the couch and makes himself comfortable. Drago steps up to the window overlooking the city. Drago: Hell of a view. He turns around to see Dragana smiling at him. Drago: Let’s unpack all this. LATER…… Drago adjusts the CRT on his desk. Placed on top of it is a VCR. An NES is hooked up right next to it. The walls are adorned with photos and posters of the Cesars’ greatest battles; Drago vs. Nate at Lution 11, Dragana vs. EMP at Summercide 2021, P3 vs. Wrex and B-17 at Animol House, among many others. The bookshelves are filled with old VHS tapes and Nintendo games. The name tag on Drago’s desk is adorned with an Amaryllis next to it. Drago: Hope this works… He pushes the power button on the NES and the CRT lights up with the Double Dragon title screen. Drago: Ha! Yes! Dragana pulls up a seat next to him, a look of amusement on her face. Before long though, the siblings are interrupted by a loud rapping at the door. Drago: Uh…come in! The door slowly opens, before Shianne Lovelace and Kameyo Hada enter the room. They cross the room in a few big steps before Shianne slams her fists down on the desk, knocking over Drago’s name tag. Shianne smirks devilishly as she stares daggers into the OCW legend. She doesn’t even seem to register the presence of Dragana Cesar beside her. Shianne: So… you’re our new boss, yeah? She pauses for a moment, before slamming her right fist on the desk once more. Shianne: My loyalty isn’t so fickle, especially not for a man. Give her back. Give us Empress. Kameyo leans forward and looks like she’s about to join in the protest, but she is cut off by Drago. Drago: No. He stands up from his seat, looking into Shianne's eyes. Dragana anxiously holds her breath. Drago: If anything, I'm should have you both locked up. I'm hear Guantanamo Bay give more than just nice haircuts. In interest of kindness, however, I won't. But know this: I not gonna let anyone hurt innocent people here. You got a problem with someone? Settle it in the ring. This is sport. Drago: What Kumiko did was wrong. And I'm had to make sure there were consequence for her action. Dragana looks over at Kameyo, trying to find her eyes, if she even has them. Drago steps over and picks up his name tag. He dusts it off before placing it back on his desk. He leans back on his desk with his hands in his pockets. Shianne’s glare narrows. Shianne: Kumiko did what was best for business! Drago: Doesn't make it the right thing to do. Shianne: All we saw was profits and ratings, mister ‘nice’ guy. Not sure how nice one can be when they kill their opposition the way you do. Drago: It stays in the ring. I'm not perfect. I was young once too. Being in war give you perspective. Shianne scoffs. Shianne: We all gots our shit guy. But you’re right about one thing, hear? You ain’t perfect. I known somebody who was, and that somebody’s named Kumiko. Empress. You wanna play hardball, we can play hardball. See how that goes, yeah? Your choice. Shianne pushes herself away from the desk with a smug look on her face, as she and Kameyo start to head for the door but are stopped by Drago. Drago: You know people called me crazy for trying to be friend with Kumiko and Larry? Everybody tell me it was bad idea. But I like to see good in everyone. Shianne pauses for a moment. Shianne: You tryin’ to get prophetic with me? Kameyo, you get this? Kameyo shrugs, but isn’t able to reply anyway as Shianne continues. Shianne: Guy, Cesar? That’s it, right? Drago: Some call me "Best in the World". Others say Lion GOAT. But they can keep cute nicknames. I just Drago. Shianne: Okay. Drago. I don’t care what you done or did or what the people think about it. I just want MY boss back. ‘Cause you ain’t her. Drago lets out a smile before he reclines back on his chair. Dragana glares back at Shianne and Kameyo. Drago: How you say in English? Them's the breaks. She scoffs again before whipping open the door and ushering Kameyo out, before exiting herself with a middle finger directed at the Cesar siblings. She shouts something as she heads down the hall, barely audible to the pair in the room. Shianne: This ain’t over, motherf**kers! A few brief crashes can be heard in the hall, the pair kicking over trash bins as they leave the vicinity. Bubba is still sound asleep on the couch. Dragana turns to her brother, looking worried. Drago gets a notepad and writes something down. Drago: ….That is gonna be a few fines. Most of that gonna go to charity of course.

It’s after hours at the Wrestlution 17 arena. The ramp is torn down. The barricades have been removed. The crowd is long gone, management and most of the roster have all left the arena. All that remains is the ring. The Cesars are seated on the ring apron facing the ramp. Dragana has her knees up to her head, obscuring her face as she’s sobbing. Drago stares off to the side. His nose stuffs up a bit, still feeling the effects of what has been an emotional and arduous night. He looks down at his right hand containing the key to the COO’s office. He places it back in his pocket before looking back at his younger sister. Drago: … He tries to come up with the words, but struggles to come up with anything. He looks up at the Azalea on her head. Never changing. Never wilting. Still as radiant as ever. After all these years. You can almost see the proverbial light bulb emanate off Drago’s head as his expression changes into a goofy grin. Drago: What was the other one? A confused Dragana slowly lifts her head up, the eyeliner smeared all across her face. Drago: The other flower? What was it called? Dragana: … Drago: Ama….Come on you gotta help me, my English bad. Drago: Armadillo? Quiet Mami starts laughing at her brother’s silly mistake. Drago: Amazon? Amagon? You remember! That Nintendo game I’m could never beat? No wait… She gently shoves him on the shoulder. Drago: Amaryllis! That one! Can you get me one? She glares at him for a moment, then wraps her arms around him in a big embrace. Drago looks up to the night sky with a smile. Drago: ...Don’t really know first thing about business but…..I think I’m did the right thing today.

It is a calm scene at the Cesar Dojo. The lovable “mascot” lion Bubba is taking a nap over his favorite giant teddy bear. Across from him is the former two time Women’s Champion Dragana Cesar. She grits her teeth while applying an ice patch to her back, still reeling from the brutal attack by Bertha Stigglitz. She gingerly bends down and sits on the couch. Dragana: Ah! She grabs an ice pack and presses it against the back of her head, leaning over to a supine position, letting out a few painful groans. Dragana: Ugh…. She finally finds herself a comfortable spot, staring up at the lights. A feeling she knows all too well. Her first singles loss was handed to her by Ashley Blaine at The Clash, to see who was the strongest athlete at the time. The Silent Queen admired her strength. Valkyrie put her through the Cell. Twice. No human being should have to go through that punishment. Jasmin Kaffee proved her worth at the 18th Anniversary Show. The current Women’s Champion. A talented young lady, if only she hadn’t let her trauma corrupt her. Her first and only submission loss was to Terra Daturas. The woman who she owes her life to. The one who taught her to embrace love, not hate. The last thought causes her to tear up. Dragana closes her eyes, almost overcome with emotion before letting out a shaky exhale. The front door to the Cesar Dojo opens, taking Quiet Mami by surprise. Her attempts to get up from the couch are futile, sighing before resting her head back on the couch. ???: Good boy. Bubba can be heard with a gentle purr. Dragana recognizes that voice. Has it been that long? Blaine: Are you crying? Seriously? Dragana shakes her head in denial of the clear tears. She looks up at the statuesque Ashley Blaine, the former “Gender Brutal” Women’s Champion and Queen of OCW. Blaine: Yes, yes you are. What the hell? Dragana sighs. Blaine: Hey, this company takes, and takes, and takes. The suits don't care about how you feel, they don't care about how hurt you are. They don't give a damn. Blaine: And that's why you gotta take it back. You want to smile again? You don't wait for anyone else to make you smile. You do what makes you happy. You've been it before, you can be it again. Dragana turns her head and raises an eyebrow in confusion. Blaine: Now, I'm willing to bet smacking that cabbage upside her head and toppling that wall will make you feel better. Yeah? Dragana: … Blaine: And I'm willing to bet showing all those ungrateful bitches that rode your coattails will make you feel better? Dragana: AGH! The Silent Queen pushes herself up to a seated position, tossing the ice pack to the side. Blaine: That's what I thought, so get off your ass and get back to training. No pain. Dragana: Hm. She finally gets up to her feet, attempting to give Blaine a hug before she’s stopped by a hand to her shoulder. Dragana’s face turns a slight shade of red. Blaine: We can do that when this is all over. Dragana: Mmm! Blaine: No pain!

OCWFed management recently sat down with P3 Bonanza host Mugen to discuss the future of the iconic show. Following the OCW 18 Year Anniversary show, Drago Cesar was expelled from the group and the variety show. Mugen cited “creative differences” and wished “that dummy good luck in his future endeavors - SIKE”. The program will return at RIOT 600 sans The World’s Greatest Hunter. Instead, a new co-host will be introduced every episode to fill in the gap. The show will also see its first format change, focusing more on “wrasslin’ journalism”. When asked about how Drago’s firing will affect the Human Resources department, he replied: “Empress has cultivated an amazing work culture here at OCW HQ, trimming the fat and freeing our department of old Eastern European dinosaurs who think they’re more important than they actually are to this company. Our streamlining efforts will allow us to be more efficient than ever.” When pressed further on the hypocrisy of referring to his fellow Hall of Famer as an “old dinosaur” given his age, he grumbled and stormed off. Drago Cesar could not be reached for comment.

Forum discussion? What year is it? Some random thoughts. - What a main event and what a win for Rust Cohle. Didn't expect it to end after that first finisher! Rust once again being the thorn in Harvey's (I refuse to call him Hecc Harvey) side and not only that, but both Ocean Boyz winning and losing the title at the same time (if I am correct, I dunno I'm old and irrelevant) is poetry. - Tibi Dupri plz come back. - Cody/Chris Greene may not have been the most competitive match, but the commentary sure as shit made it entertaining. Jae's disdain and frustration was hilarious. I do hope Cody sticks around. With some time and practice, his matches will be more competitive and hopefully FPR won't be an issue. #DoTheWork - DOC/Mugen was a very nice match. Loved the overall flow and the finishing sequence was fucking sick. Thank you Jae and Jake for putting this all together, thank you Jean for the match, and thank you everyone for making this place great for so long.

We arrive at a local New York convention center, where fans from all around are lining up to see their favorite media personalities. The former 2x Women’s Champion Dragana Cesar has a booth stationed smackdab in the middle of the atrium. The sign above her not only reads her name, but also an organization of sorts named “Build a Bubba”. Stationed right next to her is her good friend Bubba, along with boxes of chibi Bubba plushies in front of him; all in varying colors and types, some with flowers on their heads. There are already a handful of people in line to meet the pair but a sign in front reads, “Please wait until Whereculture.com interview has concluded before meet and greets. Thank you!”. She looks over to her left and spots an interviewer rushing toward her, with a “cameraman” (person with a phone) accompanying her. Interviewer: Hey everyone, Whereculture.com here LIVE at WrassleCon and we’re with The Silent Queen Dragana Cesar! Be sure to like, comment, and subscribe! The interviewer turns to Dragana. Interviewer: How are you? Dragana: … Dragana nervously waves at the camera, caught off guard by the lack of time to prepare for an interview. Interviewer: You’ve had an illustrious career in OCW, facing off against the likes of Empress and Blaine. Times have changed since you were on top though. Regina Tacet nods. Interviewer: How do you feel about Furiosa as Women's Champion? Do you think she's been doing a good enough job? Dragana lets out a nervous laugh and nods again, giving a thumbs up. Interviewer: What about some of the newer wrestlers that have come up? Sue Plex? Jasmin Kaffee? Harri Etiquette? The Silent Queen claps a few times in excitement. Someone in the crowd starts chanting something. Fan: Etiquette, etiquette…. Dragana closes her eyes and slowly swings her head from side to side now that the song is stuck in her head. Interviewer: They’re still new though, so they don’t compare to the likes of you right? Dragana: Eh? Dragana opens her eyes, tilts her head and looks at Bubba, who has placed his head sideways on the table, looking rather disinterested. More and more people are lined up in front of her. Fan: MY QUEEEEEEENNNNN!!! Dragana waves at the distant fan and blows a kiss at them. She turns back to the interviewer. Interviewer: Speaking of queens, who do you think will appear and possibly win Queen of OCW? Dragana's eyes light up and she starts thinking of all the possibilities. Interviewer: I see. Like a lot of OCW veterans and legends, you seem pretty dismissive of the current roster. Can't blame you for thinking that way. The Silent Queen turns toward the interviewer, shocked at the disrespect. Bubba has grown tired of the nonsense and roars at her, causing her cameraman to drop his phone and crack it. Interviewer: S***! Did we get any of that??? Before the cameraman can get his phone back, Bubba cannonball dives on it, destroying whatever was left. He kicks away the pieces before he turns to the interviewer one last time, sticking his tongue out. Bubba: PFFFFFTTTTT!!!! He returns to the booth and receives a pat on the head from Dragana. The Silent Queen turns to the crowd and motions for them to come forward. The crowd nearly gets into a frenzy at the chance to meet them. The first person to arrive at the booth is a young man wearing a Terra Daturas shirt. It reads, "Nature’s Favorite Nightmare”. Young Man: I-I, um, I…. Dragana waves at the nervous fan. Young Man: YES! Hi! I-um, Terra’s my favorite but I loved it when you were all together in The Troupe! You all helped to express myself because of how you expressed…yourselves! Haha! Dragana unfastens the azalea from her hair and shows it to the fan. Young Man: Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! Is it the same one from all those years ago??? Dragana: Mmm! She nods as she reminisces on the fond memories. She fastens the flower back on her hair and takes a picture with the fan. Young Man: Do you think- uh. I shouldn’t….Would it ever be possible if sh- She puts a hand on the young man’s shoulder. Young Man: I hope she gets better! She’ll be back better than ever! She gives him a hug to calm him down. The fan leaves, but not before taking a Bubba plushie. Dragana is left with a moment to think. She glares at Bubba. The lion lets out a grunt in response. Dragana smiles before turning to greet the next person in line.

The Cesar Dojo - October 3rd, 2022 Late night shenanigans are happening around the Dojo! Dragana is seen motioning toward a dump truck right in front of the building. Johnny Law peeps his head out from the driver's seat. Johnny: I'm lowering it! Dragana gives a thumbs up. Johnny pushes a button and lowers a boatload of championships that take Dragana by surprise and engulf her in gold. Johnny: S***! Johnny jumps out of the truck and pulls Dragana out of the pile of gold. She shakes it off and admires all the championships the Cesar family has taken home from Tokyo. The front door of the dojo swings open to reveal Mugen and Drago jumping for joy. Mugen: OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD We cut to the P3 family sitting at the dinner table as Drago starts distributing the championships. He hands a few to Johnny, the Nihon 999 Championship and the Central Africa Ultraweight Championship. Drago: For being loyal with us! Johnny: Gold looks good on me! He slings the titles on his shoulders and puffs his chest out thinking he's the real deal, much to Dragana's amusement. Drago hands over the Fred Fuchs F***money Neverweight Championship to Bubba, who hugs the gold tight and roars in excitement. Drago: I'm told you, you would get one! The "Best in the World" picks up the Latvian Legion Legionweight Championship, the Patagonia Catchweight Championship, and the Sakuraba's Slammin' Salmon Championship. He hands them all over to Dragana. Drago: That for you! Regina Tacet is enamored by the gold, scurrying away to go organize it in her room. Finally, Drago looks at Mugen and hands him the rest of the titles; the most important of which being the Djibouti Championship Wrestling title, Mugen's pride and joy. Mugen: Old sport, I… The Sultan of Safety is almost in tears. Mugen: I can't take this! I have to beat you, fair and square, in the ring to take this. Drago puts his thinking cap on, and by that I mean his Over The Top trucker cap. Drago: What is my favorite Lynyrd Skynyrd song, my friend? Mugen doesn't know where he's going with this, judging from his confused expression. Drago: FREEBIRD!!!!!! Mugen starts screaming along with Drago and the pair start doing air guitar solos with the titles. Drago: To celebrate this day, we do karate in the garage! We cut again to Drago and Mugen downing several Sapporo beers in the dojo's garage, then proceeding to take every wooden board, plank, block of ice they can find and break them with punches and kicks. Dragana peeks out with the door ajar, her expression stuck somewhere between amusement and concern. Mugen: Hey old sport, check this out! Mugen grabs a pair of nunchaku and flings it at a dummy, knocking its head off. Mugen: F*** YOU S-BOMBER! BYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Drago: Oh yeah, watch this! Drago motions his friend over to a set of bricks set up in three by three formation. He closes his eyes and quickly lifts his hand up, about to strike the brick sitting atop the middle column. Mugen: NO! Mugen downs another beer. Mugen: BOTTOM ONE. Drago looks back at the the stack of bricks and once again closes his eyes. This time, the rest of the Cesar family are seen peering by the door. Inhale. Count to four. Exhale. Count to four. With the quickness of a tiger, Drago strikes the top brick! However, the one sitting at the bottom explodes into hundreds of pieces. Mugen: JESUS CHRIST! Mugen laughs before an idea comes to mind. Mugen: I'll do you one better old sport. Here, hold my phone and record this. He hands Drago his phone and starts putting together a death trap full of barbed wire, light tubes, wooden crates, thumbtacks and legos. He brings a nearby table closer to him and stands on top of it. Mugen: You recording comrade? Drago: Uh, yes, but are you sure this good idea? Mugen: No, it’s not a good idea…... It's a great idea! I need to tell Wrex that I am better than him and I can out hardcore the s*** out of him! Respectfully. Begrudgingly, Drago keeps the camera on Mugen. Mugen: Wrex, if you're watching this (and I know you are), I bet you wouldn't even dare attempt something like this! I'm gonna jump through all these light tubes, barbed wire, legos and thumbtacks because I'm a MAN and you're a PANSY. Respectfully. Mugen psyches himself up and rips his shirt off. Mugen: F***! THIS! S***! WOOP WOOP He leaps into the air with the grace of an intoxicated ballerina, and crashes into the death trap with a senton. Mugen: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! MY BACK!!!!!!! HOLY S*** MY BACK!!!!!!! F*** YOU WREX!!!!! RESPECTFULLY AAAAAHHHHHH!!!! Drago stops recording. Drago: I'm gonna call the hospital.

The Tokyo Dome, September 28th, 2022 The Tokyo Dome. One of the world's most renowned sporting venues, home to baseball games, mixed martial arts battles, and legendary professional wrestling bouts. It is early in the day. The production crew are in the process of constructing the ramp and the stage; the ring, however, appears to be complete. OCW Hall of Famer Drago Cesar stands in the middle of the squared circle, his family watching on from ringside. His eyes shift to the empty crowd, the seats stretching out as far as the eye can see. He exhales before he leans against the ropes and turns his head, looking out to the ramp. Five years ago. Wrestlution 11. The Tokyo Dome. The match had the tagline, "The Future vs. The G.T.G.O.A.T.". Drago Cesar vs. Nate Ortiz. The main event. For Drago, this was a chance to prove he could hang with the best at the biggest stage. Months of tension between the members of the new Rev Inc. had culminated here. It was a grueling contest that had the crowd on their feet from bell to bell. After over twenty minutes of nonstop action, Drago had emerged the victor - and the new OCW World Champion. Johnny Law: You ok? Drago: Yeah…. He looks over to Dragana, playfully chasing Bubba around ringside. Lution 11 was her first, a Ladder match for the Future Investment briefcase. She fell just short of retrieving the briefcase, but she cherished the experience. Drago leans his head against the nearest turnbuckle, his eyes closed. He takes it all in; the cold air, Bubba’s grunts, the sounds of the production crew adjusting the stage echoing throughout. Inhale. Count to four. Exhale. Count to four. Helps keep the nerves steady. The only good thing he took from the war. Drago opens his eyes to find Bubba, now inside the ring, staring at him inquisitively. Drago gives the big cat a hug, scratching his neck. Drago: When we done here, you gonna get all the treats! Yes you will! Cause you are good boy! Bubba anxiously wags his tail and roars. Drago: I dunno if I’m gonna win, but if I do…..and if I get those championships from Rust….You gonna get your own title too! The lion jumps up in excitement and starts doing laps in the ring. He eventually rolls out, jumping and embracing Johnny and Dragana. Drago looks at them and mutters to himself. Drago: One more time into the trenches. I’ll make you proud.

We fade into the New York Renaissance Faire in Tuxedo Park. It’s a bright, sunny day outside and many folks are seen singing, dancing, and most importantly drinking in their medieval garb. We focus on a particular group of patrons; “The Best in the World” Drago Cesar (wearing his usual satin jacket, jeans, and aviator shades), his cameraman in crime Johnny Law (in a traditional bard attire with a Guy Fawkes mask) and our favorite lion Bubba! Johnny: Where’s ‘Ana? Drago: Maybe she forgot something. She’ll be around. Drago: You guys go here every year? Seem kind of strange to me. Medieval time was long ago. Johnny: It’s more fun than you think! Lots of drinks and people to meet. Some of them have NEVER broken character! The trio walk through the attractions and the restaurants. Drago notices a place selling traditional old-fashioned American hamburgers. Drago: They have cheeseborgir back in the day? Johnny: We gotta modernize things here a little bit. Makes it easy on the casual crowd. This way. Johnny leads them to what appears to be an arena; a makeshift wrestling ring with brown ropes and a mat that looks like it hasn’t been scrubbed since ancient times. Surrounding the ring are a decently packed crowd seated on lawn chairs. Past the ring is a ramp with an entranceway blocked by a gate. Above the gate is a small alcove where an older gentleman is seated on a throne. The man blows a horn and points at Drago. The crowd are silent. ???: Sir Drago! I've hath heard many st'ries about thee! Drago looks around and waves. Drago: Uh hi? Who are you exactly? The Duke: I am the duke of this fine establishment. I simply s'rve to holp mine own people findeth ent'rtainment through the univ'rsal language of combat! Drago: That’s nice. I’m gonna take a se- The Duke: Oh, but thy presence is did request Sir Cesar! Drago: Can we change English please? My English bad enough. The Duke: Thee senseth of humeth'r is unmatch'd. But how about thy fighting? Mine own gallant knight hast did remain undefeat'd f'r years! Prithee doth me the hon'r of challenging mine own champion. The people hest t! Drago: Knight? The Duke blows the horn once again and the gate below the alcove raises to reveal the knight in question; a mysterious figure in a giant suit of gold armor, adorned with a cape featuring the insignia of a purple azalea. The crowd stands and cheers as the knight waves at everyone and blows kisses. Johnny pats Drago on the shoulder. Johnny: Good luck! Johnny and Bubba walk off to their seats. Drago steps through the ropes, removing his jacket and his shades. Drago: What I’m do to deserve this? He notices that the referee for this bout is none other than OCW’s own Ted. Drago: Ted? What you doing here? Ted: I’m just here so I don’t get fined! The knight steps through the ropes and with Ted’s assistance, removes the cape draped on their back. Drago and the knight are face to face. Drago: Listen, I’m don’t want to hurt anyone. I just wanna sit back and wa- The bell rings and the suit of armor locks up with Drago, irish whipping him across the ropes and knocking him down with a shoulder block much to the crowd’s approval. The knight jumps up and tries to deliver an elbow drop, but Drago rolls out of the way. Drago: What the heck are you? The knight quickly rises and attempts a haymaker, but the Hall of Famer ducks it and uses his impressive strength to hoist them up in a gorilla press position. Johnny pounds his chest and makes gorilla noises while Bubba roars. Drago: You ask for it! Drago drops the knight onto the canvas with a massive thud. The crowd approves and The Duke can be seen clapping. Knight: Ugh! Drago hears the familiar voice and raises his eyebrow. He crouches down. Drago: Hey wait a minu- The knight plays possum and rolls Drago up! Ted: One! Two! Three! The Duke: Spectacular! The knight hops back up and celebrates with the crowd, raising their arms in victory. The metal figure extends a hand to Drago and helps him up. The Duke: Such sp'rtsmanship! The knight unexpectedly gives Drago a hug. Drago: Hey! After a moment, the knight releases the hug and Ted helps them remove their helmet to reveal…. The Duke: Once again Regina Tacet is our vict'r! The Silent Queen, Dragana Cesar waves at Drago. Drago: I’m should have known….. LATER…… It is nighttime. Drago and The Duke are seen at a dinner table drinking from wooden mugs. The Duke: T’was a fine contest. Thee needeth not beest fell Sir Drago, thee gaveth the people a valorous showeth. Drago: …Right. Can we please speak modern English now? Very hard to understand. The Duke responds with a smile. The Duke: This…Rust Cohle. I hear he is quite the skilled combatant. Drago: Dangerous. Win many title. Main event Wrestlution and almost ran away with world championship. The Duke: What is your concern? Drago takes a drink from his mug and looks off with a somber glare. Drago: Is been too long. Haven’t competed in ring for long time, I slower…..Older. Not sure if I’m gonna be in shape for Japan. Don’t want people to see me as shadow of myself you know? The Duke pats “The Best in the World” on his shoulder. The Duke: Father Time is undefeated my friend. The best we can do is make the most of the moment. And besides, your family are warriors. What is the one thing all warriors share? The Duke beats his chest once. The Duke: The spirit. No matter how long we have stopped fighting, the spirit never rests. And when this Rust Cohle steps in battle with you, I have a feeling he will experience firsthand what it means to fight a true king! Drago laughs. Drago: Would not call myself king, but I’m appreciate that. Drago raises his mug. Drago: A toast? The Duke: To what? Drago thinks. Drago: To the moment. The Duke laughs and the pair smash their mugs together before drinking.

The Cesar Dojo, August 25th, 2022 The Silent Queen, or Regina Tacet, Dragana Cesar is seen reading Death of a Salesman. Flipping through the pages, her eyes squint to examine the words on the page as she turns to write on a nearby notebook. The former Women’s Champion appears to be taking her time writing extensive notes until the peace is disturbed by the sound of a landline phone ringing. She jumps up and looks at the caller ID with her eyes wide open. She picks up the phone without hesitation. Dragana: U-uh….. She looks around before she motions to someone off camera. The “Best in the World” Drago Cesar runs in and picks up the phone, much to Dragana’s relief. Drago: Hello! Oh he- Drago lifts his head up, raising an eyebrow. Drago: Summercide? You sure? Uh, yes yes. I’m be there. See you! He hangs up and looks back at his sister. Drago: I got business in Miami. Miami International Airport/On The Road, August 26th, 2022 A heavily disguised Cesar Clan step out of the airport and into a rental car, Drago wearing a large trench coat with oversized shades and strange cowboy boots riding shotgun while Dragana is wearing a beanie with a face mask. Dragana takes the drivers seat while Johnny Law steps in one of the back seats holding a camera up to the pair. Drago: This feel so strange. I’m have to hide myself so people don’t know what going on. Dragana laughs while her brother adjusts his shades. Drago: Is been so long since I’m last had match in ring. Three Lution ago I’m think so. Wow. Drago: So many people come and go since then. We have….so much great, young talent keeping things good for us you know? And then here I am, some guy having midlife crisis wearing sneakers and jersey to wrestling match. They all share a laugh as Drago scratches his head. Drago: We see what happen! Summercide, August 27th, 2022 The Cesar Clan are seen standing right beside gorilla, with Drago pacing back and forth, holding his neck with both hands. Drago: Rust Cohle is out there now….. He waiting…..They have no idea who coming next. Johnny: What’s going through your mind right now? Drago: So much. I excited, mostly nervous. Drago laughs. Drago: They even gonna remember me? Yes I was main event pay-per-view years ago, but that was long time ago. The sound of a lion’s roar can be heard from the arena as the crowd explode into a fever pitch. Dragana pats Drago on the shoulder. The “Best in the World” shakes his head and psyches himself up. Drago: It’s showtime! He steps out of gorilla…… LATER….. Drago arrives back at gorilla shaken up from the red hot crowd. He shows Johnny his trembling hands. Drago: See this? Is not stopping. Johnny: How are you feeling man? Drago: I am shocked. I-I don’t know, I’m didn’t think people would explode like this! He lets out a nervous laughter as his eyes start to water. Drago: I’m so happy. So, so happy. Um…I don’t know what to say. Dragana gives him a hug to calm him down. Drago waves at the camera. Drago: See you guys soon!

This was the biggest bummer for me reading through the show. Most disappointing was not seeing La Mujera do anything at all character/video/RP-wise since Summercide. I understand vets not wanting to be champ, but being a champ also comes with responsibility; doesn't matter if you got 1 or 10 titles, doesn't matter if you're an "alt" (ugh) or not. If you're champ, you show up and put in the work on the shows. You do not fucking coast. Especially in the case of the women's division. My head will explode if I keep talking about it, so moving on.... - I gotta admit, the HMR monologue was actually....good. Quite enjoyed it. Not really anything to complain about here, I just hope he keeps the momentum going. - Baker's champ celebration was the segment of the night. That stinger at the end, with the pause, and how that was edited, that was such good shit. Surprised a lot of people didn't really seem to notice that, maybe it was more apparent in the VP. I want to see more of this, that's how you get me hooked on a story. - Cort vs. H2O wasn't the best match but it's a case of never truly knowing which Harvey you're gonna get; and in this instance we got him at his best. Hope he shows up as well as he did here at End Games.

Some matches Cort vs. Mugen: I know it may sound like I'm just shilling for my buddy, but this was genuinely a hilarious match. From the cutscenes to the attires, this felt like a genuine garbage wrestling match and I mean that in the best way. I'm not sure how Mugen wins these Safety matches by the skin of his teeth almost every time, but it's great to see him get the W and exploit Cort Marshall's only weakness: irony. I give this 87 stars out of 32 because both men tried to kill themselves. El Parca vs. Tony Touch: What a match. If you want a prime example of a no bullshit, 1000 MPH OCW match, you need look no further. Total nonstop action (BROTHER) from bell to bell, an absolute delight to watch. Tony is a fantastic champion and I can't wait to see what he's gonna do next. O W E N vs. Fraser vs. Just Derek: Another really enjoyable match. I think my only real gripe is OWEN breaking up a lot of the moves. Once in a while is ok, but it got to be a bit much. Aside from that, loved all the chops and the MEAT. Surprised to see Derek pick up the win, hope he does something with it or I'll hit him with a brick. Some RPs: This show was pretty light on RPs surprisingly. Especially Night 2. Ross/Galsia: Liking the fire and vitriol in this one. Bit interesting that this is leading to a random match at the next show when I could easily see these two feuding. Maybe that feud is gonna become a thing and I just need to keep my panties in a bunch instead of tweeting some reactionary bullshit. "Because the Alistair Ross I saw at Summercide couldn’t lace the Christian Garcia I saw at Summercide’s boots. Prove me wrong." Good ass line. Alyssa Marceaux: Bit of a standard issue promo, this one. Placement is also all out of wack considering the women's championship matches were the night before, or maybe she doesn't pay attention to anything else in OCW outside her own affairs. Terra/FloJo: Evil Terra scares me. Love the attention to detail in this one, especially at the end when my feud with FloJo was referenced. That was some of her best character work, and if she can stay the course, she'll be over again in no time. A Video: The Iceman: Gotta respect anyone willing to put themselves in front of a camera here to cut a promo. Would like to see this Saul character expanded upon, think there's some cool potential here. I'd also like to see the sexy photos. For the sake of human science. Thanks to everyone who put in work. Thanks to Jake and Jae for putting this all together. Thank you to EVERYONE who donated to the Humane Society. Thank you EMP for putting up with my bullshit, coming up with the fundraiser idea and giving me one of my all-time favorite matches, if not my absolute favorite.

Keep in mind I'm old and ignorant so sorry if I've neglected anything here 3 RPs: - Quartz cutting a classic wrestling promo. Liking that he put KD over huge and mentioning the history between them. Bit of a bummer that he has to carry the storyline but he's doing a solid job. - Liking the written work Owen, I mean, OWEN has been putting in with Fraser here. Seems he's already finding his footing with the Derek feud. - Love Tribal Chief Nate. And the Invincible reference. 2 Videos: - Lumping in all the Terra/EMP stuff here cause it's been top tier stuff all around. Women's division has been such good shit. Going through the stage like that at the end is a really cool effect. - The Valk deepfake freaks me out. Dunno why. I'll still watch the movie tho 1 Match: - Love me a Tobin ass beating and who better to receive said ass beating than AC Cobra. AC showed a bit of fire but got put thru the ring. That's what you get for betraying Kass.

brother

It is a bit of a somber scene at the Cesar Dojo. Drago is seen staring outside the front window while his sister Dragana is seated at the couch with her hands clasped on her face, quietly sobbing. Sitting right next to her is Terra Daturas, gently patting her on the back. Terra: I know… Drago scratches the back of his ear, awkwardly looking for the right words to say. Drago: When you in this business, no matter who you are, you have target on your back. That target also extend to your family. Too many times people hurt my family. He turns around to face the pair. Drago: I’m try to tell my sister not to be part of this so she not get hurt. Dragana lifts her head for a moment. Drago: But she no listen. Maybe because this the dream for her like me you know? She had her dream taken away from her. Not have many friends. I should’ve been there more for her. But like me, she come to this country to take her dream back. He has himself a seat across from the pair on a wooden chair. Drago: Maybe Elsa rethinking her dream. Or maybe her dream is OCW and she just need little break. I’m think she come back one day. Just need time for herself a little bit. Is not easy when you have people breathing down neck all the time. Terra: Mr. Drago, have any of your friends left you? Drago peeks out of the corner of his eye to see an old photo of him serving in the military. He doesn’t answer. Terra: Mr. Drago…? Terra notices the photo as well and stands for a moment, hugging Drago Cesar, which takes him by surprise. Terra: Sometimes, I think we all must find ourselves. I used to think that being alone was always a bad thing, but I do not think that way anymore. We have to love ourselves before others can love us… Even if it means making the difficult decision like Elsa did. I miss her already. Terra walks back to the couch and sits next to Dragana as her eyes well up as well. Drago: I’m sure if she come back, she’ll be stronger than ever. A grunt can be heard from the opposite side of the room, followed by another. The series of grunts become almost rhythmic. Finally Bubba appears rolling like a log, letting out a grunt with each full rotation, likely his form of exercise. The big cat stops in front of Dragana, laying on his back, looking at her while upside down. He reaches out with his paws. Dragana smiles and reaches out with her hands to squeeze his paws. Terra gets on a knee and scratches the cat’s tumtum. Terra: There’s a good lesson to be learned here from Bubba; keep rolling onward even when the going is tough! Terra turns toward Drago again. Terra: Mr. Drago, that was a splendid performance at Wrestlution. Do you plan to compete again? Drago: Uh….After all those universes and galaxy I’m save…. He takes a moment to think, then lets out a smile. Drago: If I am needed!

interesting card

Very good show, didn't hate it, 8.4/10

I will always gladly lay deez nutz on your chin for all who follow me, it's not punishment if you take it with a smile.

Who are you?

Drago and Mugen are shown sitting down in the Lord of the Lariat’s lair, in Mugen’s mancave/laboratory where he messes about with interdimensional matters. Drago reads a list of some sort with the P3 Bonanza logo on top of it. Drago: Sed we can’t get guest for September Bonanza. Mugen: What do you think of the guest list? I think we’ve got some heavy hitters for next season. Drago: Is good….But we need someone to really spice things up, you know? With next season, we need to make thing bigger. Better. Badder. Mugen strokes his chin. Mugen: But who old sport? Drago: We need someone who is…..Worldwide. Mugen whispers to himself "wooorldwiiiiide" and looks up at Drago giving him a blank expression. Mugen: Old sport. I’ve endured heavy therapy and meditation. Rarely does a kind, caring gentleman like me even get close to annoyed…..But I really don’t think having HIM would be a good idea. Drago: Why? He can bring his friend too. What his name? Dale? Who Dale? Mugen: No! It’s Dah-Lay. It’s not a person, it's a lifestyle. Sometimes you just wanna dale. It's a catc- Mugen is cut off by the sound of his monitor unexpectedly turning on and the horrifying image of…..a block man? Upon further inspection, it’s the same retro-looking villain that caused Drago to get put into county jail. Fake Drago: HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Hey, remember me??? Drago stands from his seat. Drago: I seen you before. You’re the a****** on TV. Fake Drago: You should still be in jail! Why you no there??? Drago: I dunno, why you still not in your shet video game? Fake Drago growls and clenches his cube fists. Fake Drago: I will expose you in front of whole world!!! You just have to find me. Mugen: How? Fake Drago: Riddle me this, BUBBA. Biggest party of summer is over. But season is not done. Only one more show remain….It will be unforgettable fun!!! Drago sits back down and sighs. Drago: He think we’re stupid. Is not worth it. Mugen: You were going on about our guests? Drago: Ah yes…. Fake Drago: REEEEEEEEE!!!! An incensed Fake Drago shakes his arms, not knowing what to do. Fake Drago: Fine then! You not wanna FACK with me? I’m just….Uh….. Mugen and Drago continue to ignore the two-dimensional idiot. Drago: Maybe I’m thinking we get someone like…. Fake Drago: That’s it! I’m gonna turn your family to block person like me!!!! Drago stops his conversation, looking to the side. Mugen: Old sport….. Drago: You know. Maybe we have one last guest for Bonanza this season after all. Drago stands up from his chair again and leaves the room. Mugen follows suit. Fake Drago: Hey! Where you go? Uh oh…...

An unknown figure is seen throwing hands at a punching bag with the occasional kick. The camera pans out and the lighting shifts toward the figure to reveal Terra Daturas hammering away at the bag, at what seems to be a gym in an undisclosed location. ???: I so happy to see you, Terra. I cannot explain the love I feel when I saw you in the ring to help me. The camera pans out again to reveal Elsa looking on with her arms crossed. Elsa: How could this happen to us? Why Aerith go crazy like this? Terra doesn’t respond, still laser-focused on the punching bag. Upon the mention of Aerith, Terra tenses up and her strikes become less precise and more reckless. Every strike is met with an animalistic grunt of rage. Elsa: Terra ...? A concerned Elsa tries to reach out to Terra but her fury doesn’t stop; her grunts eventually turning into yells of rage and the bag reels back further from the punishment. Elsa steps back in fear. The rage doesn’t seem to stop until a clicking sound is heard in the background. Elsa turns to see the source of the sound as Terra finally ceases her assault on the bag. Elsa: Dragana! Elsa runs over to Dragana, her leg still in a cast and the side of her face stitched up from the brutal attack from Aerith. Dragana releases the crutches, standing on her good leg. Dragana and Elsa wrap each other up in a tight embrace. They release the hug after a few moments and Dragana turns to Terra, Elsa handing her back the crutches. She slowly makes her away over to her, her movements with the crutches rather imprecise due to her lack of experience with them. She finally gets face-to-face with Terra, leaning her crutches against the nearest wall. She looks at the bag, back at Terra, then hugs her, almost losing her balance. A stunned Terra looks back at the bag and sheds a tear. She hugs Dragana tightly, leaning her head on Dragana’s shoulder. Terra: I am so happy to see you, regina tacet. Terra leans her head up and continues to happy cry whilst looking at her two friends. The three united consciously for the first time in months. Terra’s smile fades a bit as she pauses her glance between Dragana and Elsa, seemingly seeing a void that used to be filled with Aerith. Her new friend who had shown her around the Turmoil arena, around the city, and who she thought she could trust. Elsa: Terra, are you okay? Terra: I have never been better. Terra wipes away her tears and begins to unbraid her hair, starting with the left side. Terra: I have never felt such anger. I have never fallen victim to the gusts of rage that I did when I saw Aerith attacking you, Elsa. I am still hurting. My ribs ache with every kick. My head pounds with every thought… but nothing pains me more than the throbbing of my broken heart. Terra continues to unbraid her hair until the left side hangs down past her shoulder, noticeably longer than it has been during the course of her OCW career. She stops, leaving the right side braided up. Terra: I am grateful for both of you being here… A small part of me wishes we could all three compete against Aerith at September 2 Remember… but I understand why it has to be this way. I am going to make her pay for what she did. Elsa and Dragana grow concerned, seeing the look on Terra’s face… Not one they have seen before. One side of Terra’s hair hangs down softly, the other side tightly wound, bunched up, signifying the internal struggle she is having between love and forgiveness… and vengeance. She starts unwrapping the tape from her hands before Dragana places her hand onto Terra’s and looks her in the eyes. Elsa: We both knowing you should be the one to fight, Aerith. She looks over to Dragana who nods in agreement. Elsa: We will be there, backstage, ready to helping you if she try any tricks. But we knowing you can do this. Anything you needing, we are here for you. Dragana: Mmm! Dragana turns to Elsa and flashes a smile in her direction, then turns back to Terra. Terra: My sisters….What would I do without you? Elsa walks up to Dragana and Terra, and the trio engage in a group hug.

This show more than lived up to the hype. Every match was a joy to watch and none of them felt like they dragged on for too long. Even though the season isn't over yet, it felt like a closing chapter of sorts despite the few loose ends that will inevitably conclude/continue to S2R.

The scene is set at a beach somewhere within the continental United States. Some children are seen making sand castles, and men are seen flirting with women during this beautiful day. The camera focuses on a man on shore, sitting on a giant rubber ducky inner tube. ??? (Voice over): Urban legends talk of an unknown entity sitting 80,000 leagues under the sea…. We zoom in on this figure, and it is none other than Drago Cesar sitting on the adorable rubber ducky, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and of course his aviator sunglasses. He takes a sip of his mimosa. ??? (Voice over): Waiting to seize its moment….Waiting for the wrong man...At the wrong place, at the wrong time…. Drago leans his head back and takes in the sunlight. However, his moment of bliss is interrupted when the water beneath him starts bubbling. Drago lifts up his aviators and looks around. Drago: We gonna need a bigger ducky. Suddenly, the water starts spinning around him and Drago gets sucked into a vortex, almost as if he’s being flushed down a toilet. The denizens of the beach look in shock as Drago disappears before their very eyes. ??? (Voice over): He awakens……The terrifying….. The water jumps up from where Drago was sucked in and out comes a figure wearing an old scuba diver suit, making a huge leap no mortal man can make! He lands on the shore and throws his arms up in the air. ??? (Voice over): SCUBA BUBBA!!!! Scuba Bubba: Raaawwwwrrrrrgghhhhh. Scuba Bubba reaches for his helmet and attempts to take it off, but it seems to be stuck. Women and children scream at the sight of this vicious creature. Scuba Bubba walks up to a woman and points to his helmet. Naturally, she screams and her bodybuilder boyfriend shoves her aside to confront the beast. Bodybuilder: THAT’S MY WOMAN YOU SON OF A…. He attempts to punch Scuba Bubba in the face, but due to the fact that he’s wearing a helmet made out of stainless steel, his bones crack and he retracts his hand in pain. Bodybuilder: What the hell are you??? AAAAAHHHHHH ??? (Voice over): A being that is nigh invincible….. The bodybuilder runs away, flailing his arms around in fear. Witnessing this entire debacle from across the shore is Poolboy Quartz, looking through his PRISTINE binoculars. Quartz: What… The hell is going on!? Quartz leaps up, his skullcap and swimmer goggles firmly locked on. He points at the monstrosity. Quartz: Someone has to put a stop to this! He looks around frantically looking for something to aid him. Eventually, he slips on his swimmies and charges towards Scubba Bubba… He stands yards away as Quartz can only look on as he makes his next move. Scuba Bubba finds a cell phone in the sand. He dials a number and makes a video call. The screen lights up with the sight of Bubba staring directly at Scuba Bubba. Bubba tilts his head and grunts. Scuba Bubba: Mrrrmaoremaagarrghhh!!!! Bubba roars. Scuba Bubba: Rrrrgghhhaaaaaaa!!!! Bubba sticks his tongue out. Scuba Bubba throws his free arm up in outrage. Bubba looks to his left and Dragana enters the camera’s view. Dragana: Hm? She looks into the camera and squints her eyes. Scuba Bubba waves. Dragana: Ah! She smacks the camera to the side out of fear and the video call ends. Scuba Bubba: Awwwwwrrrrhhhhh….. A sad Scuba Bubba drops the phone and notices Poolboy Quartz rushing up to him. ??? (Voice over): Only one man can stand up to such a horrifying sight…. ??? (Voice over): Will Scuba Bubba continue to terrorize America? Can the Poolboy stop this mysterious menace??? Only time will tell….. The scene ends on a still frame of Poolboy Quartz making a beeline for Scuba Bubba.