Drago Cesar

We turn to what looks to be the P3 soundstage. However, the lights are dimmed and the only light we see is a spotlight shining on Mugen and Drago. The audience claps before the pair settle them down. Mugen: Ladies and gentlemen… Drago: Especially lady. Mugen: Tonight’s episode of the P3 Bonanza is a very special episode, seeing as how it falls just after Ladies Night, and the New Year! Drago: We respect women! Mugen: And we love wrestling! So to celebrate, we’re going t- Suddenly, an off-screen figure snaps their fingers and the pair start to fade away. Drago: Mr. Living Legend Larry Mugen, I’m don’t feel so good! Mugen: OH NO! Both: AIIIIUUUGGGHHHHH Mugen and Drago eventually fade into dust. “Fred Durst” is shown with his mouth agape in shock. The off-screen figure enters the hard camera and the spotlight shines on none other than Molly, the Queen of Kindness. Molly: Good evening to you all. Our producers have figured that you, the audience, are tired of watching some “abstract art” show. What you, more importantly, what WE want is a show that is easily digestible and sane. Therefore, the NEW P3 Bonanza will be hosted by yours truly, Molly. The lights come on again and she goes to take a seat behind Mugen’s desk. A large screen appears right next to her. “Fred Durst”: Yo, this is bulls***. Bubba appears from behind the couch and he sticks his tongue out. Bubba: PPPPFFFFFFFTTTTTTT!!!!! Molly: Quiet, you. Molly: Ladies Night was a captivating show that left some of our roster satisfied and some devastated. We had our news correspondent go backstage with more. The television screen transitions to Dragana backstage, looking confused while holding a mic. Sounds of crying are heard from off-screen. Dragana: … The Women’s Champion looks around and awkwardly walks up to Terra Daturas, who happens to be in a ball on the ground, mourning at the death of her flowers. Dragana looks at the screen, shaking her head. Molly: Dragana, ask her about the flowers. Dragana spreads her arms in confusion, wondering what to do. Molly starts clapping with each syllable of her sentence. Molly: The. (CLAP) Flowers. (CLAP) Ask. (CLAP) Her. (CLAP) About. (CLAP) The. (CLAP) Flowers. The Silent Queen grits her teeth and gets down to a knee, holding the mic up to Terra’s face. Terra: Mater Natura…..Why would this happen? Terra turns to Dragana, taking note of the mic and the camera. She looks around confused. Terra: Ms. Dragana? Terra looks up at Dragana with wide sad eyes… but before she can finish her question, she hides her face from embarrassment in her arms, which are resting on her shaky knees. Dragana quietly observes the OCW newcomer who was kind to her just weeks earlier. She holds the microphone up to her balled up body unnervingly. Dragana: … Terra: Nobody wants me to be here… Terra’s words are muffled through her shaky voice and arms, which her head is buried in. Terra: Totius solus… Molly: Ugh. This is going nowhere… Molly crosses her arms and rolls her eyes. She stands up from her seat. Molly: Maybe if I scream into her ear, she’ll finally get the point. Molly: ASK HER ABOUT- Dragana: Ah! A startled Dragana throws down her earpiece and clutches her ear. Molly: THE POLITICAL IMPLICATIONS OF THE FLOWERS. The Women’s Champion tosses the earpiece to the other side of the hallway and she looks back at Terra. She reaches in her coat for something and pulls out a large pink flower; the same one Terra handed to her weeks ago. She puts down her mic and places her hand on Terra’s shoulder. Terra lifts her head up and sees the Azalea in Dragana’s hand. Terra sits stunned and lets out a small laugh through her sobbing. Terra: You kept the Azalea! Terra takes the pink flower from her hand and holds it between her hands. She wipes the tears from her face and stands back to her feet. Sounds of shouting can be faintly heard from the earpiece on the other side of the hall. Terra: Thank you. You’re right… I shouldn’t lose hope. There are kind people here. Terra smiles through her red, embarrassed face at The Silent Queen, who smiles back and nods. The enthused OCW newcomer peers over to the camera before looking embarrassed again and scurrying away down the hall as the camera focuses once again on the women’s champion. Dragana: … We turn back to an irritated Molly. Molly: Well that was a waste of time. She turns toward another camera. Molly: Violence and brutality at the main event of Ladies Night. Valkyrie summoning… She drones on as Bubba climbs up on top of the desk and has himself a nice nap on top of the desk, obscuring Molly from the camera’s view. Molly: I did NOT get my journalism degree so you can ruin it! I also didn't suffer through years of being Jessica REEEE Jessie's roommate just to be usurped by The King of The Jungle! She tries to move the lion out of the way, but as he is a very large cat, her attempts are ineffective. She stands up from her seat. Molly: That’s it! “Fred Durst”: Where my boys at? Suddenly….A pair of voices can be heard simultaneously. ???: FREEZE MOTHAFAKKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA The camera pans over to reveal Mugen and Drago blasting the entire set with what look to be dual finger Uzis. “Fred Durst” looks on with bliss in his eyes. Both Drago and Mugen go into slow motion as they do the reloading of their invisible guns slowly. “Fred Durst”: My homies!!! As Mugen and Drago finish reloading, “Fred” notices the invisible finger bullets coming towards him. He clutches his chest as if he’s been shot and he falls over in slow motion going “noooooooo”. Most of the audience falls over from being shot as well, also in slow motion. Mugen and Drago: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! They drop their finger guns and walk to the stage. Molly: You….But how??? Drago: EXPECT. Mugen: THE UNEXPECTED. “Fred” is heard yelling off camera as he suddenly comes into view and jumps through Molly's desk. http://ocwfed.tv/recapppv/Devils%20Night%202018/wbrb.png

We find ourselves at what looks to be a press conference in Tampa, Florida. Reporters and photographers lining up in front of a large table. The decor behind the table are filled with renders of the various women on the OCW roster, with the Ladies Night logo up top. The host of the conference steps out from behind a curtain with a microphone in hand. Host: Thank you kind folks for coming out here tonight! We’re here to promote Ladies Night; the event where our female superstars are given a chance to really shine! At this special event, the Women’s Champion will have to defend her championship against three other participants. The last woman standing will be declared champion! Host: The first challenger for the championship is…. Ace’s music plays over the speakers as she crawls out to the stage. The audience starts to cheer but they’re cut off by Ace screaming broken Japanese at them. The host shows her to her seat. Ace: Hallo! Where Flojo!? She manages to sit at her seat while growling at all the people watching her. Host: Next up…. Lotus FloJo’s theme plays and she arrives to a shower of cheers. She poses for the cameras, putting on her sunglasses. She moonwalks her way over to her seat. FloJo: Hello. Host: The final challenger in the Four Way….. The theme of Ashley Moore plays on the speakers and she arrives holding her phone in front her face and takes a selfie. She walks her way to her seat, not seeming to care what the host or anyone else is doing. Ashley: Do I have to be here? With those two? She points at Flojo and Ace. Host: And finally, OCW’s very own Women’s Champion…… The crowd start to pop, but are instantly silenced by the “shh” sound effect played over the speakers. After a few moments, Dragana’s theme finally plays and she arrives with Johnny Law. She shakes the host’s hand and has herself a seat along with Johnny. She notices the feverish crowd and raises her arms. She slowly lowers them, and the crowd calms down with her. FloJo: Well, whatdaya know, it’s the champ. Dragana waves. Dragana: :) Johnny: Oh jeez, that flight to Tampa must’ve been a…..pain in the neck, am I right? Ace is about to leap out of her seat but she is stopped by FloJo. She barely manages to restrain her friend. FloJo: You never shut up do you? The Mask with a Mouth shakes his head with a blank expression judging from his eyes. Johnny: Nope. For better or worse. Mostly wo- Host: Folks, I’d like to kick things off by having these lovely people ask some questions. The host picks out a reporter to ask a question. Reporter: Dragana, since Savage Lands, you’ve had to defend your championship in several one on one contests. However, at Ladies Night, you’ll have to do this against three other opponents at the same time. What is your thought process going into this match? The Silent Queen looks around at her opponents. Looking to Ashley, she notes her lack of interest, and bites her lip in uncertainty. She looks toward Ace, who is almost foaming at the mouth while staring at Dragana. The champion uncomfortably leans back on her chair. She finally looks again at FloJo, who seems to be staring seductively at her. Dragana appears to be in a trance until she shakes her head and looks back at the host. Johnny: FloJo’s proven to be a worthy opponent. We’ve seen what Ace and Ashley can do out there. With three opponents out there and the possibility of some teamwork involved, we’re probably in trouble….. Johnny clears his throat. Johnny: ….is what I’d say if we had an average competitor as our champion. Truth is, no matter the numbers or how powerful the opposition may be, The Queen ain’t bowing down to nobody. You could have, like, a perfect dodecaherdonagon right now and she’d still prevail. Dragana: O_O Johnny crosses his arms, leans back in his chair and puts his legs up on the table. A bewildered Dragana stares at him. He shrugs. Johnny: What? I believe in you! Dragana lowers her head and sighs, touching Johnny’s shoulder. Reporter: Ms. Moore, your previous appearances in the ring were, let’s say, not overwhelming. How do you think you can prove your critics wrong? Ashley looks annoyed at the reporter and turns back to her phone. Reporter: Flojo and Ace, would you consider your friendship as an advantage in the upcoming match? FloJo: We're not fri-- Ace: BESTIES! Ace: Right, right, right, riiiight? FloJo lighty sighs: Sure. FloJo: To answer your question, it could be an advantage or a detriment to my goal of being champion. FloJo: Granted I'm not the best around here so that makes me an underdog… Reporter: Alright then, question for Ace. Are you willing to do whatever it takes to become Women’s Champion, even if it means turning your back on FloJo? She ponders for a moment. Ace: ...Yes. FloJo: Excuse me!? Reporter: You put that bluntl- Ace: No. Reporter: Pardon? Ace: Yes! No! Yes! No! She turns to Flojo and smiles, who nervously returns the gaze. Ace: Trust. Me! Reporter: Well, another question for you, your spiked elbow pad has been a topic of concern among the women’s locker room. Johnny: She’ll kill someone with that thing! Reporter: Do you think you’ll- Ace: LEAVE. ANGEL. ALONE! FloJo: Don’t… talk about her pad. She gets sensitive about it. Reporter: Duly noted. After the last exchange, Dragana finds herself being surrounded by Ace and FloJo. Her gaze is on Ace, who slowly crawls toward her while growling. However, The Silent Queen is caught completely off guard by FloJo touching the side of her face. Dragana’s face turns into a lighter shade of red. Dragana: !!! FloJo: Sssshhhh…..No need to worry. It’ll all be over soon….. The immobilized Dragana is tackled to the floor by Ace, who looks like she’s about to devour the Women’s Champion. Johnny tries to pry Ace off of her, but this results in the other reporters and security trying to get the ladies off of each other. After a few minutes of tables being turned over and objects being thrown, there finally is a measure of peace as everyone is separated. Dragana is seen still lying on the ground, staring up at the lights. Out of the other side comes Ashley, who goes to take a selfie with the fallen champion. FloJo slyly makes her exit. Ashley: Say cheese, champ. She takes the photo and puts it up on her Instagram page. Johnny tries to help Dragana up as we fade out.

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The scene opens with the OCW Women’s Champion, Dragana, standing in line at a fast food restaurant with Johnny Law. The place is quite crowded, with only a handful of seats that aren’t taken. Dragana stands anxiously as she waits to order. Johnny: So what’ll it be? The usual? She nods in approval. Johnny inspects the menu and laughs. Johnny: Y’know, I’m feeling extra hungry right now. She turns to him with a quizzical expression on her face, raising an eyebrow. Johnny: Two number nines, a number nine large, a number six with EXTRA dip, a number seven, two number forty-fives, one with some of that extra cheese...and to top it all off…… He takes a breath. Johnny: A laaaaaaarge soda. Dragana stares at him with confusion. She looks up and down at him, wondering how his skinny figure could possibly withstand all of that food. Johnny: What? I’m a guy with a weird metabolism all right? Dragana: … She scoffs at him, turning back to the line. There are still quite a number of people waiting. Johnny’s phone vibrates. He takes his phone out of his pocket and answers it. Johnny: Yeah…..All right dude, hang on. He turns to Dragana. Johnny: Your brother’s up to some weird scheme again. I’ll be back. He quickly shuffles out of the line, stepping out of the restaurant. Dragana is left alone in the line as it starts to move forward. With a few people in front of her, she starts to feel a little anxious. After a few moments, the line moves forward again. Now there is only one person in front of her. A bead of sweat starts to fall from her forehead. She looks back toward the entrance to see Johnny still conversing on the phone. The Women’s Champion turns back, gritting her teeth. Employee: Next in line, please! Dragana slowly walks up to the person at the counter, turning back to see if Johnny is coming back anytime soon. Employee: What can I get for you? She immediately turned back to the person behind the counter. She looks up at the menu, her eyebrow twitching from the stress. She points to one of the items at the menu. The employee looks up at the menu in confusion. The people behind Dragana in the line are starting to get impatient. ???: Come on! Dragana: ... The sweat continues to fall from her forehead. She can’t bear another moment of this. From the back comes a voice, as a girl can be seen weaving in and out of the line. Aerith: Excuse me, sorry, pardon me, my friend’s at the front and I need to… Thanks! With a sigh of relief Aerith comes to the front of the queue, Dragana looks a little confused but seems to be calming down. Aerith: Okay, so… Aerith passes her phone over with the iNOTES application opened. Aerith: Tell me what you’re wanting and I’ll order for you, and don’t worry about taking your time… You’ll be fine. Dragana smiles nervously and begins tapping away at the phone, typing in her order. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of her face as she prays internally to anyone who will listen that Aerith’s phone doesn't ring. Dragana bites her lip, slowly typing out the order as she remembers it. After a few minutes she turns the phone back to Aerith. Aerith is startled as she’s looking through the order. Aerith: Are you eating all this??? Dragana: -_- She turns her head toward Johnny, who is still on the phone. Aerith: Oh…. That still doesn't make sense… But I'll go with it! Gosh dang number 9’s. Aerith hands over the phone with her best smile to the cashier. Aerith: Thank you, you can charge it through the phone too if that makes it easier for you. The pair wait for what seems an age until finally they're presented with three trays stacked to the gunnels with food. They exchange a glance as Johnny returns and takes two trays, presumably his. Dragana offers a smile of thanks as she takes the other tray and the three of them settle down at a table. It doesn't take long before Johnny leaves to take another phone call. Aerith: So, the anniversary show huh? I hope you don't think I'm going to do anything dirty to you before then, I'm all about that good fight. Dragana: … The Women’s Champion shakes her head in response. She points to Aerith and to herself, shaking her fist. Aerith: And I take it that you won’t try anything either? Not that you or anyone in your family has that kind of reputation. Dragana smirks, crossing her arms. She looks away for a few seconds to gather her thoughts. She then turns back to Aerith, keeping her smirk. She places her elbow on the table, closing her hand into a fist…..except for her pinky, which she keeps extended. Aerith smiles upon seeing this. Aerith: Oh….I guess you’re serious. Dragana nods much to the approval of Aerith. The champion raises her eyebrows, looking at Aerith and her own pinky. Aerith’s expression softens and the pair Pinky-Up™. Finally, Johnny returns. Johnny: What did I miss? Aerith just chuckles and shakes her head, Dragana lets out a small laugh to their surprise.

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Dope AF shoe. Best matches IMO are both the Main Events and Valk/Heather. Great stuff to close out the season, can't wait to read all the RPs.

We turn again to the bright and sunny Honolulu, Hawaii. A wave of reporters and other members of the press crowd around the tables at the top of the stage. The tables have two microphones set up next to each other. Host: Folks, I’d like to welcome… Aerith enters from side stage, greeted by same Hulu dancer that Archer pushed off the stage, albeit this time with her ankle wrapped up. She adorns Aerith with a lei around her neck. The #1 contender to the Women’s Championship has herself a seat near one of the microphones. Host: And the OCW Women’s Champion…. Dragana arrives from the side, accompanied by Johnny Law. She looks at the Hulu dancer and receives the lei around her neck. Dragana looks around in confusion, wondering what this could mean. Johnny simply leads her to the other microphone and they take their seats. Aerith flashes a smile towards Dragana and motions towards the lei around her own neck before nodding to the Hulu dancer who is adorned with the same traditional offering, hoping it explains what’s happening. There’s no tension in the air, Aerith seems, for the most part, in a good mood. Flight of the Valkyrie suddenly begins playing from somewhere in the room and she panics, reaching into her jean pockets frantically to put her cell phone on silent. A couple of the reporters chuckle and she goes red, leaning over to the microphone. Aerith: Sorry about that, I forgot to turn it off… I guess I’m a bad person to go to the movies with, right? The reporters laugh, keeping the atmosphere light. Aerith: And don’t worry, I’ll phone that person back… Hey, you never know, it might even be my husband telling me he’s finally left the training room. A fake smile is interrupted by a polite cough from the host, who intends to get things underway. Host: Thank you for rectifying the cell phone situation, we had hoped visitors would have read the pamphlet but sometimes that’s just too much to ask. Aerith bows her head in an apology as the host continues. Host: On Saturday the 25th of August both Aerith and Dragana will be competing for the OCW Women’s Championship, for those of you that are unaware, Dragana actually scored a pinfall victory over Aerith in a triple-threat match to become Women’s champion… Weeks later Aerith would defeat three other women in a fatal-four way elimination match up to earn the right to face Dragana right here, in sunny Hawaii. Dragana, do you have any words for your challenger at this time? Dragana leans toward the microphone and clears her throat. She looks sideways for a bit before she looks at the press. Dragana: … The cameras flicker as Dragana drinks from her water bottle. She leans back in her chair and awkwardly stares at the reporters. Johnny leans toward the microphone. Johnny: We know that while Aerith may have taken the pinfall at Savage Lands, we’re aware that she’s still near the top of the women’s division. Summercide will be a chance for her to redeem herself. We’re not going to make that easy, though. Next question please. Host: ...She has nothing to say? Johnny: You know who you’re talking to, right? You’d be expecting as much if you paid any attention….. Johnny laughs as Dragana lets out a tiny smile. Johnny: ...But that’s just too much to ask, right? He looks the host in the eyes, the smile permeating underneath his mask. Host: Right. Aerith, you’ve been hit with a double whammy recently; your “best friend” doesn’t want to have anything to do with you, and you haven’t heard from Jacob Trance in a while. How does this factor into your upcoming championship match? Aerith pinches her nose, before giving an exasperated sigh. Aerith: Elephant in the room already, huh? I'd like to say it doesn't bother me, I'd like to say I'm laser focused… But I'm not. It's there, it's lurking at the back of my mind about how someone can say such horrible things but still thinks they're in the right. I could understand it all if I had taken the knife that Valkyrie rammed into my back out and turned it on her, but I'm not going to do that. I'm not a bitter person and despite what she may believe… I've earned my way here, if she would rather spend her time bitching about me at a comic book convention then that's fine, maybe that and her attitude are why she's not sitting here today. Host: Well… Aerith: I'm not finished. She beat me, yes, she did. That's fine, wins come and go, and like the t-shirt sadly says, friendships are temporary, however, blood pacts are forever. That's what she and I share, so eventually she'll lighten up and realise that her own worst enemy is in her head. Host: And your husband? Aerith fidgets nervously. Aerith: I don't know where he is, what he's doing, he was meant to be on the same flight over here with me. He doesn't return calls, it's funny. Austin Lee is the one that wouldn't show up and now that Jacob isn't here… Here he is… in all of his dick pic sending glory. Aerith sighs. Aerith: Sorry, that wasn't meant to come out. Look. This is a huge match, on a huge show, this is the second biggest show of the OCW calendar and for me to have actually been on both when it looked like I was completely screwed because of she who shall not be named… It's mind blowing. It's an honour and a privilege. Sure, the circumstances aren't great but you know what… I'm still here, I'm still standing and hopefully come the end of Saturday night I will be standing there as the new OCW Women's Champion and if I'm not… Well Dragana will know that I'm no god damned push over. Dragana: … Johnny: Yeah well...Come Summercide, you’re gonna learn that that championship is gonna stay with her. And you better get all that bad stuff out of your head, because if you don’t….You’re gonna get dropped right on that noggin. The Age of Silence will live on and you’re just going to be another competitor that’s gonna get silenced. If you want that championship so so bad…. Johnny leans even closer to the microphone and whispers. Johnny: Come and take it. Aerith gets up from her seat, standing over the seated Dragana. The champion nervously looks down at the table, feeling Aerith’s gaze pierce her like a dagger. Aerith taps the championship a few times. Aerith: See you soon. She walks off stage as Dragana is still anxiously looking down at the table. Host: I think that wraps it up for today! Dragana takes a deep breath and gets up from her seat, holding the Women’s Championship over her shoulder. Johnny follows her offstage as the feed fades to black.

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The scene opens with The World's Greatest Hunter, Drago Cesar, sitting inside of an office. Across from him is a woman in a suit explaining several things to him that he doesn't look like he's understanding. The desk separating the two has papers scattered all over, with posters promoting a "Bubba Con". Drago: ...Convention? The Suit: Yes! It's where people from all over the world can get together and see their favorite wrestlers, actors, entertainers, you name it. Drago scratches his head. Drago: We already have event that do same thing around time of pay-per-view, no? The Suit: Kind of, but the cool thing about this is you get fans doing cosplays, live streams, and you get to invite guests of your choosing to host panels throughout the day. Along with the things you and the rest of the Cesar clan would be doing. Drago: Guest? Like who? The Suit: Perhaps some of your closest friends within the business? Some new talent that looks promising to you? Maybe your greatest rival? The woman tilts her head in an inquisitive manner. The Suit: Have you ever been to a convention, Mr. Cesar? Drago thinks back..... Drago grits his teeth while shaking his head. Drago: Nope. Never. The woman leans forward in her chair and places a contract on the table with a pen on it. The Suit: All I'm asking you to do is to take a chance on this. It'll be fun, I guarantee you. Think about the rest of your family. Your sister's an active competitor right? She is in a high profile match at the upcoming pay-per-view. This could do wonders for her already growing popularity. Not to mention that kids will love seeing that adorable little lion in person. Drago takes the pen and looks at the contract. Drago: Sure. Guess it would be nice to something different for a change. The hunter signs the contract. Drago: Can I leave now? We cut to Drago on the streets of New York, on the phone with Johnny Law. Drago: So yeah, I'm sign. Johnny: You did?!?! Yaaaaaaasssss. Also, I hope you don't mind if I....alter our little bet. Drago: What? Johnny: If Dragana wins the title come Savage Lands, you'll have to admit to everyone in attendance at Bubba Con that she's the better hunter! Drago: WHAT? Johnny: Oh come on. If you're so confident that she's not as good as you are at your own job, then this shouldn't be a problem. Drago: But....I..... Johnny: Also, I've taken the liberty of contacting our potential guests. So far it seems we have a pretty stacked show! Drago takes a moment to think. Drago: Ugh, ok, can we just talk about this when I'm come back? Johnny: Better get here quick before I start calling more guests. Drago: B-but, I..... Johnny: kthxbai!!! Johnny hangs up as the camera switches perspective to the former cameraman and Dragana, both barely able to contain their laughter. Johnny: He's so shook right now. When you win that championship, dude's gonna lose his mind. This is gonna be the start of something absolutely DELIGHTFUL. The scene fades.

Right in the bread basket! Right in the bread basket! Right in the bre-

Good to see Dragana doing commentary for the second week in a row, she's a natural

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