Welp (OTSS Epilogue Finale)
Jun 23, 2019 14:37:07 GMT -5
Post by Delikado on Jun 23, 2019 14:37:07 GMT -5
Prudential Center
Newark, New Jersey
Sofia Monzón is walking around the center of the arena, taking in the silence as she looks about at all the emptiness. The last time she was here was for the FGA’s Seven Year Anniversary Show, when Delikado and Susan Kent had formed their alliance. She chuckles dryly at the apparent appropriateness of it all…then she glances at her watch and bitterness takes over.
Sofia Monzón: Well, no Susan Kent. I guess the bitch dropped the ball on even a simple peace offering…
Suddenly, a door opens somewhere in the deserted arena. Sofia cocks an eyebrow and looks in the direction of the noise.
Sofia Monzón: Took your sweet <BEEP>ing time!
A different look crosses her face when she realizes it’s a panicked Ewan Jakeway rushing down the stairs.
Sofia Monzón: Ewan…?
Ewan Jakeway: *panting* S-S-Sofia, I…*wheeze*…w-w-w-we gotta go! S-S-She….she-fake….all…all time….a l-l-lie—
Ewan trips down the stairs but is able to pick himself up and rush even faster down the stairs, panting and spluttering nonsense in his hyper state.
Sofia Monzón: What the hell are you doing here? What are you even trying to SAY for that ma—
Ewan Jakeway: IT’S A TRAP!!!
Ewan gets to within ten feet of his partner when the arena lights turn out completely. Darkness holds over the Prudential Center for several seconds, until a massive screen comes to life where the stage would be. Prince Otto Sonsson appears on the screen, standing on his beloved scooter in a triumphant pose worthy of a statue. He turns his head to look down on Sofia and Ewan.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Vell, vell, vell, all my liddle simpleton ducks are in zee row. Zoo may not remember me, but zoo two are about to make me one of zee most powerful people in Frontier Grappling Arts. Zoo future endeavored my father, a King, thus as his heir I vill be zee King now.
He smiles as he allows himself to soak in this news.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Of course, I also vish to be a manager of pro vrestling. Vat is a man to do? Vell…vhy not BOTH? Yes. I vill be King AND pro vrestling manager. Yet, ver is my client, one may ask…? Heheh, as luck vood have it, you two are going to help me vit zat as vell! For zoo see, if making me King was not kindness enough, zoo are about to provide me with zee most unorthodox, zee most promising, and zee most…otherworldly…of clients? Delikado! It is--
Sofia Monzón: He isn’t a prop that you can just take, you little ferret-looking mother<BEEP>er!
Otto snaps immediately with violent anger at being interrupted.
Prince Otto Sonsson: ZOO DO NOT BLURT OUT VEN I AM SPEAKING, ZOO BITCH! …..*exhale* I am not “taking” him, I am being provided his abilities and service, a trade if you vill. Isn’t zat right, Major Dick…?
A spotlight turns on in the arena, and a man in a suit steps under it. It’s the FGA official Delikado and the gang have had some run-ins with in the past, Major Dick Pict.
Major Dick Pict: That’s right, Prince Otto. [pointing to Ewan and Sofia] Did you two think your lawsuit and threats were just going to go away? No. Anyone who threatens the FGA with something like that is met with all the power at our disposal. Now, I’ve kept Jenevieve Geroux and other important people in the company from knowing about your threats of legal action, but we still need to rectify that little issue. At first, I considered burying you under paperwork and red tape, making your client’s life a living hell until you backed down, but then Prince Otto came to me with his desire to be a manager, and a neat little plan of his own. A manager’s trade! He gets Delikado, and you two get spots in his endeavors overseas.
Ewan Jakeway: You can’t do that! ….Can he do that, Sofia?
Major Dick Pict: Listen. You aren’t in any position to say what the FGA can and can’t do, because you technically don’t work for us anymore. The documents have already been put in the system, and Delikado will be put under the managerial services of Prince Otto Sonsson from here on out! Personally, I think it’s a swell idea!
Prince Otto Sonsson: I do as vell! I have a lot of great ideas ver his career vill go, and I do believe I shall use him better zen zoo two ever would…or did. Just look at his excitement!
The camera feed on the screen changes to a first person recording of what looks like Sofia and Ewan’s residence. Some of Otto’s men approach Delikado in his wheelchair. They surround the Cuban and then begin to roll him away.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Tsk, tsk, you just left him alone?
Delikado’s right pinky finger suddenly lashes out and strikes the men away with rapid precision and violence. They immediately dogpile him and force a bag over the pinky to keep the weaponized digit from lashing out further.
Prince Otto Sonsson: He vill take some breaking down, to undo zee bad habits zoo instilled in him…but I vill make him learn to obey his King.
The feed returns to a smug-looking Otto. He strokes the peach fuzz on his chin as he looks down on Delikado’s apparent ex-managers.
Prince Otto Sonsson: As for zoo both, I—
*static*
A voice is heard over the speakers of the arena.
Staffer: Uh hey there, hello? I’m just testing out the sound system for a Frisbee tournament tonight. Do you hear this?
The following tune emits through the speakers:
Staffer: That work?
Prince Otto Sonsson: Yes.
Sofia Monzón: You’re good, thanks.
Ewan Jakeway: Sound quality is a-ok, my man!
Staffer: Good, I’ll just turn it off now and—
Prince Otto Sonsson: No, leave it, it vorks vell for a thing I’m doing!
Staffer: Oh…okay. Carry on.
The tune remains playing for the rest of the time in the background.
Prince Otto Sonsson: *clears throat* Anyway, I have traded over zee managing position my father and I held over some…”undesirables”…in Swedish fighting prisons. It’s a great zing, a marvel concept like your pro FGA vrestling, only it’s in a prison setting! Of course, in Sweden zey manage zer client’s in-house, so you vill be transported to zee prison’s to serve vit zem in zer long, LONG sentences. Not together, of course. I vas only able to get you jobs in completely different locations, hundreds of miles apart. So sorry.
Sofia Monzón: Hah! And just what makes you think we’ll go do something as braindead as what you suggest?
Prince Otto Sonsson: It wasn’t a suggestion. You’ll go vether you vant to or not. I got YOU an especially cold and vicious territory, you mouthy bitch. Guards.
On cue, the lights to the arena return, and the once empty Prudential Center is now swarming with Swedes of Otto’s “royal guard”! Sofia’s cockiness rapidly falls away as she realizes just how many there are surrounding and closing in on them. There’s no direction they could run without slamming into the horde. Otto’s smug smile only seems to grow with his next statement.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Ah, I just remembered something else. An important zing to note is how long you’ll be away. Zoo have a son, yes, a baby named Hector? Vell, he obviously can’t join you in zee prisons, zey are dangerous! And nobody else can take care of him so…I did zoo a favor and put him up for adoption!
The camera feed changes again, to the same residence where Delikado was taken, to show Sofia and Ewan’s infant son Hector crying in his crib as some more Swedes take him out. One of them holds the crying baby to the camera, and she even takes Hector’s hand to make it wave at his parents.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Not sure who thought zoo make Delikado his babysitter, but I digress, Americans do not know how zoo raise children…
As baby Hector continues to cry and be carried away, Sofia goes into immediate Mommy panic mode.
Sofia Monzón: *trembling* H-He’s got my baby! *voice cracking* My little boy! MY BABY!
She drops to her knees in a nervous breakdown. The Swedes amass around the two, forming a giant circle that would overwhelm anyone. Ewan steps forward and points at the screen.
Ewan Jakeway: I’LL FUCKING BREAK YOU!!! DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU DWARFISH PIECE OF SHIT!!! IF YOU HURT MY SON, I WILL RIP YOUR LIMBS OFF AND MAKE EACH ONE MY BITCH!!!
Sofia slowly lifts her head up, staring through her tears in shock at Ewan’s profanity-laced outcry (heck, it got through the censor!). Otto returns to focus on the stage screen, continuing to smile in his safety and victory.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Vell, I zink zat was everything I needed zoo say sooooo….Take zem.
The Swedes begin to bum rush them. Ewan brutally slugs two of the closest guards, then stops to focus on Sofia, who is still on the ground stricken with grief at this turn of events.
Ewan Jakeway: Sofia!
Sofia Monzón: They…They have our baby, Ewan...Delikado…Hector…everything’s gone….
Ewan Jakeway: Hey, nothing’s gone. We’ll make it…..we’re family.
Ewan holds out his hand to Sofia. She looks at it for a few moments, then grips it and pulls herself back to her feet. As they continue to hold hands in the face of the aggressively swarming Swedes, Ewan smiles.
Ewan Jakeway: Let’s fight these assholes to the very end!
Sofia sniffs as tears run down her face. Finally, she nods in firm agreement. With a mighty yell, they charge the horde and punch, kick, headbutt, perform every wrestling move in their arsenal to take down as many as they can….but it’s all quickly squashed as the numbers add up. Ewan and Sofia are both left not just defeated but practically mangled: among cuts and bruises Sofia’s right arm hangs limply and bent awkwardly, while Ewan’s left eye is swelling shut and as he gasps he spits out a tooth. Otto’s people finish beating them down and then haul them away in different directions. Sensing they’re being pulled apart and may never see each other again, they each extend a hand out.
Sofia Monzón: EWAN!!!
Ewan Jakeway: *spitting out tooth* SOFIA!!!
Prince Otto Sonsson: Vait, vait, hold on a second, I can’t let zem go like zis!
The guards hold the two in place as Otto leans forward and looks into the camera even closer.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Susan Kent vas pretending to be injured zee entire time. I could interfere, remove my client Delikado from such a hazardous alliance, but I von’t. A morbid curiosity drives me to see ver zis team vill go under zis new management. Zer, NOW zoo can get zem out of my sight! I have a coronation to finalize!
Sofia hangs her head, panting weakly even as her suspicion is finally confirmed. However, it’s obvious this “win” means nothing given how much has been lost tonight. Losing consciousness, she disappears into the shadows as Swedes remove her from the arena. Ewan has a vacant stare as he’s pulled through a door and into the darkened backstage area. Prince Otto laughs as his screen cuts out, and then the camera fades out.
~Some Time Later~
Prince Otto stands before a mirror having the collar to a fancy red cloak fasted to his neck. A servant sticks their head in, avoiding eye contact.
Servant: Your Grace? They’re ready.
Otto smiles and beckons the servant dressing him to stand back so he can admire himself in the mirror.
Elsewhere, Delikado is sitting in his wheelchair, chains wrapped all around him. It’s then we see he’s being wheeled out of a stable like for horses.
In some other place, Ewan Jakeway sits on a bus, a vengeful stare on his face as his head is tilted toward the window. It’s snowing heavily outside, suggesting that icy European location Otto warned about.
A nifty parallel transition of the camera shows Sofia Monzón sitting alone on a different bus in a similarly frozen environment, only her look is a thousand-yard stare.
The transition fairy now takes us apparently to the adoption agency with baby Hector. He's put on a table next to some strange mechanical device and left there momentarily. The Swede who put him there is seen getting a snack out of a fridge as some scientist looking dude stares his way, looking away from the machine.
Swede Scientist: Zat better not be my sandwich!
Swede: Relax, just a nibble. I have to carry a kid off to get some new parents, and zat takes a full tummy! Just do science.
The scientist grumbles, still eyeing the other man as he pulls a switch and an electric whirring is heard off-screen. A flash of light is seen briefly, before everything goes back to normal.
Swede Scientist: "Do science?" I am testing new time machine! Zat is more zen just science, it's a game-changer!
Swede: Whatever, nom nom nom. Anyway, I'm going...
He steps outside the lab to go get Hector, only to find he's gone. He looks around in a hesitant, then nervous manner.
Swede: Here, baby, baby, babyyyyy! ....Olaf, vat zat sign say?
He points to a sign reading "Time Machine: DO NOT SIT BY!" And as it turns out, that's where Hector as sitting.
Swede Scientist: It says "Time Machine: DO NOT SIT BY!" Vhy? Did you put baby zer?
Swede: .....Maybe.
Swede Scientist: Zoo need to get glasses, zis happens too many times, Gregor! Remember, ZAT side says "time machine", and ZAT side says "adoption agency!"
Swede: Sorry!
Swede Scientist: *shrug* Vell, baby is somewhere in time now. Who knows where he'll show up, or how it'll change him....?
Back at his coronation, Otto Sonsson approaches the man who will crown him, when he nods toward Major Dick Pict at the side.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Major Dick, zank you for coming. Zoo know, I zink I could use your advising in FGA, perhaps as a member of my royal council? Zit comes vit a promotion to Lieutenant colonel.
Dick bows in acceptance.
Major Dick Pict: Lit. Dick Pick? I’d be honored, Your Majesty.
Otto smiles and walks over to the dude who will crown him. He turns to the assembled crowd (mostly of Swedes already loyal to him, but some onlookers of the FGA universe are curiously observing.)
Priest: I anoint thee King Otto Son—
Prince Otto Sonsson: No, vait. Zat royal name Sonsson reminds me too much of my late father Son Gustav and all his greatness. I vish to achieve my own stature and legacy, both as King of Sweden and FGA manager. Vit zat in mind, I wish to take on zee name of the monarch who oversaw my family at its peak in zee 12th century, King Eric zee Lawgiver, so in his honor I vill be known as….Eric Otto!
Priest: Okay, then I anoint thee King Eric Otto! Long live the King!
Crowd: Woooooooo! Long live the King!
Eric Otto smiles as the crown is placed atop his head, confirming him as King of Sweden (actually he’s a pretender, but nobody here’s going to speak up to that fact). With the ritual complete, he turns toward his chained and wheelchaired client, simultaneously revealing we’re outside Delikado’s Parking Lotta Fun in FGA. The King waves his hand dramatically.
King Eric Otto: Zis park has nothing zoo do vit zee vrestling you vill be unleashing on zee FGA, my pet, so as my first act as King, I order it destroyed!
On cue, the wrestling theme park blows up in a dramatic pyro display. Delikado is rolled to face the destruction of his property, his very first FGA creation, but he gives no response or reaction. Eric Otto laughs as he watches the letters on the sign out front deteriorate from this…
…to this:
A mini explosion sends that first o flying to the back, finalizing the sign as reading:
King Eric Otto walks over to his new client and tilts his crowned head in a mocking fashion to the catatonic Cuban.
King Eric Otto: Consider zis zee start of a whole new career, Cuban Kado. Ve’re going to accomplish great zings. Doesn’t zat make you happy…?
When Delikado says nothing, King Eric slaps him and then chuckles before walking off triumphantly.
King Eric Otto: Throw him back in zee stables until I need him, roughly around zee next FGA show! Bwahahahahahaha!
As the new King/FGA manager’s laughter echoes, the camera holds on Delikado for several seconds before panning up to the destroyed Parking Lotta Fun, catalyst to this entire sequence of events, and then cutting to black with “season finale” finality.
Newark, New Jersey
Sofia Monzón is walking around the center of the arena, taking in the silence as she looks about at all the emptiness. The last time she was here was for the FGA’s Seven Year Anniversary Show, when Delikado and Susan Kent had formed their alliance. She chuckles dryly at the apparent appropriateness of it all…then she glances at her watch and bitterness takes over.
Sofia Monzón: Well, no Susan Kent. I guess the bitch dropped the ball on even a simple peace offering…
Suddenly, a door opens somewhere in the deserted arena. Sofia cocks an eyebrow and looks in the direction of the noise.
Sofia Monzón: Took your sweet <BEEP>ing time!
A different look crosses her face when she realizes it’s a panicked Ewan Jakeway rushing down the stairs.
Sofia Monzón: Ewan…?
Ewan Jakeway: *panting* S-S-Sofia, I…*wheeze*…w-w-w-we gotta go! S-S-She….she-fake….all…all time….a l-l-lie—
Ewan trips down the stairs but is able to pick himself up and rush even faster down the stairs, panting and spluttering nonsense in his hyper state.
Sofia Monzón: What the hell are you doing here? What are you even trying to SAY for that ma—
Ewan Jakeway: IT’S A TRAP!!!
Ewan gets to within ten feet of his partner when the arena lights turn out completely. Darkness holds over the Prudential Center for several seconds, until a massive screen comes to life where the stage would be. Prince Otto Sonsson appears on the screen, standing on his beloved scooter in a triumphant pose worthy of a statue. He turns his head to look down on Sofia and Ewan.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Vell, vell, vell, all my liddle simpleton ducks are in zee row. Zoo may not remember me, but zoo two are about to make me one of zee most powerful people in Frontier Grappling Arts. Zoo future endeavored my father, a King, thus as his heir I vill be zee King now.
He smiles as he allows himself to soak in this news.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Of course, I also vish to be a manager of pro vrestling. Vat is a man to do? Vell…vhy not BOTH? Yes. I vill be King AND pro vrestling manager. Yet, ver is my client, one may ask…? Heheh, as luck vood have it, you two are going to help me vit zat as vell! For zoo see, if making me King was not kindness enough, zoo are about to provide me with zee most unorthodox, zee most promising, and zee most…otherworldly…of clients? Delikado! It is--
Sofia Monzón: He isn’t a prop that you can just take, you little ferret-looking mother<BEEP>er!
Otto snaps immediately with violent anger at being interrupted.
Prince Otto Sonsson: ZOO DO NOT BLURT OUT VEN I AM SPEAKING, ZOO BITCH! …..*exhale* I am not “taking” him, I am being provided his abilities and service, a trade if you vill. Isn’t zat right, Major Dick…?
A spotlight turns on in the arena, and a man in a suit steps under it. It’s the FGA official Delikado and the gang have had some run-ins with in the past, Major Dick Pict.
Major Dick Pict: That’s right, Prince Otto. [pointing to Ewan and Sofia] Did you two think your lawsuit and threats were just going to go away? No. Anyone who threatens the FGA with something like that is met with all the power at our disposal. Now, I’ve kept Jenevieve Geroux and other important people in the company from knowing about your threats of legal action, but we still need to rectify that little issue. At first, I considered burying you under paperwork and red tape, making your client’s life a living hell until you backed down, but then Prince Otto came to me with his desire to be a manager, and a neat little plan of his own. A manager’s trade! He gets Delikado, and you two get spots in his endeavors overseas.
Ewan Jakeway: You can’t do that! ….Can he do that, Sofia?
Major Dick Pict: Listen. You aren’t in any position to say what the FGA can and can’t do, because you technically don’t work for us anymore. The documents have already been put in the system, and Delikado will be put under the managerial services of Prince Otto Sonsson from here on out! Personally, I think it’s a swell idea!
Prince Otto Sonsson: I do as vell! I have a lot of great ideas ver his career vill go, and I do believe I shall use him better zen zoo two ever would…or did. Just look at his excitement!
The camera feed on the screen changes to a first person recording of what looks like Sofia and Ewan’s residence. Some of Otto’s men approach Delikado in his wheelchair. They surround the Cuban and then begin to roll him away.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Tsk, tsk, you just left him alone?
Delikado’s right pinky finger suddenly lashes out and strikes the men away with rapid precision and violence. They immediately dogpile him and force a bag over the pinky to keep the weaponized digit from lashing out further.
Prince Otto Sonsson: He vill take some breaking down, to undo zee bad habits zoo instilled in him…but I vill make him learn to obey his King.
The feed returns to a smug-looking Otto. He strokes the peach fuzz on his chin as he looks down on Delikado’s apparent ex-managers.
Prince Otto Sonsson: As for zoo both, I—
*static*
A voice is heard over the speakers of the arena.
Staffer: Uh hey there, hello? I’m just testing out the sound system for a Frisbee tournament tonight. Do you hear this?
The following tune emits through the speakers:
Staffer: That work?
Prince Otto Sonsson: Yes.
Sofia Monzón: You’re good, thanks.
Ewan Jakeway: Sound quality is a-ok, my man!
Staffer: Good, I’ll just turn it off now and—
Prince Otto Sonsson: No, leave it, it vorks vell for a thing I’m doing!
Staffer: Oh…okay. Carry on.
The tune remains playing for the rest of the time in the background.
Prince Otto Sonsson: *clears throat* Anyway, I have traded over zee managing position my father and I held over some…”undesirables”…in Swedish fighting prisons. It’s a great zing, a marvel concept like your pro FGA vrestling, only it’s in a prison setting! Of course, in Sweden zey manage zer client’s in-house, so you vill be transported to zee prison’s to serve vit zem in zer long, LONG sentences. Not together, of course. I vas only able to get you jobs in completely different locations, hundreds of miles apart. So sorry.
Sofia Monzón: Hah! And just what makes you think we’ll go do something as braindead as what you suggest?
Prince Otto Sonsson: It wasn’t a suggestion. You’ll go vether you vant to or not. I got YOU an especially cold and vicious territory, you mouthy bitch. Guards.
On cue, the lights to the arena return, and the once empty Prudential Center is now swarming with Swedes of Otto’s “royal guard”! Sofia’s cockiness rapidly falls away as she realizes just how many there are surrounding and closing in on them. There’s no direction they could run without slamming into the horde. Otto’s smug smile only seems to grow with his next statement.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Ah, I just remembered something else. An important zing to note is how long you’ll be away. Zoo have a son, yes, a baby named Hector? Vell, he obviously can’t join you in zee prisons, zey are dangerous! And nobody else can take care of him so…I did zoo a favor and put him up for adoption!
The camera feed changes again, to the same residence where Delikado was taken, to show Sofia and Ewan’s infant son Hector crying in his crib as some more Swedes take him out. One of them holds the crying baby to the camera, and she even takes Hector’s hand to make it wave at his parents.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Not sure who thought zoo make Delikado his babysitter, but I digress, Americans do not know how zoo raise children…
As baby Hector continues to cry and be carried away, Sofia goes into immediate Mommy panic mode.
Sofia Monzón: *trembling* H-He’s got my baby! *voice cracking* My little boy! MY BABY!
She drops to her knees in a nervous breakdown. The Swedes amass around the two, forming a giant circle that would overwhelm anyone. Ewan steps forward and points at the screen.
Ewan Jakeway: I’LL FUCKING BREAK YOU!!! DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU DWARFISH PIECE OF SHIT!!! IF YOU HURT MY SON, I WILL RIP YOUR LIMBS OFF AND MAKE EACH ONE MY BITCH!!!
Sofia slowly lifts her head up, staring through her tears in shock at Ewan’s profanity-laced outcry (heck, it got through the censor!). Otto returns to focus on the stage screen, continuing to smile in his safety and victory.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Vell, I zink zat was everything I needed zoo say sooooo….Take zem.
The Swedes begin to bum rush them. Ewan brutally slugs two of the closest guards, then stops to focus on Sofia, who is still on the ground stricken with grief at this turn of events.
Ewan Jakeway: Sofia!
Sofia Monzón: They…They have our baby, Ewan...Delikado…Hector…everything’s gone….
Ewan Jakeway: Hey, nothing’s gone. We’ll make it…..we’re family.
Ewan holds out his hand to Sofia. She looks at it for a few moments, then grips it and pulls herself back to her feet. As they continue to hold hands in the face of the aggressively swarming Swedes, Ewan smiles.
Ewan Jakeway: Let’s fight these assholes to the very end!
Sofia sniffs as tears run down her face. Finally, she nods in firm agreement. With a mighty yell, they charge the horde and punch, kick, headbutt, perform every wrestling move in their arsenal to take down as many as they can….but it’s all quickly squashed as the numbers add up. Ewan and Sofia are both left not just defeated but practically mangled: among cuts and bruises Sofia’s right arm hangs limply and bent awkwardly, while Ewan’s left eye is swelling shut and as he gasps he spits out a tooth. Otto’s people finish beating them down and then haul them away in different directions. Sensing they’re being pulled apart and may never see each other again, they each extend a hand out.
Sofia Monzón: EWAN!!!
Ewan Jakeway: *spitting out tooth* SOFIA!!!
Prince Otto Sonsson: Vait, vait, hold on a second, I can’t let zem go like zis!
The guards hold the two in place as Otto leans forward and looks into the camera even closer.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Susan Kent vas pretending to be injured zee entire time. I could interfere, remove my client Delikado from such a hazardous alliance, but I von’t. A morbid curiosity drives me to see ver zis team vill go under zis new management. Zer, NOW zoo can get zem out of my sight! I have a coronation to finalize!
Sofia hangs her head, panting weakly even as her suspicion is finally confirmed. However, it’s obvious this “win” means nothing given how much has been lost tonight. Losing consciousness, she disappears into the shadows as Swedes remove her from the arena. Ewan has a vacant stare as he’s pulled through a door and into the darkened backstage area. Prince Otto laughs as his screen cuts out, and then the camera fades out.
~Some Time Later~
Prince Otto stands before a mirror having the collar to a fancy red cloak fasted to his neck. A servant sticks their head in, avoiding eye contact.
Servant: Your Grace? They’re ready.
Otto smiles and beckons the servant dressing him to stand back so he can admire himself in the mirror.
Elsewhere, Delikado is sitting in his wheelchair, chains wrapped all around him. It’s then we see he’s being wheeled out of a stable like for horses.
In some other place, Ewan Jakeway sits on a bus, a vengeful stare on his face as his head is tilted toward the window. It’s snowing heavily outside, suggesting that icy European location Otto warned about.
A nifty parallel transition of the camera shows Sofia Monzón sitting alone on a different bus in a similarly frozen environment, only her look is a thousand-yard stare.
The transition fairy now takes us apparently to the adoption agency with baby Hector. He's put on a table next to some strange mechanical device and left there momentarily. The Swede who put him there is seen getting a snack out of a fridge as some scientist looking dude stares his way, looking away from the machine.
Swede Scientist: Zat better not be my sandwich!
Swede: Relax, just a nibble. I have to carry a kid off to get some new parents, and zat takes a full tummy! Just do science.
The scientist grumbles, still eyeing the other man as he pulls a switch and an electric whirring is heard off-screen. A flash of light is seen briefly, before everything goes back to normal.
Swede Scientist: "Do science?" I am testing new time machine! Zat is more zen just science, it's a game-changer!
Swede: Whatever, nom nom nom. Anyway, I'm going...
He steps outside the lab to go get Hector, only to find he's gone. He looks around in a hesitant, then nervous manner.
Swede: Here, baby, baby, babyyyyy! ....Olaf, vat zat sign say?
He points to a sign reading "Time Machine: DO NOT SIT BY!" And as it turns out, that's where Hector as sitting.
Swede Scientist: It says "Time Machine: DO NOT SIT BY!" Vhy? Did you put baby zer?
Swede: .....Maybe.
Swede Scientist: Zoo need to get glasses, zis happens too many times, Gregor! Remember, ZAT side says "time machine", and ZAT side says "adoption agency!"
Swede: Sorry!
Swede Scientist: *shrug* Vell, baby is somewhere in time now. Who knows where he'll show up, or how it'll change him....?
Back at his coronation, Otto Sonsson approaches the man who will crown him, when he nods toward Major Dick Pict at the side.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Major Dick, zank you for coming. Zoo know, I zink I could use your advising in FGA, perhaps as a member of my royal council? Zit comes vit a promotion to Lieutenant colonel.
Dick bows in acceptance.
Major Dick Pict: Lit. Dick Pick? I’d be honored, Your Majesty.
Otto smiles and walks over to the dude who will crown him. He turns to the assembled crowd (mostly of Swedes already loyal to him, but some onlookers of the FGA universe are curiously observing.)
Priest: I anoint thee King Otto Son—
Prince Otto Sonsson: No, vait. Zat royal name Sonsson reminds me too much of my late father Son Gustav and all his greatness. I vish to achieve my own stature and legacy, both as King of Sweden and FGA manager. Vit zat in mind, I wish to take on zee name of the monarch who oversaw my family at its peak in zee 12th century, King Eric zee Lawgiver, so in his honor I vill be known as….Eric Otto!
Priest: Okay, then I anoint thee King Eric Otto! Long live the King!
Crowd: Woooooooo! Long live the King!
Eric Otto smiles as the crown is placed atop his head, confirming him as King of Sweden (actually he’s a pretender, but nobody here’s going to speak up to that fact). With the ritual complete, he turns toward his chained and wheelchaired client, simultaneously revealing we’re outside Delikado’s Parking Lotta Fun in FGA. The King waves his hand dramatically.
King Eric Otto: Zis park has nothing zoo do vit zee vrestling you vill be unleashing on zee FGA, my pet, so as my first act as King, I order it destroyed!
On cue, the wrestling theme park blows up in a dramatic pyro display. Delikado is rolled to face the destruction of his property, his very first FGA creation, but he gives no response or reaction. Eric Otto laughs as he watches the letters on the sign out front deteriorate from this…
~DELIKADO’S PARKING LOTTA FUN~
…to this:
O KING OTT
A mini explosion sends that first o flying to the back, finalizing the sign as reading:
KING OTTO
King Eric Otto walks over to his new client and tilts his crowned head in a mocking fashion to the catatonic Cuban.
King Eric Otto: Consider zis zee start of a whole new career, Cuban Kado. Ve’re going to accomplish great zings. Doesn’t zat make you happy…?
When Delikado says nothing, King Eric slaps him and then chuckles before walking off triumphantly.
King Eric Otto: Throw him back in zee stables until I need him, roughly around zee next FGA show! Bwahahahahahaha!
As the new King/FGA manager’s laughter echoes, the camera holds on Delikado for several seconds before panning up to the destroyed Parking Lotta Fun, catalyst to this entire sequence of events, and then cutting to black with “season finale” finality.