After the bell rings, Trance gets slowly to his feet, hands raised in victory. He signals for a microphone and a OCW staff member walks to the edge of the ring and hands Trance one.
Trance: "Thank you, thank you! It pleases me greatly to let you know that indeed, the right man won!"
While Trance continues to speak, Raze gets to his feet, favoring his side and makes his way over to Trance. He grabs Trance by the shoulder and spins him around, getting in the Anti-Christ's face.
Raze: You know you didn't win shit, I did all the work that match and you decided to just come in at a convenient moment. If it would've just been me and you in this ring, I would be the #1 Contender.
A smirk appears on Trance's face and he raises the microphone to his mouth.
Trance: I'm sorry, whilst you were running around at one hundred miles an hour, spearing and punching everything in sight, I was simply biding my time, picking my spot.
Trance: You can inflate your chest, put as much bass into your voice as you damned well please Justin, but, I just proved why I am the most decorated champion in OCW today, I just proved why I am Our Hero's Hero and...
Jacob raises his Toy Autographed championship belt.
Trance: Why I am the Undisputed International Our Hero's Champion OF THE WORLD!, hand picked, annointed by Mr. Sensation himself to open everybodies eyes and lead them into a new, enlightened age.
Trance: You do the work, I pull the strings, and I get the pin whilst Tobin Frost, the second coming of Nate Machismo can't even get in the ring because he used every last bit of his energy breaking you... I AM THE BEST, AND YOU WILL ACKNOWLEDGE IT, AND YOU WILL RESPECT THAT I AM THE LAST LIVING ICON OF THIS INDUSTRY!
Raze: We'll see about that, this is far from over you freaking puppet.
Raze goes and get's out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp and looks back at Trance as he does, Trance flipping him the bird and Raze just smiles at this and makes his way to the top of the ramp, turns, and exits through the entrance area.
The Camera pans to OCWFED Commentators Charles Scaggs and "Big" Al Poling.
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Work smarter not harder! |
After the intense encounter with Tiberius Dupree earlier, it seems as if he's finally calmed down a bit. As he sits there smelling and playing with his hair, there's a stern knock at the door. Roofus gets up to answer the locker room door. Before he can completely open the door, it gets pushed open, and a small sized light skinned woman wearing designer clothes enters. It's no other than the self proclaimed "Smartest Wrestler In The World" Odessa Ebony. She breezes right passed Roofus and heads straight towards Dupree.
Odessa: Mr. Tiberius Octavius Dupree.
Taken back he gives her a confused and puzzled look.
Dupree: I don't eat girl's scout cookies, get out!
Odessa: Excuse me, I'm not selling anything, I'm here hoping we can help each other out.
Dupree: Bill Pine....
Odessa: What?!
Dupree: Your not selling anything...Bill Pine?!
Odessa: I don't know what in God's name your talking about, my name is Odessa Ebony and I have a proposal that I think you and all of OMG may find beneficial, financially and personally.
Dupree: Is this proposal indecent? Because I really like those...
Odessa: Are you concussed? I have a business agreement in mind. I've realized that OMG have been having legal issues, on both in and outside of OCW. I'm not only a certified paramedic, I also have several masters degrees ranging from telecommunications to business management, I'm also an undefeated defense lawyer, I'm a very very smart woman Mr. Dupree....
Dupree: Ha! So you are selling something!
Odessa folds her arms as Tibby proceeds...
Dupree: I know Nani was talking about suing some people. But maybe I should sue some people first...maybe I should sue Pugh! YES! That has a nice ring to it...SUE PUGH! SUE PUGH!
Roofus doesn't like Odessa, it's obvious by the scowl on his face. He possibly thinks she's asian, and not black.
Dupree: Can I sue Guy Fausto too?! He's been driving MY HERO crazy...
Tibby wipes the sweat from his eye.
Dupree: God bless his sensational kind heart...Lord Shark too..
Odessa rolls her eyes.
Odessa: If there's a good enough reason, you can sue anyone.
Tibby pretends to think very hard, smells his hair then answers.
Dupree: Then consider yourself hired...now get out there and find me some people to sue!
Odessa just shakes her head, takes a seat and opens her laptop.
Dupree: OMG: Human SUE-PLEX machines, yes!
Tibby pulls out a rubber band and puts his hair in a ponytail. He smells it one more time before the camera fades.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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Dupree will be Rich!, RICH I TELL YOU! |
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Wow... Coming up next we have the Ex Division Championship match we've all been waiting for as former champion Matsuda comes face to face with the man he calls "Derrick" Scofield... our current Ex Division Champion and MMA Crossover standout - Eric Scofield. |
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This could be a barnstormer - lets head to the ring. |
OCW EX-DIVISON CHAMPIONSHIP
ERIC SCOFIELD (C) VS. MATSUDA
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The scene opens up with Mugen sitting on the floor of his locker room stretching with music blasting from headphones, getting himself into his zone for tonights match. Surrounding him are his regular entourage, Matsumoto & Molly. Matsumoto is still looking rather swole after his Buffblaster incident is drinking once again straight from a Ciroc bottle which is actually taped around his hands ala Edward Fortyhands.
Matsumoto: STUPID PEACHES. HE NO TAKE MY BOTTLE THIS TIME.
Molly: You look absolutely ridiculous. Nobody's going to steal your alcohol. Now lets stop being a distraction to the future champion there.
Suddenly the Amazing Ari Brookstone along with his companion Peaches walk into the locker room. Mugen suddenly jumps up and takes his headphones off to greet his manager and agent.
Ari: Grettings to my fair lady! Greetings to my prized client and future North American Champion Mugen! And......greetings to this cretin of a wrestler who dares to be in the presence of greatness.
Matsumoto looks confused at first but then angry as he realizes that hes probably being insulted again
Mugen: Ari! How are you my friend?
Ari: Excellent, are you ready for that match tonight?
Mugen: Never been more ready for an opportunity like this.
Ari: Just remember the gameplan, and you know I have your back if anything happens. I'll be out there with you. You are on fire old sport! You can't be beat! Look what you did to that sham of a title contender Trance this past week. Can you smell victory?!
Mugen: If victory smells like alcohol and sudden impending doom, then yes, yes I do.
The whole group have a good chuckle.
Mugen: Let's talk about business. You told me you were looking to add more elite talent to our stable of excellence?
Ari: Why my fantastic looking friend, you are correct. I have been on the phone with a few people here and there that I have had on my short list. Of course, you are the Golden Boy, so you need not worry. The next person who's services I will offer to will be more of an insurance policy for you in the future.
Mugen: So you're talking about a hired muscle.
Ari: You can say that. I would like to refer to him as your Servant of Power and Rage.
Mugen: Sounds.......interesting.....
Ari: Of course it is! Now, let me leave you to your pre match rituals as Peaches and I go on to do whatever that is we do. Au revoir!
Ari and Peaches walk out of the room as Mugen goes back to his pre match stretching.
Matsumoto: HE CALL ME CRETIN? I KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS
Molly: You don't know anything......
Mugen: It's okay comrade, just ignore it. I'll straighten it all out with Ari once I win this title tonight.
The scene fades to black as Mugen sits back down on the floor while Matsumoto and Molly continue to argue.