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Guy Fausto sits in the fancy executive chair in the middle of the room, spinning randomly, counting ceiling tiles.
Fausto: "Yeah... 48 ceiling tiles... unless I don't count the ones half showing, then we're down to 36..."
The door to the office is flung open, and in comes a young professional woman with a briefcase, her hair in a bundle and a power suit. Fausto stops spinning, but keeps the chair with the back to her.
Fausto: "Who the hell are you and why are you in my office? You're interrupting invaluable me-time."
Lady: "I've been sent from Futures Unlimited Conglomerate. Lillian Leighton, attorney at law."
Fausto: "I don't need a lawyer. I represent myself."
He digs through his trenchcoat and throws out a diploma onto the desk over his shoulder.
Lillian: "Mr. Fausto, I have doubts about your credentials. Nixon State University isn't a real college, and it says you specialized in Polygamous Divorce Law, which hasn't been relevant in... well... when polygamy accepted, divorce wasn't, so...never."
Fausto: "Oh really, where's your degree in and from, then?"
Lillian: "Corporate Ethics, and from Yale."
Fausto: "Pfft. That sounds made up."
Lillian opens her briefcase and throws down a stack of papers on top of Fausto's fake diploma.
Lillian: "Mr. Fausto, the Conglomerate has sent me due to some recent conduct that has brought poor PR to to the company."
Fausto: "I'm the best thing that happened to happen to this company. How can I bring bad PR?"
Lillian: "You assaulted Tonya Jenkins on July 28th, 2013. It was caught on tape and you showed no remorse about your attack."
Fausto: "...Who?"
Lillian: "A gay Jewish African-American transwoman that you applied a move traditionally referred to as a 'cutter'."
Fausto: "Lily, I asked, who?"
Lillian: "As a result of your assault, she is filing a lawsuit claiming you have executed a hate crime."
Fausto spins the chair around, and faces down the lawyer.
Fausto: "I'm accused of a hate crime?"
Lillian: "You pissed off a lot of people in one fell swoop. The ACLU is going to be all over us for your rampant abuse."
Fausto: "You can't possibly be accusing me of being racist."
Lillian: "That is what the suit says. Also that you're homophobic, transphobic, anti-Semitic and sexist."
A figure walks by in the hallway. Fausto glances at him and storms at him.
Fausto: "You! This it's your fault!"
The figure of one Nate Ortiz stops and turns around, with a look of sudden defeat taking his face.
Fausto: "They heard that you were coming back. And with your presence, all eyes went on the TV, due to the huge legacy of hate that you bring with you, the aura of intolerance that you generate, anyone who is within a mile of you appears to be the second coming of Hitler. Do you hear what I just got accused of?"
Nate: "...No?"
Fausto: "Well it's your fault!"
Nate: "Are you done?"
Fausto: "Why can't you contain your hate for even a moment? Haven't you gotten those Racial Sensitivity Class Gift Certificates that I send you every Christmas?"
Nate: "...No?"
Fausto: "...You gave me a fake address when I asked to add you to my Christmas card list, didn't you?"
Nate: "...Yes?"
Fausto: "You aren't a good person!"
Nate: "Can I go now?"
Fausto: "I don't like you!"
Fausto storms back off. Nate shakes his head, looks up at the sky, mouths 'Why?' to the heavens, then continues on his walk.
Lillian still waits for Fausto in his office.
Lillian: "So, Mr. Fausto, how are you going to respond to these suits against you?"
Fausto: "Didn't you hear me? This is Nate's fault."
Fausto shoves the lawsuit back in her case, shoves it onto her and begins physically pushing her out of the room.
Lillian: "You can't just ignore a lawsuit this way, Mr. Fausto!"
Fausto: "Well I am. Find someone else to sue. Like anyone else! Bye!"
He shoves her out and closes the door, and locks in this time. He sighs as he returns to the chair.
Fausto: "I lost my count on the floor tiles. Doesn't anyone around here remember what's important!? Yeesh."
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A danger Scaggs, or a genius? THE GREATEST LEADER IN OCW HISTORY? Our New Hero? |
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The scene opens to the sun starched, off white and yellow brick C.J. Peete Projects memorial mural depicting a welcoming visage of community and a strong family structure, even going as far as claiming "United We Stand".
In reality these core family values,structure and unity have been absent in the 11th and 12th wards of the Magnolia Projects since their inception in the early 1940's.
The development infamous for both its legendary murder rate and violence now sits even worse for wear having never truly recovered from both community neglect and Hurricane Katrina.
Like a fish out of water Online Championship Wrestlings token "Uncle Tom", Jim Black nervously tucks his yellow and white striped designer Polo shirt into his near belly button high khakis obviously more than prepared for any lingering Katrina flood waters clearly, unprepared for the impromptu block party.
At first observation of the over abundance of barely contained breasts and buttocks gyrating and jiggling to "Slow Motion" by New Orleans native Soulja Slim, Jim Black awkwardly attempts to accompany the fine females with something reminiscent of "The Carlton Dance".
Defeated , discouraged and seemingly unconnected to his own culture and heritage Jim Black yet again struggles to fit in for assignment.
Examining the extensive family style spread of servings ranging from curry, eggs with grits, chicken neck bones and mashed potatoes with gravy, pig knuckle, chitlins and fried chicken, nothing quiet suits Jim's refined pallet before happening upon a less greasy selection.
Jim Black: Oooh... Watermelon.
Sufficiently stuffed on fruit Jim Black embarks again through the increasingly heavy haze and pungent odor of marijuana and Prime Time.
A small boy, no older then 11 or 12 pops into camera frame briefly with one half of the Online Championship Wrestling Tag Team Championship gripped tight in his tiny palm, clenched as high as his slight frame can reach. With the reaming diminutive digits of his right hand contorted to the A-Team call sign.
To Jim's left the eldest member of the community's toothless grins signifies the start of a"Crip Walk" proudly presenting OCW's blinged out Hardcore Championship belt that nearly sends the feeble man to the pavement.
A female who's figure is near cartoonish proportions, who by all means is in no need of added attention, attempts to secure the second half of The A-Team's championship as a Halter top.
The last series of events has absolutely distracted, but never deterred, Jim Black presses on in search of any member of Online Championship Wrestling's A-Team.
For once in Jim's life he is relived at the sight of a bona fide killer.
Making ever effort not to step on anyones Jordan's or Timberlands Jim makes a desperate dash to the walking piece of artwork, Omar Gibbs.
Jim Black:Mr. Baracus, Mr.Baracus!
Jim Black:It has been nearly a 3 week absents from Online Championship Wrestling television.
Jim Black: End Games 2013, you preformed double duty, something that has become somewhat of a trend for your career.
Jim Black: Comment if you could on Alice Malice and now former OCW Tag Team Champions Kindred.
O.G. Baracus: Yall got a permanent absents of the two Bustas Murdock and Baracus bodied... They ain't even picked up their trash we tagged... Bet that trick still on the Trapp House porch.
Jim Black: Some would consider actions of The A-Teams... How can I put this.... Heinous. Yet some how you four are revered and heralded.
O.G. Baracus:Every last goon, gangsta, shorty, shooter, even the homeless old cats, their all part of the empire.
O.G.Baracus: That gold ain't Baracus's or Murdock's or Face's or even Hannibal's... The Hood own those titles, We just brought em back.
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Nate Ortiz sits in a makeshift office prepared for him by the OCW staff. The room is made as an attempt to replicate his office at OCW HQ in New York. There are pictures of his family, championship victories, and high profile matches. At the moment Nate is looking at a promotional poster for his Icon vs. Icon match with Nick Kage from Wrestlution 3. Nate’s moment of recollection is cut short though as the office phone begins to ring.
Nate: Hello?
???: Hey.
Nate recognizes the voice immediately as it is his wife Tiffany calling from their home in Los Angeles.
Tiffany: You aren’t planning on getting in the ring are you?
Nate: No, why would you thing that?
Tiffany: I saw you talking to Tiberius, and you had that look in your eye as you were jawing back and forth with him.
Nate: What are you talking about?
Tiffany: Don’t play koy with me honey. You and I both know what I’m talking about. You have a daughter at home that needs her dad. And given the fact that you’ve been in New York so much lately the last thing we need is you becoming active again.
Nate: I know Tiffany, but you have nothing to worry about. You and the baby are first for me. I’m here tonight because it is a special night for this company. I know if things were different you’d be here right by my side. But I’m just here to enjoy myself and give the fans the best show possible. Of course I have that glimmer in my eye. It’s built in to me. I dedicated a good portion of my life to being in this world and its never going to leave me. But now I’m dedicated 100% to you and the baby.
Tiffany sighs as she can tell that Nate is being completely honest.
Tiffany: I believe you. Be careful out there tonight. I love you.
Nate: I love you too.
Nate hangs up the phone. He walks over to a picture and stares. The camera pans back to reveal a picture of Nate and Mr. Sensation after Nate’s OCWX Championship victory at September 2 Remember 2005. Nate shakes his head knowing that the two men who looked so happy in this picture, will never have the same relationship they had during this time. The scene fads to a close up of the image.
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NEVER BEFORE... NEVER AGAIN...
The Alpha KD vs Marley
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"That guy?" "Alpha?" These are awful nicknames. Somebody sort this out. |
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The scene opens up backstage with Stacey Clark and her guest, The Emperor of Enzuguris, Mugen. Mugen looks extremely relaxed considering the fact that he is in a Future Investment match tonight.
Stacey: So, Mugen you are coming off one of the biggest victories of your career defeating Paul Pugh. How do you feel?
Mugen: Well honestly, I'm still hurting a bit from the match and I may have to go lightly tonight in my match.
Stacey: But you have a Future Investment match tonight, why would you consider going li.....
Mugen: KIDDING. You gullible sheeps will listen to anything I say and eat it up. I go lightly on nobody. Not even on you woman.
Mugen laughs as he pokes Stacey Clarke and she stumbles backwards significantly. Mugen starts laughing at what just happened.
Mugen: Oh, I'm sorry, didn't know my own strength there. Just like Kid Feeble Paul Pugh didn't see that coming last week. Speaking of which, how does a man that I beat a week prior get thrown into a OCW World Title shot immediately?
Stacey: Well....he....
???: Shenanigans I say!
The camera pans to where a familiar voice appears and we find the Amazing Ari Brookstone walking over to the interview area accompanied by KD'Angelo.
Ari: Ms. Clarke, before you try to explain that sham of a decision. I would dare you to try and explain to our audience how a fine specimen like my client Mugen gets booked into a Future Investment match with such unetertaining, unsightly, unworthy opponents. Mugen here...
Ari pats his client Mugen on the back.
Ari: Is a future OCW World Champion whether you like it or not. Tonight is just the beginning! Now we must leave you to doing whatever it is that you do Ms. Clarke.
Ari and Mugen start to walk away.
Ari: By the way, Ms Clarke, that hair of yours. It just isn't for you. I see too much forehead.
Ari and Mugen laugh as Stacey seems a bit troubled by the comment.
Ari: Now... interview my other client please
Ari shoves KD into centre focus as he and Mugen step aside
Stacey: So KD, you beat Marley... whats next for you?
Ari immediately puts his finger up into Stacey's face and walks forward
Ari: If i may interject... You need a little more flash darling. Like this... Mr KD, now you've done kicking the tail of that dirty drug smoking foreigner, who will you defeat next?
KD Opens his mouth, but is immediately cut off by Ari
Ari: ... to tell you that Stacey would be to reveal too much... rest assured however, Mr. KD here is going straight to the top. Both of these men are. Now, I'm bored of this place. Lets leave... you have a Future Investment to win.
The trio head off into the distance as a confused Stacey Clarke looks on
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KO KID KO KID! |
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FUTURE INVESTMENT LADDER MATCH
Tobin Frost vs Mugen vs Dimsmore vs Omar Gibbs
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We come back to the chase, the young man is vaulting over tables, dodging chairs as security gives chase. Just as the young man looks to have cleared the corner he is tackled by a security guard. As security swarms the young man he calls out desperatly! He reaches into his jacket and throws the Video Cassette into the air, as security scrambles for the cassette a young asian girl quickly snatches it up.
The young man screams!
Young Man: THE SIGNAL NEVER DIES!
Before he is overcome by security! The young woman looks on defiantly and runs off!
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