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The camera fading in backstage as $eth Irving comes walking in unwrapping his hand throwing the tape down on the floor as he paces back and forth. Setting up his chair as he sits down pulling his bag in front of him picking up a new shirt sliding it on as he looks into the camera.
$eth Irving: Now to the untrained eye it would seem that tonight I was supposed to be “punished” for taking last week off. But to me Punishment would have to listen to Juicebox talk, then to go out to that ring and get in a fight with Dimsmore.
$eth Irving: Tonight was more so along the lines of me for the first time actually earning all that money I am getting paid.*Standing up as he laughs into the camera* It seems like that couldn’t have come at the perfect time. You see last week to me wasn’t just the week to give thanks it was a week that I finally got back what I deserve, and no it wasn’t me putting my fist through Valmonts face.
$eth Irving: It was Team Irving actually earning their pay checks after they made sure my contract I signed all those years ago rolls over and is extended. As of last week that went into effect and I stand before you as I am the true money factor again in this company, and I am because I say I am, nothing anyone can do about it now.
$eth Irving: Ladies and gentlemen not going to sit here and waste your time because that’s not how I am since time is money in my eyes, but I will leave you with this…..F U pay me.
*Smiling into the camera as I starts to fade to black.*
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The camera pans in to an outdoor event. There's people everywhere, rides set up, booths, food, the whole nine yards. The camera man walks in through what appears to be the entrance of this event, and a sign can be seen that reads 'Michigan State Fair'. The camera man begins shouting to the fair goers.
Camera Man: "I need to find Cody Storm! Has anyone seen Cody Storm?!"
No one in the crowd stirs, he tries again, still to no avail. He changes tactics and tries one more time.
Camera Man: "Has anyone seen The Son of God?!"
As if by magic the crowd, all wearing the red 2013 state fair design of course, parts down the center with all of the fair goers pointing down the aisle, and at the end Cody Storm stands with his arms wrapped around his wife, Cherese Lee-Storm, swaying to the music of the renowned Detroit cover band "The Mega 80's".
Camera Man: "There he is!"
The camera man rushes down the artificial isle and taps Storm on the shoulder.
Cody Storm: "Can I help you?"
Camera Man: "Yes, here! This is for you."
The camera man holds out a cell phone that Cody reluctantly lets go of Cherese to accept.
Cody Storm: "Hello?.... Of course I'm not in the arena why would I be?"
Cherese looks intrigued and she pulls Cody over to a quieter area and has him put the phone on speaker phone.
Leonheart: "I booked you at ringside to back up BUFFNESS tonight in the main event."
Cody Storm: "You never listen do you, I told you last week I was taking some time off for the holidays."
Leonheart: "We're still three weeks out from the holidays, you should be here!"
Cody Storm: "Check a calender you egocentric prick, it's Hanukkah time!"
And audible smack can be heard, presumably Leonheart has just facepalmed himself.
Leonheart: "Cody, Sean's counting on you to be there in case anyone tries to get involved in his match."
Cody's eyes fly wide open and he hands the phone to Cherese and looks around. He spots a nearby telephone booth that's on display for being archaic and dashes over to it. Once inside he produces a pair of reading glasses from his pocket. He puts them on, throws them off, rips his shirt off of his body and has a disappointed look on his face after realizing he's shirtless. He walks back out shaking his head. Cherese just gives him a bewildered look as she hands the phone back.
Leonheart: "Hello? Cody?!"
Cody Storm: "Sorry Leon, turns out I'm not superman! I don't have to help anyone.
Cody Storm: "Look, Sean didn't seem to think he needed my help last week when we were doing you a favor, and he didn't want to give me his help the week before. As far as I'm concerned he's flying solo tonight."
Leonheart: "But..... Fine. We'll see you next week."
Cody closes the phone and hands it back to the camera man.
Cherese Lee-Storm: "You know that whole bit was entirely useless right? He can't see you."
Cody puts his arm around her shoulder and leads her back to the stage explaining as he walks.
Cody Storm: "I know, I just thought it was a good way to get out of wearing that shirt rather than telling your mother how much I actually hate her present."
Cherese bites her lip in annoyance, shaking her head with a grin, she punches Cody in the shoulder as they make it back to the stage where the band signing a copy of Cody's petition and the camera man takes the camera and leaves the scene.
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C4 vs Aries/Harrison
The scene opens to "Asia Town" the unparalleled eclectic collection of the orients finest market shops and eateries ever congregated in The great state of Ohio.
AsiaTown Cleveland is unique in its character. Smokestacks rise behind indoor shopping areas carved out of old factories. Steeples rise above shops selling wares from the East. Galleries and lofts coexist on tree lined streets with modest homes.
The sweet notes of soy sauce, incense, tea and charcoal mix seamlessly with the local exhaust fumes for what is sure to be a true authentic Eastern dinning experience.
Solitary seated amongst the ambience of cascading waterfall fountains and bamboo tatami mats of the"Saigon Grill"Tiberius Dupree ticks and twitches with regularity and reliability of a old pocket watch impatiently awaiting the arrival of his council.
Swaying from side to side with the bulk of a buffalo,the grace of a gazelle, and the class of his kimono, the spectacled Samoan Sensei of "OMG" and "Mourning Wood Penitentiary" protégée of Psychology Patolomai parts the sea of geishas like Moses.
Dupree: I don't see why we need to be here instead of the MegaBus, all this tea and running water is going to make me piss like a damn race horse.
Patolomai: A man's environment often influences his worldly perception. The more tranquil the environment, the more serene the soul.
Dupree: Maybe for the average man,but for a person of my stature it doesn't matter where I am, I surround my own Betterness with Betterness.
Dupree: Anyway, I'd rather be here than answering questions about my sex life with some old man that probably gave Pugh his affliction.
Patolomai's eyes widen to near saucer proportions the audible atrocity.
Patolomai: Just the mention of that name leaves a foul breeze in the air. We shall not speak of him in any light, he is a determinant to our shui.We are guests in this fine establishment and only here to discuss your woes troubled Tiberius.
Our doubtful dragon marinates on the memoirs of the monster carefully cupping his steaming green tea chuwan with a learned look of trepidation at the possible repercussions of this gamble.
Betterness beads of sweat begin to build on the brow of Tiberius as he robotically raises the rim of his cup to the cusp of his crispy white trademark crowns.
The Euphoria coursing through the ambassador of ambitions veins at the near flawless completion of even the most mundane of tasks unfortunately is short lived.
Betterness quakes,contorts, and finally convulses in a geyser of scolding green tea and ginseng.
Dupree: GODDAMN TITERUS BUSTING BESTICLES THAT'S FREAKING HOT!!
Dupree: These god awful twitches for one thing. Every since that bumbling fool Roofus nearly shocked me half to death I haven't been able to shake them, no pun intended.
Dupree: I've been to over a dozen specialists all across the country, and they all tell me the same damn thing. It's all psychological, it's in my head, your delusional, see a shrink, yada yada.
Patolomai: Your blight is oh to familiar Tiberius. Recall Hideto for a moment if you please. Although, yours has manifested itself in physical form. I do not think your delusional, though I think your often are unaware of the great power you wield. The lash of your tongue or even the gesture of your hand can neuter a man. You must put feelings of others above your own.
Dupree: Is that a polite way of saying I'm mean? I'm not mean I'm just strongly misjudged.
Patolomai: I would not coin the phrase "mean"per say, but your ambitious voice may easily bruise the foundations of those less hardened by trials and tribulations of what we call life.
Patolomai: Betterness is something that embodies your very essence, but you carry that extraordinary burden all by yourself. I believe if you shared that very element of being, just as you did when you were "The Fire", these untimely and violent spasms will cease altogether.
Patolomai snaps his near drumstick sized digits emphasizing the end of Tiberius's epileptic episodes.
Dupree: I'm not the same person I was years ago, I'm the Definition of Betterness now. I used to share everything with the fans, but they changed on me, they killed The Fire....
Patolomai:Change is the only constant we can depend on Tiberius. You cannot judge them for changing, when you yourself have changed. Deep down inside I believe you want to be that person who always does what's right for OCW.
Patolomai: Your true Betterness is trying to break it's way free. Just give it a chance Tiberius, you may be reborn in "Betterness".
Dupree:So basically your saying I should start being nice to people and share my betterness? I dunno if I'm capable, but I'll do anything to get rid of this annoying twitch. This better not be a waste of my betterness, it's a commodity that's more valuable than solid gold.
T-Frost vs Jacob Trance (C)
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