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The scene opens to the backstage area after the Hardcore title match. The One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, stumbles into frame. Still reeling for the after effects of the match earlier, Minio barrels into various objects around the hallway. He falls partially against the wall, bracing himself, steadying his legs long enough for his balance to fight back against the punch drunk haze that clouds his balance. He leans down into a trash bin, spitting a thick gob of blood and saliva out before wiping his mouth defiantly.
He stands there for a moment, gathering himself as he clutches the Hardcore title belt with his left hand, the belt hanging at his side. He looks down the hall, his brow furrows at what he sees. His pupils hyper focus to an extreme state of tunnel vision as he marches in the direction that he was staring.
The Villain himself, Hideto Matsuda, stands in the doorway of the OMG locker room, speaking into the room with muffled voices. Minio heads towards Matsuda, heavy foot after heavy foot stomping towards his destination. As he gets closer to Matsuda, the hand holding the Hardcore title raises steadily and slowly, finally reaching maximum height above Minio's head as he reaches Matsuda, who still has yet to even acknowledge the man who had stomped up behind him.
Bobby Minio: "I WANT. MY REMATCH."
His voice is booming in volume but flat in tone. The sentence comes out disjointed with a strong emphasis on the first half. Matsuda, no-selling Minio's aggression, slowly turns to face the repeated challenge.
Matsuda: "I want. You to. Leave me alone. Rookie."
His mocking tone pours over Minio like lava. Matsuda had only turned half way at this point, looking at Minio with a barely turned right eye, his line of sight barely looking at Minio's right side. Matsuda can see Minio boiling over again, so he in turn reacts the only way Matsuda could care to react, he shakes his head in boredom and turns back toward the doorway.
Bobby Minio: "You don't get to play with me and then decide that you're done. I DECIDE WHEN WE'RE DONE. I WANT MY GODDAM-"
Matsuda's sigh breaks Minio's dialogue, cold, sharp and pronounced. He turns all the way to Minio, his eyes tightly shut with annoyance, with his fingers rubbing his temple. For the first time in weeks, Matsuda is showing at least some reaction to the rookie.
Matsuda: "I told you already. This is over with, you lost. Move on already, you have nothing of value to offer me-"
His words stop abruptly. Something has caught his eye. Some glimmer of gold. Minio stares intensely into Matsuda, his breath is heavy and labored, rife with frustration and washed over with the pain of the match that his body still wore the results of clear as day. Matsuda's distraction turns to subdued curiousity.
Matsuda: "Hm. Interesting..."
Minio stands there, his chest expanding and contracting, his shoulders rising and falling, pronounced with each labored breath he forces into his lungs. Matsuda, still in thought, turns and walks into the OMG locker room, the door swinging shut effectively cutting Minio off from the confrontation. Minio shakes his head, another anti-climatic moment with the man who has brought out only the worst from Minio up to this point.
His arm drops, the Hardcore title dangling again at his side, as he groans to himself out of frustration. He turns and storms back out of view, lost in thoughts of vengeance.
An OCW production van completes the dangerous snowy drive to Montgomery County, Maryland arriving at the driveway to the massive 5,000 square foot house owned by one Cody Sheppard Storm. The camera crew jumps out of the van wrapped in their heavy jackets and racing up to the front door. They use the gold knocker to knock when Cherese finally makes her way and opens the door to invite them in, officially beginning this segment of OCW's In Your House.
Cherese Lee-Storm: “Welcome to our humble abode, two stories, eight bedrooms, twelve and a half baths, and thank the lord an indoor heated pool/Jacuzzi setup. You can go now right?”
Trisha’s eyes squint in surprise at the abrupt question.
Trisha Waldrop: “We’re kind of supposed to be conducting an interview with the two of you, so…. No, we can’t leave yet.”
Cherese lets out an exasperated sigh and concedes defeat, turning around to lead them into the main living room where Cody seems to have large pink growths on either shoulder. He lightly body slams them into the large sofa and they get up giggling and running in circles around him, arms extended to go again.
Cherese Lee-Storm: “Cody, the crew’s here. They insisted on actually talking to us.”
Cody’s grin fades, not for the first time as a result of an OCW crew invading his living space. He kneels down to talk to the girls for a brief second.
Cody Storm: “Why don’t you two go find your mothers and tell them to feed you, I can hear your stomachs from here.“
Cody walks towards Cherese and the crew, as the two girls go to track down their mothers in other areas of the house.
Cody Storm: “Let’s be clear, I’m not showing you this entire house, I don’t like you all nearly enough to spend that kind of time with you.”
Trisha Waldrop: “Fine, but you have to at least show us the main living area…. Which I guess we’re in. And your bedroom, as well as anything that may specially entertain the fans.”
Cody spreads his arms wide gesturing to the room around them.
Cody Storm: “Well, here you see our living room. Lots of pink and girly colors. Not my choice, I’m never home and having six sisters tends to set you up for certain automatic punishments. However I did get to make one special addition all on my own: I had this commissioned a few years back.”
Cody moves out of the center of the camera and behind where he stood, mounted over the fire place, is a three foot wooden sculpture of a cross. But not just any cross a cross with The Son of God punching it in half through the middle where it splinters apart. The crew’s jaws drop at the sacrilegious sculpture. Trisha turns to the camera man and boom operator.
Trisha Waldrop: “Are we allowed to show this!!?”
Cody Storm: “It’s too late now huh?”
That proud smirk is back across Storm’s face and his mood seems to have lightened up a bit again. He walks to the left and heads down a flight of stairs leaving the crew to follow behind him.
When they reach the end of the stairs they find themselves in a basement that seems to be dedicated to Storm’s career. A large glass display case lines a twenty foot wall and is partitioned into thirds. The two side casings are filled with various Global Wrestling Alliance championships gleaming inside of them. The center casing is surprisingly empty.
Trisha Waldrop: “Mr. Storm, if you don’t mind my asking, why is the center display empty? Shouldn’t that be where your most prized possession sits?”
Cody Storm: “It’s empty because people are the worst part about this planet! My International Championship used to sit in this section, before a certain set of arms that just happen to have a head attached to them decided it’d be fan-flippin’-tastic to give it out as a party favor to the Riot audience. The rest of the case is to display the OCW World Heavyweight Championship once I finally get whoever’s champion at the time in the ring.”
Cody Storm: “That’s all you really need to see down here, so let’s head back up.”
Before even reaching the top of the steps Cody calls out to his wife.
Cody Storm: “Cherese, do you mind showing them around the rest of the house? I want to go work on ‘the project’.”
Cherese Lee-Storm: “Of course honey, you do what you need to do. Come on Trisha, this way.”
Cherese begins to walk to the left towards one doorway while Cody goes to the right. Trisha looks back to the crew intrigued by this ‘project’. She realizes that Cherese has gone on walking and talking as if they were right behind her, and she chooses to follow Cody. Cody walks down a hallway and turns to a door on the left at the end. He shuts the door behind him, but Trisha, turning the handle slowly so as to prevent any noise, inches the door open. Cody’s back is turned to her and he’s staring up at a wall. It can be seen that the wall is covered in newspaper clippings and cork boards with tons of photos on them, but the camera is too far outside the room to see what they are regarding.
Trisha Waldrop: “Oh My God! What are you doing in here? What are you planning, he hasn’t even done anything to you?!”
Cody turns abruptly towards the startled and forces her out of the room. He abruptly slams the door shut behind him before turning to her with his nostrils flaring and his eyes growing that familiar murky silver color. He looks her dead in the eyes and gets in her face.
Cody Storm: “I don’t know what you think you saw, but you will remember absolutely nothing. Do you understand me?”
Trisha’s face goes into a stupor. Whether from intimidation because The Son of God really has some sort of mind control mumbo jumbo going on, the world may never know.
Cody Storm: “Now, would you kindly forget everything you’ve seen in the last sixty seconds and promptly leave my property.”
Trisha takes a few steps backwards down the hallway towards the front door. When she gets halfway down the hall way she turns around and heads steadily out of the house as the camera crew, not having seen anything in the room clearly themselves, round to follow her. They reach the OCW van, but before getting in the camera man stops Trisha.
Camera man: “Trisha, what did you see in there?”
Trisha’s face contorts in puzzlement.
Trisha Waldrop: “What did I see in where?”
Boom operator: “In that room of Cody’s. He obviously didn’t want us in there. What was in there?”
The look of puzzlement turns to one of amusement as she opens the sliding back door to hop into her seat.
Trisha Waldrop: “Guys, stop pulling my leg. It’s cold out here and we have a flight to catch. Come on, let’s go!”
She slides the door back shut after getting in and the camera stops recording.
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WHY DIDN'T THEY ERASE THE TAPE SCAGGS?! WHYYY! |
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...because thats the idea of the segment |
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Oh. Carry on. |
Tobin Frost vs recklessKID
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A HELLUVA BATTLE THERE |
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What just happened? |
* K.Dangelo still sitting in the skybox stands up and leans on rail toward the crowd .He then starts nodding his head like he finally understands what's going on *
K.Dangelo : (low tone) I need some peace everyone please leave .
* The valets ,body guards and a few other guest just walk around as if KD didn't say a word so KD gets a louder *
K.Dangelo : Aight people lets pack up I need to get focused on my next move .So c'mon people lets get going .
* They still stand around and K.Dangelo starts to look upset *
K.Dangelo : You know what for some people can't be nice for nothing .(raises voice ) Grab your stuff and get out !My next move is to remove you myself !
* everyone starts running out the door *
K.Dangelo : Thank you ! Next week the sermon will shorter but powerful , sinners beware .
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