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As Amazing Pine celebrates and Dr. Rothschild hands her the OCW Bombshell Championship, out rushes the other half of Betty Ford, Eerie Sunshine. Dr. Rothschild immediately tries to exit at the opposite of the ring, but the fallen Anna Mosity grabs her foot. After kicking a few times she gets free and slides out the ring.
Just as Eerie slides in the ring Amazing Pine decks her with the OCW Bombshell Championship. After running around the ring, Dr. Rothschild points to Anna Mosity who's slowly starting to stir. Amazing Pine decks her as well, both members of Betty Ford lay motionless in the ring as Dr. Rothschild and Amazing Pine celebrate on the way to gorilla.
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We find ourselves back in the war zone that was the lavish locker room of crumbling Obelisk of OCW, OMG. What was once the picture of decadence and success has fallen into disarray, the locker room divided in two by industrial strength duck tape, and expensive electronics thrown together to make makeshift barricades.
Though the source of this chaos, Matsuda and Dupree, are conveniently absent from their blockades, their provisional artillery crafted from Pato's dirty tights are left facing in their enemy's direction. But the two calmer heads, Dimsmore and Patolomai, are sitting in wobbly chairs, discussing their faction's state of affairs.
Pato: This… is a mess…
Dimsmore lets out a disgusted sigh.
Dimsmore: I know.
Pato: They're going to kill each other and burn the company down around them.
Dimsmore: I know.
Pato: They want to build two separate OMGs to battle one and other. We need to pacify the situation.
Dimsmore: I know.
Pato: You go with Hide, I go with Tiberius.
Dimsmore: I know.
Pato: Why do we put up with this?
Dimsmore: I don't know.
The two sigh and the scene fades.
Chaos, yelling, midgets....EVERYWHERE. The scene comes into focus in what appears a Intelligence room. Papers are scattered, voices are raised, it's Taco Thursday, so many things.
In all of this chaos, the all to familiar General Raze is seen setting at a briefing table, joined by his most trusted and shortest advisers known as, The Jefferson's!
Raze: Ah, The Jefferson's! My most trusted and most loyal group of little people I have! I know I can always rely on you four! Now, Mr, Jefferson, proceed with the Intelligence briefing!
Mr. Jefferson: Well sir, as you asked, we looked into the attack last week and....we did find who they were working for..
Raze: Was it the Russians!?!?! The Albanians!?!?!? They've been out to get me for months! Apparently you're not suppose to use the Prime Minister of Albania's Turban for drying your hands and I might have caused a National incident because of that....but that's besides the point!
Mr. Jefferson: No sir, it wa-
Raze: THE VEGANS!!! IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY DAMN TIMES THEY ATTACK ME, I WILL NEVER STOP EATING BACON!!!!
Mr. Jefferson: Gosh darn it sir, they are followers of Trance!!!
Raze: Oh....that was going to be my next guess.
Raze: Well, this is nothing to worry about! He's just a nut job that know's how to draw people in that have a IQ of 12. Kind of surprised that damn pirate isn't jumping on the band wagon...
Anger starts to spread across the face of Mr. Jefferson.
Mr. Jefferson: Sir this is something we need to take care of now! He's a false prophet like the one holding the gold! Sir it would be a injustice if we set by and let this happen! If we do nothing I'm afraid there will be another attack!
Raze: Boo Hockey! I know how to deal with psychos! It's called a 12 foot boot up the a$%! That brings anyone back to their senses!
Raze: Gentlemen for the time being we will continue to monitor Trance and his 'cult' and see if it continues to pose a threat. He will be dealt with gentlemen, but in due time.
Raze: As for now I must go. There doing a marathon for Star Wars and I'll be damned if I'm going to miss it!
Raze: Jefferson's, dismissed!
The five people begin leaving the table, The General walking out through a normal sized door and the other four walking through doggy doors as the scene fades out.
Drago Cesar vs Sherwood Jamison
We cut backstage just outside the private locker room of the inappropriately named C4, where we find our OVERlord, the Eternal Super Junior Triple Crown Hardcore Champion cautiously approaching the door with his infinitely talented waifu following close behind.
Upon further examination, the Villain appears to be clutching something in his right hand, though it is not in frame. A concerned Minami taps her boyfriend to question his antics.
Minami: (Hide-kun, what are you doing?)
Matsuda jumps at the touch of the pop idol, and quietly scolds her.
Matsuda: (Shhh! You will give away our position! We all know that disease ridden limey will lose to Dupree tonight. I will NOT let him go over. That title should be added to the conglomerate.)
Minami appears confused.
Minami: (Then why not beat the Dupree for the title after he wins?)
Matsuda: (Have you noticed that that bag of dicks has only been booked in title matches for his past three bookings?)
Minami: (Yes.)
Matsuda: (I think he knows the booker. He wouldn't let me anywhere near the title if he wins.)
Minami: Ohhh sugoi sugoii~ (Hide-kun is so clever. The most clever!)
Matsuda: (Shut up, I know that--)
Suddenly the C4 locker room door bursts open as the swashbuckling mop fight between Bobby and Cut-Throat rages on. Cut-Throat strikes low, but Bobby swiftly dodges. The One Man Revolution flourishes, showing surprisingly adept sword play, though the more adept Cut-Throat makes a precise parry, forcing Bobby to make a temporary retreat, though the Legend of Cut-Throat chases him down and out of frame.
Matsuda watches the chase, worried that he might have been spotted, though the continued sound of wood clashing with wood signified that he was all clear. He turns to Minami and bursts into the door, spotting Paul "Poo" Pugh's North American Title left unattended.
Matsuda reveals that what he had in his hand was a replica Pokéball, which he casts at the belt. When metal hits gold, it makes a slight clank, but because this is the real world, nothing happens.
Confused, and with the sound of someone coming out of the bathroom echoing through the room, Matsuda grab's Minami's hand and retreats.
The scene fades.
A rasping at the door of one Lindsay Rothschild Esq. M.D. can be heard as the door opens without any response from her. In walks Your World Heavyweight Champion, The Son of God, Cody Storm and one half of his Blacklist compatriots, Jonny D. Rothschild rises from her seat not ready to accept people just barging in.
Rothschild: "And what makes you think you can...."
BAM! Cody reaching her desk slams his palms down on it causing her to shut up for once in her God-forsaken life.
Cody Storm: "No! You tell me what makes it O.K. for the inmates to run the asylum. You want to explain to me why Tobin's just allowed to make a match on Riot whilly-nilly? I saw the match lineup posted up."
Lindsay recovers from her earlier shock and calmly replies.
Rothschild: "Because you decided to take a cheap shot at him last week, that's why. You made your bed, now you lie in it."
Jonny D: "Wheeler's not even here! We're not wrestling this match!"
Rothschild: "You're right. You won't wrestle this match, if Wheeler's not here you and our "fighting Champion" will be taking on Slam-U and K.Dangelo in a handicap match tonight!"
The crowd can be heard popping at predicament The Son of God and D have just been placed in. Cody turns his back on her turning to walk out of the office with D in tow.
Cody Storm: "The least you could do is make it the main event. Don't think I didn't notice that you're trying to microwave last years leftovers and serve it to these fans like it's something great and new. The egos in this company are appalling."
With that the two leave the office slamming the door behind them. The camera has followed them into the hallway. A vibrating noise can be heard and Storm pulls his phone out of his pocket.
Cody Storm: "Looks like he made it."
The scene leaves off with the camera panning in on Cody's phone.
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Backstage, we join Jim Black who is standing by with our North American Heavyweight Champion Paul E. Pugh. Pugh is waving his hand, imploring Jim to get on with the interview as quickly as possible, as he has some place to be.
Black: So Paul, tonight you have the…
Pugh immediately seizes the mic
Pugh: WELL LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHIN’ MEAN GENE…TONIGHT ISN’T ABOUT *AHEM*
He clears his throat and rustles a finger in his ear
Pugh: Was I just shouting?
Jim Black nods
Pugh: Oh. You know what? I don’t need to hype the match. We are the hype. We’ve been the hype since day one and tonight is day… whats the last day?
Jim shrugs
Pugh: Reckoning? Is today the day of reckoning?
Pugh looks at his wrist where there’s no watch, but he pretends there is anyway.
Pugh: Today is the last time ever in an OCW ring that you’ll witness Pugh vs Dupree. Soak that in for a moment. The biggest name in OCW history and the…
Pugh pauses thoughtfully
Pugh: …the guy that swings from my balls every time I take him out there… Tonight Gene…
Boos radiate as far as the backstage area as he cracks a classic half smile and snorts
Pugh: The sequel to the greatest title match in living memory… where I won the title belt that I kindly allow lesser men to carry around to try and make themselves relevant… *ahem* but that’s by the by Mean Gene, the sequel to the most watched Riot Main Event in OCW history. Tonight is the real deal, tonight is an exhibition of what wrestling is supposed to be. What’s the alternative Mean Gene? A six man battle of the perennial midcard? Cut-Throat filling his sack with Raze’s grenades? No. This is the single most important match of the Ambition era – of this generation. The end of an era. The Ballad of the Burning Ego.
Pugh spreads his arms wide, seemingly psyched out of his tree
Pugh: So tonight Mean Gene I’ll tell you what I always tell you. Sit back, relax and watch me carry the C4 movement forward with another electrifying performance in the centre of my ring. Tonight is history, tonight is future, tonight is the night I secure back to back match of the year awards. It will be special, it will be awesome, and I will defend this title… and end his career just like I ended OMG at Road 2 Glory… BROTHER…
Pugh jabs the microphone back into Jim Black’s chest and makes off into the sunset to prepare for the main event.
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