In the medical room, we see the General being stitched up and bandaged after the brutal attack by Trance and his followers. An angry look comes across his face as the medical staff continues their work. The General shoves the medical staff away.
Raze: GET OUT! OR I WILL FIRE A ARTILLERY SHELL AT EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU!!!
The staff is out of the room in less than ten seconds, leaving the seething General alone in the room. He pulls out a phone from his Kevlar Vest, searches through the phone and dials a number. As he brings the phone to his ear, yelling can be heard coming from the other end.
Raze: Look, your the last person that I want to talk to as well. Believe me, times have to be very desperate for me to call you.
Raze: The point is, I need your help. I know you don't respect me or anything I've done, but dammit we need to stop this and put our differences aside to rid the world of this INJUSTICE!! I need you at Wrestlution 9!
Muffled yelling is heard coming from the phone.
Raze: Your right, it's just my ass that's being affected and My Grenades. However, if I don't stop this then who's Grenades' are next, yours? Your families? YOUR KID'S GRENADES???
A silence is heard on the other end..finally followed by a muttered reply.
Raze: That's the spirit soldier!
A short reply on the phone followed by muffled laughter.
Raze: YOU SON OF A BI-
The dial tone can be heard at the other end of the phone. The General turns his phone off and places it back in his vest, shaking his head, seething.
Raze: That guy is just a.....Scumbag!
The scene fades as the medical staff comes back in the room, continuing the work on the General.
The endless industrial bricked walls of the arena interior frame in the camera view. Walking down the hall and into view are the Lariat and the Revolution of C4, Mugen and Bobby Minio, stepping into frame so that both men are viewed from the chest up as they walk. Minio acknowledges the camera, gesturing with a “come with” wave of one hand, his other firmly planted behind his back.
Bobby Minio: Walk with us.
The cameraman follows along with the viewers in tow, with or against their will. Minio and Mugen look especially proud of themselves. They are walking at a specific pace, steady and brisk, they walk with a purpose.
Bobby Minio: We’re on a tight schedule, but I got fire to spit and I intend to do that, so you’re on our time now. First thing’s first. Rebelution. First of all, friggin hell. That is some name, albeit borrowed. Luke… you’re OH for TWO on partner selection in the OCW, and I don’t give a good goddamn if I’m burying myself saying that. You want to get to the top? Strap yourself to a real rocket ship and not a canadian prop plane. You could even tape yourself to K’Dangelo’s Jesus jet and climb the ladder on the back of the holy roll express, but you guys sound like a CMT sponsor tire company and you guys seem to be spinning your wheels. Mugen chuckles at Minio’s commentary, nodding along as the two walk.
Bobby Minio: It has become apparent now that in Matsuda’s ego war with that Mommy Blogger, I have become the true gateway to the rookies on the roster. “You want to see where you stand? Take a shot at ‘Jobby’ over here! Prove your worth!” yeah, yeah right. Your muffled queef of momentum ends tonight on Riot, canuckle chucks. Tonight, Already Crumbled Cobra get’s lifted. You’re going for a ride on the Lifted Deadly Rhythm, bud. That’s right I’m breaking out variant! Oh, Mugen.
On the last note, Minio nods to Mugen, who nods knowingly back. Mugen flashes a grin as he brings his hand up to frame. He’s holding a bottle of 100% Chinese Panda Glue. As they come up to a side hall, Mugen peels away, while Minio continues walking and talking.
Bobby Minio: Now, the big things. The real things that matter. Cut-Throat, you salty, fish stanking nutty b****! At Lution, you have NOWHERE TO GO. There’s no more tricks, no more hijinks, no more epic escapes. It’s Last Man Standing, and you’re only going where I let you! When I’ve had my fill of dragging you and your sack of stupid around the ring, I’m going to dump your ass on your waterlogged noggin, and I’m going to sit back and laugh my narrow ass off as you flashback to the day your junkie mother dropped you on your soft head! End of the line, you goof, end of the line!
As Minio continues ranting and walking, the scene transitions to the members of Rebelution, AC Cobra and the Reckless Kid, Luke Fuentes, as they check over their wrestling gear before heading to the match. An OCW staff member leans in, waving AC Cobra out of the locker room.
AC Cobra: Time to go beat the crap out of a C4 loud mouth. Let’s go, Luke.
Luke Fuentes: Gotta do what ya gotta do man. You know Bobby is running his mouth somewhere. I guess he’s gonna have to pay for it.
With a confident smirk, AC Cobra nods in agreement. He turns to head out of the room, Luke close in tow. Luke stops dead in his tracks as AC Cobra steps into the doorway.
Luke Fuentes: Aw… cmon. Where is my chain? My entrance gear?
AC Cobra shrugs, not seeming terribly concerned with Luke’s accessory. Luke begins looking around the room as AC Cobra begins to leave.
AC Cobra: Meet me at Gorilla, and hurry up!
Luke Fuentes: I’ll be there in just a minute!
With that, AC Cobra leaves the room, now focused on the task of getting to the ring and beating down Bobby Minio. He was so consumed with this mission that he missed Mugen, who the camera panned to reveal was ducked along the wall outside of the room. As the door swings shut, Mugen creeps up towards the door frame, Panda Glue in hand.
The scene once again jumps, back to Minio, who we join, vocal as ever, in mid sentence.
Bobby Minio: -going to have to admit that you’re just a regular loony tune, in a halloween costume, making a total ass of yourself! At Wrestlelution 9, I put my name in the OCW books, where it goddamn belongs! You Cut-Throat, are DOING an impression. I live to MAKE an impression. Get on my level, Charlie Sheen. The truth is a cold b**** and a bad lay, and on that Monday morning, you’re going to wake up, take one good look at the truth, and chew your stupid arm off just to get away from it! There are pharmacists out there who will charge you a mortgage to get the chemical assistance I’m going to give you by kicking your brain into a puree. When all of this is over, you will get on your hands and knees, you will open up that bag to realize it’s only contents are your childhood regrets, and you will thank me for liberating you from the cage of madness. After all. I am here to help. We jump again to the other room. Luke finally shrugs, having figured an enterprising young arena staff member had palmed the chain for some quick smark cash on craigslist or ebay. He turns to leave, moving quickly to catch up to his colleague, AC Cobra. He smashes into the stationary door, the knob having turned, but the door not budging an inch.
Luke Fuentes: Uh, come… cmon?
He tries the door again to no avail. The door has absolutely no give, it is as if it is a brick wall. Luke looks around for another exit before realizing it was the only door to the hallway. He begins trying to weigh his options for solving the gimmicked door when he muttered in frustration.
Luke Fuentes: Cmon Bobby! Damnit!
A frustrated Luke smashes his hand, sending us back to Bobby Minio, who is still walking and talking like he’s hosting a political podcast through the arena halls. In the background, AC Cobra’s theme song plays over the PA in the arena, the fans greeting one half of Rebelution to the stage.
Bobby Minio: Because C4 has ALL of the angles. When Paul and Mugen welcomed me into the fold, they offered me power, they offered me opportunity, and they offered me the chance to combine my revolution, with C4’s revolution, as the two were one in the same. It’s about US GOING OVER.
Not missing a beat, the Underboss of C4 steps from a side hall right alongside Minio on his path, the two maintaining the same pace they held together earlier.
Bobby Minio: I say again. C4 has all of the angles.
The two men stopped in their tracks, the camera continuing to step back a few feet, bringing more of their bodies into frame. Minio then revealed the hand he had been holding behind his back. His face bloomed into a confident grin. Draped over his palm, Luke’s missing chain. At the same time, Mugen held the Panda Glue out towards Minio, offering a comment as well.
Mugen: Ancient Chinese recipe. The classics never go out of style. Mugen winks blatantly toward the camera, before the two trade devious smiles as they toss both items into a trash can. Minio turns, shoving past the camera. Mugen continues alongside Minio, the two walking out of frame as C4's music announces their entrance to the crowd. The men move headlong on a mission to upset the locals.
Bobby Minio vs A.C. Cobra
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a match!
Indeed
Drago rushes to his neighbor's front door, where she can be seen panicking.
Neighbor: D-D-Drago.....
Drago Cesar: What? What is problem?
Neighbor: T-T-there is a thing in the room.....over there.....
The neighbor points to a room. Drago cautiously walks over there, expecting the worst. He walks in and is confused. The only thing in the room is.....a small cat. Drago looks at the neighbor.
Neighbor: He's out of....control!
Drago slowly walks over to the cat and tries to pick it up when the cat lunges toward him and tackles him to the ground.
The cat gets a few scratches on his face and Drago throws him off. Drago spits some blood onto the ground and looks at the neighbor. He then closes the door....
Drago Cesar: It is time to play the Drago game..... Suddenly, a loud collection of noises are heard from the room, including various sliverware being thrown around, glasses being broken, the cat's meow, various grunts from Drago....
The neighbor and Trisha are now outside of the house as Drago Cesar goes flying off the window and lands on the grass.
He quickly gets up and dusts himself off as he jumps into the same window. More sounds of meowing and grunting are heard.
With a final yell, the battle seems to be over. Drago walks out of the house with a container, inside is the cat taking a nap. Drago hands the cat over to his neighbor.
Drago Cesar: Should not be problem anymore. I'm teach him lesson.
Neighbor: Oh my gosh, Drago! He was so out of control earlier and he would- How can I repay you for this?
Drago Cesar: Nothing need. I just do my job.
The neighbor stands in disbelief as Drago walks into his home. The camera focuses back on Trisha.
Trisha Waldrop: And.....that's all folks! I'm Trisha Waldrop, and that was In Your Crib with Drago Cesar!
