The announcer stands in the center of the ring preparing the sold out crowd for some OCW wrestling action. The crowd is at a fever pitch in anticipation of what will unfold after the events of last week.
- ARE YOU READY?
- WELL LETS GET READY TO.....
Without warning BUFFNESS jumps the rail and gives the man a vicious forearm to the back of the scull rendering him unconscious.
Snatching the mic off the canvas BUFFNESS paces the 4 corners of the ring before addressing the crowd.
McGee kicks the bottom rope as he yells some obscene words to the crowd. Palming his face Sean takes a deep breath as he attempts to speak again.
- Last week I was robbed of my World title..... I say MY WORLD TITLE because I pinned Paul Pugh 1-2-3 in this very ring.
McGee walks over to the far corner of the ring.
- You can still see the stain your greasy little "CHAMPION" made when he fell on his head right here.
BUFFNESS steps over the announcers lifeless body as he avoids the trash that is being tossed at him.
SENSATION..... I want you to bring your ass down to this ring and bring me my OCW World Heavyweight with you!!!!
Everyone looks to the entrance ramp with the hope a hyped up Mr. SENSATION bursts through the curtain to put BUFFNESS in his place. Unfortunately for both party's neither gets what they want.
I bet if this happened to Dupree we wouldn't have to go through all of this !!!
"THE FIRE " chants ring out through out the arena
- Hell if his idiot son in law won the the damn F.I. he would just handed the belt to him!!!!
- But I'm willing to bet there was never a damn contract in that briefcase to begin with.
The crowd begins to boo again.
Because everyone in the back knows how far "WE" can go....
BUFFNESS taps on his mic realizing it has been cut off.
The angry crowd roars it's approval as if on cue a swarm of security gaurds storm the ring to remove the problem.
BUFFNESS snatches away from the guards as if to tell them he can walk by himself. The mob surrounds McGee as he is escorted back up the ramp and through the curtain
- NA NA NA NAAAAAAAAA....NA NA NA NAAAAAAA.....HEY HEY HEY......GOOD BYYYYYEEEEEEEE
Order is restored as the show cuts to commercial.
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We open inside the Pleasure Palace. Nathan is using some kind of electro shock massage machine on an attractive woman, who is naked except for her towels. Nathan is smooth and concise with each moment, sending shivers down her spine. She begins to moan softly as Nathan’s pressure increases! Nathan’s attention is stolen when he notices the camera…
“Oh sorry, I didn’t see you there.” He whispers as he snaps his fingers.
On his signal a familiar red head takes over his duties. He kisses the readhead and starts walking toward his Throne. It is beautiful chissled out of granite and covered in purple décor, it suits Nathan perfectly.
“Allow me to introduce you to the ‘Iron Bone Throne’, it is where The One True Satyr sits, when he needs to contemplate on recent events. Sometimes Future Events too. Rarely the Present though, I let my body do the talking in the Present.”
Nathan climbs upon the Throne and claps his hands twice. At that moment, two more servants clad in all leather, approach Nathan and begin tending to his needs. One rubs his temples, while the other takes off his shoes, and starts strapping on his boots.
“Tonight, there is much to think about. The Past, Present, and Future. Let us begin with the Past, shall we? Since making my debut here in OCW, I have taken nothing but shit from most of you! The fans, the other workers, the commentaters, everyone. Seems to be a running joke that I’m gay?” Nathan smiles, as one of his servants hands him a drink. He takes a sip before continuing.
“I have yet to hear anything on the clever side. It’s as if you are all the ones with the personal issues here. I’m not Gay, I’m not Straight, I’m just DTF! I like to have fun, and yes at your expense! Does that mean you should start a HATE CAMPAIGN?! I get it, jealousy is a funny thing. I may be green here in OCW, but the more the vets and fellow rooks watch me, the greener they get…with Envy. ”
” But that’s okay, it’s human nature to crave what others have. Especially when they make it look as good as I do. Like it or not, pukes, my path here is lit, and I’m going to follow it until I reach my destination! But we will get to my destination later, now I’d like to address the past, in the form of Jook Marley.” He toasts and then takes another drink, as if in celebration.
”Here’s to you my friend! Best of luck running your mouth to people like KD! I’d like to remind you that, me, a man a quarter the size of KD, put your ass in the ground, not once, but twice! Now, I could make D’Angelo eat grapes out of a straw for the next six months, but the man has yet to give me a reason to…I digress…” Nathan finishes the drink this time, and it is immediately refilled to his pleasure.
“Jook, from the bottom of my heart, thank you! You are a three time OCW EX Division Champion! I couldn’t ask for a better way to prove myself in this division, I was able to prove to the world that I’m going to claim that title, barely breaking a sweat! You see, Jook, we had our fun, but it has come to an end. You did just fine, you did exactly what Leather Daddy needed you to do, just lay down. You threaten me with murder, and other ludacris ideas…next time bring that to the ring. Sadly, unless there’s an act of a nonexistant diety, that will not happen. I am moving my sights to something bigger, much, much bigger.” The two servants, and Nathan all look down at Nathan’s crotch, the camera pans down, but Nathan stops it.
“No, not that, silly.”
Nathan takes a deep breath before continuing on...
“Last week we were all subjected to the worst opening in the entirey of OCW’s eleven year history! I thought it was Michael Bay’s remake of Grumpy Old Men. It litereally made me sick, I’d rather watch my Mother in a bukkake video. Listen, pukes, C4 ‘exploded’ a long time ago, and now we are just witnessing the ashes settle, atop fading embers. Frankly, if you want to watch old people jerk each other off, I’ll give you a few websites, and it’ll take a fraction of the time!” He takes another big gulp from his drink as his servants giggle.
“I also dig the irony of your love of The Beatles. Both groups have soooo much in common; both are old, washed up, and COMPLETELY OVERRATED! Seriously…all of you are Yoko! There is a new group on the rise boys, and guess what? We are right behind you!” Nathan finishes his drink and stands up, dismissing the servants.
“ Do I have your attention now, Matsuda?” Nathan’s devilish grin slowly forms.
“I hope so, because if the past is any indication, your future is going to be rough once I’m in it. And when I get in things, I go all the way in, baby! I don’t have much to say about your commrades, I have no interest in either of them. Not really into old dudes. But you, Matsuda, I have had the biggest crush on you for quite sometime.”
Nathan begins to pace back and forth, in front of the Throne.
“Netflix and Chill? No? How about Ex Divison Title and Chill! I know I am new here, but, that’s all the more reason for you to say yes. If anything, it would be an honor for me. An absolute honor! To whip that ass...” Nathan is handed a microphone, and his angelic singing voice echoes through the arena!
“ACROSS THE UNIVERRRRRRRRSSSEEE!!!!!”
Nathan drops the mic, and grabs the camera bringing it inches from his face!
“As for tonight, live, here on Riot… A.C. Cobra! Tonight you feel my wrath! Tonight you will be a mere catalyst in my journey towards the Ex Divison Championship! Tonight the whole world will be watching when I put you under, one more time! And when it’s all said and done, it’ll be clear, YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN DTF!!!!!!!!!”
Nathan pushes the camera away and turns back to the woman chained up, awaiting the rest of her massage…