MIAMI FLORDIA
The Arena Explodes in a cascade of Pyro technics as Summercide 2014 Theme blares.
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The pyrotechnics kick off as OCWFED PRESENTS Summercide 2014 gets underway.
The Camera pans to OCWFED Commentators Charles Scaggs and "Big" Al Poling.
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Welcome everyone to the Hottest Party of the Summer! |
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1 Day left SCAGGS, might as well say goodbye to the Summer with a BLAST! |
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It's A Labor Day Inspired Summercide God BLESS AMERICA! |
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And no place else! |
The familiar view of the backstage interview area fades onto the screen. Footsteps approach from out of frame. The One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, walks in front of the camera, his ring gear already on and a gray “C4 > EVERYTHING²” t-shirt showing under open black hooded jacket he wears to the ring.
Peeking out around the collar of the t-shirt appears to be the same medical tape he was wearing on Riot. He looks energetic, without showing much hint of the extensive wear and tear put on his frame over the last few weeks.
Bobby Minio: Pugh… you slimy prick. You thought you could share some of your smuggled fruits with our resident escaped mental patient, and make it all the much easier for yourself tonight. Well rested, motivated, with an ego rocket stuffed up your baby bottom that should fire you right over the top of me, correct Paul?
His hands grasp together in front of him as he lowers his eyes and laughs to himself in mocked pity.
Bobby Minio: Uh uh bud. You see it just ain’t that easy with me.
Bobby Minio: I’ve been hearing what they say out there. “What if he’s hurt?” they say. “What if he’s not 100%” they say. Yeah, what if? They say “I don’t think he can win”. They say “Pugh is a former OCW World Champion!” Yeah, big deal. That’s about as big of a deal as all of the predictions about this match and assumptions about me… Always assuming...
Bobby Minio: What can anybody out there assume about a guy who’s career was resurrected from a supposed career ending injury, a man who has constantly gotten his ass kicked and continued to come back time after time to deal out and deal with even more.
Bobby Minio: A man who felt the sole of Pugh’s boot on his chin, only to eat royal shit fifteen flights down concrete arena stairs, only to come back WEEKS LATER and OUT LAST as Bedlam attempted to quite literally RIP my arm from it’s friggin socket! AND WIN?
The fire in his voice, the way he enunciates each keyword, the way he punctuates with a verbal impact, it illustrates how fired up Minio is now, his gripped fists white knuckling into each other.
Bobby Minio: THAT MAN IS A SURVIVOR. That’s it. That’s all you can possibly assume about me. I’m a survivor. It doesn’t matter if you drop off a bucket of oranges or a box of bananas or a lovely bunch of coconuts! I keep coming back until it’s done. PUGH. This has been a long time coming.
Bobby Minio: It’s time for me to finish this. You come out during the Mic Drop TV debut, you had your little rhymes and your death threats, well here’s your chance, because if you stop short of friggin’ KILLING ME, you’re going to regret it for the rest of your worthless life.
Bobby Minio: You saw my momentum, Pugh, and it upset you because these days, you have nothing. You’re a wikipedia article. You’re a reference. Most of all, you’re worthless. You thought you could show up and hold me back. Tonight I move you out of my way and continue down the road leaving you in the past like the rest of the world did a while ago. Tonight this, you, and us, is OVER.
With a relieved sigh, Minio’s death grip between his hands finally releases. He holds his hands out forward, mimicking the motion of dropping gripping someone, perhaps Pugh by the throat, in front of him. The tension in his body washes away, but Minio continues to stare into the camera for another few seconds. Then, in an instant, he turns and walks out of frame, sending the screen into the next segment.
The Camera pans to OCWFED Commentators Charles Scaggs and "Big" Al Poling.
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Bobby Minio kicking things off with a message for Paul Pugh. |
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This is going to be great! |
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Up next 4 bombshells walk in and one bombshell walks out The Queen of OCW! |
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This isn't fair to Alice Malice! |
$$$ 1/2
QUEEN OF OCW
FATAL 4 WAY
Jessica Jessie vs MOLLY vs Alice Malice vs Taylor Lassiter
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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Good god almighty, SHES BEEN BROKEN IN HALFZ! |
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These gals are more entertaining than some of there male counter parts! |
Trumpets sound, a glorious sound that nearly shatter car windows and poorly made spectacles. Outside, in front of the arena a small crowd of people gather around. The local police on patrol keep them a safe distance away from the incoming traffic.
Those trumpets weren't actual trumpets, but the horns of two Fiat smart cars. Those smart cars are harnessed to a finely decorated stage coach. Hanging out the door of the stage coach is Tiberius Octavius Dupree.
His long blonde hair flowing behind him as he waves like a beauty queen. Besides his long hair, the beard on his face is a new accessory to his Betterness.
The smart stage coach pulls up in front of the arena, a shirtless Tibby hops out in an over the top fashion, subtle by his standards. Wearing nothing but gold slacks and white suede shoes he delivers high fives to anyone accepting. Madeline Osiris stands with her OMShe Conglomerate, arms folded tapping her foot.
Dupree: I know...I know I haven't called, but it's kind of hard to pick up a phone when your ligaments are tranfused inside the time space matrix of countless realities.
His former lesbian manager doubles up on the evil eye, Tibby slowly approaches.
Dupree: Look I'm only back for one night, no need to look grumpier than Illfang the Cobolt Lord on his daily cycle. Now embrace the betterness before my nipples get too sweaty.
She eases up the hostility and manages to give him a hug, Tibby puts his arms over her shoulder and they enter the arena.
Madeline: Where's your damn shirt?
Tibby just chuckles as the camera fades.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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I'm marking out bro! |
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Settledown! |