*Marvelous Austin Lee paces around the ring looking out into the crowd, jumping up onto the 2nd turnbuckle throwing his hands in the air getting the crowd to cheer louder for the marvelous one.
Jumping back off the turnbuckle as he stands in the middle of the ring taking a deep breath, as one of the ring crew toss a microphone in the air towards him, catching it with one hand. *
Marvelous Austin Lee: *looking back at the ramp as he continues to try to catch is breath* Damn has that ramp always been so long? #I hate cardio #blown up. Been way to long since I have been back out here let’s see if I remember how to do this….
*Marvelous Austin Lee takes a deep breath as he looks out towards the crowd. *
Marvelous Austin Lee: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls children off all ages of the OCW Universe #? #I don’t know what you all are called #shrug #deep breath. If any of you fail to recognize me then allow me to reintroduce myself….
Marvelous Austin Lee: *pacing around the ring* I am #the man #the myth, #half man half amazing, #the crown Jewel of the Empire state, #the bad apple from the big apple, #your girls favorite entertainer, #the true underdog of OCW, #the one show two show three show no show kid, #the king of entertainment style, #the savior of the un-entertained masses #modern day sports entertainer #the one and only #Marvelous Austin Lee…
Marvelous Austin Lee: #woo made it through all of that, good job Austin *padding himself on his back. * but now let’s get down to business….
Marvelous Austin Lee: You see this is the part where you have the return #quotations “wrestler” come out here and explain why he hasn’t been inside of an OCW ring in so long. Now I could be like some wrestler and claim an injury, possibly to the shoulder maybe the collar bone area. Which we All know that would be a lie seeing how yours truly has been entertaining you all with his hand in a cast for a long time.
*Marvelous Looks down at his right hand still in a cast. *
Marvelous Austin Lee: but the fact of the matter is I don’t see the need to lie to you people…. Because I honestly don’t care what any of you think. I haven’t been in this ring because none of you deserve to see me. You all are nothing but a bunch of sloppy overweight “wrestling” fans.
*the crowd starting to boo*
Marvelous Austin Lee: I can wait….
*The crowd starts to boo louder. *
Marvelous Austin Lee: If you think I am going to just leave because you are booing me you are dead wrong. Because just like all of you made a resolution to start yet another pathetic year in you’d miserable lives. I made one for myself…. and that is to stand in front of you all every chance I get and crush the dreams of every single wrestling fan in this world.
Marvelous Austin Lee: #The End of Era #The 2nd coming of sports entertainment is upon us and there is not a single thing any one of you can do about it….
Marvelous Austin Lee: # Are you not entertained? #Bada Bing #Bada Boom *Marvelous Austin Lee toss the microphone back to the ring crew before rolling out of the ring as the screen fades to black. *
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a jerk! #jackass
#byecharles!
The scene opens inside of a nearby arcade. Camera zooms in on the Pacman arcade game. AC Cobra is playing the game and you can hear his character dies. The signature Pacman death chimes and AC begins to speak.
AC- I feel like we've done this before. Ne enjoying my favorite hobby and embarking into a conversation about destiny, second chances, & game shark. I was going to sit here and give this long belish speech about Pacman, finding your way etc.
AC:Instead, I'll take the time out to talk me being attacked last week. Xander decides to beat me while I'm down and make a fool of me. I don't know what to think anymore, either he's a dumbass or he just graduated from Big Man University. AC pauses for a second and finishes taking.
AC- No neither, see Rane is a special type of man. He's the guy that beats his 5 year old brother in Street Fighter then proceed to brag about it. I don't care what his issue with me is. Next time I see Xander it'll be Game Ov-
Before Cobra could finish that threat, he was interrupted by a steel chair to the back of the head. As he now lay uncoscious, the target of said intended threat unfolded the chair over him and sat looking at the cameraman.
Xander: Give it to me.
Cameraman: What the hell are you talking about Rane?
Xander: Give me the camera.
He extends his right arm expectantly, looking at the man who seemed to be in shock that what was meant to be a simple segment descended into this chaos.
Cameraman: Come on man, I can't do th-
Xander: Shut up shut up shut up shut up, shut up. I don't give a damn. You need to know one thing before you think of finishing that sentence. Careers have ended, Michael.
Cameraman: That's not my name and I have no idea what you're talking about.
Xander: JUST GET OUT!
He jumps off the chair and lunges at the Cameraman, who luckily enough realized the situation and ran away before Rane could grab him.
Satisfied he was gone, Xander picks up the Camera and holds it up to his face, sitting back down on the chair, although now quite clearly on edge.
He looks distraught as he sort of whispers and screams simultaneously to the audience.
Xander: You see what he's doing don't you! No no no you don't of course you don't you've all lost sight of what I'm doing for you! You're letting his lies get to you! His filthy filthy lies don't you see that he's a snake who fought for his own self and a God a year ago he's nothing but a lying snake he's the same as he was then this filthy lying snake but don't worry he's going to admit the truth now isnt that right snake
Xander's ranting hushes without actually ever stopping as he moves the camera from his face to Cobra's unconscious one, grabbing him by the hair and lifting his head as he hunches over him.
Xander: Okay snakey admit you're a liar and a thief and a hypocrite and a narcissist and you dont care about any of these people and you're not like me because I'm the defender of these people and I'm the only honest person in this company who cares about them. Say it. Say it now SAY IT!!!!
When Cobra obviously doesn't respond as he's unconcious clearly, Xander slams his head on the ground and runs his hands through his hair desperately, not knowing why the blacked out man refuses to do as he says.
Appearing to lose his patience he grabs Cobra and throws him against the game he's been cutting his promo in front of. He then drops the machine on top of Cobra's limp form.
He picks the camera back up and points it at the man that's been utterly destroyed.
Xander: All you had to do was say it. He throws the camera at Cobra's face and that's the last image before it goes black.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh for pete's sake, REALLY!!!
Hey, plenty of people say that Videogames, lead to Violence. Jack Thompson was right!
The Xtron Flickers On!
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BUFFNESS: You all may wonder what we're doing here and not in ja......
Before Sean McGee can finish a sentence, an old familar tune hits!
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The Owner Founder and Ruler of OCW Mr.Sensation shuffles down to ringside.
Our Hero comes down to the ring and asks who allowed "Those" two! He demands that they leave immediatly as their scheduled contests tonight will not be taking place!
The Monster stands in the center of the ring staring a hole through Mr. Sensation as BUFFNESS walks a circle around him checking for something.
BUFFNESS: Sensation.....You seem to have forgotten to bring me my OCW World Championship.
The boo's begin to echo throughout the audience.
Our Hero: And you seem to have forgotten just who in the hell you are talking to Mr.McGee.
Our Hero paces back and forth never taking his eyes off the two most dangerous men in OCW.
Our Hero: You don't make the demands here Cochise, IT'S MY WORLD AND......
The Monster quickly chimes in, with a low Sinister Tone.
The Monster: Annnnnd, we're just....paying rent.....
The crowd boos as Sean smiles in approval, as Mr.Sensation is rightfully so taken aback.
Sean McGee: I'm not going to ask again, old man. Where is my OCW World Championship?
Our Hero: Around Paul Pugh's, oddly colored waist...
The Crowd Laughs!
Our Hero: I will make this 100% clear so that both of you can understand me, if you don't get out of my ring right now, the closest thing to an OCW World Championship you will ever get is the one you gave your son when you went to Toys R' Us! BUFFNESS puts his hands up as if to surrender before addressing Sensation.
BUFFNESS: WHOA WHOA bossman!
Sean McGee pulls a stack of papers out from who knows where, glancing down at them, he looks back up with a smile plastered to his face.
BUFFNESS: Turns out even the law can see I was just trying to get what was owed to me when I was so rudely removed from my place of employment. You now what they call that? They call that a continuing violation. And any good lawyer can get the court to see that you were just trying to hold another good black man down. So all charges were dropped for both of us. Mr. Sensation snatches the papers from BUFFNESS and looks them over.
Our Hero: This still doesn't change the fact that both of you guys are *****
The crowd laughs
Our Hero: The law is the law, but let it be known I don't trust either of you!, Especially YOU!!
Our Hero points to The Monster who breaks out in a large grin or atleast we think its a grin, can't really tell with the mask! in response. Our Hero turns back to McGee.
Our Hero: So you will compete tonight, but that isn't till the Main Event, so if you can kindly leave.
Sean McGee leaves The Monster, pushing his way past Mr. Sensation as he goes. The Monster takes a few steps towards Mr. Sensation, but Our Hero is smart enough not to engage with him.
Our Hero: Oh and Sean, one other thing, like I said I don't trust either of you, and I know just how volatile the both of you are. So tonight in your match against Matsuda, the North American Champion None other than Mugen, will be at ringside!
The Crowd Cheers.
Our Hero: With any luck you guys will wind up murdering each other and I will have killed 2 stupid birds with 1 stupid stone.
Our Hero paces up the ramp passing McGee who doesn't look the least bit concerned at this change.
Our Hero: Oh....and The Monster is banned from ringside. And speaking of ringside my watching is pointing at 9:30 on the ROCK N ROLLA........
The Camera Pans to the ramp!
Ace Angel vs The Monster
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The camera pans to the announce team.
An impressive outing!
Is that thing even legal?
The Monster reaches his feet first and ,without turning around to look towards Ace Angel, he steps out of the ring and towards the timekeeper's table. The ring announcer quickly gets out of dodge and The Monster is left to his own devices.
He steps forward and grasps Ace's guitar in his hands. He holds it out in front of him in his right hand, admiring it as a smile crosses his face. He turns back in the direction of the ring and slowly paces towards his victim.
The Monster climbs back into the ring and crouches near Ace, the smile never leaving his face. Ace finally begins to stir. The Monster rises back to his feet as Ace gathers himself, also rising, but with no awareness of the dire situation he seems to find himself in.
Ace turns, trying to shake the cobwebs from his head....
CRRRRAAAAAACCCKKK!
Ace collapses to the ground unconscious, splinters from his now broken guitar falling all around him; his head gashed wide open. The Monster looms above him, his grin grown thrice in size.
The Monster bends over and grabs Ace by his long, flowing, hair. It's at this moment that the referee chooses to try to intervene. The Monster grasps him by his throat with his free hand and shoves him out of the ring.
Unencumbered once again, The Monster rises and drags Ace to the edge of the ring. He rolls under the ropes before re-grasping Ace's mane. The Monster drags him up the ramp and behind the curtain as the show moves on....
The camera pans to the announce team.
What the hell!!!?
Haha I love it Scaggs!
After an uneventful commercial break we find ourselves back at Matsuda Tower, bathed in the bright neon lights of the restless Shinjuku district of Tokyo, Japan.
The camera takes in a gorgeous sweeping shot of the city before zooming into the executive suite--the cerebellum of the Matsuda Zaibatsu, where we are fortunate enough to bare witness to the Eternal Ex Division Champion sitting cross legged in his throne of gold and velvety red.
Situated with a nonchalant posture, his chin resting in the palm of a perfectly manicured hand and his feet actively being scrubbed by the captains of Japan’s two hottest idol groups.
As he seemingly notices the camera behind his futuristic, metallic sunglasses, Our Benevolent Villain’s lips curl into his signature smirk, ask he motions with a gentle finger for the cameraman to move closer. He dismisses his servants in a surprisingly polite fashion.
The camera man does his best to oblige the Overlord, cautiously approaching him as if his presence made the atmosphere around him thick with intensity.
Matsuda: A brash, flamboyant rookie with a flair for the eccentric, hm? Cute. Familiar, but cute, Nathan.
The Villain’s pearly whites lightly press down on his bottom lip as he moves his finger to his chin, lost in thought for but a moment as he carefully processes his next words.
Matsuda: You know they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery--however when I was cutting my teeth in this company it wasn’t against a shriveled up burnt up fetus like Jookie Marley.
Matsuda: Oh no. It was against six feet four inches and six hundred pounds of a Samoan cannibal called Patolomai.
Leaning forward Matsuda motions to an ornate samurai sword said to be folded 10,000 times by the greatest blacksmith of the Edo Period.
Matsuda: And like the superior Japanese steel that I am, I cut through Patolomai. The same way I cut through Tiberius Dupree. The same way I cut through Parker Stevens, The Steve, Paul Pugh, Illuminati… need I go on?
Matsuda: And although you are a weak imitation, Nathan Carter, when I look at you I do see a star. A bleak glimmer in a vast and empty system I can’t be bothered to pay attention to.
Matsuda: Where as I, the ORIGINAL, dear Nathan, was a shining beacon in a galaxy of Ambition, filled to the brim with giant suns.
With these words, the Villain shows the slightest sign of losing his composure as his voice raised slightly above his normal cadence of a stern whisper.
Matsuda: In fewer words, I am not impressed. But I do suppose we are on a collision course, you and I... So when you impress me, you will fall from your heaven and land in your rightful place--amongst the dozens of hopeful rookies I cut down at the peak of their potential.
Matsuda: Just ask Bobby Minio--or better yet, ask my opponent tonight: Sean McGee.
As if on cue the Eternal Ex Division Champion turns to another camera, directing his piercing almond shaped eyes at the task at hand, his next challenge.
Matsuda: My, my, my sweet Sean McGee, we’ve come a long way since the Sensational Riot of June 21, 2012, haven’t we?
Matsuda: Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten? Why, Sean, that was the first time you and I met in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up. You were pretending to be Leonhart, I was a bit… edgier than usual...
Matsuda: However, that’s not all it was, was it? It was the beginning of a trend. Every couple of months you would have the misfortune of squaring off with me and every couple of months you had a three second date on your back. Flashing Elbow. Third Impact. One. Two. Three.
Matsuda: But not even I could damn you to mediocrity, could I? Mr. Number One Contender! Your star rises! I almost fear for Paul’s World Title. But You aren’t facing the World Champion tonight, are you? You’re facing the Eternal Ex Division Champion. The Villain. The Overlord. The best to ever do it. And he will remind you of your place in the universe, but no sooner than after breaking your legs and folding you up into a nice little package for our world Champion.
The Devil Blooded Superstar gently guides the camera in, pulling it closer as he stands to his feet, a violent, fiery passion can be seen in his eyes.
Matsuda: This match won’t be like the others. I’m going to hurt you Sean. No kick pads. No knee pads. I want you to feel my shin bones tearing through your knee tendons. My knees rupturing your patella. Not out of some sort of loyalty to my faction mate--no. I’m going to do it because I don’t like you. And because I can. Matsuda shoves the camera away and the scene fades to black.
The Eternal EX-Champ is fired up!
You know what they say about a guy with no kneepads right?
