Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dog and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And *****s trying to take my life away
I put a hole in ***** for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life away
Bear steps out of the curtain, crowd roaring. Red and Blue lights flashing all over the arena. Bear stands atop of the ramp for one slight moment, admiring the sweetness that is the 1st time moment. But he can't let himself fade into this light...A few pops of the neck and Beat continues to the ring.
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
In the ring now, holding a mic in one hand, and admiring the crowd once more. Here is he, 6'4" 235lbs of trained muscle, ready to take on the entire universe...
Bear, with the biggest smile on his face: Wow, for starters, I just gotta say it really is great to be here. I've been all of the world, I've fought my way through countries.
Bear:
I've saved a few lives, and loved many women from all around the world, but I don't think I've ever been as nervous as the moment before I stepped out onto that ramp up there.
Bear looks back towards the entrance and over the crowd again.
Bear: But now that, that's out of the way, let's get to business.
Bear:
I've been a fan of this industry since before I could walk. I've seen the best all over the world, in every arena you could imagine. From Madison Square Garden to LA, to Japan, to some back yards, and a make shift ring in the middle of an Army base.
Bear:
I've heard 1000 different men stand in a ring similar to this one here, they all say the same things.
Bear:
They're here to do this, to do that, to prove this, to hurt some chump, to give the crowd something, to something no one else has seen, but we've all seen it all.
Bear:
I'm not much of a talker, never really have been. So I'm not going to spill my guts to anyone, I'm not gonna tell you how I plan to turn the company on it's head, and I'm sure as hell not going to tell you that there ain't a single damn person in the back there that can stop me.
Bear:
What I will tell you, is that I am here, I am ready, and to every man in the back, open challenge, come teach the new guy a lesson...
Bear drops the mic and stands tall in the middle of the ring, half smirk on his face, raises both arms above his head, cocky smirk....
The camera pans to the announce team.
OCW's Newest, New Jack!
I don't wish death on him, no I don't!
KING OF OCW/FREEDOM OF SUSPENSION Bobby Minio vs Dimsmore
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The camera pans to the announce team.
He's done it!
Oh my!
11:05 PM
It's late. The Bubbas are fast asleep while Drago is barely conscious, staring at the camera feeds on his iPad. He wipes his face with his hands, and then his eyes widen.
He tilts his head closer to the screen, and notices that the refridgerator in the kitchen has been ransacked, several pieces of food strewn on the ground. He takes a flashlight from his vest and slowly walks toward the kitchen.
He's about to get there when he hears a faint growl. He stops dead in his tracks and slowly gets the net from his vest pocket. He takes another step, this time much slower and more deliberate.
The wooden floor creaks, and Drago hears something scurrying in the kitchen. He peeks his head out and sees a small looking as if it's eating something. As he takes another step, he sees the figure turn its head toward the hunter. Drago gulps and anticipates the worst as he points his flashlight toward the creature. Drago's jaw drops.
Drago Cesar: Oh........Shet.
The camera slowly turns toward the creature, revealing it to be.......A French poodle. The dog stares at Drago as if he's nothing more than a peon. The hunter sighs, disappointed that it wasn't an actual chupacabra.
He makes his way over to the poodle and looks at its collar. The front of it says "FiFi". He looks on the opposite side and finds the supposed owner's name.....Francois. Drago stands up and talks to the dog.
Drago Cesar: Let me guess, you don't want to leave until you get exactly what you want, correct?
The poodle has its head up, ignoring Drago. Drago reaches a hand out to pet FiFi, and as he does, the poodle growls. Drago then pets the dog much more slowly, which causes the poodle to look very pleased. Drago then gets his phone out, and calls the number on the back of the collar. Someone responds.
???: Allo? Zis is too late for conversation, oui? Ooo is zis?
Drago Cesar: My name is Drago. Are you....
???: Zis is Francois!
Drago Cesar: I'm have something which belong to you!
Drago smiles as the feed fades to black.
The camera pans to the announce team.
HAHAHAHA
He's still the worlds greatest hunter!!!
Tobin Frost makes his way down to the ring sans music. His head is on a swivel, weary of a surprise attack from the A Team. He rolls into the ring and calls for a mic as the crowd greats him with furious boos.
Tobin: Still a little salty about what Sean and I did to Nate I see.
The boos get louder making the former champion smile.
Tobin: I’m sure he’s not over it either. Whenever you are healed up Savage U is waiting for you old man.
Tobin paces around the ring still keeping an eye on all corners of the arena.
Tobin: But Nate isn’t why I’m out here tonight. You see the King of OCW tourney is back and is even getting its own show this time around.
Tobin:
The last time we had one of these things I got all the way to the semi-finals as a green rookie. It was Cody who knocked me out of contention. But as a green rookie just making it that far was good enough. The same can’t be said this time.
Tobin: You see the fact is while a few of the names in this tournament were handed there spots I had to compete in a qualifying match, a play in game. Like some 16th seed in the NCAA tournament. A play in like I’m some green name that’s just lucky to be here.
Tobin’s face shows his frustration.
Tobin: Well damn it I’m not lucky to be here. I worked to damn hard for too damn long to make it to this point. But I don’t even have to go back to far in the past couple months I took down the unstoppable force that is Drago.
Tobin:
And my brother and I crippled a hall of famer and defeated the immovable objects that are the A Team. Let’s not forget about Wrestlution either.
Tobin:
That resume alone should have warranted some recognition, some respect. But no, I look at the cover of the OCW Magazine and it’s Mugen on the cover.
Tobin:
A man who did what have two matches in the last what 6 months? And now this, with my resume I had to have a fight in match with a fellow rookie of the year.
Tobin: I’m letting you all know that I’m out for blood. I’m coming for that OCW title shot.And I saw what you did Nathan, lets just hope we don't end up facing each other! I reached the mountain top once and I’m going to do it again. I am going to beat the respect into each and every one of you!
Tobin drops the mic and walks to the back.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Tobin making a statement tonight!
If anyone has a chance at the King of OCW Tournament its Tobin!
The scene fades to the backstage area and a random OCW staffer on the ground and unconscious. The camera begins to move up the hallway but you only see what carnage is on the ground. As it continues you see more random people laid out, tables broken in two, garbage cans knocked over with its contents all over the place.
The camera pans up and see Dimsmore storming all about the Manhattan Center. After what transpired at the end of his match, one would imagine that he is looking for a particular Canadian (It sure as hell isn’t Smythe). Every single person that comes within striking distance of Dimsmore is catching a From Lacy with Love Elbow and they are dropping like flies.
Lacy trails Dimsmore and is franticly speaking on the phone with someone from OCW HQ.
Lacy (Yelling): YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT HE INFILTRATED OCW HEADQUARTERS, ATTACKED NUMBER 2, AND DISGUISED HIMSELF AS SUCH THEN FOUND THE INTEL STATING THAT DIMMY WAS IN KOCW?
Lacy (Still Yelling): WHY DO I HAVE ORDERLIES IF THEY ARE GOING TO BE INCOMP… INCOMP…. IMBECILES WHEN IT COMES TO DENYING THAT TIBBLE TUBBY ACCESS TO ANYTHING??
The orderlies are nowhere to be found at this time. I’m sure that Dimsmore and Lacy are the last two that any of the orderlies want to see right now. The camera follows the two of them back to Lord Mugenta’s office. Dimsmore goes in and shuts the door. Lacy remains on the phone just outside the door as Jim Black approaches Lacy.
Black: Obviously, not the outcome you and The Purge was expecting tonight.
Lacy gives Jim Black a very puzzling look.
Lacy (Still Yelling): OBVIOUSLY YOU NEED TO SHUT YOUR STUPID REPORTER FACE.
Lacy paces back and forth as Jim Black is still awaiting a more elaborated response. She stops at Jim Black’s side, takes a deep breath and is attempting to remain calm.
Lacy: Lemme call you back (She hangs up the phone and looks at Jim) So, somehow, Tibbles got word that MYYYYY Dimmy was in the match tonight, and decides to make an appearance. So not cool.
Lacy: He will get his in due time. But as far as the incompetent orderlies that I am stuck with, next week they will be held accountable for their actions or lack thereof.
