The Camera Pans To The Ramp!
Flynn and Matt Sheldon along with their friend in the ape costume continue to dance for the audience. DJ Kool "Let me clear my throat" continues to play through the PA system. The fans are getting in on this too as they begin to dance. The song starts to fade out and the man in the ape costume tries to jump out the ring but gets stuck. Matt and Flynn have to go and help him quick.
The two of them help the man in the ape costume back up. Flynn and Matt are then passed a microphone by OCW's ring announcer.
Flynn: "If I can have your attention please..."
Matt: "And please stand on your feet."
Flynn: "Because it's time."
Matt: "To get."
Matt & Flynn: "YOUR D***S OUT FOR HARAMBE!"
The crowd knowing who Harambe is, all begin to cheer as a "Harambe" chant starts up.
Flynn: "The world thought Harambe died and and yes he did, but..."
Matt: "What you didn't know is that Harambe had a son and through him."
Flynn: "Harambe lives on."
Harambe starts to taunt the crowd by trying to do back flips but he falls on his ass. The crowd along with Matt and Flynn laugh.
Matt: "I don't know what we were thinking when we decided to bring him into our band though."
Flynn: "All that matters is after months of searching... I finally have my own band."
Matt: "I think you mean our band."
Flynn: "Sorry. I am just super excited."
Flynn: "Though I do have to ask......What's with these shirts?"
Matt: "They're perfect, aren't they?"
Flynn looks at his shirt then looks at Matt's shirt.
Flynn: "Y'know that only happened one time, right? And yours is even weirder!"
Matt: "Well it makes sense! I did e-"
Flynn: "No please, for the love of Harambe, I really don't need another reminder."
Harambe pulls out a cigar but realizes he doesn't have a lighter. He gets out the ring and looks at someone in the front row to light his cigar. Matt and Flynn haven't noticed as they are still talking.
Flynn: "We're about to release our first single and it's going to be available on I Tunes to download soon. "
The man in the front row lights Harambes cigar. Harambe takes a puff as he begins to relax.
Matt "Harambe, NOOOOOOOO!"
Matt gets out of the ring and tries to take the cigar of Harambe. However Harambe with one hand holds Matt back. Flynn now gets out of the ring as he jumps onto Harambes back, he tries to get the cigar out of Harambes hands but isn't able to.
Matt then manages to grab it from Harambe, Harambe couldn't deal with both Matt and Flynn. Matt quickly throws it on the floor and puts it out using his boot. The fire alarm starts to go off.
Matt: "You naughty monkey."
Flynn: "He's an ape you Neanderthal!"
Matt: "It's the same thing.
People are starting to leave the arena.
Matt: "No, wait. It's a false alarm!"
Flynn: "Well that's coming out of our pay check."
Matt looks at Harambe.
Matt: "Smoking... IS BAD! Very BAD!"
Flynn: "Dude, stop talking to him like he's a child."
Matt: "He's a child... We got to teach him what's right and what's wrong."
Flynn: "Smoking isn't bad. Hell I smoke all the time."
Matt: "You're a bad parent, he's never going to lose weight because he's picking up your bad habits!"
Harambe has heard enough as he jumps but again falls over the barricade. But he makes a slow run for it through the crowd. Matt and Flynn both go after him.
The camera pans to Big Al
The Duo of Mo'Cream and Bill Ding roll up in front of a local club with flashing lights in the sign out front. The sign out front reads "Jackie's Chicken & Disco", a glorious grin comes across Bill Ding's face.
Mo' Cream: Fine food, fine honeys and thee finest disco in all of NY papi.
Bill Ding: Son of a biscuit, it's true!! You CAN have the two together! And in the NYC no less.
Bill Ding: One second! Before we head in I gotta get my dancin shoes ready.
Bill leans down and begins pressing furiously on his sneakers, which happen to be an old pair of Reebok Pump up sneaks.
Mo' Cream readies himself as well, licking his lips, smoothing his eyebrows and re-positioning his crutch. They both strut their stuff as they enter through the VIP entrance.
As they make their way through the building, the music gets louder, which naturally according to the laws of cause and effect, make Ding automatically begin jiggling his shoulders and hips to the beat. The scent of fantastically seasoned chicken tickles Ding's nostrils. His feet just happen to find their designated spots on the floor and he breaks into what seems to be his perfectly planned dance routine.
Bill Ding: Mmmph! Uh huh- ooooh yea daddeh!
A busty cocktail waitress dressed scantily clad in a sequin top and booty shorts comes around busing a tray of different kinds of chicken- BBQ, Cajun fried, spicy, slow cooked, you name it. She stops at the duo and seems pleased by Ding's moves.
Cocktail Waitress: Hey there… Care for a taste?
Ding, completely oblivious to the fact that the waitress is practically pressing herself against him, reaches right over her and helps himself to some delicious chicken.
Mo’ Cream: You need to grab a hold of a real breast papi! You got the moves, now groove.
Bill Ding: Oh like this? This juicy and plump one right here?
Mo’ Cream purses his lips together as he smirks, giving Ding an approving nod.
Bill Ding puts the breast in his mouth.
Bill Ding: Mmmm…. BBQ.
Scene ends.
The camera pans to the announce team.
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HANGRY TIMES!!! |
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DADDEH!!! |
The Music Jumps As We Go To The Ramp!
Marley soaks up the cheers as he walks around the ring with his new Light Heavyweight belt raised high. He pulls out a mic from his back pocket and climbs the middle turnbuckle as the cheers grow louder. He then clears his throat.
Marley: JAH ARMYYYYY WE DID IIIITTTTT!!!
The arena immediately starts to fill with "WE ARE SOLDIERS!!" chants. Marley eggs the sold out crowd on and starts to fist pump. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and runs quickly across the ring to the other one.
Marley: TONIGHT IS A BLOODCLAT CELEBRATION!! TONIGHT WE PARTY!! Whoever in the back is in charge of the the music needs to cue my old music in 3,2,1.
Marley waits for the music to be played but nothing happens.
Marley: They don't want to play my music, huh? That's alright, we don't need them. I got a sold out crowd that wont mind helping me.
He exits the ring and starts to sing as the sold out crowd joins in. He walks around taking selfies and singing with random fans before re-entering the ring. The crowd simmers down as he walks around the ring.
Marley: Its been a while since I held gold in OCW. And you know what? This belt feels soo damn good around my waist and in my hands! I'm also the first man in OCW to hold this belt. My name will go down in history, here in OCW. If you don't agree then oh well, go jump in a gorilla pit. I'M A FREAKIN HISTORY MAKER!!
He raises the belt in the air.
Marley: Sunday at the Anniversary show, I know that there were plenty of people in the crowd and in the back that thought they were dreaming when they saw my hand being raised. But that only made that night more memorable. I love being the sleeper in championship matches. That feeling only makes me stronger. It makes me better. Hell, it makes me move faster.
Marley starts to flex.
Marley: I remember a time when the EX was OCW, we were main eventers. But the EX is over with and now its time for me to bring the Light Heavyweight Division to the top. The takeover begins now and I wont stop at anything to keep this belt. Anyone who has a problem with that, know where to find me at. Marley out!
Marley drops the mic and exits the ring as the crowd starts to chant "we are soldiers." He slowly makes his way up the ramp and stops at the stage. He kisses his new belt and raises it in the air one last time before the camera cuts to the commentary team.
The camera pans to the announce team.
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Congrats to the Champ! |
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I bet he don't snack on the Pum Pum! |
Dennis Black vs Paul Pugh
The camera pans to the announce team.
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Woah Woah Woah! |
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This is going to be an issue! |
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