We find the Lord of the Lariat backstage warming up for his match by throwing some elbows and kicks at a wall. He looks at the camera and begins to speak.
Mugen: CONCAF Federation Champion of the Free World, East Berlin Lord of the Lariat Crown, Nigeria Moonlight Highlight Championship, Born In The USA Championship. These were just some of the championships that I held. Highlights of my career. Highlights that I can only relive through the pictures on my phone and not by actually holding the belts.
Mugen punches the wall behind him. He takes a couple deep breaths to calm down.
Mugen: The past few weeks have been some fun and games between me and you Dupree, so let me be serious here for a moment. When you took that leap of faith off the roof of my building, I only looked worried because I thought my painting was ruined. I really wish that when I looked over the edge of the roof that I saw a purple haired puddle of flesh and blood that used to be Tiberius Dupree.
Mugen starts to do a demonstration of something falling with his hand and abruptly ends it with a "SPLAT".
Mugen: You took one of my most prized posessions in my Quincentuple Universal Crown Championship and also you also took my most prized oil painting of myself. So......I ruined one of your most prized possessions.
Mugen pulls out from his pocket a lock of purple hair, the same shade of purple that is on Tiberius Dupree's head. He blows the hair out of his hand and smiles at the camera as the hair is flying everywhere.
Mugen: I hope you enjoyed your brief moment as a purple haired punk. I've already ruined your most prized possession but tonight I'll completely take it away from you.
Mugen takes out a pair of scissors from his bag on the floor. He starts snipping invisible hair.
Mugen: SNIP SNIP SNIP Dupree. You thought jail was bad? You are only moments away from the worst night of your life. Just remember this, big girls don't cry. Okay?
Mugen starts laughing at the camera maniacally as the scene fades to black.
The Camera pans to OCWFED Commentators Charles Scaggs and "Big" Al Poling.
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The King of the Lariet streets is beyond ready tonight. |
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Word on the street is that everyone voted for Hair vs Hair! |
CO-MAIN EVENT
The Winner is HAIR VS HAIR - 79%
Mugen vs. Tiberius Dupree
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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Baw gawd he's got the electric razor! |
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Oh boy! |
Tobin Frost walks through the backstage area, shoulder straps at his waist and no North American championship on his shoulder.
Just the backbreaking weight of another failure in a championship defense. Sweat run from his face and down his shoulders, as the pain from the vicious bumps he took begin to come through as the adrenaline begins to subside.
Tobin: (To himself) Again!
Tobin just shakes his head.
Tobin: (To himself) Again!
The frustration begins to build in the 6 foot 3 inch tall T-Plex. This is not lost on crew members, who still remember the night Tobin lost control and attacked a member of the crew after another heartbreaking loss, who try to avoid the former champion at all cost.
Tobin, shaking his head, then stops and punches an arena wall. Fortunately for Tobin the wall is poorly made and his fist goes straight through, cause no damage to his hand.
Tobin: (To himself) Again!
Tobin eyes the damage to the wall one more time, knowing he will be responsible for paying for the repair. After looking for a moment he continues on trying to suppress the anger that is building up inside.
This isn’t anger at Jacob Trance who did what he had to do and escaped the Cage. But the anger is pointed toward him self for failing to meet his own expectations, and falling in the same way he fell to Sean McGee at last year’s Wrestlution.
Tobin bypasses the locker room but stops at a sign for the boiler room and makes his way down to the steps to the room. Tobin makes his way halfway down the steps before taking a seat.
He doesn’t say anything to himself, the former champion just places his hands over his face and tries to process what has just happened. Tobin takes a deep breath and exhales as the sounds of the water running through the pipes begins to calm his nerves.
Tobin stands and slaps himself in the face with both hands to wake himself up. He begins to bounce on the balls of his feet as he begins to talk out loud and to himself.
Tobin: Never again… Never again! (You can’t let yourself fall again Tobin) I’m not falling to where I feel the last time I let this happen to me.
Tobin: (You are have progressed so far) I’ve come to far to go back there. This loss hurts mentally and physically it hurts (You will over come this Tobin).
Tobin: (It’s back on the horse on Riot) I’m going to call out Trance.
Tobin: (You have to do what’s right Tobin) I’m going to tell him what I think.
Tobin: (You are going to get that North American Championship back) He says he welcomes the chase. Well the chase in on…
Tobin sits back down and continues to calm himself listening to the sounds of the pipes.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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A bitter pill to swallow! |
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Indeed! |