The return of OCW Hall of Famer R.D. Money brought the entirety of the Chicago crowd to their feet. Though Dennis begged the crowd to stop, the cheers only grew louder and louder.
The Queen’s banshee like screams were snubbed out by the audience. With mascara dripping down her face, Madison looked worse for wear on her knees, sobbing in the middle of the ring.
Her embarrassment was impossible to hide. Tears flowed freely down the Queen’s face, snot bubbling from the royal nose. Her eyes were redder than Versus during 420.
Dennis kneels at Madison’s side and attempts to cover her ears while demanding a mic from the referee.
The crowd finally started to die down when the Hall of Famer spoke.
R.D. Money: 'Dennis Black: A New colored beginning' for Madison Cox. To see poor Madison, and holy SHIT do I mean ‘POOR’ Madison grow from a sweet young innocent girl who probably had to play with headless dolls because they couldn’t afford it.
R.D. smiles at Madison’s misery.
R.D. Money: To a homely, whack body, no ass having, urban welfare teen who lived off hand me downs, hand outs, and hand jobs -
Madison, who was in the middle of a breakdown, covered her own ears and shook her head repeatedly. Dennis stands and demands a mic once more.
R.D. Money: To the big breasted, gold digging, Trump loving thirst trap we see before us. Damn near miracle she made it this far without getting shared by some Biker Gang. Oh wait…
The audience laughs.
R.D. Money: Too Urban, people. Too Urban. But in all seriousness, Madison. If you would just get off that crack rock, you can come and be R.D. Money’s best hoe.
Madison starts screaming that she’s not on any crack rock.
R.D. Money: Show Daddy a smile. I mean, I know you never really had one. During my extensive research, I learned that your Father didn’t die in no damn car crash on Valentine’s Day. Homie went to go buy a pack of rubbers and a pack of Newports before deciding just not to come home. Your daddy ain’t dead, he just a dead beat.
Madison wipes the snot from her royal nose using her sleeve.
Madison: Okay there was that one time with Ed. We tried it to get on welfare. Just a little. We tried ONE crack. Just the one.
R.D. Money: It doesn’t work like that! No one in the history of crackdome has taken just one. You don’t take just one! That’s like tellin a bitch you’ll only stick in half way, am I right, Champ? Don’t worry, Madi. You turned out great. You’re the Breast! I mean the best!
The audience laughs while Dennis finally gets the mic he had been calling for. The Turmoil Champion was boiling.
Dennis: Do you have any idea what you’ve done, Rodney.? You’ve ruined everything! You come out here with your flashy jewelry and your jive talk, smelling of Fried Chicken and the marijuana thinking that you can just insult My Black Queen?
The scene shifts to R.D. and he looks to the camera, mouthing ‘really? Black Queen?’
Dennis: Why are you back anyway? To take my spot? Another old timer trying to steal my moment. Or maybe you just need to collect a check to catch up on your child support?!
R.D. Money: Neighbor please, I owe more child support than Pugh. But my bitches don’t ask for any money. Catching Deez was good enough for them. You can catch them too, Madison, if you get off that crack rock.
Dennis and Madison both yell that she doesn’t do crack.
Meanwhile, Seb playfully kicked at Leon’s unconscious body. Dustin, thinking it was so cool to be in the main event, grabs a kendo stick from under the ring.
The stoner was high on life, among other things, as he raised the kendo stick to the sky and shouted “In defense of my Queen! I shall slay thee...foul dark one? Yea. That works. “
Seb: That’s so...racist.
Dustin charges up the ramp, swinging his kendo stick like the knights of yore. Screaming with his head held high, he reaches the OCW Hall of Famer. But, RD had the cat like reflexes of an elephant and simply side stepped the young stoner.
Dustin continued to charge, screaming for his Queen’s honor. RD looks over his shoulder, confused as Dustin runs behind the curtain, never to be seen again.
Seb, Dennis, and Jack have a collective sigh as the audience laughs.
R.D. Money: Good help is hard to find these days, yea? Anyway, i’m here to add to the next Chapter of my favorite OCW story. ‘The Bore and the Whore.’
Jack: It has to be better than your story, “R.D. Money : Affirmative Action Hero”. R.D., I haven't seen you in months! Let’s remind the OCW universe of your last appearance on Rush T.V., getting your ass handed to you by a man that has ‘never’ beaten Dennis Black, Bray S. Spurs!
Jack: So why don’t you just hop back in your stolen car and go back to the ghetto where you can still pretend to be somebody.
R.D. tilts his head to the side, even squinting as he looks toward the ring.
R.D.: Who is this clownish looking motherfucker?
Madison: ...H-he’s a Jester within The Kingdom…
Dennis pats Madison’s head, saying ‘we know’.
Jack grabs the mic from Dennis: I’M GENTLEMAN GODDAMNED JA -
R.D. quickly interrupts: Neighbor I don’t give a fuck who you are!
The Chicago audience became blood thirsty. They wanted to see a fight.
Dennis: Why are you here?
RD: Well since it’s clear Madison can’t get off that rock, I guess I’m just here to party with the good people of Chicago and tell you one more time what a busted ass, punk ass, ass’n ass bitch you turned out to be! Dennis Black, for all the talent in the world, you ain’t nothin but a mutt.
Dennis walks closer to ropes and points up the ramp.
Dennis: Prove it! Do you know how many times i’ve had to hear this nonsense? Ask Smythe, Trance, Pugh, Parker, Leon, Majin, or anyone else from OCW’s out of touch board of directors how much of a mutt I am.
Dennis: I've gone through the hand picked stars of Turmoil, Riot, and this company's Hall of Famers like a pack of government cheese in your household!
Dennis: I’m the pulse of this place, and I will ‘not’ be disrespected by yet another one of Mr. Sensation’s drunken mistakes. Anytime, anywhere. We’ll settle this in the ring. All you have to do is show up!
The Hall of Famer looked to the crowd while rubbing his beard. The fans wanted it.
R.D. Money: You wanna go, kid?
Dennis nodded eagerly.
R.D. Money: I got no reason to step back in that ring. I did Bray a favor. Brothers like him are the future. He just needs a little guidance. But you? You ain’t got no heart, son. You have all the talent in the world, but you’re wasting it. And while you waste your talent, you ain’t gonna waste ‘this’ hall of famers time. I got what I wanted, that bitch in tears. Good night, Chicago!
R.D. Money drops the mic and blows a kiss in the Queen’s direction, who is now curled into the fetal position from being embarrassed on a level that she had never thought possible. Dennis continues to stare up the ramp as the show comes to an end.
