*Earlier Today*
Every OCW superstars, whether or not they are competing tonight, are present in the building. Fancy suits and classic faces are parading, some being stopped by journalists and fans alike.
The last one to step out of his car is Satohiko Hitta. He is stopped and interviewed by Stacy Clark.
Stacy: Waw Aisu, you look different, as we all saw in that little vignette/documentary few weeks ago.. But behind those mysterious walls of yours, what is really your intention going into a new year in OCW ?
Aisu: I want the best. The top. And I know that nobody will give me ish around here. So I'll take every limb, snap every arm I come across in that ring.
I'll be watching every matchup tonight, what happens next is yet to be decided on my part.
Stacy: So is that a challenge or just another warning ?
Aisu: Maybe a little bit of both. I want to bring submission art of Wrestling back to OCW. This is my mission. And if you don't believe me, just come and find out. I'll break any of those Riot or Turmoil superstars.
Aisu: Nobody is looking for me as the big threat this season. That is where I strike. So come and get your arms ripped off your shoulders. I will not be overlooked.
Now if you'll excuse me.
Stacy stays in place while Aisu is getting away from the shot.
Ashley Moore is on her way to the area behind the stage for her upcoming match against Empress. Right in front of the curtain she sees her opponent with her back turned towards Ashley.
Ashley Moore: Already scared to face me?
Ashley stares over at Empress waiting for one of her usual snarky remarks. But Empress just ignores Ashley as she shuffles around for a bit doing something.
Ashley Moore: Hey, nothing to say against that?
As Ashley starts to make her way closer to see what she is doing. Empress shoves something in the cleavage of her top and whips around and gives Ashley a shove pushing her away..
Empress: Fakkingunojī !!
Ashley Moore: I don’t even know what that means..whatever! You are disgusting.
Empress stands there staring at Ashley Moore with a grin on her face. As Ashley turns away from her and walks through the curtain to make her entrance. Empress pats her chest slightly and giggles.
FUTURE INVESTMENT CASE ON THE LINE
ASHLEY MOORE (FI) vs EMPRESS
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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THIS IS THE TYPE OF CONTENT I LIKE! |
After another few seconds, the One Man Wrestlution Bobby Minio storms into frame, his newly won Light Heavyweight title draped over his shoulder in the position that the Pride Championship had sat just a few months ago. Somehow still dripping in sweat while holding his free arm up against his head selling his experience opening the show, it’s clear that Minio has something to say.
Bobby Minio: You son of a bitch, you absolute f***ing CHUMP.
He gestures to something off screen, then re-iterates, pointing down in front of him, angrily. Someone appears to be on the fence about his request, which leads to Minio very dramatically punching his pointed finger down at the ground. After a second, a production assistant pushes a large box in front of Minio, where Minio lays down the Light Heavyweight title.
Bobby Minio: You wanna come out, play your little-
He bangs out the beat of Jadakiss’ The Champ is Here onto the container with his fists.
Bobby Minio: ‘THE CHAMP IS HERE’ bullshit and try to snake my moment? You’re not even the worst, Spider, you’re less than the worst. You’re a scab. The lowest form of life on this planet, and like a scab, you’re just a stop gap for things that ACTUALLY MATTER. You’re like a beach chair sitting in a parking spot, you’re PATHETIC.
Bobby Minio: I go out there, cold mind you, I don’t even get the opportunity to win back MY PRIDE...
Bobby Minio: … Championship.
Bobby Minio: … and I’m out there, dodging botchy offense after botchy offense from three rookies who are as green as a runny beer shit! Then you-
Production Assistant: Uhh, AC Cobra was in that match too…
Minio’s eyes slam shut, his face pursed up as he appears to be painfully squeezing his lids down into his cheers. He exhales, turning to the man off screen.
Bobby Minio: I’m sorry, was there a lie detected?
Production Assistant: You and Cobra graduated from the same rookie class…
For a moment, Minio’s arms drop to his side, he glances up towards the ceiling and turns to the man with a quizzical look on his face.
Bobby Minio: Wait, that was THAT AC Cobra? I thought he had a beard…
Production Assistant: He...uh. He shaved it.
Bobby Minio: Ha. Well shit me up a rope.
He leans down, slapping his thigh for a moment.
Bobby Minio: *Under his breath* AC f***ing Cobra…
Bobby Minio: Anyway, so I’m out there with three rookies, I’m in the ring the entire time, I’m throwing kicks, I’m throwing chops, I’m throwing high flying offense left and right, I gotta put on a show, after all I’m renowned for my workrate, and then I put the kibosh on the whole thing with a couple of Liberation Frequencies, IN STEREO, if you will…
Bobby Minio: ...and before I can even celebrate the tremendous calendar year I’ve had, here he comes, so wave your hands, for the world’s biggest Matsuda stan. Here to ruin another stretch of television with his nonsense!
He reaches down, grabbing the Light Heavyweight title and raising it up over his head.
Bobby Minio: Now you think you’re going to waltz back in and reclaim this? Take credit for putting this division on the map after the monumental efforts by two real kings like Mugen and Drago? You’re higher than Versus, Spider. To the back of the line with your wackness.
He begins to shake his head incredulously, almost beginning to laugh to himself, lowering the title down to look at it.
Bobby Minio: Yea, you either come to me with a match in writing, and that shit had better be notarized Spider or else I ain’t accepting it, and then I’ll consider giving you a glance in this title’s direction. Until then, enjoy your bootleg Championsh-
A realization dawns on Minio as his expression blanks just before his brow lowers. He raises the title belt up closer to his face, his eyes squinting. He begins speaking to himself again, in a low tone.
Bobby Minio: Wait… what if he… what if he switched them… no, it couldn’t be…
His doubt wins over, so to put his mind at ease, he raises the belt to his mouth, tipping his head to the side and biting down on an exposed corner of the gold to make sure it’s authentic and not a piece of Halloween candy wrapped in golden tinfoil. He snaps his head back, recoiling in pain.
Bobby Minio: Oh Christ I fink I chipped my GODDAMNED toof! ****!
He takes a moment to throw a silent fit before he composes himself, slinging the title back over his shoulder. He feels up to his chipped tooth, his mouth curling into a deep sneer, then points to the title on his shoulder, before pointing into the camera, before flipping his hand into a full bird salute. He then nods to himself, and exits stage left. The scene cuts back to the ring-side area.
The mic drops from the rafters towards Harvey who is standing poised in the center of the ring.
H2O: Not too long ago something was done on this Devil’s Night pay-per-view. Something that not very many people and superstars on this roster thought could be done.
H2O: That was to end the epic win streak of the current champion of that time and finally pinning my biggest rival, a legend, all on THIS…VERY…NIGHT!
Crowd pops.
H2O: I killed two birds with one stone...in ONE moment. That is something just a rare few superstars can do.
H2O: But for some strange reason I still don’t think many people feel or consider myself rare. There’s more that I need to accomplish.
Harvey looks down at his beloved OCW World Heavyweight Championship. He unbuckles it from around his waist and places it over his shoulder.
H2O: That is to successfully defend this with everything that I have. To raise the bar not only inside the ring but outside as well.
H2O: To carry this with honor and dignity the way Drago Cesar, Paul Pugh, Nate Ortiz and even Doc Green...HAS!
Crowd pops at each of the names Harvey has mentioned.
H2O: Before the show continues I have to say one more thing….KD….
A mixed reaction from The OCW Universe is heard. Harvey raises a brow.
H2O: Dear friend I wanted to apologize to you for what I’ve done. There was no way else to stop your relentlessness of coming after my most prized possession.
H2O: Most people say I crossed a line that I can never cross back over. But…most people don’t consider me a rare commodity either so who cares about what they think.
H2O: So KD I come to you in peace. When I see you again will you be my brother when I reach my hand out for you to shake?
H2O: We can be the remaining members of Inception and sweep pay-per-views like we once did.
Harvey pauses for a moment as he once again receive a mixed reaction.
H2O: Or will you choose to try to bury me in your garden in an Extreme Rules Match to determine each others fate?
Crowd: EXTREME RULES! EXTREME RULES! EXTREME RULES!
H2O: The choice is yours, brother.
”Warrior Inside” by Leader hits. The mic begins to recoil back up into the rafters. The sound of a record scratching comes over the PA System amd someone else's music hits!
Heather and Harvey are staring at each other. You can see Harvey saying something to Heather with a smile on his face.
He looked her up and down as Heather remains unmoved. She snaps her fingers and points down to the mat.
Harvey looks up and his mic descends back down again. Harvey wipes the corners of his mouth as if something was there and continues to smile as he’s reminded of Heather’s assertiveness.
Heather snatches the mic and pulls it to her mouth.
Heather: You’re not the only one that did something rare on this very pay-per-view.
Heather looks away from Harvey and looks dead into the camera.
Heather: Hey, Valkyrie. Valkyrie!!! Where are you?!
Heather looks around for her arch rival but found nothing in sight.
Heather: Coño man! I don’t need some stupid future investment case to get what I want!
Heather: The only thing I’m interested in is carrying this soft ass women’s division I’ve been seeing lately and that OCW World Heavyweight Title you carrying around.
The audience is actually cheering on this refreshness of Heather Angelo.
Heather: That Kasstianity article is bogus. The person who wrote it is bogus and The OCW Women’s Champion is bogus.
Heather: You wanted to be kidnapped. You wanted to be with Empress. You wanted to be with Kassidy.
Heather: I’m going to expose your sorry Viva La Fairy Tale ass once and for all.
Heather tosses the mic away and it swings back and forth between her and The OCW World Heavyweight Champion.
“Devil Inside” by Like A Storm hits as Heather looks Harvey up and down with a smug look on her face. She backs up towards the ropes and backs out between them as lands on her feet ringside.
She walks up the ramp leaving H2O with an impressed expression on his face.
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