We see the all familiar Justin Raze setting in the locker room, setting his ring attire out and getting ready for his championship match. Raze paces the room back and forth, a look of strong concentration spreading across his face the more he paces.
The door to the locker room is gently pushed open and we see Stacey Clark enter with her microphone and the camera man following closely by her side. Raze almost pays them no attention as he continues to prepare mentally for his match, still pacing up and down the locker room.
Clark: Raze, can we have a word?
Raze continues to stare off in the distance and pace, acting still if he is the only one in the room or choosing to possibly just ignore the question.
Clark: Raze....?
Still, no acknowledgement from Justin leaves Stacey unsure and uncomfortable and unsure what to do. She begins to make her way to the locker room door when she hears Raze's voice from behind her.
Raze: So, what do you want? Not to be rude, but I kind of got a REALLY important match tonight so I don't have a lot of time for interviews.
Stacey quickly turns around and quickly shifts into interviewer mode.
Clark: So what do you have to say about your match tonight?
Raze: Well, I'm glad I have the opportunity tonight Stacey, this is a real honor to be able to fight for the Hardcore Championship.
Clark: Did you see this match coming?
Raze: No I didn't to be honest. It was a real big surprise and to be honest I'm glad I have this match. I want to show that I am capable of being a champion and being able to represent OCW to the fullest.
Raze: I really feel like I have worked hard to earn this match and so I'm going to go out there and perform to the best of my ability to give everyone a match worth watching. I want to give back to those that gave me this opportunity by performing and giving them one hell of a match.
Clark: So what's your strategy for tonight?
Raze: No strategy for tonight. I'm just going to go out there and leave everything in the ring....except for the belt, that's coming with me.
Raze: That's all Stacey, I gotta go, I have to focus now.
With that, Raze makes his way out of the locker room and to the arena for the Hardcore Championship Match.
The Camera pans to OCWFED Commentators Charles Scaggs and "Big" Al Poling.
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Looks like the kid is ready. |
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But is he really ready? |
The Xtron Flickers on!
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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Oh boy! |
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Looks like McGee is keeping things light. |
THE FOLLOWING WAS PREVIOUSLY RECORDED!
Date: Saturday, July 27th
Time: 10:33 am
Location: Mourning Wood Correctional Facility
Dupree and Odessa have just been escorted to the Warden's quarters after passing all nessecary security measures. They are greeted by Warden Macon Magnaberry, a huge sloppy looking man with a soft voice that could rival Paul Pugh's.
Dupree: Salutations, I'm Dr. Will Piperbush, New York State Health Inspector, and this is my delightful assistant Sara Dipiddy.
They all exchange handshakes, afterwards Tibby snaps his fingers and Odessa pulls a sanitary wipe from her purse for him to clean his hands. The warden gives him an uneasy scowl.
Warden Magnaberry: Doctor? They require doctrines to check for leaky pipes nowadays?
Dupree: No my dear sir, I was once a gynecologist. A very nasty business, didn't have the stomach for it. So I put my talent for inspecting the unexpected, to better use, if you catch my drift.
Dupree: I'm very thorough with my inspections Mr. Magnaberry, therefore I'm a very busy man. So I would like to get this inspection underway if that's okay with you.
Warden Magnaberry: One more question, aren't state offices closed on Saturday?
Before Tibby can reply, Odessa cuts him off.
Odessa: The State doesn't take a day off sir! Not when it comes to the health and welfare of it's people. Even those incarcerated for their crimes are still under the protection of New York State Law.
She lowers her glasses, and looks directly into the Warden's eyes.
Odessa: You wouldn't like my supervisor here to inact Section 12, Article 113B, Paragraph 8 of New York State Penal Policy for not cooperating with ranking government offical, would you? You could find yourself in one of these very cells you currently govern over.
The Warden is taken back, Tibby on the other hand is very impressed and cracks his classic half smile.
Warden Magnaberry: Sorry, I'll definitely cooperate, let's begin shall we...
The three walk out the door escorted by two correctional officers as we fade.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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I think they actually did it, I think they actually pulled it off! |
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No |
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Lets kick things off with Justin Raze's second shot at the OCW Hardcore title - he's up against Omar Gibbs who is pulling double duty tonight... |
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I hate vampires Scaggs... and I hate Justin Raze. |
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Justin has been impressive in his ambition recently, but does he have what it takes to beat Gibbs? |
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No. |
OCW HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
Justin Raze vs. Omar Gibbs(C)
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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My god the power. He will be feeling that for weeks! |
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The mush! |
The Camera pans to the announce team!
The scene opene to a dark room, dimly lit by the embers of a cigar smouldering away in an ashtray on the side of a washroom sink, above the sink is a mirrior, and OCW World Heavyweight champion Parker Stevens is stood infront of the sink, hands clasping either side of the bowl, his beared,scarred face and tattooed torso menacingly lit in the dim light, staring deep into his reflection in the mirrior.
The room is deadly silent, as Parker just stares at his reflection in the mirror, as the dim lights flickers in an out casting a sinister shadow over his face.
He reaches down and rummages around for a few seconds, then he lifts up his OCW title belt and drapes it over his left shoulder, he then stands up straight and pats the belt twice with his right hand.
Parker: If it's your time to go, then it's your time to go.
He removes the cigar from the ashtray, holds it up to his mouth and takes a deep drag on his favourite cigar, the Montecristo no.4.
Closing his eyes as he holds the smoke in his mouth for a few seconds, enjoying the moment for one of the little pleasures in his life, and then exhales with a deep sigh.
Parker: But if you do decide to leave me tonight...then I'm going down swinging.
He places the cigar back on the corner of the ashtray, and once again reaches down to the floor, retrieving his 'Jurassic Parker' t-shirt, he places the title belt on the sink as he preceeds to put his t-shirt on, he then pulls a roll of tapoe out of his pocket and starts to tape his hands.
He stares deep into the mirror, then adjusts his gaze down to his title belt, and then back up to the mirror again.
Parker: To survive war....You have to BECOME war.
The scene fades as Parker continues to tape his wrists, stood in the dimly lit, smoke filled room.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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Like the last gunfighter, Our Champion is ready for whatever my come his way. |
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THIS IS THE END! YES! |