OCWFED: HARD TARGET 2023 "LOCKED IN "
OCWFED: HARD TARGET 2023 CARD
NEW ORLEANS , LOUISIANA!
The Camera pans to ramp as an old nostalgic tune hits and the duo of Scaggs and Poling head down to the ring!! The packed crowd roars in excitement and begins to chant "OCW" OCW" "OCW"
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Ladies and Gentleman, THIS IS HARD TARGET 2023! |
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LOCKED AND LOADED, HOOOT! |
OCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
DNS vs. FUTURE IDIOTS
We pan backstage to a dimly lit room in the arena. The walls are decorated with ominous wood print pictures depicting demons and mythical creatures. The floor has a black mat with a dragon at the center.
The camera then shifts to display the room's occupants. Drago Cesar, Empress and Tiberius Dupree.
Dupree: (rubbing his temples) Why are we even here again?
Drago: We are receiving mysterious invitations to be in this specific rooms at HARD Target.
EMP: I thought this was going to be another one of your stupid Team Building exercises.
Before Drago has a chance to respond a puff of smoke explodes in front of them. Unfortunately there is less smoke than its user likely anticipated and we see a figure clearly open the door run in and stand at the center of the cloud.
As the smoke clears it reveals none other than The Spider, Ryu Matsumoto in a black gi with cutoff sleeves.
RYU: WHY HELLO! I didn’t notice you there!
Dupree: Oh god, the only thing worse than a stupid Team Building Exercise… Spider.
RYU: Wow, Rude.
Drago: Why are you inviting us here today?
RYU: WELL, because I feel like we’ve bonded so well last month I decided to invite you to the Secret Society I belong to.
RYU: The Black Dragon Fighting Society! With famous Members such as Grandmaster Count Dante Master of Dan-Te Karate, Grandmaster Ashida Kim master of Ninjitsu, and Grandmaster Ryu Matsumoto master of TTT Jiujitsu!
Dupree: Hmm….
Drago scratches his head.
Drago: Hate to say this, but those guys were scam artist. They not real martial artist, they just say they are so they can get money from people who not know better. I mean, these guy think they can turn invisible. Who believe this stuff?
An incensed Spider gets in Drago’s face.
RYU: How DARE YOU. Those LEGENDS have taught me all I know! I could snap your neck with a mere thought! Instead….I’ll send one of my champions to do it instead.
Spider claps his hands twice.
RYU: ROLO! GET EM!
A giant rotund gentleman steps up and goes nose to nose with Drago.
EMP: Oh look, another Dupree! I didn’t know your brother was a fat slob too.
Dupree: Do you ever PHREAKING STOP? Kneesus Christ.
Rolo takes a step back, and with a cry that sounds like a cat dipping its paw into water for the first time, he starts swinging his arms around. Strangely, he seems to be making an effort NOT to make contact with Drago.
RYU: GET EM! PUT HIM IN A BODY BAG!!!!
Rolo begins doing something that our viewers at home can’t see behind the pixelated censorship. Empress, Drago and Dupree look horrified.
Drago: What he doing?!
RYU: The ancient Japanese technique of draining Chi from the famous Scroll “The Amorous Adventures of Ashida Kim”, then watching them as they explode into a million pieces! The deadliest art imaginable!
Rolo spouts some gibberish before running towards Drago while still swinging his arms. The COO turns him inside out with a lariat, leaving Rolo a crumpled, folded up mess on the mat. EMP walks up to Rolo and starts stomping on him while laughing maniacally. Drago effortlessly lifts EMP up by her shoulders.
Drago: That’s enough. Fight is over! You have match later!
EMP: I'LL KILL HER TOO!
EMP flails around like a rabid dog while Spider frantically tries to resuscitate his fallen champion. Dupree, engulfed in mediocrity, immediately falls asleep while standing up as we fade to black.
Back stage we see Anthony Martin pacing in his locker room. He stops when he notices the camera man walk in. He shakes his head before continuing with his pacing. Shaking his arms loose and rolls his neck side to side.
AMart: What’s left to say at this point? I feel like I’ve talked it to death at this point. How I turned on you? How easy it was? How you were so DESPERATE for a friend that you threw all caution out the window and just blindly trusted a stranger.
AMart stops pacing and finally directs his attention to the camera.
AMart: Parca… you sad, pathetic shell of a man. I keep hearing about the tales of El Parca. How he was so revered. How dangerous he was. How talented he was. But my favorite story tho, was how you stabbed everyone you ever knew in the back. So what happened to you was fitting, Profesor say? YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW.
AMart reaches back and grabs his tape from his bag, adding one more layer to his wrists.
AMart: All that being said, the pressures on Parca. There’s nothing left for you. When you lose tonight, it will just prove what everyone’s been saying. You don’t belong here anymore. You have nothing left. Do what you should have done after I took you out the first time…STAY AWAY.
AMart:Time for you to head home and take care of your love before she sees the writing on the wall and plunges the next knife into your back.
AMart walks off as he starts to tape his wrist while directing the cameraman to leave.