The scene opens on the backstage area, right behind the entrance ramp. The staff scrambles to keep the show rolling along, on schedule and action packed.
The camera pans to the curtain as the One Man Revolution, fresh off of a disappointing defeat, as he stumbles through and falls to his knees, gasping for breath and wiping his face with his t-shirt.
The referee steps through the curtain immediately behind him, moving to check something with the production staff when Minio reaches up and grabs the ref’s forearm forcefully.
Bobby Minio: My colors.
Referee: Excuse me?
Bobby Minio: My flag! Where is it?
Referee: Uhh, should I call the doc over for IMPACT testing…?
Minio lets go of the refs arm, overhand whipping his t-shirt onto the ground in frustration as he stands up to face the referee, wobbling on his feet.
Bobby Minio: My goddamned bandana! Where is it? Orange, white with a bit of black? You know the friggin thing I wear when I walk into the ring, you’ve watched me do it five or so times in the last few weeks… c’mon!
Referee: Oh. OH! Uhh, did you throw it into the crowd?
Minio straights his body out, his brow furrowing as he stares a hole through the referee.
Bobby Minio: Have you EVER seen me throw something into the goddamned crowd?
Referee: Look, Bobby. All I grabbed was the t-shirt and the sunglasses. I have no idea where your bandana is… now if you’ll excuse me I have a job to do.
The referee turns away from Minio, walking to the production table to speak about the upcoming matches.
Bobby Minio: You could have done your damn job by counting to THREE in a reasonable amount of time! You slow counting, third count hand hovering piece of… piece of garbage!
He wavers on his feet again, reaching out to a wall to brace himself and gain his balance. Once stable, he shouts across the room at the referee.
Bobby Minio: That was a travesty out there! The marks will be raising hell about that slow count for weeks online! I suggest you start updating that resume, unless you’re looking forward to refereeing pee-wee soccer you HACK!
The referee continues to no-sell Minio’s offense, as Minio finally runs out of gas. His shoulders drop forward as he sighs, before scooping his entrance gear back up from the floor.
He looks to the ref once more, shaking his head in disappointment before he stumbles off towards the locker rooms, the scene fading into the next segment.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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Oh man! |
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He got no looked! |
COBRA KAI 17 vs MALU
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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What a battle! |
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Yessir! |
Somewhere In NY….
After a long and hellacious day at OCW, I needed to get away from that arena as quickly as I could.
H2O: Driver do me a favor? Just keep driving until I say so.
Driver: Sure thing, Champ.
After everything that has happened today only one thing sticks to my mind…
Got dammit that last Liberation Frequency put a strain on my neck. This is the one time I wish Heather was here to rub it out (Smirks).
But with her and that haircut it wouldn’t do neither one of us good.
H2O: Turn here driver.
I should be out there celebrating but I’m not that kind of champion. There’s always someone out there looking to take The Good Light away from me. Have to stay on point!
As I cruise thru Midtown tunnel enjoying the somewhat quiet ambiance.
Baker: Dude...are you thinking too loud? Or am I hearing voices. (Snores).
(Chuckles) He had way too much tonight. But it’s ok. We’ve all been working hard. I’m glad to hear his snoring.
Staring off at lights in these tunnels slowly puts me in a trance. I have a terrifying feeling of a loss even after winning tonight.
A loss of an old friend who’s not with us in this limo. Even worse, he may not even be in OCW any longer. The look of Dimsmore’s face after falling to Our Hero was frightening to me.
I hate myself for not being in OCW with him sooner. I’m also not going to sit here and spew out some “shoulda” “woulda” “coulda’s” cause tonight when we came out together spoke volume.
OCW, we gave you just a glimpse of that chemistry only a rare few can contest.
Growing up as a kid I looked up to Tiberius believe it or not. I didn’t realize how annoying he was until I met seen him in person.
We were just oil and water. Pun intended.
But I have a piece of him that’s more important than just a strand of hair. Something that is just as important as his Hall of Fame plaque hanging in OCW’s Hall of Fame Wing.
I have his legacy strapped around my waist.
I have memories of Dimsmore being by side up to this day.
BOTH are staying with me until I die!
I was told to come home. I was told to be with my friends. I was told to be free.
That’s what the hell I’ll do. For Dimsmore…for Dupree...most importantly...for me….
The movement of the street slowly dims out as H2O falls asleep. Scene fades….
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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COWARD! |
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What is wrong with you? |
NATE ORTIZ vs ??????????