The Reigning, Defending Prime Champion and One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, stands victoriously in the ring, his music still playing over the PA system. The relief on Minio’s face, the excitement at winning his first and probably biggest Lution match in his career with OCW quickly fades.
His expression twists, his brow lowers over his eyes and he turns towards the camera making the “cut it” gesture. His music abruptly ends and he turns to ringside, his palm open at one of the production staff nearby who quickly jogs over and hands Minio a microphone.
The crowd begins to surge as Minio limps through the ring, his Pride Championship now draped over his shoulder as he raises the microphone to his mouth.
Bobby Minio: I am so happy that I could take this time… to entertain you all… right here on the biggest wrestling event of the year…
As he speaks, the audience can hear him working to catch his breath and see as his legs battle through each second to keep him upright rather than turning to jelly and failing him right in the the middle of the ring.
Bobby Minio: I almost didn’t make it… to this spot… on this card. “They” had other plans for me… and honestly… I wasn’t even upset.
He gulps a clear breath of air down into his lungs, his voice now stronger.
Bobby Minio: Here I thought Sensation was finally ready to give me my due, and position me as the ACE of WRESTLELUTION…
There is a pregnant pause, but he continues.
Bobby Minio: PRIME.
Bobby Minio: … and then I saw that poster.
He gestures to ringside again, pointing at something, which the member of the production staff understands and retrieves. He brings Minio his entrance gear, leaving it in a pile on the apron.
Minio glances upwards, his eyes exaggeratedly squinting into the sun before he reaches down and retrieves his Wayfarers, sliding them onto his face. He then reaches into his vest, producing the crumpled poster we had seen him take down from the wall at Prime.
Bobby Minio: This poster. I know you are familiar…
Minio holds it up for the camera as he stands back up.
Bobby Minio: Notice something about this poster? Yeah, that’s right, I’m not on it. The reigning Prime Champion, one of the longest reigning champs lifting a finger this entire weekend, one of the hottest stars heading into this weekend with wins over NOT ONE, BUT TWO of the people on this goddamned poster in the last week! WHERE AM I SENSATION?
He begins shaking his head, forcing a laugh out as his eyes nearly roll from his skull.
Bobby Minio: It’s all so clear to me now. This… getting bumped from Prime to open the true Lution show today… this was Sensation attempting to placate me into shutting up, because he knew. He knew that this transgression will NOT stand.
Bobby Minio:
I wouldn’t let it. Demote me to the Prime show, sure, I’m a once in a lifetime talent, Sensation, I’ll make the most out of sitting at the head of the kid’s table… but to leave me off of the poster… off of the official merch…
Minio shakes his head again, his eyes locking down right as his face twists with disgust.
Bobby Minio: I was told that the bullsh** hoops to jump through had ended when I beat the glitter off of Dupree’s panties. OBVIOUSLY NOT.
Bobby Minio:
Because this is what happens just a few months later… Now I hate to pull the curtain back on you all, to violate the good laws of kayfabe here on Lution… but this is further punishment against me FINANCIALLY.
Bobby Minio: Understand, I am indebted to this company. No, hear me… I am IN DEBT to this company, literally in debt. I’m not using literally in the “Twitter” sense either, I’m not Austin Lee, I’m an adult and I use adult words, I am literally in dept to the OCW and this payday, this could have squared me away, this could have put me positive. ...but I ain’t on the poster and the merch.
He begins limping around the ring again, carrying on.
Bobby Minio: When I inquired, I was told it was just a mistake, that they had forgotten me on the shortlist for the poster… that just didn’t sit well with me.
Bobby Minio: I thought back to a few weeks back, to reaching out to the lighting crew and providing them with the ideas I had for my Lution entrance, my big, spectacular Lution entrance, and you know what they told me?
Bobby Minio:
They told me: “What lighting Bobby? You’re wrestling in the daylight.” … Yeah. Because Sensation and his cabal of dusty ass ol’ boys wanted to make sure I dropped this Pride Championship once and for all, even if it meant giving me goddamned HEATSTROKE to do so!
Bobby Minio: These are just the tricks they pull when a star begins to find their way, to find their footing, without Sensation’s big sweaty paws being all over it. They “forget” one of their top champions on the signage.
Bobby Minio:
They book you into less than ideal scenarios, hell, I’m lucky Sensation didn’t stick me in a multi-man match here, his go to trick for stripping an unchosen of a title around this sh**show! That’s right, Sensation, I’m opening up your playbook and letting the fans decide!
Minio then balls up the poster, spiking it onto the mat as he fires back up into the mic.
Bobby Minio: I WILL NOT BE PLACATED. I will be recognized for my accomplishments! I will be acknowledged for my success, and I will be seen as the face of this company ONCE AND FOR ALL.
Bobby Minio: Your vets take their part time schedule and their full time payoffs and they laugh at you. Your other “Chosen One” made a mockery of your wellness policy and pissed hot all over the reputation of this company.
Bobby Minio:
Harvey washed up. Kassidy turned pale as a ghost and ran off to go be an extra in a Panic at the Disco video. Your CCW champion is somehow facing a surprise opponent at goddamned WRESTLELUTION. The only thing you have going that is bigger than myself is Doc Green and I’m sure you’re already coming up with a list of creative ways to F*** that up too!
He pauses, standing on one leg as he stares furiously into the hard camera which zooms in on his face.
Bobby Minio: Sensation, years ago you made the mistake of letting me into the elevator up above the glass ceiling. I, being the realest thing to ever wander into this place, took that elevator back down my goddamned self and I scaled the walls and shattered through that glass ceiling and you know what I found?
Bobby Minio:
A safety net above that glass ceiling, designed to stretch and fling all of those back who weren’t welcomed onto your rookie hotshotting elevator ride.
Bobby Minio:This microphone?
Minio holds the mic up in his left hand, before bringing it back to his mouth to continue.
Bobby Minio: This is a set of sheers that will cut through that net, and I’m coming to the top Sensation, and I’m coming for everything that you protect, for that list of elites that you cherish and worship, so you pull up an extra chair Sensation, because there is nothing you or any of your select few that you actually promote and appreciate… can do to stop me. Not anymore.
He holds the microphone up with his left hand and with his right, he pantomimes lighting a fuse on the mic.
Bobby Minio: Fire in the hole… MIC DROP!
With that, Minio throws the microphone over his shoulder, the loud thud of the mic hitting the mat over the PA causing a few members in the front row to reach as if something had blown up for a split second.
Minio then gathers his things and shouts into the air “NOW PLAY MY F***ING MUSIC!”, rolling out of the ring as Nobody Speak begins to blare over the PA again. The camera then watches as he limps slowly up the ramp, the mixed roar of the audience responding accordingly as he goes.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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What brutality!
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And now we have Mr.Future Investment! |
The camera spins out crazily taking us backstage to a fired up Rust Cohle, bouncing up and down, shaking his hands in a massive blue jacket with a big old smile on his face. His hair bounces with him, as it hasn’t been braided back yet.
He’s smiling and giggling to himself.
Rust: Get excited, friend!
The camera then pulls down to the man attracting the gaze of Rust Cohle… A very focused looking Quartz sitting with his head down, looking at the floor.
Rust: The chance to be immortalized in OCW history… A chance to become the first ever undisputed…
As the words leave Rust Cohle’s lips, the camera once again whips around in circles aggressively, landing on the face of Jay Fury, who is leaning against a wall with his bandana fastened around his neck.
Fury: ...tag team champions. Something Scum deserves more than anyone else.
He looks over at Mistico and furrows his brow.
Mistico: I didn’t think one year ago, that I’d get another opportunity like this.
Mistico: Time to show those suits that the disrespect I suffered last year will not hold me down…
Again, the camera whips around, back in CQC’s locker room.
Quartz: ...the same way we’ve held down those around us. I could not be more grateful of getting this opportunity to right the wrongs of the past.
Rust continues to bounce around, stretching and getting out excess energy before the match.
Rust: CQC only fights the best. Scumistico, whether we like it or not… Well, they’re the best this company has to offer right now…
WHOOSH
Fury: ...and we’re going to make this Scum-lution right now.. Then later Wrex is going to force that idiot Lee to be carried out of here in a body bag.
Mistico stands to his feet and grabs his half of the tag team championships.
Mistico: We can’t lose this. We’ve both beaten Quartz easily. Rust wouldn’t have made it through the door if I was at full strength. They don’t have a…
WHOOSH
Quartz: ...chance at real greatness, here Rust.
Quartz: You and me. CQC. Quartz and Rust Cohle.
Quartz: At the place that we started this ride. The same place that…
WHOOSH
Mistico: ...Mistico becomes a legend. Where Scumciety…
WHOOSH
Rust: ...hits a wall they can’t use their scum tactics to break through.
The camera continues to flip back and forth between the four men quickly.
Quartz: We have to win this. We..
Furst: ...have to walk out as the one and only…
Rust: ...tag…
Mistico: ...team…
All 4 men join together in a split screen.
All 4: Champions!
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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WOW!
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That was unexpected! |
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