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There are many places a OCW camera can pan, but there is only one place where it can pan to view Pure Betterness. That place is one half of the Overness Meets Greatness Official Locker room. This is no ordinary locker room, it's actually a small conference room, complete with a men's and ladies room, a tiny office, luxury furniture and electronics.
Since Odessa Ebony has taken over OMG's accounting and business affairs she has cut down on expenses nearly in half. Normally there isn't this much space, but The Best Anger Friends and their Entourage are occupying an adjacent, larger locker room accessed by a small door.
The OMGenius herself is sitting at a desk in the small office area near the rear of the room. She's already fully showered and rested after her Bombshell match earlier in the evening. Roofus Ruckusington The THOID is looking for his container of pickle juice, but can't seem to find it, and is now shouting at the top of his lungs.
Roofus: Roothus thirsty!
Dupree: Shut your face, I'm trying to concentrate..
A white leather couch in the center of the room is now experiencing the comfort of betterness. Tiberius Octavius Dupree, The Leader of The New Cool, The Mustard King of Betterness, The Ultimate Submissionist and Former OCW Champion is attempting to play Call of Duty: Black Ops II on a large HD television.
Dupree: Damn it some scumbag keeps running up and stabbing me!
Odessa: Shouldn't you be focused on re-claiming the OCW Championship, or maybe eradicating that usurper Guy Fausto, or better yet emancipating OUR HERO from the clutches of injustice?
Odessa's interruption costs Tibby another life and he slams his controller on the floor.
Dupree: Seriously? You don't think I got something planned? I'm freakin' Sensation incarnate. I have a new fire, a new betterness to my betterness. In the coming weeks I won't have time to shoot people in the face on some video game.
Dupree: As you stupid Americans like to say "The Calm Before The Storm" or some cliche' crap like that.
Odessa obviously offended rises from her desk.
Odessa: I AM NOT STUPID! Don't you ever compare me to these inane pieces of human flesh you see filling the streets of this hideous city.
Odessa: What's stupid is what happened to me earlier tonight. I get placed in a match with some drugged up rave slut and a roller skating hermaphadyte like I'm some random interacting with a traveling circus. Yet the more intelligent, and more physically gifted competitor loses because some STUPID American referee couldn't count to three properly.
She starts waving her finger like a ratchet hood rat.
Odessa: Don't you dare delegate to me about stupid!
Odessa: Let's talk about your mentally disabled sloth over there Roofus. He's been searching for that disgusting pickle juice for the last half hour, and we both know exactly who drank it.
Dupree: Are you finished, I was talking about my Sensational Betterness.
Odessa finished with her rant, takes a seat and finishes his paper work.
Dupree: While I sit here and shoot STUPID Americans let these few thoughts run through your insanely large brain... I will be the son MY HERO never had, I will set him free, the usurper will fall, and I will become OCW Champion again, End Game!
The camera fades as Roofus finally finds his bottle of pickle juice, but the whole container is empty as he tries to drain the a last drop.
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I wonder who drank the pickle juice??? |
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I have an idea!!! |
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Match
Chris Mania vs Mugen
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Tobin Frost walks through the backstage area soullessly after his match with Jacob Trance. The straps of his orange and black singlet sit at his waist as sweat continues to drop from his body. Usually Tobin walks with a purpose, be it to go to the locker room or to the trainer’s table, but in this moment he walks with no purpose. He doesn’t know where he’s going but walking beats the hell out of sitting. Tobin makes his way around the backstage area reflecting on the past few weeks of competition. Images runs through his mind of hit Frost Bite on Chris Mania and Jacob Trance, only to see those men kick out. Those thoughts cut to the moments were the referee’s hand hits the mat for three as he lay on the mat in defeat.
Tobin continues to walk but his face winces in pain at the thoughts. He wants to yell out in frustration but nothing comes out. It’s as if he has nothing to let out. For the first time in the life of the guy who refers to himself as, “The Hardest working man in OCW”, he feels defeated. It is as if the weight of his OCW career has come crashing down on him in these moments as he walks through the hall way. As he walks he passes by OCW staff members who look at him but know better than to approach T-Plex, because of the look in his eyes and his body language.
As the former TV champion walks he sees a warning sign for the arena boiler room. Feeling the need to have a place away from human contact Tobin decides to enter the room. The room itself is very dimly lighted. With the glow just strong enough to make out the water heater and all of the various pipes and faucets that make up the room. The room is very well kept by whatever standards are used to describe a boiler room’s cleanliness.
Tobin notices a staircase that leads to a lower level of the room. He makes his way down there because he knows that no one will be able to hear him passing through the halls. The lower level doesn’t look as well kept as the upper level with spider webs easy to see all around. There are also tools lying around and water stains on the ground. It feels like a dump, which it perfect to match the current mood of Tobin Frost.
Tobin: Ahh!!!
Tobin continues to yell, scream, and even curse letting out the wealth of frustration that had built up inside. His throat hurts a little from yelling so much but he feels better that he did before. Tobin puts his arms out, palms facing upward, and looks to the heavens.
Tobin: WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?
Tobin just looks up expecting an answer that he knows he isn’t going to receive. But doing this beats accepting the reality that he’s just not cutting it at the moment. Those thoughts of short cuts continue to creep in to his mind. He keeps telling himself that it is not the way to go. He has a code that he lives by. Tobin just closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Even Dexter Morgan has broken his code… The scene fades as Tobin continues to stand in the dimly lit room deep in thought.
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Don't do it Tobin! Doin't compromise your beliefs! |
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Don't listen to Scaggs..it's survival of the fittest! |
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Main Event
The A-Team vs Pugh & Dimsmore
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No messing around there...strictly business! |
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You expected anything different?
See you next week guys! |
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