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There is a lot of shouting going on backstage.
Voice: “Did that SERIOUSLY JUST HAPPEN?
The camera pans into the Cerberus locker room where Leonheart is going mental.
Cody Storm: “It looks like they got one over on you.”
Leonheart glares at Cody!
Leonheart: “No one gets one over on me. Never!!!”
A huge amount of laughing can be heard. Leonheart and Cody look towards the door to see BUFFNESS.
BUFFNESS: “That shit was hilarious?”
Leonheart takes his shoe off and starts slamming it against the bench.
BUFFNESS: “It’s your own fault Leon. I told you to hand over that belt to me but you didn’t and look what happened. You just showed the world that your win against Omar Gibbs was a fluke.”
Leon continues to slam his shoe.
BUFFNESS: “in case you didn’t hear me I said your win was a fluke Leo...”
Leonheart launches his shoe passed BUFFNESS hitting the door.
Leonheart: “You can make all the jokes you want, so go ahead laugh it up but let me tell you this. When you lost to that piece of trash called Jacob Trance I didn’t laugh. I was gutted for you. Then you came at me and Cody with this attitude and tell us how we need to stay in line. What changed Sean?”
BUFFNESS: “What changed? You guys did! I have been the same guy I have always been. You two are the ones that changed, you tried to be nice guys and now look at you, you’re laughing jokes and it’s STARTING TO MAKE ME LOOK BAD!!!”
Cody snaps his head towards Leon...
Cody Storm: “Did he..... Leon... Did he just say we're starting to make him look bad?”
Cody doesn't even wait for Leon to respond.
Cody Storm: "No, I must be hearing things, it's impossible to make someone who goes around calling themselves 'BUFFNESS' look much worse than they already do."
Cody looks back at Sean and gets in his face some.
Cody Storm: "You know what Sean? I've been trying really damn hard to calm things down between the two of you, to get us, all three of us, back on the same page. And you're making it borderline impossible! How am I supposed to hold this man back when I want to slap you myself?!"
As if on cue Leon fires back at Sean.
Leonheart: “We make you look bad?!
BUFFNESS: “Yeah, you do! You just got beat up by a guy that’s not even half my size.”
Leonheart: “Oh Screw this...”
Leonheart picks up his bag and starts to pack.
Cody Storm: “Leon what are you doing?”
Leon continues to pack.
Cody Storm: “Come on Leon, we're supposed to be heading out to the ring in a little while here, talking crap and all that jazz.”
Leonheart: “You don’t need me out there. If I came out there with you tonight Cody, I would end up going too far and you wouldn’t want that would you?”
Cody Storm: "That's actually exactly what I want!!!"
Leonheart picks up his bag and looks at BUFFNESS.
Leonheart: “I guess we will see who the jokes are come Summercide, won’t we Sean?
BUFFNESS: “It’s…
Before BUFFESS can say anything.
Leonheart: “I DON’T GIVE A DAMN!”
Leon walks out slamming the door on his way out.
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Riot returns from commercial and the viewing audience is greeted by Cody Storm standing in the ring, sans Leonheart, with a mic in his hand.
Cody Storm: "And just how is this lovely Charlotte crowd doing tonight?"
The crowd rains boos down on The Son of God, he does not seem pleased. Amazing, because he really shouldn't expect anything different.
Cody Storm: "I know you all are absolutely destroying your education system over here, but are you already so deft and dumb that you would boo The Son of God?!"
Cody turns his head to the right looking at the crowd directly behind Scaggs and Poling, his hairs hanging in front of his right eye and his visible eye narrows with anger.
Cody Storm: "How about I boo you!"
Cody snaps his head back around to face the front camera while snapping his thumb and forefinger together. Instantly the boos are drowned up by an uproar of thunder filling the arena. The crowd is dead silent when the din dies down.
Cody Storm: "That's better, like, a whole lot better! Now, I figured the best way to combat a team of miscreants like the doo-rag wearing, title defacing, A-Team is to come at them like they're used to. You know, get on their level so they can better understand."
Cody places his right hand about knee high level showing an approximation of where the A-Team is in this world.
Cody Storm: "So I'm going to do what we like to do in the hood, oh yes the hood of Bluffton, South Carolina is a nasty one indeed! I'm going to come out here and egg the A-Team on to accept our challenge for Summercide. Sadly, I don't have any, um.... how do you say it? 'Hoes' to help me out here and back me up, I'll just have to make due on my own."
Cody Storm: "You have two choices, you take the match. You face your punishment like men. Or you do this the hard way. You deny us the match, and you live the rest of your life watching over your shoulder every step of the way. Knowing that at any moment, any moment I damn well please, you may find yourselves miraculously the victims of getting hit by lightning. The entirety of your GhettOCW may be the unlucky one in five hundred thousand."
Cody Storm: "But you rest assured A-Team, there's a reason the arena is going to be out of doors this Sunday. It's so that after we take your championships by force or by victory, as pretty as they are!, we can waste no time in burying you. And you won't even have to worry about it, we'll bury you still unconcious, you'll be dead before you wake up. No more pain, just sweet revenge!"
As if on cue The A-Team's theme music hits and out comes Omar Gibbs and he has an OCW referee in tow who's holding a microphone and stumbles and fumbles over his words while addressing Storm.
Referee Curl Dedner: "Mr..... Mr. Storm sir.... I have been ordered to by OCW officials to follow Mr. Gibbs here down to this ring and start an OCW sanctioned match between the two of you right here and now."
Omar and the referee start making their way to the ring as Cody, dressed in his T-Shirt and jeans starts throwing a fit.
Cody Storm: "You have got to be FU**$#! ME! I DON'T EVEN HAVE A CONTRACT, I'M NOT READY TO WRESTLE. I CAN'T WRESTLE, WHAT MAKES..... THIS IS BULL#@#$!"
The referee climbs the stars to the ring as Gibbs slides in and backs Cody into a half of the ring and the bell sounds.
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We pan backstage to OMG locker room, Dupree is prepping for his match against The Young Knockout Kid and #1 Contender Mugen. Odessa Ebony and Roofus Ruckusington The THOID enter the locker room. The tandem hasn't been seen since last week, Tibby is furious, as they were supposed to report in days ago.
Dupree: Where the hell have you two been? I haven't gotten a update on Operation: Break A Ho' since last week.
Both Roofus and Odessa stare at each other, knowing he won't like what they have to say.
Dupree: Did you leave your voices in LA? ANSWER ME DAMNIT!
Finally Odessa steps directly up to Tibby.
Odessa: You must think I'm stupid? You must think I lack the common sense to realize I'm working for a delusional sociopath hell bent on getting himself either brutally maimed or incarcerated.
Dupree: Did you just disrespect my betterness, did you just...
Odessa: Just shut up for one second Tiberius....please.
Tibby is taken back a bit, as she continues...
Odessa: I aligned myself with OMG because I believed it would benefit not only me, but OCW as a whole. I didn't sign up to break into prisons, to babysit the mentally challenge (Looks at Roofus), and most of all I didn't get into this to piss off the Ortiz Family.
She puts her finger in Tibby's face.
Odessa: You don't harass one of the most powerful families in wrestling then call yourself The Smartest Wrestler in The World. That's an oxymoron in itself, and Tiberius, in no way or form have I ever been a moron...
Dupree: So what are you trying to say? Your afraid of some spoiled brat, her has been husband and some snot nosed kid? Seriously? Your pathetic...
Odessa: I may be pathetic Tiberius, but I'm not stupid...
Tibby then turns to Roofus.
Dupree: You quitting too? Go ahead make the SMART MOVE and run away with your little girlfriend...
Roofus: Roothus not leave mista, Roothus got no where else to go...
Dupree: Good, well I guess you can help the quitter over there out the door. That and get me some Reese's Pieces for after my match against Botching Tiger. Make sure their all yellow, it's only fitting...
Nate: There is nothing like the love a man has for his child. In there eyes their father is their hero. Their superman, when they have a bad dream at night they come to their father to reassure them that everything is going to be alright. You call my child and tell her that I’m a coward? To tell me that I’m a coward? You’ve crossed a line that there’s no coming back from you son of a bitch. My family is everything that is life.
Dupree remains on the floor begging Nate not to do anything drastic.
Nate: You don’t have to worry about me kicking your as tonight. That’s not why I’m here. I’m here to let you know that I’m going to kick your ass on Sunday. At Summercide it’s going to be you and me. When we step in the ring the time for words will be over and I’m going to let my fist do the talking for me. It’s going to be Betterness Vs. Mr. OCW, The face of the Ambition Era against the face of the Golden Era, it’s going to be a Father kicking the ass of the man who disrespected his family.
Nate: So in preparation for Sunday I suggest you go to whoever it is you get your spiritual guidance from. Because when we get in that ring only divine intervention is going to save you from what I have coming for you.
Nate exits the locker room ask quickly as he came in leaving Dupree finally gets up from the floor.
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