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*New OCW COO,CEO,BOSS, Whatever Leonheart is sat his desk in his new office, clicking away on his laptop when there is a knock at the door*
Leonheart: Come in.
*The door opens, and in walks a UPS delivery man holding an old fashioned brown sack, tied at the top, which is slung over his shoulder*
Leonheart: Can I help you?
Delivery guy: I have a delivery for a.. * the man looks down at notes on his PDA* ..a Miss Leonheart.
Leonheart: It's MR.Leonheart.
Delivery guy: I'm just going off what my notes say.
Leonheart: Never mind..I'll sign for it..give it here.
*The man hands Leon the sack and he places it down on his desk, he then signs the man's PDA motions at him with his hand for the man to leave his office*
Delivery guy: [clears his throat]
Leonheart: What is it now? Are we not done?
Delivery guy: Sorry sir...I am under strict instructions to make sure that you understand this is a bag, not a sack..do you understand that sir?
Leonheart: What? Does it really make any difference?
Delivery guy: Sir, please aknowledge that you understand that this is a bag and not a sack.
Leonheart: Ok ok..it's a bag..not a sack...although I have no idea what difference it makes.
*Leonheart proceeds to untie the string and the bag falls open, spilling an assortment of dildos and virbators all over his desk and onto the floor, as the deliveryman tries to contain his laughter*
Leonheart: .................
*Leon bends down and picks up a small card that has fallen onto the floor, and reads it outloud*
Leonheart: 'Dear Leon...we didn't want you to go hungry on your first day in charge, so we ordered you some lunch. <3 The Insiders'
Leonheart: How charming.
*Leon points to the door as he kicks a dildo in frustration*
Delivery guy: I'm sorry sir but you have another parcel
Leonheart: What the hell is it?
Delivery guy: They sent you dessert.
*The man scurries into the hallway to collect something, and comes back into the office holding a medium sized brown cake box, which he hands to Leon, who proceeds to slam it on his desk and open it*
Leonheart: (sighs)
*The delivery guy peers over Leon's shoulder and is confronted with a large penis shaped cake, Leon's head at the top, with Sean McGee's head as a left testicle, and Cody Storm's head as the right*
Leonheart clicks the intercom on his phone.
Leonheart: Hello, get me Stacy Clark....Tell her I have cake.
Camera fades
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The scene opens to the looming dark "Windy City" sky desperately clinging to the last light of the ever shorting days of Winte.
As afternoon submits to the unrelenting embrace of the evening's cold snap reanimates the fading memory of Autumn as a bushel of Maple leaves enjoy what is sure to be one of many dances this evening amongst the street tops.
The resonating echoes of adoring accolades and even warmer welcomes accompanying the clack of Timberland and Prada boots on the concrete sidewalk capture the attention of the shoddy raw home video styled camera work synonyms with "The GhettOCW Movement".
O.G. Baracus the overly gaudy Georgian nearly engulfed in a massive chinchilla fur coat slowly saunters South Halsten Street in unison with the diminutive carmel bombshell Felicia Anna-Cruz Escobar.
Reminiscing on memory lane of a city her family built and of a city that helped define with infamy the persona that is "Face", the duo arrive at her favorite neighborhood bodega "Spaghetti Headed Freddy's".
Seated mid way up the concrete steps of Spaghetti's the militant minded mad hatter of The A-Team Herschel Dunny extinguishes one of nearly a dozen "Prime Time" snubs with the sole of one of his classic black wingtips.
Slumped slightly to Hannibal's left against the store front window a slight inebriated and always volatile Section 8 Heavyweight Mez Murdock admires his own graveyard of empty brown bagged malt liquor bottles chasing the dregs with a smoldering gorilla finger sized blunt.
Omar takes a few puffs of Murdock's offered medication inhaling deep before altering his attention towards the leathery faced gritty voiced tutelage of the black gloved one, Herschel Dunny.
Hannibal D. : After careful planing and months of calculations and considerations... In the spirit and traditions of the holiday seasons...
Hannibal D. : Not only will we be offering our services at a extremely discounted fee through the months of November and December ... But also in the spirit of Christmas and not to forget Chanukah for our confidant Greeny "The Jew".
Hannibal slowly retrieves another Watermelon flavored prime time from the cardboard box discarding the plastic wrapping at his feet before proceeding to gnaw on the fresh stogie.
Hannibal D. : One client will get a complimentary "Body'n" at no expense...
Hannibal D. :Help keep your t.v. Busta free... Hire...The A-Team.
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Following their hard fought battle Mugen and Tobin meet up in the locker room. Both men slightly nurse there injured body parts as they stand across from one another. In between the two competitors sits a TV monitor, which shows footage of their contest just minutes before. The video ends and a score board reads 4-4 on the screen.
The two men stare at each other waiting for one man to break the silence. Tobin finally does.
Tobin: I guess that proves nothing.
Mugen: It proves that I am still a Suplex Monster. A Suplex Lord. A Suplex GOD. And you.....you are merely a Suplex Smurf.
Tobin: But we tied?
Mugen: The counter was clearly broken I clearly beat you!
Tobin: Whatever you say… I guess we are just going to have to do this thing again down the road. I know we’ll cross paths again and when we do there won’t be any second guessing the outcome when it comes to our little wager.
Mugen: I know because I will out Suplex you 10 fold! You sit tight there Ice Pick, I see you again… sooner than you think.
Mugen walks past Tobin beginning to exit the room.
Tobin: I’ll be waiting, ready to drop you on your head.
The two glance at each other one more time before Mugen exits leaving Tobin in the locker room to speak to himself.
Tobin: You’ve avenged two losses Tobin. Tibby was finally put in his place, and now Mugen has been put down. There is still a list of guys that await the same fate. And there is nothing but yourself and time standing in the way. Continue to give that effort and there is no man in this company that will stop you.
The scene fades as Tobin finds a seat to reflect and look forward to his future.
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