| |
|
Rage Against the Machine’s Sleep Now in the Fire blares through the arena as a mixed reaction of amused or impressed cheers and unfamiliar indifference carries on beneath the music. Bobby Minio celebrates in the ring, having just pinned Tiger Man in his first match in over nine years, and his OCW debut. He turns towards the ringside with purpose, motioning for a mic from a crew member nearby.
Bobby Minio: “They told me that the style I worked, the pace I wrestled at, that it would render my body absolutely useless by the time I was thirty. They were wrong.”
Bobby Minio: “They told me… there is no such thing as a second chance. That we don’t get a re-do for the mistakes in our lives. Well they were wrong.”
Bobby Minio: “They told me, that I would never recover from that concussion, all those years ago. The last year of my life, this last year of being symptom free while training hard, that was me working my narrow ass off to show them… that they were wrong!”
He takes a second to take a breath, watching the crowd as moment by moment, more heads turn at attention.
Bobby Minio: “They told me... that I would never, EVER, wrestle again in my life. Well they were wrong! They were WRONG, and thanks to Tiger Man and the fans that witnessed this tonight... I can stand right here, right here in Columbus on Thanksgiving! ...and be thankful for that.”
Bobby Minio: “I’m thankful that I get to be here tonight proving them wrong because there is a such thing as a second chance. This is living proof of that.”
Minio gestures around the ring, around the audience, then at himself, standing in the ring with his first win notched on his belt.
Bobby Minio: “This is proof that you can get a second chance. Maybe at a career, maybe at a passion, hell, maybe even a second chance at life.”
Bobby Minio: “I was able to jump start my life. Get my career back on track, and return to my one… true… passion. This ring.”
The audience pops, more are on his side than even a few moments ago when the ref finished the three count.
Bobby Minio: “That sure as hell sounds like a second chance to me. This sure feels like one… but more importantly, this feels like vindication. Sweet, sweet vindication… because they were wrong.”
Bobby Minio: “They said that I would never be back. I would never be myself again. Well, I sure feel like myself. Because I sit backstage, I listen to these entitled puds up at the top condescend the very audience that puts food on their table and gaudy clothing on their backs. They whine about the opportunities they get, they pat themselves on the backs, as if having a crew watching your back is some great accomplishment...”
Minio leans over the ropes, facing the hard camera and mouths the words “It’s not.” followed by an unamused blank face, before raising the mic back to his face.
Bobby Minio: “I sit back there, I listen to that GARBAGE and I feel like myself because I start to get PISSED! I find myself arguing in my head, saying, ‘but Bobby, this is not your problem. Do not rush head first into more trouble.’ and I know that, that little voice is wrong. That doubt, those thoughts of placating my own better nature, that has always been wrong, and I know that I’m back to my old self because I KNOW it’s wrong. So I’m speaking up.”
He turns back to the camera, looking it dead in the lens as he speaks very deliberately with a serious tone.
Bobby Minio: “Two parties bickering among themselves… squabbling over icons of value and having sword fights with each other’s rock hard egos… ignoring the rest of us while things get worse and worse all over… That right there is the perfect window for opportunity. For a REVOLUTION.”
The audience crackles off of the last word.
Bobby Minio: “They were wrong about me because they second guessed me. They underestimated me… and if you make those same mistakes, I will be right there, right in your arrogant FACE, to be the first to tell you that you too… were so very wrong.”
Bobby Minio: “I told you one week ago that it all starts with a Riot. I just made good on that statement.”
Bobby Minio: “I don’t give a good damn what side you are on, or what team has your back... because a revolution does not pick a team. It kicks the hell out of the teams that ruined it FOR EVERYONE ELSE and then it changes the entire game.”
Minio rolls the last sentence off with a very deliberate cadence. Again, he leans over the ropes, facing the camera with an intense stare in his eyes.
Bobby Minio: “The Revolution is already being televised. You don’t even realize it’s too late.”
Bobby Minio: “Mic drop.”
He steps backwards off of the ropes as Sleep Now in the Fire starts up over the thud of the mic bouncing off of the canvas yet again. The mixed reaction from the crowd cements the point that whether they like it or understand it, the fans are listening. Minio wears a shameless smile as he heads backstage while listening to the crowd’s reaction.
Far from the clean and sanitary reaches of the ground floor of the Nationwide Arena in the dark, damp reaches of its boiler room, the inaudible sound of familiar chatter echoes through out the catacombs. As the camera nears the source of the chitchat, it becomes evident that the genesis of this conversation was from none other than the prime minister of ultra violence Bedlam, discussing important business with his recently audible mutes.
With chalk in hand and and a blackboard to his back, Bedlam proceeds to explain his plan to his devious minions, who are rubbing their sweaty midget palms together in eager anticipation.
Bedlam: Right-a-rooney little lads! This JUSTIN RAZE is to be declaring war on who's who and whats what. Well I propose, brother sirs, a counter measure! A preliminary strike on this jerp that goes glub glub over the microphone.
Igor: YA M8 HOW BOUT YOU TELL US WOTS WOT THEN GUVNA?
Stein: U WOT?
Igor: WOT M8?
Bedlam: Enough! Enough! I preferred you both when you was mutes I did! We will proceed as planned brother sirs! A beautiful disaster! A crescendo en gracia! My naughty naughty droogs, fetch your buckets--I pray this batch of urine is more satisfactory than the last?
The two impish beasts nod as they fetch their buckets and Bedlam leads them out with his cane.
Just as the trio make their way out the door to the sultry sounds of one Ludwig Van, Bedlam leaves the ground, the victim of a vicious spear from the General himself.
Raze: A GOOD OFFENSE IS THE BEST DEFENSE, SOLDIER! ATEN-SHUN!
As the general salutes his victim, Igor attempts to dump the contents of his bucket on the pant leg of Gen. Raze.
Raze: CHEMICAL WARFARE IS AGAINST THE GENEVA CONVENTION SOLDIER! WHAT IS YOUR MALFUNCTION?!
The quick witted military man kicks the bucket out of Igors hand and snatches the other from Stein, dumping it on the downed Bedlam.
Raze: FORWARD MARCH!
Raze makes a tight turn and marches out of the scene as it fades.
 |
What's... I don't... Um... Al? |
 |
That was something... |
|
Thanks. On with the show. |
Moments before his big Hardcore Title defense, Sid Harrison sits in wait outside of OCW Hall of Famer Aries’ locker room. The OCW crew working hard during the 359th edition of Riot. Road agents, writers, medical staff and even the catering “team”. Whether they’re going over matches, coming up with new ideas, preparing for the Hardcore Championship match onslaught or restocking the food at the catering table; everyone is doing their job.
In the distance, Stacey Clark is seen approaching Aries’ locker room, to presumably interview the Hall of Famer about his big, upcoming match tonight. Stacey reaches the locker room door, but is blocked the overwhelming mass of Sid Harrison. Towering over her petite frame, Sid throws his hand up in front of her.
Sid Harrison – “I’m sorry, but what do you think YOU’RE doing?”
Stacey Clark backs up a tiny bit, and without hesitance, proceeds to inform the Hardcore Champion of her intentions.
Stacey Clark – “Sid…”
Before Stacey can finish what she was saying, Sid interrupts.
Sid Harrison - “Since when were we on a first name basis? That’s MR. HARRISON to you, toots.”
Sid adjusts his prized possession over his shoulder and snarls at Stacey.
Stacey Clark – “I’m sorry, MR. Harrison.”
Sid Harrison – “Thank you. Now was that so hard, doll face?”
Sid slightly brushes the edge of his thumb against Stacey’s warm and reddening face. She pushes his hand away, offended by the mere gesture of “MR. Harrison”.
Stacey Clark – “Please don’t do that! Now, can you please move? I have an interview scheduled with your mentor.”
Adding to Ms. Clark’s dismay, Sid smirks and nods his head.
Sid Harrison – “Are you telling me what to do, sweet pea?”
Sid slowly, methodically walks up to Stacey as she backs away from this heinous man.
Sid Harrison – “Neither you, or that prima donna Jim Black are getting inside. Aries does not, and WILL not be bothered by anyone. You got that, hussy?”
He continues to walk towards her, eventually backing her into a wall. He slams his hand close to the side of her head, making her tremble in fear.
Sid Harrison – “I ASKED IF YOU UNDERSTOOD!”
Stacey quickly shakes her head, as Sid smiles and once again presses the back of his hand against her cheek.
Sid Harrison – “You see? Was that so hard?”
He brushes the hair out of her pale face and leans in closer. Sid takes his left hand, and begins running his fingers down her face.
Sid Harrison – “Answer.”
Stacey shuts her eyes and nervously swallows.
Stacey Clark – “N-n-no…”
Sid’s fingers continue to run off of Stacey’s face and onto her neck. He reaches the opening of her blouse, and attempts to put his fingers through said opening. Harrison is then met with a quick and stiff slap across the left side of his face. He stutters back slightly, as Stacey holds her hand over her mouth.
Stacey Clark – “Oh my God; I am so sorry!”
Sid Harrison – “YOU CUN…--!”
Before Sid can finish his non-PG thoughts, Aries’ locker room door swings open. The OCW Hall of Famer, dressed in new wrestling gear and slightly more tanned, bathed in baby oil. He walks up to his protégé and places his hand over his shoulder.
Aries – “Sid…”
Trying to control his temper and heavy breathing, Sid slowly backs away from the beautiful backstage interviewer. Aries turns Sid around, and adjusts his collar. He brushes the lint off of his shoulders, and shines up the prestigious Hardcore Championship.
Aries – “Is that anyway a champion talks to a lady, Sid?”
Before answering Aries’ question, he maliciously looks over towards Stacey.
Sid Harrison – “No…”
Aries – “That’s right. No. A champion is respectable, Sid. Now apologize to this hard working woman.”
Sid snickers at the idea, and nods his head in disagreement with his mentor’s sentiments.
Aries – “I said APOLOGIZE. You want to be my successor someday, don’t you? A future World Heavyweight Champion does NOT act like this, Sid. A future Hall of Famer does not treat his co-workers like trash, especially a woman. If you want respect, Sid, you’re going to have to earn it, and this does NOT earn the respect of your peers. Now apologize!”
Sid sighs, closing his eyes. He places his hand onto his forehead, and massages his brow with his fingers. He turns towards Stacey, and looks her in the eyes.
Sid Harrison – “I’m…”
Before continuing the apology, Sid looks back at Aries and bites his lower lip.
Sid Harrison – “I’m…sorry…”
Aries begins to clap. He places his left arm around Sid, and his right against Stacey.
Aries – “You see?! Now was THAT so hard? Sid…go on. You have a match to prepare for. A big one at that.”
Sid scoffs and walks off camera to prepare for his triple threat title defense. Aries backs away from Stacey, and smiles at the interviewer.
Aries – “Stacey? Are you okay?”
Stacey Clark – “I’m…I’m fine. Thank you.”
Aries – “Good. Now, before my protégé threatened your well-being; I heard that you wanted an interview. Is this true?”
Stacey Clark – “Yes! It is! I wanted to ask you how you felt about your match tonight with Tobin Frost, and since he was mentored by the legendary Nate Ortiz; I—“
Aries – “Don’t finish that.”
Stacey looks at Aries in confusion.
Stacey Clark – “What?”
Aries – “I said don’t finish that. Don’t FINISH that thought. You came here to interview ME. Why would you bring up…HIM? Why would you insert his presence into THIS PARTICULAR CONVERSATION?!
Stacey Clark – “I’m sorry!”
Aries – “YOU’RE SORRY?!”
Aries smiles widely and begins to laugh.
Aries – “Sid was right…you are a c**t.”
Stacey gasps in shock as the crowd jeer. Aries nods his head and walks off camera, leaving Stacey to her lonesome.
|
Mean to kids... heel 101? |
|
What on earth is a heel? |
|
*Sigh*. Title match? |
Hardcore Title Elimination Jaunt
Kevin D'Angelo vs General Raze vs Sid Harrison(c)
|
He did it! |
|
Excellent match. Nearly the best we've ever seen. |
We pan back to the OMG locker room, where Tiberius Dupree and the shrink Dr. Craven Hardwood still converse in typical doctor patient fashion.
Dr. Hardwood: Tell me about your parents?
Dupree: What do my parents have to do with this damn twitch you quack? Why does it even matter? Why does any of this matter?
Dr. Hardwood: Answering questions with more questions, only leads to even more questions.
Tibby twitches and rolls his eyes, the old man pushes up his specs.
Dr. Hardwood: Your mental health is important to your employer, and in order to ensure your safety as well as your co-workers I must ask you questions, lots of questions. Now please, tell me about your parents.
Dupree: My mental health isn't important to that freaking vaginal discharge, he just wants a reason to get rid of OMG, starting with me. Leon probably paid you like he pays his male prostitutes to do all the heavy lifting...I don't believe one word that comes out your Godda...
Just then the door to the locker room barges open and C4 Member Parker Stevens stands smug in front of Dupree and Dr. Hardwood.
Parker: Didn't know you liked em' old Lindsey, where'd you find this one the retirement home or the morgue?
Tibby hops up from the couch and grabs Matsuda's LARP axe.
Dr. Hardwood: Hello sir, I'm Dr. Craven Hardwood, I'm here to...
Parker: Craven Hardwood, MUHAHAHAHA your name is Doctor Dicktaker?
Dr. Hardwood: Pardon me?
Parker: Lindsey's new boyfriend is Dr. Dicktaker, priceless.
He burst out laughing, pointing at the old man and Tibby who has a spasm.
Dupree: I thought I put a restraining order against you, your not supposed to be within 50 feet of me!
Parker: You mean this restraining order?
He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a sandwich baggie with a crumbled up piece of paper inside. He shoves the baggie in Dr. Hardwood's mouth violently, the old man spits it out on the floor, dry heaving.
Parker: I literally wiped my ass with your restraining order!
Parker: I do what I f*** want! C4 does what f*** it wants. If I want to get my foot lodged in your undersized mangina just for kicks I'll f***in' do it! Yours too!
Parker gives both Tibby and Dr. Hardwood the Scumbag salute then marches back out the door.
Dupree: See doc this is the kind of non-sense I got to put up with on a daily basis, this is the company that hired you to evaluate my mental state. This monkey just forced you to consume his feces just for the hell of it.
Dr. Hardwood: Ughhuugh, that young man is quite disturbed.
Dupree: Your fired...
Dr. Hardwood: What? But you have...
Dupree: I have to abide by my contract, that doesn't mean I need Dr. Dicktaker to evaluate my mental well being. (Twitch) Any certified shrink will do, preferably one without a hideous sweater that smells like mothballs and Vics vapor rub...
Tibby stands in front of the door ushering the now distraught Dr. Hardwood out the door as the camera fades.
|
Are we MTV now? |
|
*Sob* |
* Matsumoto sits in the back watching the results of the hardcore title match .He immediately turns off the tv .
Matsumoto : Shameful !Americans no hardcore .They soft like toilet paper . What must I do to get a one on one opportunity ? I suplexed LSD out of his boots .Americans don't want Matsumto champion .Matsumoto is number one contender .
I must destroy other contenders ? No !No need this american must face me sooner or later .Woman bring me bottle !
* One of his valets brings him a bottle and a glass .He looks at the glass smiles then throws it at the valet and misses *
Matsumoto : Did I say glass ?! Ignorant american woman ,leave now ! OCW get ready to bow down to the new hardcore champion The Japanese Suplex Machine Matsumoto !
|
|
 
 
|
|
|
