We open up to see The Glorious Resident Villain of OMG. Matsuda as he is walking the halls as only he can. As he turns the corner his face bunches up into a scowl as The OCW Light Heavyweight Champion Espado having a quick interview with Jim Black
Espado: Oye Jeem Negro!
Jim Black: Well hello Espado, how do you feel about become the OCW Light Heavyweight Champion?
Espado: Este, Muy Bueno Jeem! It's great honor to be champion in OCW I have done many great things since becoming champion!
Matsuda chimes in!
Matsuda: As in absolutely nothing!
Espado locks eyes with The OCW ETERNAL Ex-Division Champion Matsuda!
Matsuda: I can sit here and talk about how great I am, but I won't the bottom line my fine masked friend, is that I earned my belt yours was tossed to you by a hapless nerd!
Espado: I am a champion!
Matsuda: No!
Espado: Si!
Matsuda: No!
Espado: SI!
Matsuda: NANI!!!!
The crowd explodes in cheers!
Espado: QUE!!!!
The crowd ones again roars!
As both men continue to destroy the English language finally a voice of reasoning harps in.
Voice: Enough of this nonsense! Jim you may go!
Leonheart enters the frame and the crowd boos! as Jim Black exits!
Leonheart: The Nerd Guy Fausto in his infinite Wisdom saw fit to name you a champion. In the wake of his ineptitude! I hereby revoke that decision, as there is absolutely no need to have both a Lightweight Champion and an EX-Division Champion!
Espado: Senor Leon, Tu No Puedo!
Leonheart: Press 1 for English kid I just did!
Matsuda is pleased!
Matsuda: FINALLY JUSTICE HAS BEEN SERVED!!!!
Leonheart: Not so fast Matsuda, you aren't getting away Scott free. Because you see you and your OMG buddies have time and time again defied me, so I think its only fair I send a message to you as well!
Matsuda: NANI!!!!!
The crowd cheers!
Leonheart composes himself!
Leonheart: Espado might be belt less but tonight he gets a shot at the real Championship, as in you and the OCW EX-Division Championship!
Matsuda: FINE! I will unleash a great plague upon his person with Furious anger and Glorious Triumphs!
Espado: I will become the Ex-Division Champion Tonight!!!!
Matsuda: IKUZO!!!!!!! (LET'S GO)
Backstage we find ourselves joining a particularly heated exchange between several members of OCW production staff. As we focus on the group, Paul Pugh bursts through the middle of them, pulling a suitcase and holding the World Championship in his left hand.
Staff Member: We just don't think its a good idea sir, we've set up a special C4 locker room, a private one - buffet, the works...
Pugh: Nonsense. I’m a man of the people – I will change with the people.
Pugh stops at the door of the communal locker room
Staff: For your safety… I must insist you don’t go in there.
Pugh shrugs his shoulders and looks at the man.
Pugh: You heard Leon… I’m untouchable. So I will go into this locker room and I will change into my gear. You will shut your face and enjoy the fact I’m even talking to you. Now move.
Pugh shoves the dude out of the way and barges into the communal locker room. As soon as he arrives, the roster members all look at him in disgust. As the camera pans around the room we catch glimpses of Tobin Frost, Bedlam and the Droogs, Justin Raze, before we stop on Sean McGee who is checking the sequins on his trunks.
Pugh: What’s the matter boys?
They all remain silent. Pugh smirks and casually walks around the room, displaying the World Title to every person individually. After a while, he arrives at Sean McGee, who ignores him initially.
Pugh: Here you are Buffness… Show some respect.
Sean looks up at Pugh and rises to his feet, nudging Pugh backwards as he stands. Pugh dusts off Sean’s shoulders.
Pugh: You’re looking well. Move.
Sean: Move? Seriously?
Sean gets in the face of the World Champion
Sean: No.
Pugh: Move.
Sean: No.
Sean tenses his biceps in front of Pugh. Pugh laughs in Sean’s face, backing down before rolling his case in front of the locker directly next to Sean’s.
Pugh: Big mistake.
Pugh opens the locker and it bangs into Sean’s massive left bicep. Sean laughs himself and then retakes his seat on the bench. As Pugh hangs his world title belt in the locker, Mez enters the locker room. Pugh notices this, and heads in the A-Team members direction.
Pugh: Murdock. We need to talk.
The scene fades as the locker room perks back up after the altercation – Pugh and Mez are seen in conversation as we cut away.
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Tension for the Main Event there. |
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DISRESPECTING OUR CHAMPION! |
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He's kinda a douchebag Al. |
The pitter patter of midget toes on concrete signal the start of a chaotic scene at the concessions area, being ransacked, as it so often was, by Bedlam and his Droogs. Bedlam appears to be singing as well as assaulting patrons who wanted little more than a hot dog and mustard, but are receiving far more than they bargained for.
In a swift motion, Bedlam tosses Stein over the counter, who begins to turn over machines and stuff is face with popcorn. Meanwhile Igor begins to pump artificial butter on the floor, causing people to slip while he himself oils up in the yellowy goo.
As he begins to throw soda cans at passerby's, he is abruptly interrupted by what could only be described as a swift flash of camouflaged light.
???: WHAT IS YOUR MALFUNCTION SOLDIER! CIVILIAN CASUALTIES ARE TO BE AVOIDED AT ALL COSTS PER THE GENEVA CONVENTION!
This is unmistakably the voice of the PTSD suffering General Raze, who sought out the injustice only to write wrongs through wrestling.
Raze: PRIVATE BEDLAM TODAY YOU CROSSED THE LINE!
Bedlam doesn't even think twice before charging at the General and delivering Shattered Dreams. The General falls to his knees.
Raze: MUH… GRENADES…
Bedlam: Apolly-wolly-wollow-geez, dear general but no one gets the best of Beddy-weddles two times in a row!
Bedlam retrieves his wounded and oiled midget and flees the scene as it fades.
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What is happening around here? |
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THEY KICKED HIM IN THE BALLS SCAGGS HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA |
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*Sigh*. Lets move on |
EX DIVISION UNIFICATION MATCH
Matsuda vs Espado
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Unified! |
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Thank the lawd. |
We see an old barn, bleached by the sun, the paint peeling from its rotting wood. The once beautiful brown building now a muddy brown, beaten and battered by the elements. The door opens, creaking slowly as it does. Inside are various farm tools, the main image however is the abandoned thresher, its window smashed, the cutting wheel rusted, spiders nesting in every orifice of its being.
Atop sits a figure, his legs dangling from the cockpit, remaining side on to the camera, he takes a moment to breathe in his surroundings, revelling in the eery peace of it all.
Man: "Everything in society breaks, everything becomes forgotten, even humanity. We live in a world that sees life as disposable, people that want to live life in the fast lane but realise all too late that their bodies are incapable of keeping pace. Not I, I enlightened myself, I opened my eyes to everything and everyone around me and it all fell into place."
He sniffs, rubbing the sleeve of his trenchcoat across his nose before spitting off to the side, looking upwards to the hayloft.
Man: "It's all circumstance and chances with you people, wait for this, work for that. Live for the moment, go out in a blaze of glory... No one, and I mean no one just seems to be satisfied with carrying out their lives, ideals and dreams above their stations, whilst good for the soul, are bad for the body."
The man pushes himself off the harvester, landing in a crouch in which he remains.
Man: "Not I, I'm a survivor and I'll be with you soon enough..."
At that, he turns, hands delving into the pockets of his coat and he leaves, exiting through some splintered, shattered and broken wooden panels of the barn wall.
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