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Scaggs: Last week we were scheduled to have a Clarke Effect interview with OMG members Dimsmore and Lacy Love. But due to the despicable actions of one Lacy Love, OCW producers decided to not air the interview. OCW officials have reviewed the footage and Lacy Love has been suspended for 2 weeks without pay. What we are about to show you has very strong language and may not be suitable for our younger audience.
Poling: I’m hoping for a nip slip.
The footage starts with Dimsmore talking mid-sentence. Lacy and Dimsmore are sitting next to each other in the locker room area. Stacy Clarke sits across from them in the typical interview set up. As Dimsmore is talking, Lacy continues to give dirty looks to Miss Clarke. Apparently Lacy doesn’t not have the time or patients to want to deal with the interview.
Dimsmore: …and Hollywood will get what’s coming to him.
Stacy: Now, speaking of one Michael Hollywood, there were rumors all through the OCW locker room that you Lacy and Hollywood were sort of an “Item” at one time. Is there any truth to that?
Lacy, already visibly annoyed, rolls her eyes at Stacy Clarke’s question.
Lacy(Chewing her gum annoyingly loud as she speaks): You…. cannot…. be serious…. with a question… like that.
Stacy: I’m just going by the information that was given to me.
Lacy: How bout we discuss who and what [Expletive]’s you’ve been [Expletive]ing to get your own damn segment. How bout we talk about the gang bang you had with [Censored], [Censored] and [Censored] just after the 9 Year Show. Let’s talk about those “rumors”.
Stacy: Lacy, can you please not use language like that?
Lacy: Listen skank!! Myyyyyyy Dimmy may choose to be diplomatic and play the game with this [Expletive] interview. But I don’t have to stand for this [Expletive]. So either we end this [Expletive] nonsense or you are gonna have a serious[Expletive] problem on your hands.
Stacy gives the “Cut it” sign to the cameraman as Dimsmore begins to remove the mic from his shirt. The camera cuts off and switches to a security camera in the locker room.
Stacy: You are the biggest “C U Next Tuesday”
Lacy looks baffled as she seems to be having a hard time putting together what Stacy was trying to say. Stacy and the OCW crew begin to put away their equipment as Dimsmore leans over to whisper in Lacy’s ear what Stacy meant. The light bulb finally goes off and Lacy rushes Miss Clarke and a cat fight ensues. Hair is getting pulled, clothes are getting torn. Dimsmore and the cameraman begin to try and pull them apart. They get separated and the OMG power couple seems to be making their way out of the locker room area. As Stacy tried to collect herself, Lacy runs back in the picture and takes a swing with a Singapore cane. Luckily for Stacy, the camera steps in front of her and takes the blow on the side his head.
Dimsmore runs back in and grabs Lacy before she can take a swing at Stacy Clarke. Dimsmore throws Lacy over his shoulder and walks out of the room.
As we come back from commercial, Dimsmore is standing in the interview area with Matt Bloom. Bloom is adjusting his tie and sports coat before he gets his cue for the interview to begin.
Bloom: Welcome back to Riot, live from Cleveland. And Dimsmore, before the commercial break, we witnessed the actions that lead to your valet Lacy Love being suspended. Now I have to ask, is your focus tonight on her absence or on your opponent, long time OCW vet Seth Irving?
Dimsmore scratches at his beard before answering.
Dimsmore: I think you’ve known me for long enough now that Lacy or no Lacy, valet or not, OMG or not, Dimsmore’s sole focus is, has and always will be in that ring.
Dimsmore: That’s how I became International Champion. That’s how became Mr. Future Investment. That’s how I will cash in my investment and win the OCW World Title. And tonight, that’s how I will dismantle one Seth Irving in that ring.
Bloom: Now Seth is a much decorated MMA style fighter. And that style was not better personified in the legendary submission match with Aries a few years ago. You as well choose to breakdown your opponents body part by body part. Do you think your similar thought processes will almost negate both of your styles?
Puzzled by the question, Dimsmore tries to refrain from Diming Blooms Lights. He runs both of his hands thru his hair.
Dimsmore: …… So you’re telling me that since Seth had a yawn fest match with another has-been years ago, that I have to worry about how I’m going to enter the match?
Dimsmore: Bloom, you just love digging for a non-story. I go into every match with the same strategy. I’m going to break you down. Then I’m going to drop you on your neck.
Dimsmore: And if Seth Irving is lucky enough, he may even get a gift From Lacy, with Love.
After about 5 seconds of silence as Dimsmore would not take his eyes off of Bloom, he slowly makes his way out of the interview area.
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I'm glad someone finally socked Stacy. Running round like she owns the place. |
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WRESTLING SCAGGS. THIS IS WRESTLING. Don't endorse violence. Idiot. |
Within his office, the Hall of Fame worthy Leonheart sits, thumbing his way through a local newspaper for Cleveland, Ohio. He licks a finger and turns the page.
Leonheart: "Nothing but tumbleweed and locals sodomising cows..."
Leonheart chuckles as the crowd voice their disdain in the background.
Leonheart: "How predictable of you Ohio, is there nothing more?"
A knock at the door disturbs Leon from his musings, forcing him to lower his newspaper. He clasps his hands and waits patiently, making the individual hover outside.
Leonheart: "You may now enter."
At that, the door swings open and in walks Jacob Trance, his North American championship absent, presumedly safe in the locker room. He sucks his teeth for a moment as Leonheart gives him a sour look of disgust.
Leonheart: "Can I help you tons of fun?"
Jacob retorts.
Jacob Trance: "Usually I'd tell you to hurry up and kill yourself, but I actually need you alive, lord knows I'm the only one to ever say that..."
Leon shakes his head, tutting audibly.
Leonheart: "Jacob, Jacob, Jacob, you'd think that with all of your time served you'd have learned to be far more diplomatic when it..."
Jacob Trance: "When it comes to kissing ass, I get it... Can you drop the overly descriptive, swallowed a dictionary, script because quite frankly I'm not in the mood. So no games, please."
Leonheart: "No games? Isn't that what you're known for? Playing little games to get what you want?"
Jacob pinches his nose, sighing.
Jacob Trance: "Leon..."
Leonheart grins and spreads his arms wide.
Leonheart: "I jest, I jest. What can I do you for, as if I don't already know?"
Jacob Trance: "I want Aries at Certified Greatness..."
Leonheart: "Of course..."
Jacob blinks.
Jacob Trance: "Really? Thanks!"
Leonheart holds up a finger and spins around in his chair as he talks.
Leonheart: "That's exactly what I would be saying if you didn't already have a match scheduled."
Jacob slams his palms on the arms of Leons chair, halting his spinning ways.
Jacob Trance: "Unschedule it."
Leonheart: "Take. Your. Greasy. Paws... Off of my chair."
Jacob takes a deep breath and counts to ten internally, backing up."
Jacob Trance: "Sorry."
Leonheart: "Much better, and no Jacob, I can't unschedule it... But maybe if you do a few things, be of more use around here then I could give you what you want... Now... Get out."
Jacob opens his mouth, preparing a reply, but thinks better of it and turns to leave. As he's halfway out the door Leon fires a parting short.
Leonheart: "I don't know why you're so eager to lose to Aries again..."
At that, Trance slams the door, Leon winning the game of cerebral chess and getting the reaction he wanted. He smirks and laughs to himself, going back to reading the newspaper.
Fight!
Dimsmore vs Seth Irving
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A beating was handed to that man. |
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Um. Yes? |
We cut backstage once more, to find a physically exhausted Matsuda tightly clutching both his Eternal Ex Division and newly acquired Light Heavyweight title with the lovely and talented Minami Sazazaki not but two steps behind and visibly ecstatic. The dear leader takes a moment to catch his breath, propping himself up against a white wall as Jim Black approaches the dual champion, who is still grinning from ear to ear.
The Villainous Champion gains some composure, a belt draped over each shoulder and Minami hanging from his arm.
Black: Matsuda! A word? The OCW Universe is dying to know how you feel right now!
Matsuda: About Dupree selling my Pokemon cards? I'm mad as hell, thats how I feel!
Black: No I mean--
Matsuda: OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN, JIMMY! And I've never felt better than I have right now. In this moment.[Matsuda raises his titles] With these.
The crowd pops big and a "MATSUDA BOMBAYE" chant begins to echo throughout the arena.
Matsuda: You know Jim, going into this match, I was beginning to wonder if this, my Eternal Ex Division title was becoming more of a burden than an honor. If it was holding me back, and keeping me from reaching my true potential. But now?
Matsuda looks down at both of his shoulders.
Matsuda: Right now I feel like this… and this… [the crowd pops] Designate me as not only the premier Light Heavyweight in this company, but in the entire world of professional wrestling, because I am the best in the world at what I do--and what I do isn't very nice.
Minami: Matsuda ICHIBAN!
Matsuda: And if my talk with my OMG compatriot Patolomai taught me anything last week, is that I couldn't reach my TRUE potential without each and every one of you. Because when you chant "MATSUDA BOM-BAE-E" you--
Matsuda is suddenly interrupted by an unforeseen presence off camera. The champ pauses, and the camera pans left of an awkward Jim Black, only to reveal the One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio. Matsuda's brows furrow.
Minio: Congrats… champ.
Matsuda looks as though he was ready to speak but he is quickly cut off once more.
Minio: I just wanted to be the first to congratulate you and introduce myself. My name is Bobby Minio, and I AM the One Man Revolution. I've been waiting a long time to get my hands on gold like that, and when the time comes, the revolution... will be unstoppable.
Matsuda nods his head and his expression shifts into a confident smirk.
Matsuda: Are you done? Listen, rookie, you're knew, so allow me to explain things work around here. First of all. I'm the one who does the interrupting. Hi, my name is Hideto Matsuda. The Undisputed Eternal Ex Division Champion of the world. And I know exactly who you are. And YOU best believe that if you see me… for these… I won't be wearing a mask. And the Villain ALWAYS goes over.
Matsuda: Televise that.
Matsuda turns a leaves, though Minami lags a few steps behind.
Minami: Sicku burnnn!
The one man Revolution is left confused as the scene fades.
After Riot comes back from a commercial break, the OCW cameras are in the dressing room of Dat Young Knockout Kid and C4 crew member Mugen. We see Mugen warming up and getting loose for his tag match by adequately stretching, something that all purveyors of suplexes know, when the dressing room door opens and in walks none other than the Fame Monster himself and fellow C4 crew member Michael Hollywood. Hollywood looks around the room and sees the kickboxing bag, the yoga mats, the incense burning, and The Karate Kid playing on the TV with Mugen studying the movie intensely amidst his stretching by practicing the wax on wax off motion. Hollywood with his cocky and arrogant Hollywood smile on his face interrupts Mugen's intense training session.
Hollywood: MUGEN!
Mugen not knowing that Hollywood walked into the room gets rattled and jumps into the Crane kick position as if he was being ambushed by ninjas but then after seeing his C4 teammate standing there not wanting Hollywood to know he got scared begins to play it off as if he knew Hollywood was there the whole time and was just stretching.
Hollywood: What are you doing!
Mugen: Ummmmm...........strong style people stuff. You know.
Hollywood: Sure whatever you say.
Hollywood once again scans the room not seeing any amenities wonders how anyone could get warmed up with just a Yoga Mat and a Kickboxing bag.
Hollywood: You call this warming up and getting loose?
Mugen: Yea. All Suplex Samurais know that this is all you need to get ready to toss people around like rag dolls.
Hollywood: This is no way to get prepared for a match. You're lucky I came by because I have just what you need.
Hollywood walks over to the door and opens it.
Hollywood: Come on in, all of you.
Several beautiful women walk into the dressing room and lead Mugen over to one of the recliners as Hollywood sits in the other one. Mugen's face is lit up like the first time he "accidentally" entered a strip club in Tokyo's Roppongi district.
Mugen: Maybe I was wrong about the regular warm up routine.
Hollywood: Ladies be gentle with him but not too gentle he needs to be worked up for our match tonight.
Hollywood: Trust me Mugen once they are done with you will be ready to put Sidney and Ariola away quick in our tag match just so you can hurry back here so these Hollywood Freaks can finish their job.
Mugen: I might even just forego the match for these women......but......I enjoy dropping people on their heads more
The scene fades out as Mugen and Hollywood are getting loosened up by this entourage of beautiful women.
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