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OCW cameras catch Michael Hollywood in his dressing room standing in front of a mirror with his hands gripping the counter his cocky and arrogant Hollywood smile has been replaced with a look concentration and intensity.
Hollywood: Your second match back. The nerves are racing.
Hollywood: You've been here before. The spotlight is on you.
Hollywood: You can't give up. You can do this.
Hollywood: Tonight's your night. It's your time to shine once again.
Hollywood: You can beat Tobin because.................
Hollywood turns around faces the camera and the intensity in his face is gone and we once again see that famous cocky arrogant Hollywood smile.
Hollywood: I'M MICHAEL HOLLYWOOD!!! I don't need to pump myself up talking to myself in the mirror like Frosty. I deserve a Oscar for that performance alone. Tonight Frosty The Fame Monster is going to make you famous and at Certified Greatness C4 puts a end to OMG.
Hollywood pie faces the camera and the camera goes to static.
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Backstage we join Jacob Trance reading what appears to be the preliminary run through for the upcoming pay-per-view, Certified Greatness. He turns the page and smiles a little and shakes his head, a short, amused laugh leaving his mouth.
Jacob Trance: "A three way huh? I guess Leon really does hate my guts..."
He mouths his opponents names, as if mulling it over.
Jacob Trance: "Tobin Frost... A man I beat last week, and a little while before that, but he does come Nate approved, in fact I'm pretty sure if you can stop him from suplexing everything that's nailed down long enough to turn him upside it probably says "Ortiz Certified" on his boots. Which isn't a bad thing, it just shows the pedigree he carries and what's expected of him."
Jacob Trance: "But expectation... That can be like an anchor, the chains of anticipation can entangle even the best of men and pull them down into despair, it's been seen in Tobin, but he's strong of mind, body and soul so I can see him overcoming even that little roadblack last week. In a singles match though, I think I've got enough in the tank to see him off on a good night. On a bad one, I think it'd be his for the taking because let's face it, I've been around awhile and getting thrown around the ring like a sack of potatoes is not going to do me any good."
Jacob takes a sharp intake of breath through his teeth.
Jacob Trance: "Then... Then we have the second super heavyweight on the roster, the, I can't believe I'm saying this, but the savage one, not Patolomai."
Jacob Trance: "KD."
Jacob drops the paper, and looks sidelong at this North American title.
Jacob Trance: "I guy who somehow seems to always been on my heels going for whatever belt I have, in any way, shape or fashion. Maybe if I beat one more time, don't get me wrong, I don't want to rub it in, but our win to loss ratio must be absolutely stacked in my favour. No matter what you've thrown at me, I keep overcoming the odds. Don't get me wrong, you've improved, you've gotten hungrier, stronger, faster and a little more focused. You're no longer just some angry man smashing through things."
Jacob reaches out and lays a hand against the title.
Jacob Trance: "It's funny, a year or so ago I saw this belt as holding me back, but now it feels like it's all that's keeping me afloat. That being said, I'm still bitter about Kelvin getting one on one chances at the big one before me, but good things come to those who wait. Alone again, I think I have just enough in the tank to outlast you KD..."
Jacob snaps his fingers.
Jacob Trance: "But... This isn't a one on one match, no, this is a three way dance, one fall to the finish, winner takes all. Winner takes my property, a belt I have found myself strapped to for oh so long."
Jacob looks up to the camera.
Jacob Trance: "I'm going to keep this short..."
Jacob picks up the North American Championship title, holding it up for the camera so that he's no longer visible.
Jacob Trance: "I welcome the chase."
Fight!
Cody Storm vs Justin Raze
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After his fiasco volunteering at Rose Park Mall the determined Mustard King of Betterness Tiberius Dupree hasn't given up on his crusade of charity. We pan back to the "Toys For Tots" Toy Center in Ambridge, PA a short drive west of Pittsburgh.
Tibby has just reach the front counter with a large rubber bin full of Betterness. The man at the desk, a broad shouldered geezer with smile wrinkles and wired spectacles, his name tag reads Poppa Woody. A man of few words Pop begins to pull stuff out the bin.
Poppa: Is this some kind of drape.
He holds up an elaborately designed fabric with embroidered lettering.
Betterness: That's my Impeccable Cape of Betterness I wore at Wresltution 8, I'm sure it will bring instant omnipotence to any kid who wears it.
The old man peers through the top of his glasses without expression.
Poppa: Blanket it is...
He tosses the cape in a labeled bin behind the counter, and pulls out the next object.
Poppa: Boy these are half empty bottles of shampoo..
Dupree: Not just bottles of shampoo, but Pantene Pro-V shampoo and conditioner all in one combination, that one right there is lime apricot, my favorite.
Tibby flips the cap and smells it, then smells his hair. Poppa just stares at him, with that 'stupid young people' glare. Tibby tries not to notice the old man's aged hair line mid twitch.
Poppa: No.
Dupree: Way to be a scrooge Pops, every child deserves to have beautiful hair like mine for the Holidays, who are you to deny all the little kiddies, eh?
Pop ignores Tibby and pulls out a stack of DVDs.
Dupree: Oh those...those are personally autographed copies of my "Ambitious Betterness" Self-Help Series, with unreleased OMG Bonus material.
Poppa: Is this some kind of joke son...
He shows Tibby his Clint Eastwood face, Betterness doesn't budge. In turn he starts taking random things out the box, just for the Poppa Woody to put them right back. They do this for nearly a minute before a young woman with his pudgy son interrupt the scene.
Mom with kid: How about I take whatever stuff you got there Mr. Betterness. I'll make sure they reach the proper charities.
It was like having an goregous angel beckon your name from the heaven's above. Tibby immediately spins on his heels to face the woman.
Dupree: Did you just call me...Mista...(twitch)...Mista Betterness?
Mom with kid: Yes I did.
She's a plain looking soccer mom, not very attractive but not disapproving either. Her largely shy son tries to hide behind her as she smiles.
Mom with fat kid: I watch Riot with my son every Friday night. We DVR it because it's on passed his bedtime during the week. Little Owen and I love it, I used to watch it with my father and brothers as a kid...a few of my girlfriend watch it now too.
Mom with kid: But they don't really watch it for the wrestling if you know what I mean. Owie begged me to get tickets for tonight's show, but he knows the deal, no wrestling on school nights.
Tibby's eyes get wide in astonishment blinking slowly, she gives him a nervous smile in return.
Mom with kid: Sorry I'm rambling on, your probably a very busy man, I was just wondering if we could possibly get a picture? You know, and I'll take your stuff, if you want, if that's cool.
Still not sure how to react to so much respect to his Betterness, Tibby finally snaps back to reality.
Dupree: Sure, of course..
Wonderful Owen Mom shows the old man how to operate the camera on her smart phone, all three of them pose. The flash goes off without a twitch.
Dupree shakes the boys hand before giving her the Betterness bin. As the woman and boy leave the center, for the first time in a very long time Tiberius Dupree has a genuine smile.
After the match Cody Storm stands tall on the middle turnbuckle with his arms raised and his index fingers both extended towards the sky. He steps down and rolls underneath the bottom rope, walks over to the time-keeper's table and retrieves a microphone, and then climbs the stairs back into the ring.
Cody Storm: "And another one bites the dust! AHHH!"
A cheesy grin spreads across Storm's face as he moves to continue speaking gesturing towards the corner nearest to him as he does.
Cody Storm: "I can't help but notice once again my corner is empty over here. You've been a big help McGee! Not that I've needed it, but how about you walk your top heavy self down to this ring and we finally attempt to get all of this off of our chest? I think it could do us both a lot of good."
As if waiting for an invitation "Can You Hear Me Now" hits the speakers and BUFFNESS steps out onto the ramp with a microphone in hand. He takes his time, slapping a the few hands that are outstretched to him from the crowd and posing his arms for a few pictures. Cody's standing in the ring shaking his head, getting impatient, and BUFFNESS appears to be loving every second of it.
He steps on into the ring and the two stand just a few feet away from each other.
Cody Storm: "Now, you know it's not fair to get revenge on revenge right? You didn't show up to my match a few weeks ago, so I didn't show to yours, and here you pull the same stunt tonight. I'm pretty sure that's cheating!"
BUFFNESS: "You'd know wouldn't you? This all started because you weren't in my corner when I needed you to be against Dupree and Mugen!"
Cody Storm: "OH! I apologize oh great sir of buff, that I value my job more than your win-loss record. My bad!"
Cody shakes his head, takes a breath, and then tries again.
Cody Storm: "Look, we're a team. We may not always act like it, but we are, and a damn effective one at that. But we're only effective when we're on the same page, so we need to put all of this behind us, we won most of these matches anyhow, so lets just let bygones be bygones, aye?"
Cody extends a hand to his Cerberus running mate with a smile. BUFFNESS seems to be considering his options extensively.
BUFFNESS: "You know what? You're right... plus if we end it here I got the last laugh, and I'm always good with coming out on top."
BUFFNESS nods his head towards Storm and shakes his hand. The two, finally on the same page again move to head backstage when...
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