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A-Team(c) vs C4
SPOILERS BELOW, DON'T SCROLL UNLESS YOU'VE SEEN
The BOSS of OCW storms out to the ring! with a handkerchief over his mouth. Pugh: Leonheart. Leon. L. Sick are you? Leonheart continues coughing into his kerchief Pugh: So am I... sick of the way you're running this company into the ground. Leon, OMG openly flouted your rules last week when they set those ruffians on me... Therefore. I win. By forfeit. Now raise my hand. Pugh offers his arm to Leon who refuses Pugh: Raise. My. Hand. Leonheart: Paul. Why do you continue to be a thorn in my side? We both know that I'm not going to raise your hand. Just like we both know why you're in that ridiculous neck brace... do you want to tell the people? Pugh looks sheepish Pugh: ...Tell them what? Leon half sighs and half coughs Leonheart: Fine. Roll the tape. The X-Tron comes to life and immediately begins to play grainy CCTV footage of Paul Pugh in an arena parking lot exchanging words, and then an envelope with the A-Team's resident brainbox Herschel "Hannibal" Dunny. Pugh: That's clearly not me! Leonheart: Now... tell the people what happened. Pugh: Nothin... Nothing happened. Leonheart: ...Ladies and Gentleman the Champion of this company... is a coward. The fans boo Pugh as he continues to act innocent Leonheart: Last week, Paul Pugh paid the A-Team to attack him and frame Patolomai... now - do you want to tell the people why you did this? Pugh begins to blush and shrugs his shoulders, despite his "neck injury". Leonheart: ...could it be because you're... afraid? Afraid of losing the thing you've worked for? Go ahead Pugh, let it out. You're scared right? You know you can't beat Pato and thats why... Pugh: YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I'M SCARED. The fans cheer Pugh's admission Pugh: ...I mean... I'm not afraid of Patolomai. No - I'm scared of this falling into the wrong hands... Pugh points to the World Title as Leonheart sighs again Pugh: ... I can't... I won't let OCW fall into an era of mediocrity... and thats why I'm keeping this title by any means... if that means I have to pay through the nose to break my own neck... if that means I have to sabotage a ring or two... so be it.... but this title. Its heritage. Its tradition... around anybody else's waist on this god forsaken roster its a belt - around mine, its a Championship. A statement. The top prize in wrestling. See, C4 is more than merely a team - its a movement. We're about preserving this industry - this company. Keeping it out of the hands of the bland. We are the buffer. The filter... and I'm the 1%. This is my title and my doctors will not clear me to compete on Sunday - so it'll remain my title... and theres not a damn thing you can do about it. Leonheart: Except fire you? Pugh: ...but... and... but... Leonheart: Here's whats going to happen. You're going to take off your neck brace, throw aside your crutch, call me Jesus Christ because I just healed you. Then you're going to fight Patolomai for the World Title at Certified Greatness... or come Monday not only will you be out of work, you'll be out of the country - because your visa is only good as long as you're working for OCW. So it's simple Paul. Show up, give these people the match they want to see... or go back to wrestling in masonic halls in front of 52 people... See you Sunday. Pugh is stomping his feet as Leon stands tall on the ramp. The fans, for the first time in a while, are cheering the CEO's actions as the cowardly Pugh retreats backstage and the show goes off the air with a shot of Leonheart coughing up a lung. SHOW DONE...
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