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We find ourselves miles away from the RIOT ZONE under the cloudy gray skies of Blackpool England. A light rain softly falls on the old cobblestone streets, where we find America's second favorite overweight black woman on the prowl looking for the next subject of OCW: IN YOUR CRIB.
Trisha, along with her camera crew, were tasked with finding the ever elusive hardcore champion's humble abode, with little more than a street map and an address to go on in this unfamiliar setting. The caravan comes to a stop as Trisha stairs intensely at the map one final time.
Trisha: This… seems to be the place… But there is not a house in sight!
Trisha was right to be confused. All that stood here was an old bridge and a few warehouses. The camera crew turns to one and other and shrug, but their confusion is soon interrupted by a familiar voice.
Bedlam: Welly welly welly! If it isn't my favorite chocolate strumpet! Welcome to my humble abode!
The prime minister of ultra violence waves the crew down from under the overpass, where he and the Droogs were enjoying a friendly bonfire hosted by a garbage can.
Trisha: Abode? Bedlam, theres no residential area here…
Bedlam: What is the bloody hell is a "residential area"? I live under this here bridge I do! And if you or any of your handy pandas have a problem with it I'll happily serve you a knuckle supper I will!
Trisha: No need. [to the filming team] Let's hurry up and get this over with!
Bedlam: This is my rest room…
Bedlam points to a grimy bucket and sponge in the far corner of the underpass.
Bedlam: Oh and this, this is my kitchen!
Bedlam of course, is referring to the stack of thrown out pizza buckets directly next to his "toilet".
Bedlam: And THIS! This is where the magic happens my dear!
Trisha: You have no bed?
Bedlam: Of course Beddy-weddles would have a beddy-weddy! DROOGS!
Bedlam plays a Willy Wonka-esque flute to summon his diminutive minions, who do a slight jig before laying down flat on their backs side by side. Bedlam falls backwards onto them as if falling into a plush bed with 50000 thread count sheets.
Igor: OI I GOT AN ELBOW TO ME GOBBAH!
Stein: ME GIBLETS BOSS. ME GIBLETS!
Trisha, clearly disturbed by what she was watching, signals for her crew to pull out.
Trisha: Well it was lovely seeing you, Mr. Bedlam, but we really must be going… you understand…
Bedlam: Leaving? So soon? I'm afraid I can't let you do that!
The Droogs jump up and knee cap the cameramen with baseball bats, causing them to drop their cameras, and the scene to fade in static.
Rage Against the Machine's Sleep Now in the Fire belts out over the arena PA, prompting the fans to look towards the ramp. Minio emerges onto the stage with a determined look plastered on his face as he heads toward the ring with a purpose. He hits the ring, working the crowd for a brief moment before he gestures to ringside, leading to someone from the ringside staff tossing Minio a live microphone.
Bobby Minio: "You should... have put him away... earlier."
Matsuda is now at attention, watching as Minio gestures each leg of the sentence with slow dramatics, swinging his right hand along to the cadence of his words as if he were conducting a somber orchestra.
Bobby Minio: "You should have put him away earlier, foreshadowing words tonight to my pal 'Suda."
He turns to face the hard camera, looking directly through the lens, into the eyes of the viewer.
Bobby Minio: "Can I call you 'Suda?"
Minio had asked the camera abstractly, as if Matsuda were standing in the ring before him. A smirk played across Minio's face as he paced around the ring, finally stopping again on the ropes facing the hard camera. Minio placed a foot on the bottom rope and leaned into the ropes casually before raising the mic back to his face.
Bobby Minio: "I realized that if I'm gonna get anything out to the fans here, I'm going to have to do it without Matsuda here to big league me off of the mic. He's spent the last few weeks mistaking my respect for weakness, and last week on Riot, I finally let 'Suda know exactly how I feel. So quiet down, boys in the back, the indie darling is speaking."
There is a mixed reaction in the crowd as Minio lowers the mic to take it all in. The fans are understandably mixed with Minio, as they are still trying to figure out exactly who this man is, and who he will be moving forward. Minio basks in the crowd, because right now, a reaction is a reaction. He smiles quickly as he dips his head down, before raising it back up with the mic.
Bobby Minio: "There has been some... confusion, some questions, about what exactly the 'Revolution' really is, and when this Revolution will even begin."
He stares into the camera again, locked in the moment.
Bobby Minio: "A Revolution is not some physical thing. It's not an event. It's an idea. It's a way of thinking. The Revolution has already begun. I told the entire OCW world, over a month and a half ago, that it was already too late, and this, 'Suda? You and I? This is the proof."
Minio gestures with the mic toward himself, the ring, the crowd, before leaning back in.
Bobby Minio: "I earned an EX Division Championship title shot without any kind of ranking in the title picture... I earned my shot without even winning a match to become the number one contender. Boom. The Revolution."
A fan at ringside wearing an OMG Ambition shirt screams out "MATSUDA GAVE YOU THAT SHOT" at Minio. Without looking at the fan, Minio lets a quick grin slip, before he begins again on the mic.
Bobby Minio: "I earned a shot at the EX Division title with a CONGRATULATIONS. That's it. I've changed the entire way OCW roster will think about pursuing the gold. Viola! The Revolution."
Bobby Minio: "I've had my ass beat up and down this ring, by both seasoned competitors and newcomers, and hell, in some cases, I look like I might not even be in ring shape yet... but here I am. I have a title shot against one of the most respected talents in the OCW, I'm one of the most talked about wrestlers working today, and I've accomplished that, not with squash matches, not with some monumental undefeated streak or some convoluted scheme... but because of what?"
The mixed reaction of the crowd begins to stir to an organized existence when they are prompted by Minio, with a select number of the crowd answering "THE REVOLUTION".
Bobby Minio: "That's right. The Revolution. You're getting it now."
He steps down from the ropes, walking briefly around the ring before ending up dead center in the ring.
Bobby Minio: "I don't care if the Revolution is televised, livestreamed, idolized, screen printed, iron on, hand pressed or o-ppressed!"
Bobby Minio: "I don't give a damn if Matsuda respects the Revolution, rejects the Revolution, or if he decides that he's ready to join the Revolution, because it's not about that. It's about changing the way people think, and from what I can tell..."
Minio takes a moment to look around at the crowd who are now more at attention than they have been with him for a number of weeks.
Bobby Minio: "From what I can tell, I've already accomplished that, and more. See you at Chill Faktor, Matsuda... or, maybe sooner than that."
He begins to walk towards the ropes on the ramp side of the ring before he stops in his tracks, his face reading to the camera as if he just remembered he had forgotten something. It dawns on him as he lets out a silent 'oh yeah' before bringing the mic up at face level. He clears his throat and speaks with both words punctuated by his voice.
Bobby Minio: "Mic drop."
Sleep Now in the Fire kicks on over the PA again as the crowd reacts with more gusto than they had when Minio had arrived. Whether they liked him or didn't know what to think of him yet, the fans knew one thing. They were ready to see what he could do against Matsuda at Chill Faktor.
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God. Asslicker |
After a tough match with KD, Reckless Kid is standing in front of the mirror back in his locker room with his head down and the faucet sink on.
RK:Had him, I had him but I choked once again.
Splashing water in his face as he looks back up and looks back at himself in the mirror.
RK:Man, things I could've done different. I've beaten people like KD before. I lost my focus, forgot what Im fighting for. I should've wrestled a bit smarter and not so "reckless".
Luke chuckles as he looks at himself in the mirror, turns off the faucet and wipes the steam marks off the mirror.
RK: Well come this Chill Faktor. I will be the one who comes out victorious. I'll be the one who's arms are getting raised. Hardcore match for the Hardcore title. Only a foo will let an opportunity like this slip right past them.
A click is heard followed by a buzz sound. As Reckless Kid begins to shave his hair off.
RK:I've been hearing people talk. Saying I'm not ready for this. I don't know what I'm in for. We'll see who's the one ready come ppv Chill Faktor. The time is now! and now! is when i take my throne and put my staple here at OCW!! So guys get ready, a whole new Reckless is coming! a la cmon!
Luke continues to shave his hair off as he turns the radio on and loud. Shoves the camera man out and scene fades.
Matsuda vs Lucky O'Donnell
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WWWYKI! |
To Frost walks out to the ring wearing black sweat pants and a grey tank top as he makes his way down to the ring. The North American championship sits on his shoulder. T-Plex smiles and high fives many fans as he progresses down the ramp before finally entering the ring. He walks to the corner and leans over as a crew member hands him a microphone.
Tobin: Boy is it good to be here tonight. It’s been a long time since I’ve come out here to be with you, my people. The people that I go out every night for to show you that through hard work and dedication anything is possible. By this point in time you should all know my story and what I’ve done to get to this point right now. You know it hasn’t been easy. So I want to say thank you for sticking with me through the ups and the downs. I will forever be in your debt for that. You know that I’m not stopping now. My goal is that belt sitting on Paul Pugh’s shoulder. And you know if I get voted in to the title match on Sunday maybe I can take that home too.
The crowd cheers at the thought of Tobin becoming OCW champion.
Tobin: But that’s a possibility, what I’m here to discuss is a fact. On Sunday I will be defending this, (Looking at the North American championship) against Jacob Trance. How fitting are the three options that you have to choose from. All three matches are battles of will, battles that will show just who wants it more than the mother man. There is the Ironman match, a match that is the greatest test of a wrestler’s endurance. There is the steel cage match where there is no place to run and is sure to take years off of a man’s career. And there is last man standing where two men fight until one man just can’t stand up anymore.
Tobin: I know that I have the mindset and the will to handle anyone of these choices. But does Jacob Trance? He’s been trying to prove to me that he’s a changed man, that what he did to Cody Storm and all his actions in the past are behind him. I’ve learned through the years that talk is cheap. But he can show me just what kind of man he is on Sunday.
Tobin paces around the ring a little before speaking again.
Tobin: At Wrestlution I fought Sean McGee who I despised. But he showed me something in that match. A will to win without any shortcuts, on that night Sean earned my respect. No matter the match Jacob is going to have to show that same will. There won’t be any run ins or tricks. It is going to be two men battling for one of the most prestigious championships this company has. I say to you Jacob and to the OCW universe. Get ready for the T-Plex train because it’s coming, and it’s going to crash right through everything on Sunday.
Tobin walks over to the corner and hands the microphone back to the crew member. He plays to the crowd a bit before exiting as the camera cuts away.
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