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The Superman theme starts up around the arena as Sean McGee, A.K.A. "BUFFNESS" makes his way to the ring with a mic in his hand and a complete disregard for the hands thrust out towards him from the fans. He climbs into the ring and pulls out a business card that the camera zooms in on. There's a large Star of David taking up the entire card.
BUFFNESS: "What you didn't think I'd go back to the scene and check it out?"
I Want It All drowns out whatever McGee said next as Cody Storm makes his way out to the ramp with a smile on his face.
Cody Storm: "I kind of hoped you would; hence the calling card."
BUFFNESS: "Wipe that damn smirk off of your ugly face! You're going to explain this to me right now. why would you do that?"
McGee climbs out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp to come face to face with Storm.
Cody Storm: "You're messing with what I'm working towards: my shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. So i messed with your current goal: being a nice guy."
BUFFNESS: "Well at Chill Faktor you'll get a first hand demonstration on what a not-nice guy I am. I went backstage and showed this card to Leon and agreed to let me name the stipulations to be voted on for our match this Sunday: a Falls Count Anywhere match, an I Quit match, or a Two out of Three Falls match. No matter which way the vote goes, you won't be walking out of Chill Faktor with that title shot. I guarantee it!"
Cody goes for a clothesline on Sean, but McGee ducks it and turns around pushing Cody who goes tumbling down the ramp. When he gets back up and turns around McGee is gone and the camera pans away with Storm fuming.
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If a locker room could get labeled as being the best damn locker room in existence, it would be the OMG locker room. Because even in the home of Mr. Potato Head they know how to treat the Princes of the Universe.
Basically the homegrown version of Dave & Busters, with a fully catered table of various foods, a wall sized HDTV, a not so mini bar, a oddly shaped punching bag, and more video/arcade games than your nano-thumbs can fathom.
Our Villian and Super Junior Triple Crown Champion Matsuda is sitting on the couch playing his Xbox One with Minami, barking out commands in Japanese. Patolomai is indulging himself at the catering table, another pre-match ritual of his.
Dimsmore and Lacey Love sit at the not so mini bar enjoying a few drinks, just as the locker room door slides open just enough for the Canadian Dragon of Betterness Tiberius Dupree to slip through. He closes the door shut and looks around the room frantically.
Dupree: Hide me quick, their after me!
Patolomai: What treachery troubles your majestic, magenta, majesty Tiberius?
Dupree: The suits, I seen them asking people in the building if they've seen me. I dunno who they are, I think they're assassins!
Patolamai's proficient olfactory pallet processes the predicament in a flutter of nimbly trained nostrils.
Patolomai: Soldiers of fortune? I assure you not.
Matsuda: Maybe they are assassins, I know I've wanted to kill him on more than one occasion.
Dupree: Just hide me please, anywhere hurry up, their comingggggggggggg!
Matsuda: Fine, hide over there behind the Ms. Pac-Man machine, nobody plays that but Dims.
Dimsmore: I'll break your fingers on some Ms. Pac-Man.
Tibby runs and hides behind the arcade machine, just as there's a cop like knock at the door. They quickly enter without anyone answering. They walk right over to Matsuda and Minami.
Suit#1: We're from Immigration and Naturalization Services, we're looking for this illegal resident.
The INS agent holds up a picture of Tibby with his purple hair.
Suit#2: Have you seen this man?
A maniacal grin crosses Suda's face.
Matsuda: Sure have, he's right over there behind Ms. Pac-Man.
Overhearing his arch-nemesis rat him out he comes from behind Ms. Pac-Man.
Dupree: I hate you, I really do.
Suit#1: Do you have any identification, a passport or work visa?
Tibby frantically checks his pockets and comes up empty.
Dupree: It was...it was right here...
Suit#2: Sir can you please follow us outside, let's not make an unnecessary scene.
Dupree: Your not going to torture me are you? I swear I don't know anything!
Suit#2: Just come with us please.
Tibby reluctantly but peacefully follow the two suits out the room. Matsuda is laughing hysterically.
Matsuda: That just brightened my day.
Patolomai: You know this is Mugen's modus operandi. Are you sure that wise, Hideto?
Matsuda: We've all spent a little time in prison, it builds character. Just look at me.
He poses for the camera, Minami playfully joins him.
Dimsmore: You know he won't survive the night, right.
Matsuda: That's if he doesn't get deported first.
The only person looking concerned about Dupree's well being is Pato, and even he more focused on his horderves before his main course later tonight. The camera fades to a brief commercial.
Cody Storm vs MUGEN vs Tobin Frost
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I DEMAND A RECOUNT! |
Jacob sighs, looking at the running order for the evening, facing the brilliantly minded behemoth known as Patolomai, a savage turn intellectual, with, no ones favourite person, except himself, Paul Pugh as the special guest referee.
Jacob Trance: "Pato eh? Have I wrestled him before... I honest to god can't remember..."
He scratches his head.
Jacob Trance: "Well... The bigger they are, the harder they fall and what better time to do it than in the main event for RIOT with the OCW champion watching, maybe it'll influence that vote if I beat Pato... Or maybe Pugh will influence the match for me... No, he's more likely to pedigree everyone, ring announcer included."
Jacob chuckles to himself.
Jacob Trance: "Of course, it might be best if I just throw the match, that way I'm fighting fit for Frost... I don't even know what match that's going to be, I hope to god it's not a last man standing... I lost one of those to Evan Knox, of all people..."
Jacob smacks his boots, finishing lacing.
Jacob Trance: "Well, time to earn my keep..."
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