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With a twist of a curl, the Mustard King of Betterness Tiberius Dupree is at the locker room door of the infamous A-Team. Before he knocks he looks over at his sponsored Bombshell, Madeline Osiris who's holding what looks like Dimsmore's FI case. Closer inspection reveals, no blood marks or any dents from recent head bashings. The two nod at each other and knock on the door.
For a long second no one answers, then the door swings open. Felicia Anna-Cruz Escobar, F.A.C.E for short, ushers Tibby and Madeline inside. Sitting at a long oak desk scattered with various documents and folders is Herschel "Hannibal D" Dunny. In adjacent chairs to his right and left are OCW's longest reigning OCW Tag Team Champions, "OG Baracus" Omar Gibbs and Mez Murdock.
The 'loud' aroma mixed with the heavy scented pineapple "Primetime" cigar immediately makes the Canadian Dragon cough, Maddy pats his back. Baracus and Murdock are watching a episode of Dave Chappel Show, burning it down paying no attention to the two. Hannibal flicks his cigar in the ashtray as Tibby approaches.
Hannibal D: Mr. Dupree.
Dupree: Hannibal Dunny, I have a proposition for you.
Hannibal D: The answer is no.
Dupree: But I haven't even said anything...
Dunny goes back to reviewing his papers, Tibby isn't finished. He slams the steel briefcase on the table, snaps it open and spins it towards Dunny.
Dupree: There are two hundred and fifty freshly minted one dollar bills, straight from the LARP Rainmaker himself. Deny C4 their opportunity at tag team gold tonight, and we'll call it even. Deal?
Gibbs gets up from his chair, blunt between his fore fingers, looks in the briefcase, closes it and places it next to him as he takes his seat again.
Hannibal D: Negative.
Dupree: Look we've done business in the past. Why can't we work something out this time as well, eh?
With a cold dead look, Dunny replies.
Hannibal D: Now surely you have important matters to tend to Mr. Dupree. I suggest you tend to those matters...immediately.
Mez stands abruptly, forcing Tibby and Maddy to flinch. They quickly scurry out the locker room as we fade.
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We cut backstage to Jim Black in the boiler room, who is on the look out for the Prime Minister of Ultraviolence, Bedlam, hoping to get a word from the outlandish superstar before his shot at the Hardcore title. With the camera crew close at hand, Jim peers around a corner.
What he sees is unexpected. But at the same time, unexpected.
Bedlam: How do you dregs expect us to make it to Sochi with that effort?!
Bedlam is visible standing on his Droogs like a pair of skis, using two snow markers as sticks, pushing hard but going nowhere.
The camera pans to Jim Black who is slowly backing away, and the camera crew does the same. The scene fades.
Power Nation vs Reckless Kid
* K.Dangelo stands in the back with Jim Black *
Jim Black : Hi K.D you had some interesting comments last week .So what's going on ?
K.Dangelo : Well Bro.Black you see I've been sitting and meditating on this for a while .You see the sinners of OcW just get away with any and everything .
Jim Black : Really how so ?
K.Dangelo : Well look at my opponent tonight young Tobin Frost .He's a thief !
Jim Black : A Thief ?!
K.Dangelo : Yes sir I did say a thief .I was all set to finally receive my one on one shot at the NA title then jumps into the match and steals my glory .He sneaks in and steals the title that should be around my waist .
* the crowd yells PREACH PREACH pREACH ! *
K.Dangelo : Did I get another chance cause this coward ran from me . I don't blame him cause after our last match he was beaten within a inch of his life .Tonight I will expose Bro.Frost and OcW .
Jim Black : How will you do that ?
K.Dangelo : I will punish Bro.Frost of his so many sins .He may not be able to make it to The Clash .They won't have a choice but to put me in the match .
Tonight I show oCw why I belong there and not Bro.Frost .As King David sent out the soldier to be killed so has OcW done with its new favorite son . I am sorry Bro.Frost but we all must be punished for our sins .
Black is color but not in my heart !
Hardcore Championship Triple Threat
Bedlam vs Bobby Minio vs ???
???: Oh… Em… Gee! This show has been absolutely WRETCHED. The card sucks. The opening match sucked. Every… everything sucks!
We return from commercial break to the ungodly piercing voice of Bombshell Initiative recruit Brandi Hostyle, making her OCW Television debut backstage, on the phone with someone who can only be presumed to be her mother.
Brandi: I mean, like doubly you tea eff. How does Dr. Ms. Rothschild expect me to earn my Bombshell Championship match without booking me to the effing show! This sucks! She sucks! Everything sucks!
The muffled voice on the phone seems to have a sharp retort for the emotional Bombshell, who scoffs and flicks her thick black bangs from her eyesight.
Brandi: No you suck!
Brandi hangs up on her caller, and turns directly to Dr. Lindsay Rothschild Esq. M.D., who had been standing out of frame the entire time.
Brandi: Oh… Dr. Ms. Rothschild… I…
Lindsay: Suck. As you so eloquently put it? How about I have you debut next week?
Brandi: That's like, all I ask for, I mean, I'm totally straight edge, my only addiction is competition--
Lindsay: Against the round, brown, backside of the law: Annyana Boo'Tay!
Brandi's eyes widen as Lindsay pats her on the back, exiting the scene as if fades.
The camera pans to the cafeteria in the backstage area of Fresno's Save Mart arena where the Storms are finishing up a meal. Cody takes the trash and tosses it, Cherese follows behind.
Cherese Lee-Storm: "You should see the room they gave us, it's really beautiful. There aren't too many locker areas set up on the outer edge of arenas these days, but they found one for us. fantastic view on this beautiful sun-shiny day! And they gave us a gorgeous furniture set: some chairs and a plush couch."
Cody Storm: "Sounds good, thanks again for taking the duffle earlier. I had to go to Leon's office and answer questions about the 'voodoo' I performed on Trisha. Being around me must have been raising that man's IQ, because I swear he was not this stupid when we were riding together."
The duo exit the cafeteria and head down the hallway towards their dressing room.
Cherese Lee-Storm: "He can't be that stupid, he did dub you as the futu...... Do you hear that?"
Loud rock music seems to be coming from inside the dressing room. Cody nudges Cherese to the side before opening the door.
Cody Storm: "It reeks in here!"
The scene is nothing like what Cherese had described earlier. There's broken glass and half empty beer bottles strewn all over the room. Sawdust has been spilled everywhere, reminiscent of a grungy bar spot. The window with the fantastic view has been shattered, and the hole seems to be couch shaped. The 'gorgeous furniture set' is no where to be found. Instead there's a set of bar stools lined up against the back wall and one Eerie Sunshine seen with a large piece of thick, black, cloth and a staple gun. She drags one of the bar stools over to the broken window and staples the thick cloth over the window. Now the only light in the room comes from the open doorway. Cody throws on the light and kicks his way into the room."
Cody Storm: "WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL?!"
Cody steps aside so that Cherese can see what he's yelling about and her face goes blank.
Cherese Lee-Storm: "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY VIEW?!"
Eerie tosses a beer towards a stunned Cherese who doesn't even react to it and a loud shatter is heard.
Eerie Sunshine: "Or don't..."
Cody Storm: "Again, what have you done to my dressing room?"
Eerie Sunshine: "Your dressing room? I think you mean our dressing room. Bombshell initiative rules. And what's yours is mine."
Cherese Lee-Storm: "HE ALREADY HAS A WIFE!"
Eerie looks appalled.
Eerie Sunshine: "I could never be with a man quite so religious."
Cody Storm: "I am a religion!"
Cherese Lee-Storm: "And I'm going to get to the bottom of this!"
Cherese starts to leave the room but Eerie yells after her.
Eerie Sunshine: "All decisions are final, sorry toots."
Cherese walks back into the room and stares at Cody with a depressed look on her face as the scene fades out on this doomed threesome.
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