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Stacey Clarke is stood in a hallway with a mic in her hand, her and a cameraman are having a conversation between themselves, when song can be heard reverberating down the hallways, getting louder.
'The Legend of Cut-Throat' rounds the corner, revealing it to be he who has been singing his own theme outloud.
He comes to a stop infront of the 2, he eyes Stacey up and down and then twirls his beard with his finger.
Stacey : Excuse me, Mr. Cut-Throat is it, do you have a moment to give us a few words?
Cut-Throat : My dear woman, *he quickly eyes her chest area, and then establishes eye contact again* ..for a wench as 'hearty as ye, ye may have as many words as ye like.
Stacey : Why thank you, but I will get straight to business..the question all of the OCW Universe wants to know is 'Wat's in the box?? Wat's in the box?
A confused look creeps over Cut-Throat's face.
Stacey : Se7en? Kevin Spacey? No? ..Really? Ok then...What's in the sack?
Cut-Throat : Well my fair lassie, I could tell ye, but then I'd have to be introducing ye to the business side of me cutlass, and it'd be a fair shame to waste such a pretty face.
Cut-Throat makes 2 stabbing motions towards Stacey, who slightly recoils by a few steps at the gesture.
Stacey : Sorry I asked..ok another question, we haven't seen a pirate in OCW since the Rated Arrr superstar Chris Baxter, do you hope to emulate the success he had here?
Cut-Throat : My dear Stacey, I not be familiar with this Chris Baxter, but, from what I can see when I cast my eye around these shores, he is no longer here, the Legend of Cut-Throat emulates no-one, the Legend simply lives on.
Cut-Throat : Like most of my pirate brethren before me, I be guessing he went the way of most of those who sailed before me....a pirates biggest downfall...
Stacey : Which is?
Cut-Throat : Greed....Ye be having to play smart, ye see, OCW is headed for new waters, there be a new champion at the wheel, taking us into waters unknown.
Cut-Throat : And it be making no sense for me to be rocking those waters just yet, that's what separates me from those before me, why go for the biggest treasure, and die a blaggard, when ye can go for the most treasure, and live as a legend.
Stacey : I'm not sure I follow you.
Cut-Throat : Let me make it simple for ye...Imagine the OCW champion Mr.Storm as the 'Santa Rosa' ...carrier of the most famous gold, that every fool and his dog has their gaze upon.
Cut-Throat : Most men would die trying to capture that treasure, and be forgotten in the process, just another soul presented to Davey Jones.
Cut-Throat : But this is where Cut-Throat be smarter than the average pirate..ye see, Why go for the 'fools' gold, when there be a much richer bounty out there to plunder.
Stacey : And what exactly is that, all this pirate talk is hard to keep up with.
Cut-Throat breaks into his wide grin, exposing his dull gold teeth as he looks into the camera.
Cut-Throat : The 'H.M.S Matsuda'
The camera fades as Cut-Throat walks away from Stacey, beginning to sing his theme again as he walks away.
KD vs King Tyga
We find ourselves once again in the OCW time machine, transported back in time via a segment recorded earlier in the week. As the camera cuts to a beautiful winter scene, the viewer quickly realizes that they are not looking at the dank, dreary Denver skyline in which Riot was being broadcast.
A sign specify's "WELCOME TO GREENWICH, CT", followed by the words, "POPULATION 60,000". The smugness of those 60,000 citizens seemed almost visible as the camera crew scanned the city streets, making their way to a remote area blocked off by a gate that very clearly reads, "ROTHSCHILD MANOR" in elegant scripted font.
This mansion was an estate that put even Bruce Wayne to shame, opulent in every sense from the lush green grass maintained even in winter's coldest months, to the Victorian era architecture, imported directly from England in the 1800s. This was the home of Dr. Lindsay Rothschild Esq. M.D..
The cameraman buzzes the security guard in his tower, hoping to get him to open the gates.
Security Guard: May I help you?
The guard spoke with a gravely English accent.
Cameraman: Yes… this is Ted with Online Championship Wrestling? We're actually to film a segment for this weeks broadcast… Ms. Rothschild has been made aware…
Security Guard: Ah yes, the Within Your Abode segment? Dr. Rothschild had warned me of your arrival. Come right in.
The gates slowly roll open allowing the small caravan to pass through the long cobblestone driveway, where they are met at the door by Sebastian, Lindsay's butler.
The older gentleman looked as much a part of this building as the handcrafted molding, sauntering about the marble floors that he had spent the majority of his adult life working. He would act as the crews tour guide, because Lindsay wasn't some insolent wrestler trying to get her character over.
He stops the crew in front of a massive oil painting of a gentleman in military regalia.
Sebastian: When Lord Percival Rothschild II sailed over to the New World with his family of five in 1876, his immediate goal was to carve out a home that would stand the test of time.
The tour proceeds through both the Gentleman's and Ladies' Reception Rooms, that lead to the main staircase at the manor's core in the Great Hall.
Sebastian: Lord Rothschild entrusted twelve of Europes brightest architects to construct this, the oldest standing residential manor in the United States. Many of the marble columns were imported directly from England, a task most difficult in those days.
Sebastian: As you can see, money was no issue in this buildings production, and even in its maintenance today, the Rothschild family--
???: …has arguably the oldest money in the US.
Sebastian: Lady Lindsay, what a pleasant surprise!
Lindsay gracefully descends from the massive staircase like some sort of wicked angel from heaven, pushing up her red framed glasses as she reviews her notes on the day.
Lindsay: Which is why it was so easy for me to invest in OCW.
Ted: Invest? What exactly does that mean?
Lindsay: Allow me to break it down for the absent minded. This weekend, when the market crashed due to the Russo/Crimean conflict, the majority of entertainment enterprises were selling for insignificant prices.
Lindsay: It didn't take a genius like myself to see that the conflict would resolve itself, but I saw it as the optimal time to buy some OCW stock.
Ted: How much exactly?
Lindsay: A relatively small amount, actually. Just enough to give me say in the company's operations.
Ted: You mean…
Lindsay: Where as before my only power in the company was my sheer intelligence, today, my friends, Thursday Night Riot will finally have a figurehead with the balls to take the show to a brighter future.
As Lindsay finishes talking, the sound of some one leaning on a car horn in the front lawn of the gardens. Lindsay raises a brow and quickly rushes to the scene. Sebastian and the camera crew follow closely behind.
Outside we find Anna Mosity doing doughnuts in a rental car, tearing up the green grass, dragging around the front gate, which she had run through. Nearby, Eerie Sunshine is seen apparently defecating in the mountain laurel gardens.
Lindsay: YOU STRUMPETS ARE COMPLETELY OUT OF LINE! I'LL HAVE YOU BOTH ARRESTED! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!
Anna stops driving and gets out of the car.
Anna: Yup! The b^&% who's house we're about to egg! Sunshine!
Eerie hastily pulls up trow, and the duo begin hurling eggs at Lindsay and her impressive mansion. As a horde of security pull put to the scene, Betty Ford get into their rental car and high tail it out of there.
The scene fades on a manic Lindsay, covered in egg.
In front of a monitor we find the former North American Champion, a belt made of cardboard and tinfoil around his waist, on the screen we can see Parker's forgotten son, Justin Raze and his various moments of infamy and glory. Jacob balls up a fist and means forward, chomping on his own knuckles.
Trance: "This is likeable?"
Jacob rewinds, watching Raze abuse a disabled child visiting from the make a wish foundation.
Trance: "A man so thirsty he drank Africa dry in monsoon season... A man who thinks it's okay to pick on the handicapped is more well received than I?"
Jacob shakes his head and turns off the television and stares into the camera, dead eyes appearing almost hollow.
Trance: "I'm the North American champion, you people should love me, worship the ground I walk on but instead... Instead you want to cheer for a refrigerator with arms that's only relevant because he went into an army surplus store and bought some camouflage nets to drape over his bulbous, wellness policy violating figure! You people are mentally ill... He has a midget army for Christ sakes!"
At that, a radio goes off loudly in a bush at the corner of the locker room prompting Jacob to rise.
Trance: "This crap again?!"
Jacob charges the plant, diving onto it in anticipation of a little person obscured within. However all he finds is a Tobin Frist battle buddy with a radio duct taped to its chest. He begins to scream with rage but is cut off when a locker above him opens, blasting him in the face. As he recovers a giggling midget wobbles into focus of the camera, having been hiding in the locker. Trance recovers and charges only to be "Mario'd" by the pint sized prankster.
Jacob kicks his legs frantically, stuck fast in the locker, his screams of rage fill the room as the midget calmly retrieves his radio and signs off.
Midget: "Big Bird has been subdued, send in the dispatch team over."
Raze [radio]: "Good job Little Dagger, come on home, over."
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Tobin Frost is mentally preparing for his match when Jim Black walks into the lockerroom to try to get a word with the North American champion. Tobin is sitting on the floor in a butterfly stretch with his eyes closed as Jim approaches. Before he can get Tobin’s attention Lexington Walker stops Jim.
Lexington: What do you think you’re going?
Jim: Tobin and I re…
Lexington cuts him off.
Lexington: Well that was before Tobin was my client. If you need to talk to him you go through me. Right now as you can see he is preparing for the biggest match of his life. He is not to be disturbed. But I can answer any questions you may have.
Jim is taken back but asks a question anyway.
Jim: Well then… Has Tobin had a chance to see and listen to the comments from Cody Storm at the top of the show?
Lexington: Yes my client has and he was not happy about them. The champion put out an open invitation and no one walked down there to shut him up. Had my client not been finishing up a last minute work out session, he would have been out there standing toe to toe with the champion. But alas he gets his opportunity to take down the champion tonight. And with that he gets a chance to take his rightful place atop the OCW Mountain.
Jim tries to speak but Lexington talks over him and continues.
Lexington: Cody talked about being held back and kept from the top. Well my client could make that same claim. You can go up and down the lockerroom and ask who the hardest working man in this company is. And 10 out of 10 will tell you that the man is Tobin Frost. You can ask who is the most respecting man in the lockroom and 10 out of 10 will say Tobin Frost. But has this man had a sniff of the OCW World Heavyweight Championship? The answer is no. Despite all of the accolades he’s rung up. Rookie of the Year, Match of the Night at Wrestlution to name a few. What did that get him? Nothing.
Lexington starts to get into it.
Lexington: The man beat the two time former OCW Champion Tiberius Dupree at the anniversary show. Did that get him a championship opportunity? No! He defeated then champion Paul Pugh did he get a shot Jim? No! But here is the kicker Jim. The fans had the opportunity to right these wrongs by voting him into the championship match at Chill Faktor. The man who has done nothing but fight for the people. To set a positive for these people. To show them how to do things the right way. But who do they vote in instead? Sean McGee, a man for the better part of the year despised these same people.
Lexington: Has that man next to me preparing for the biggest match of his career hasn’t said a word? He’s been doing what he does. That is dropping people on their heads and racking up wins. But that’s why I’m here to say what he won’t say. That is that Tobin Frost is going to go out there tonight and defeat the champion tonight. He is the hardest working man in OCW. The human T-Plex machine. He is The Great Destroyer. The OCW Champion in waiting Tobin Frost!
As Lexington finishes Jim looks up at Tobin Frost who now stands on the side of Lexington. Jim reaches the mic up so Tobin can speak.
Tobin: Arrive… Destroy… Leave…
Lexington smiles as Tobin hops on the balls of his feet. Jim Black looks on as the camera cuts back to ringside.
Dimsmore vs Bobby Minio
The camera swings around to the ramp where Mugen and Pugh have suddenly appeared. They walk towards the ring where Dimsmore has freed himself from Minio’s submission hold.
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HERE WE GO SCAGGS! |
Pugh puts a microphone to his mouth but doesn’t say anything as Minio gets to his feet, ready to fight off the impending doom that seems to be upon him and Dimsmore. Minio taps Dimsmore on the shoulder and helps him to his feet as Mugen gets into the ring, cracking his knuckles as the two stand before him.
Pugh: Dimsy Dimsy Dimsy… Back again I see.
Dimsmore is stumbling about holding his hands in front of him like a boxer
Pugh: As steady as ever huh? Mugen. Hold it.
Mugen is preparing to smash the concussed menace across the jaw with the Lariat as Pugh slides under the bottom rope and between the three of them.
Pugh: He can do this…
Dimsmore steps forward ready to fight the Lord of the Lariat and Kid Ego. Pugh turns around to look Dimsmore in the eye.
Pugh: Can’t you?
Pugh nods and makes the “bullet” gesture at his adversary as Bobby Minio delivers a huge right hand to the back of Dimsmore’s head. Dimsmore falls to the ground, seemingly unconscious as Pugh and Mugen begin to laugh. Minio shrugs his shoulders, and with a sly grin holds three fingers up to the sky – the HiiiPoWeR signal favoured by C4.
Pugh: Oops. Looks like we got you again Luke.
Pugh nods as Mugen and Minio quickly move to scoop up the fallen Mr FI. The crowd have turned increasingly hostile on C4 as they carry Dimsmore’s lifeless corpse out of the ring and up the ramp. An OMG… OMG… chant radiates around the arena but seemingly help is not forthcoming. The scene fades with C4 taking their victim behind the curtain
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