The main event has concluded and Your World Heavyweight Champion has come back to life after having been laid out by a Pughdigree. He's pounding on the mat yelling, guttural noises coming from his chest.
Cody Storm: "WE HAD THE MATCH WON! WE HAD IT WON AND YOU DIDN'T BOTHER TO STEP INTO THE RING AND STOP THEM FROM BREAKING UP THE PIN!"
Storm gets up and takes a few fast steps towards Tobin who's just standing in the corner, shaking his head, watching the Champion freak out.
Cody Storm: "AND THEN YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO HELP ME......."
Cody yells again as he turns away from Tobin. The yelling seems to be calming him down as his chest begins rising and falling at a slower pace and he takes deeper breaths. He turns back towards Frost talking to him, but almost more to himself.
Cody Storm: "It's not your fault.... I got hit, I got pinned. And you may be a different Tobin Frost, but I shouldn't just assume that you can totally change seemingly overnight. Breaking up a fair pin isn't exactly in your nature."
Just as Your World Heavyweight Champion begins to calm down Leonheart comes out from the backstage area holding a microphone in his hand.
Leonheart: "You all may not have won here tonight, but you put up a hell of a fight against the odds and showed what our OCW Champions are made of. For that you have my congratulations. However, that's not why I'm out here tonight. Tonight is about clearing things up and cleaning things up. While I was gone a few weeks ago Dr. Rothschild took it upon herself to make the main event between the two of you a match-up for the World Heavyweight Championship."
The begins to part as conspicuously only one of the masked men makes his way down to the front of the barricade. Cody flashes his palm to the man signaling that he stay where he's at.
Leonheart: "She overstepped her bounds. Lindsey Rothschild does NOT have the power to do that. It's just not good for business. Tobin Frost isn't even elligible to fight for the OCW World Heavyweight Championship; at least not while he's holding on to the North American title, that's something we'll remedy next week. But there does need to be a number one contender and that's why I've decided that at Road to Glory a man that has worked harder than anyone else in the back for almost ten straight years will finally get his one on one World Heavyweight Championship title shot. Come on out!"
Tobin looks irate at Leonheart as "I'mma put it on the line, cause it's my time!" practically smacks Storm and Frost in their foreheads, and out steps the new number one contender for the World title: K.D'Angelo. All of the men stare each other down as the scene comes to a close.
As we return from our final commercial of the evening we join C4 on their way back through the curtain after their win over Your World Champion and Your Former Number One Contender. They still seem incredibly hyped as Pugh stops in the hall.
Pugh: Job done. Exactly like we said Bobby. Their World Champion felled by the most complete team in OCW History...
Pugh shakes the hands of Mugen and Minio respectively.
Pugh: Pull the car around, its time to celebrate!
Minio: Shall we change first?
Mugen: Bobby, changing is not how winners roll. We will party into the night wearing our gear... everybody needs to know how successful we have been tonight...
Pugh: Actually, I have to drain the old egomaniac, I'll catch you gents up.
Pugh tears off from the pack and begins walking down an adjecent hallway. His progress however is about to be halted by a slightly weakened stable of lunatics. Pugh stops dead as the camera swings to show Tiberius Dupree and Patolomai standing between him and sweet relief.
Pugh: Wow. So route one. Obvious. What are you Cerberus now? So what is it? You pair of clowns are going to attack me right? Well.. have at it. Go on!
Pugh sticks his jaw out to the side and begins pointing at it, begging one of them to smack him and start a brawl. A few moments pass as Dupree and Pato remain silent. Pugh grins and chuckles.
Pugh: Wow... you really are a sissy... I can't believe I'm even sat here wasting my tim...*WHACK*
Quick as a lick, a familiar figure steps out of the shadows as a lifeless Pugh drops to the ground. The returning figure peels back his hooded top to reveal that OMG just got 25% stronger. Standing over his fallen victim, Luke S Dimsmore nods to his fellow stablemates and grabs the lifeless Kid Ego by the hand. As the group turns to leave, Dimsmore begins to drag his prey, ragdoll style, out of shot. Riot goes off the air with an uncertain air surrounding what happens next.
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