OCW Riot switches to the backstage area where the camera eventually picks up Smythe D. Wonder pacing on his cell phone. He's in his signature black and red suit as his voice becomes clear.
Smythe: So what you're saying to me is that MR. Sensation will not be here tonight. He isn't going to answer me in front of the people? Is that what your saying to me Cookie?
Smythe:So what exactly do I pay you for again? A legend can't make a return and demand to see the boss and demand a few things.
Smythe:What do you mean he doesn't want to talk to me!!! I've been gone for over a year...
???: After tonight you'll be wishing that you stayed gone.
Smythe: I'll call you back Cookie. Someone has addressed me directly, which means someone might have to make a trip to the ER very soon.
Smythe turns slowly to meet face to face with Jonny D . His opponent for the night and one half of Blacklist.
Jonny D: Your first match back and you have to face me. How does that feel? An old dog past his prime having to face this young stud of a lion. Wouldn't you call that a match of the ages? I just hope its a once in a lifetime encounter.
Smythe: I'm New York, but the crappy side of it. In the greatest Wrestling show on earth, the one I put on the map. And, instead of confronting Sensation to make my demands for my return to the ring. I am stuck wrestling you. This feels like, a consolation prize if anything. Jonny laughs putting his hand on Smythe's shoulder. Smythe immediately swats Jonny's hand off.
Jonny D: Look this is the time to realize that this little comeback hype train you have is just some delusion. You can't hang anymore and you're just past your prime, but I'm grateful.
Jonny D: I'm grateful that everyone in the whole world is counting down every second, every breath for your big return and that they're all wondering when's Jonneh? When do I get to expose this fraudulent comeback for what it really is? My chance to take it to the next level.
Smythe: Or, I do what I wanted to do to Sensation to you. Then you come to a realization. That you're good, you may even be really good. But I've been in that ring more times than you can ever imagine. I know every corner, every crevace.
Smythe: And while I have no doubt that you are a future champion in this company. I'm known around the globe for holding guys like you down. Pugh, Trance, Mugen, all of them were licking at my boots when I was here.
Smythe: They would like nothing more than to see me gone again. Cause every second that I'm a part of this sorry excuse for a backstage. I'm the top of the totem pole. Today you'll learn, tomorrow you'll understand.
Jonny walks right into Smythe's face and looks him in the eye.
Jonny D: I'm looking... and I see nothing. Despite all those years of experience and hard work you've become a faded memory. That spot on that totem pole you covet so much is already mine... Legend.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Stonk! words by Jonny D.
Kids got a point thought!
We turn to see Drago Cesar walking down the backstage hallway as Johnny Law, walking beside him, starts talking.
Johnny Law: Drago, I don't have good vibes about this.
Drago Cesar: Johnny, what are you talking about?
Johnny Law: This Djesus guy. I don't know, the way he looks, the way he talks, something doesn't add up here man.
Drago Cesar: Maybe is just you, Johnny. After all, you always tell me you are unsure about something before hunt.
Johnny steps in front of Drago, stopping him.
Johnny Law: Drago, I know I say it a lot, but this time, I really mean it. This guy is a no good, lying sack of crap, I could see it IN HIS EYES when we saw him last week!
Drago Cesar: He help me, Johnny. What else would he do?
Johnny Law: Run you into the ground for his own good. Embarrass you. Make you look like a jackass in front of thousands of people.
Drago Cesar: Johnny, maybe I'm need new image. I'm be successfully hunting people week after week, and nothing. I'm beat world champion one night, nobody care. Perhaps is time for change.
Johnny Law: Change??? You're doing fine as is, you don't nee-
Drago looks to be agitated then sharply replies to Johnny in a louder voice.
Drago Cesar: Yes I'm need this! I'm not going to sit on my ass for many months and sit while everyone pass by me! I want for everybody to remember my name, Johnny, and if this Jesus guy is going to help me get to top, then why not use opportunity? Stop being paranoid, Johnny.
Drago pushes Johnny to the side and walks past him as Mr. Law shakes his head.
Johnny Law: ......$#!t
Johnny starts walking off as the segment fades to black.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Don't ever change!
NO!!!
Vincent Valmont vs Justin Raze
The camera pans to the announce team.
Suplex!
SUUUUPLEX
A backstage locker room appears in frame as the scene opens. The steady sound of pacing feet bed down the soundtrack, and after just a moment, the man responsible for the soft clap of stepping feet walks into frame.
The One Man Revolution Bobby Minio, stands directly in front of the camera. It slowly zooms in to frame the fit of his broad shoulders at the margins of the screen. His face, as usual, burns with intensity.
Bobby Minio: Paul Pugh, your threats sit just as you have since the day you handed the OCW World title to that kinky haired clown Cody Storm. Idle. You’ve left me waiting, and as quickly as your return had begun, I’m bored with you. I’m bored with the hope that you might show up and address me. I’m restless at the thought that I might have the chance to cover your body, head to toe, with my boot prints.
Bobby Minio: Your return has been met with the same enthusiasm as a wet fart. People are just checking to see if something ACTUALLY HAPPENED. Unfortunately, there’s no skid mark here, outside of the crappy streak you suicided your career on. You, and your return, are a joke…
Bobby Minio: … and to think, they called MY revolution a lie. The revolution, like my heart, continues to beat like a bomb. The revolution is not over until the goals have been accomplished, and truthfully, I’ve barely even begun. My only question is, how long will you sit on your couch, your brain as fried as your hair from the bleach soaking through your scalp as you zone out watching me on your TV, before you get off your butt rocking ass and come DO SOMETHING? Disgust flies from Minio’s mouth like spit from lisping lips. He shakes his head in annoyance, having worked himself up in his ranting. Out of frame, his arm moves as something bangs against the concrete floor.
Bobby Minio: Now, onto more pressing, or depressing matters. Jacob Trance and the Batty Bunch. Tonight, I meet Trance in the center of the ring, with or without the Transon family, and I show him the difference between Pugh and I. I’m still here. I’m still fighting. I’m still continuing my mission, my revolution, to make the OCW a better place. Trance did some of my dirty work, sending Storm to the Alumni page on the OCW website, unfortunately, it bumped Trance to the top of the list.
Bobby Minio: No more cults. No more families of lost potential and misled careers. No more. I can’t suffer this fool any longer and he just got started. Mugen might not be here to have my back tonight against the Family, with the OCW sending him and Matsuda off to some PR tour of Kanagawa, but I’m going to make due with what I can, because tonight I’m bringing the equalizer with me.
He steps back, more of his body fitting into frame, as he reveals his weapon of choice. A black steel folding chair. He lifts it up, winding his body up before crashing the chair against a locker in an ear shattering collision that echoes off of the brick walls of the backstage hallways.
Bobby Minio: This is all I need right here, Trance. A good ol’ fashioned steel chair. I don’t need a cult of followers. I don’t need to steal someone’s close friend away from their personality and their values, all I need is this, my boots and my mitts. Get your favorite lipgloss ready Jakey, because tonight you kiss all three, with or without consent.
Minio stares into camera for just a moment before smashing the chair into the locker one more time for good measure. He lifts the chair up, leaning it against his shoulder like a rifle, and marches off into the endless hallways of the arena’s backstage corridors.
