Scene opens up with with Luke Fuentes walking into the Bridgestone arena backstage. Holding his gym bag packed with tonight's attire.Reckless makes his way past all the OCW Fans, waiting to see their favorite superstar. Luke waves to the fans as he passes by security working his way toward the list of tonight's matches.
arriving to the list, Luke puts down his bag, takes off his sunglasses and puts his finger starting from the top and works his way down till he see's his name.
RK: Me and Drago are teaming up tonight? I don't like the sound of that. He's Luke Bear whistle will not work tonight, and neither will I!
RK: When will these people get? I no longer run beside no man, I am forever solo. If I want a tag team partner for a tag team match. I decide who it's going to be. Drago and I don't even mix, in fact we don't even like eachother! Picking up his bag, He begins to hear a faint whistle in the distance.
RK: Not tonight Drago. Looks like the fans get to watch R.W.R tonight. For Reckless marches to his own drum man. Putting back on his sunglasses, with bag in hand. He turns to the camera before he heads out.
RK: Fans, Enjoy your R.W.R! I'll see you guys next week.
with those words being said. Luke begins to walk back outside the building where the fans are standing, Looking over at the fans, Reckless notices one of the fans holding up a sign that reads " R.W.R". Without saying a word, Luke smirks and points at the sign as he makes his way back to his 1968 black charger.
scene fades.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Lukes all fired up!
CMON!!!
The Xtron Flickers on!
I love these.
Word!
We cut backstage to the locker room of the Strong Style Daigaku, who were clearly on the rocks judging by the demeanor of the two men sitting in the room. Matsuda angrily read an Idol magazine featuring the Masked Bombshell X on the cover with the title,
"マースクトボムシェルエックス?", while his partner Mugen seemed to be waiting for the right moment to speak to his upset friend, uncomfortably basking in the awkward silence.
Mugen stands up to speak, and Matsuda noisily turns the page, causing Mugen to lose his nerve again. After this goes on for much to long, the Lord of the Lariat finally bites down and speaks.
Mugen: So this is how we're going to deal with this? Matsuda turns the page.
Mugen: Maybe you forgot why we started THIS but I didn't. All gold everything? Remember that? It feels like forever ago.
Matsuda turns the page.
Mugen: Fine. Ignore me all you want. But you should know that you're taking this out on the wrong guy. Or did you forget that Trance and his cronies kicked the yellow off you and you still haven't done a DAMN thing about it.
Matsuda moves to turn the page, but stops, raising a brow. Mugen was right.
Mugen: And the head caving son of a bitch that I teamed up with months ago would never take a beating lying down. Whether you like it or not, it is literally us against the Family come the Anniversary show. And I'd much rather go into battle with you at my side than without you. Mugen places a hand on the still silent Matsuda's shoulder before leaving the locker room, and Matsuda, who closes the magazine, tossing it to the side as the scene fades.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Trouble in Paradise?
Coolant heads will prevail!
Chief vs Espado
The camera pans to the announce team.
What an interesting bout.
Indeed!
We cut to Drago looking fairly pissed because of Luke's statements about him. The camera lowers to reveal a good cold beer in his hands. Looking fairly regretful already, he takes another swig before speaking to the camera.
Drago Cesar: Mr. Big Luke Bear, I’m think we could be friends tonight. I know you call me the garbage, but maybe we could talk things out, show you new Luke Bear whistle. But NO, you fackin piece of shet, you leave me for Blacklist to make me humble, you are no gud son of a betch! You are WORSE than the Jookie Marley, you fackin asshat jabroni!
Drago looks at his beer, drinks the last portion of it, and throws it to the ground breaking it into pieces. He hears a voice coming from the hallways, the voice of Johnny Law.
Johnny Law: What the hell is going on over there?
The Iron Drago: SHUT THE FACK UP JOHNNY, NOBODY ASK YOU ANYTHING, I NEED MORE GOOD COLD BEER!
Johnny finally catches up to Drago, and notices that he’s completely plastered.
Johnny Law: Oh my God, have you been drinking again?
The Iron Drago: Again? What the fack are you talking about jabroni?
Johnny Law: You remember that one time in Tijuana where you were partying all night long, got your ass drunk, and thought that one guy was a sasquatch?
Drago shakes his head and burps.
The Iron Drago:Johnny, my memory is shet at moment.
Johnny walks away, clearly frustrated. Drago turns back to the camera.
The Iron Drago: Ok, where was I…...Oh, I’m gonna talk about who the real and the jabroni is in the OCW. You ready for the list of the real?
Drago holds out his right hand, and points his left index finger to each finger in his right hand as he lists off the various people who are “the real”.
The Iron Drago: Drago.
Drago.
Drago.
Drago.
And Drago.
Drago takes his right hand and waves it all over the camera like the drunkard he is. He stops and speaks again.
The Iron Drago: And who are the fackin jabroni low life pieces of shet who are worse than the dead dog shet baby ant dick? EVERYONE ELSE, BECAUSE I AM THE RARE, ALL AMERICAN, GOLD MEDAL BUBBA!
All of a sudden, Drago’s face winces and he runs over to the nearest garbage can, hurling as a result of the excessive good cold beer he’s been drinking. After about a minute, Drago returns to the view of the camera where he’s looking a little pale.
The Iron Drago: I come here to the Riot, I work my ass off, and I prove to the everyone that I am the workhorse. But how many RESPACT do I fackin get? NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! I STILL remember that time I make that fackin world chump jabroni the Cody the Storm humble! I kick the fack outta him with the end of my little finger, and who give a shet?
The Iron Drago: Nobody! People still think I am the joke, they think I am the FRAUD. And why I’m never fight the fackin Matsuda, the LEGEND? Because everybody know that I make that fake Japanese piece of garbage humble any day of the week, and I take his fackin title and shove it up his ass, because he NEVER gonna take my title bubba. What title does the Drago have?
The Iron Drago:WORLD HUNTING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, because I am the facking LEGEND! The Air Conditioning Cobra try to beat him, but everybody know he a facking jobber because he always get humbled. THE PEOPLE GIVE HIM THE TITLE SHOT, WHAT HE DO? HE FACK IT UP LIKE THE BIGGEST JABRONI SINCE THE SMYTHE BUBBA!
Drago looks at the ground for a while, reflective on everything that’s happened recently, and probably thinking whether he should proceed because if his alter ego keeps talking like this, he might end up in deep trouble. He shrugs.
The Iron Drago: I need more good cold beer. Drago walks off and the segment fades to black, but not before we hear this….
