Since Riot doesn't have any Bombshells Smythe still has a massive lounge set up where the women's change room should be. Smythe is laying on the couch with his left leg raised in a sling as a result of his match with D.Y Nasty last week. His head is in the lap of Blue Diamond and Ron Portman is sitting in the couch across from them as they take in the show.
Ron: Man are you alright you took a rough bump last week? People are saying you may be done.
Smythe: I'll be fine. This leg has been through much more than that. This is precautionary. Trust me if I was hurt or even remotely upset about my leg being targeted last week I would order you to take a bat and end that kid's career.
Ron: I don't think that's a part of the deal.
Blue: No... I'm pretty sure that we all agreed that you don't bite the hand that feeds. If papa bear tells you to smash a kid in the head that's what you will do. You're a hitman for hire, a slave for the whipping, a jester for our entertainment. We like you, a lot, but you work for us. Papa Bear gave you the chance of a lifetime so when we call on you, you answer.
Smythe: Ron, We're a family. Whether you like it or not. You're loyalty to us, is the string that ties you to the greatest oppourtunity of your life. Like Blue said, we like you, but sometimes you have to do what's best for all of us. Because trust me, what's good for me will always eventually be good for you.
Ron: I didn't know I was being held captive by you. I thought you were giving me a shot to be a star in my own right.
Smythe: Trust me Ron, you have a shot in your own right to become whatever you want to become. But because of me you will have every oppourtunity to shine. Every other rookie out here will kill for what you have. All you have to do is be the team player that you told me you would be.
Blue: You play your roll Ron Portman and you will have everything you've ever dreamed of. Like I do!!!
Ron: I don't have the right parts to do it your way Blue.
Smythe: We all have our roles Ron. Your role is simply not to bite the hand that feeds... Also to pour me a drink, I can't walk you know.
Ron: Your ass walked all the way here though to get into that couch.
Smythe: Now it hurts.... so badly!!!
The 3 of the superstars share a laugh as Ron pours Smythe and Blue a drink. The scene closes with Ron realizing that he's signed up for much more than just wrestling.
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Our Hero paces back and forth in the ring. He looks annoyed but this time more so than usual. The operations side of Online Championship Wrestling can be considerably taxing, mentally and physically. Our Hero looks like he hasn't had a good night's sleep in ages. His skin is bright, but not the bright shine of good health. If he had hair it would most doubtfully be thinner.
He continues to pace back and forth as the crowd he strokes his chin as the camera zooms in to show a lots of white hairs on Our Hero's face. It's been a long road, so tired...so so tired. He finally places the microphone to his lips and begins to speak to the capacity crowd.
Our Hero: Ladies and Gentlemen I am the Owner and Operator of Online Championship Wrestling, I go by many names Mr.Sensation, Bossolini, Bossman, Boss, and most notable OUR HERO.
Our Hero: I am out here tonight for one reason, I am the face that runs this place, and I got something I need to get off my chest.
Our Hero: It's really simple I....
Our Hero pauses a moment as if all of the words he wanted to say made a b-line for the door and decided to pour out at the same time. This is a thing now, Our Hero's mind has never been "Sharp". But his sheer will alone has kept OCW running time and time again. He regains his composure once more.
Our Hero: I am sick.....
The Crowd Gasps collectivly.
Our Hero: And tired.....I am sick and tired of no name nobodies coming to OCW claiming to "Take Over", "Dominate", "Rule". Let me make this perfectly clear. Tony zoom it in nice and tight.
The Camera man affixes on Our Hero's face nice and clear. You can see the fire (Yep Yep) the fire.
Our Hero: I've forgotten more things than you'll ever know. I have clawed and scratched and bled for these 4 corners. I've but my body, and my soul on the line to bring this place to where it is today. And I will be good and well god damned if I will let some piss ant punks who don't know asshole from elbow tell me other wise.
Our Hero: And speaking of asshole.....
Our Hero begins to pace once more, an almost smile comes across his face.
Our Hero: The OCW North American Champion, seems to have a problem with me, and How I run things. It wasn't long ago that a young Mugen came through these doors got his ass handed to him and quickly left. Completing this cycle time and time again. Until one day a young Mugen comes into my office and asks me what can he do to improve?
Our Hero: There ain't a secret to success you either make it or you don't. But by hook or by loaded elbow crook he's made it. Tonight he has the chance to become The #1 Contender for the OCW World Championship. He's earned that right. But what he hasn't earned is the right to criticize a company I built with my bare hands, what he hasn't earned the right to run his god damn mouth every chance he gets, what he hasn't earned the right to do is wear god awful gold suits in my god damn ring.
Our Hero: So let me make this clear to Mugen, rookie and everyone else who has a problem with how I run things. This is my world, and you're just paying rent! Keep it up and you will get evicted!.
Our Hero hands the microphone to the ring announcer and makes his way out of the ring and to the back.
