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Previously recorded.
Embarrassment is something Tiberius Octavian Dupree has rarely experienced. A man who cares NOT for the opinions of others, does not get embarrassed, EVER. Yet last week in front of millions he felt the uncomfortable blanket of shame cover him from head to toe.
He’s been so insecure recently it’s downright sickening. What Kassidy Hayes did to him on Riot last week was a travesty of monumental proportions. When that titerus knocked off his “supposed” luscious hair it left him exposed to the entire multiverse and beyond.
Tibby has spent the last few days in front of a mirror repositioning his wig, always uncertain if it’s ‘Better Enough’ for viewing eyes. While he does this he reflects, (pun intended) on ways to seek revenge on Paste Face Lite.
He has a moment of clarity….for the first time in the history of all time, Dupree remembers what someone else said to him. Oddly enough that person is Nathan Carter, Kassidy’s old Ragnarok running mate.
Glorious besticles swing from the sky...and speak with an ominous voice…..
Nathan Carter: Ever wanna see a vampire’s vagina bleed...bring Kass near a body of water. He’ll squeal like a dildo in a….
The memory ends there, Tibby has a revelation! He cracks his classic half smile, grabs his golden scarf and heads out the door.
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WHAT? it's sound advice! |
The Xtron Flickers On!
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Someone is charged up!!!! |
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SO WHAT!!! |
The scene opens with Jim Black standing in front of the promotional poster for Devil’s Night. The audience starts cheering for the poster, more so than Jim.
Jim Black: Devils Night, Vengeance or Glory? Can it get any better than this, Ladies and Gentleman? I’m Jim Black, and standing behind me is the locker room of OCW Hall of Famer, Smy-
Jim Black is suddenly superkicked on the left side of his face, causing him to fall with a hard thud as the microphone flew in the air. From the right side of the camera, a hand reaches out to catch the microphone. Two unfamiliar faces in colorful attire step into view of the camera. The man on the left spoke first.
Flip: Tada! My name is Flip.
Kik: And my name is Kik, and together we are…
Both men: TKF! Team Kicky Flippy!
Kik: Now I know what you’re thinking bruh. What do these two handsome devils that clearly get more ass than every man, woman, and child -
Flip: Child, bruh?
Kik: Okay okay. What do these two handsome devils that clearly get more ass than every man and woman in this arena combined have to do with OCW? Well we’ll answer that for you. We are here to Kick.
Flip: And most certainly Flip our way into the hearts, minds, souls, and panties of every OCW female fan.
Kik: Over the age of eighteen.
Flip: Bruh, goes without saying.
Kik: Not sure bruh. Have you seen our opponents tonight? Cobra has the face of a pedophile.
Flip: Truh Bruh. But who cares about that? Tonight TKF is on a mission. We are going to start...the one...and only….
Both: SUPER KICK CHALLENGE!
Kik: And what IS the Super kick challenge?
Flip: Bruh its kinda like the mannequin challenge, but not as a gay.
Kik: Nor a waste of time bruh.
Flip: Here’s how the challenge works. Every match, we click on Kik’s very own app…
Kik displays his smartphone to the camera.
Flip: All kick has to do is press the big red button in the center like so…
Kik presses the button on his screen, and then the number ten pops on the screen.
Kik: Now here is the challenge bruh. Ten super kicks. Can we get Ten?
Flip: Or more?
Kik: Ten…..
Flip: Or more…
The mic is dropped and the tag team partners walk away in separate directions.
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Oh god! |
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SHUTUP, you SHUTUP!!! these kids are the greatest! |
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Man I can't wait!!!! |
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Shaping up to be a barn burner! |
Previously Recorded
The sound of weights being lifted and slammed into the ground can be heard as we pan into Purge-formance Center in Djibouti, Delaware.
The cameraman walks through the various gym equipment until he reaches the source of the metallic cacophony.
We see Bertha going through her power lifting super set. With the greatest of ease she goes through 10 dead-lifts, 10 power-cleans, 10 overhead presses, and 10 squats.
When she notices the cameraman she drops the weighted bar off her shoulders. The weight impacting the ground is actually enough to knock the cameraman slightly off balance.
Bertha grabs a towel off of the rack and wipes her forehead and the back of her neck, she then snarls at the cameraman.
BERTHA: What are you wanting little man?
CAMERAMAN: I don't know if you've heard, but Sophia called you out on last week's Turmoil, challenging you to a match at Devil's Night.
Bertha's normal scowl deepens even further at the mention of Sophia's challenge. She begins walking towards the locker room area of the Purge-formance Center as she begins.
BERTHA: Sophia is upstart, young lioness, she think because she beat geriatric and up-jumped daughter of legend she can stand face to face with Bertha.
BERTHA: Sophia, you may have face Bombshells... but Bertha is no Bombshell, she is BOMBSHELL KILLER.
BERTHA: You go to Sophia, you ask her; how many World Heavyweight Champion she take to the limit on the second greatest stage in OCW.
BERTHA: You ask Sophia how many legend of this division she has left battered and broken in the middle of ring.
BERTHA: You ask Sophia at the end of match at 12 Year, who was left standing tall when ref decided to interfere on her behalf.
BERTHA: But most important, you ask Sophia what she is going to do when she walk into ring at Devil's Night and she know that there is NO-DQ to protect her.
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Bertha Stiggletz vs Sophia!! NO DQ this is huge!!! |
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Does Sophia want to die? |
TKF
vs
A.C Cobra & Prince Xander
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Did they just... |
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YEP! |
As the scene opens up, a raised view of a boardwalk fanfare area comes into focus. While nightfall blankets the area, the lights of the various rides and attractions shine through the darkness. The camera shows that the area is a ghost town, the absence of crowd noise leaving nothing but a background buzz of an empty carnival area, beeping, buzzing and clips of popular music all rolling into a cacophony of nonsense.
The camera continues to pan around the scene and the source of the view becomes apparent, the camera is sitting on a ferris wheel, the Wonder Wheel at Coney Island, as it slowly glides through the evening. The camera pans further into the cabin of the Wonder Wheel, revealing a man sitting across, glancing out the opposite side. The man, the one man, The One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, hoodied up as he stares out across Coney Island, his eyes glowing as they reflect the lights below. He turns to the camera, lowering the hood as he squares into the frame.
Bobby Minio: A few weeks ago, at the 12 Year show… I found myself in yet another four way dance with some of the usual suspects that have… punctuated my OCW career. Leon, KD… Tobin Frost… and while I didn’t win… I made a statement. I made a mission statement about the next year of my life.
Bobby Minio: I’m not taking another beating lying down. Those days are over, they’re gone.
As he lays out his point, he raises both fists in the air, his elbows planted on his knees. The sleeves on his hoodie tug downward, revealing a glimmering watch on his left wrist.
Bobby Minio: There isn’t an active man, woman or whatever on this roster who needs to catch these hands. It’s just not in your best interests.
He rests his chin onto his left fist.
Bobby Minio: If someone here wants to jam out to The Deadly Rhythm, then be my guest. Don’t let me stop ya… but let me offer this up. Ask the fellas from the 12 Year show if they recommend it. Ask them if they suggest you take a big ass bite out of a TDR courtesy of The One Man Revolution. I’ll put a few bucks down to say they advise you to steer clear. Hell, I’ll put a lot of bucks down. The money doesn’t matter, the message matters.
Minio stops to think for a moment, looking down at the watch on his wrist.
Bobby Minio: Movado. Up until a few weeks ago I thought that was some kind of fartsy chocolate company. Apparently they make great watches. Status symbols.
He unclasps the watch, slipping it from his wrist.
Bobby Minio: Money… and this? These status symbols mean nothing to me.
With a shrug, Minio wings the watch through the cage surrounding the cabin of the Wonder Wheel. The distant sound of clattering reveals that it was no slight of hand trick.
Bobby Minio: Nothing. I’m beyond wealth, it doesn’t change my life, it doesn’t fulfill me and I’d be a mark if I thought it improved my life in any meaningful way. Nah, I’ve moved onto something a bit more substantial.
Bobby Minio: Tonight, over at the Manhattan Show, my brother in arms, Paul Pugh, faces off about the dredd pilates pirate Jookie Marley, in a non title match. That’s good news for me, because it means my buddy Pugh stays out of my way.
Minio leans forward, pulling his sleeves down to cover his arms completely again.
Bobby Minio: Eventually, Jookie and I, we’re going to finally see each other up close. Whether he realizes it or not… this has been in the making for years. Eventually, we have to make good on the match that Ex Division fans used to talk about, under the shadow of Matsuda’s chokehold on that corner of the OCW.
Bobby Minio: Eventually, I rip the gold out of his hands and I send him back to the part timer schedule that he’s historically been more comfortable with. There ain’t a soul in this company, not delusional rook nor desperate vet, who can stop this collision course and worst of all, I’m a patient man. Now or later, this happens.
He shrugs again, turning his gaze back out into the night.
Bobby Minio: Heh, and who knows. Maybe I’ll fish that watch out of the nonsense below and pass it off to Young Jook as a consolation prize. For warming up the Light Heavyweight Title for your boy. After all, I’m a good guy.
The camera follows Minio’s gaze off into the night sky, the slow waves of the ocean reflecting and refracting the lights of the stretch of Coney Island. The scene fades from the dark sky to the next segment.
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I smell money! |
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Oh what a has been vs a never was? PLEASE! |
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