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Following the conclusion of his match on Riot, Dimsmore is seen with bags packed and walking to his rental. An OCW camera crew darts over to him as he’s walking.
Dimsmore: You see, no words were needed. Nothing needed to be said, explained or expounded upon. The only thing that needed to happen is what happened out there.
Dimsmore: The obvious thing is that Robert Minio was not then, now or ever was built to represent The PURGE. And I reminded him of that.
Cameraman: So what's next for Dimsmore?
By now, they have reached the rental. Dimsmore loads his luggage in the trunk and walks back around to the driver side door.
Dimsmore: What's next? Well after Lord Mugenta, Brothers Baker, Tobin and Kass and Sister Bertha control and dismantle their oppositions at Devils Night, it will be time for me to pay someone a visit.
Dimsmore climbs in his car but leaves the door open.
Dimsmore: And time for me to cause some disquietude.
Dimsmore gives a slight grin before closing the door and pulling off.
The camera pans to the announce team.
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What does he mean? |
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I guess we are going to find out! |
Paul Pugh vs Bill Ding
The camera pans to the announce team.
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WAIT JUST A SECOND!!! |
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HAHAHA I LOVE IT!!! |
We pan to the OCW parking lot where Wes Pepperton is just about to get in his old Ford pick up heading home for some steak and potatoes. He pauses to give a few words as the camera pans closer.
Wes Pepperton: I can’t remember who said it, I think it was H2O last week...something about giving his blood, sweat and tears for this business...and I’ve heard others say it as well.
Wes Peperton: Is that all you have? Blood, Sweat and Tears? Hopping around like a 7 year old on Jolt? Is that all any of you can give?
Wes Pepperton: Let me tell you what I will give this division and to OCW in a nutshell.
He raises his index finger to the count of one.
Wes Pepperton: One….Professional Wrestling and when I use those terms, I refer to a PROFESSIONAL in and out of the ring. And when I say WRESTLING, I mean actual WRESTLING, not using the ring as a launching pad. Or flipping flat on your face just to land on some mark’s highlight reel.
He adds his middle finger to the mix.
Wes Pepperton: Two...Pedigree, wrestling is in my blood. I am this industry’s ONLY 6th Generation Wrestler. That’s right before any of you even thought about kicking in your mother’s overly seeded wombs, I was executing hammerlocks and arm bars, the Pepperton Way...
The third and final finger raises.
Wes Pepperton: And Three….my Life. That’s right, my father died in an OCW ring...he literally gave his life for this company and this industry. I plan to do exactly the same...I will wrestle like it’s the old country...till I die. Are any of you willing to do the same?
The camera fades as he slams the door to his pick-up.
The camera pans to the announce team.
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Bold words from the young man! |
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He sounds like he's 75 and put some god dam knee pads on, son! |
At the top of the ramp, Madison took in the mixture of whistles and jeers from the audience. She wore a smirk that could be seen a mile away. Pugh stood at the bottom of the ramp, his demeanor was hard to read, even after her foul play.
Madison: Someone get that man a mic. On second thought, no. Mic time should only be a thing for winners. You see...while you're spending this evening losing to Bill Ding, The Black King is chasing history. A perfect circle for the Television Title this Friday night on Turmoil.
The audience boos her, but she continues speaking.
Madison: When it comes to strategy, Tobin has nothing on me. As Queen of OCW, I understand that for my King to dominate the future...I must help him seize the present, and understand the past. That very same past that OCW’s higher ups just aren't able to move on from.
Madison: I’ve read about you. Studied you. The way you wrestle. The way you conduct your business. Paul Pugh...you are the definition of a professional.
Madison: But!
Madison raised her hand to silence the crowd.
Madison: The old you. Well… you ARE the old you. Let me rephrase that. The Paul Pugh that I watched from my dorm room wouldn't have fallen for such a minor trick. Getting distracted by music?
Looking very annoyed, Pugh starts walking up the ramp.
Madison: Consider us even for your unwarranted interruption of Queen appreciation day. I'm out here to offer you a Pardon. A Queen’s pardon.
She starts to back away, realizing Pugh wasn’t going to stop.
Madison: ... I'm offering you a chance to back out of this match. If you some how managed to win this Sunday...then our Turmoil contracts are terminated. In our General Manager’s infinite wisdom...he's chosen to punish us for Dennis being a fighting Champion. Rather than get beat up for a half an hour...take the night off, Pugh. Don't tarnish the little respect I have left for you.
Madison quickly runs behind the curtain once Pugh reaches the stage. He turned to the camera and grinned as the scene faded. Dennis and Drago aren't the only ones seeking vengeance this Sunday...
The camera pans to the announce team.
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So rude! |
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Word up! |
Kassidy Hayes can be seen walking around backstage, hood down, showing off the stolen locks of Dupree. He has a smirk on his face as he removes the wig from his head and places it inside a briefcase in which he locks before heading out to the ring.
The Xtron Flickers On!
Kassidy: Dupree you have been in OCW a long time but your greatest mistake was slapping the hair follicles out of my head. You crossed a line that should not have been crossed and so now you had to be taught a lesson. Do Not Cross The PURGE!
Kassidy: My brother Dimsmore shaved your head and yet you thought it was a good idea to undermine where purge put you in your place and to wear this wig,
Kassidy pops open the briefcase and pulls out the golden locks, the crowd just gasps, Kassidy drops the wig back into the case.
Kassidy: You made it my responsibility to put you back in your place, you were walking around like hot shit and letting these people believe your fusade of glorious hair, then I knocked you back down to reality. After which I did indeed steal your hair, keeping you mentally at rock bottom, dupree, and if you want this back since you clearly can’t find another option
Kass chuckles a bit,
Kassidy: At Devil’s Night I give you a opportunity, No, your ONLY opportunity to win this hair back and to do so, you will need to climb a ladder and grab this briefcase in which your hair will be, before I do.
The Camera Pans To The Ring!
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THAT FIEND!!!! |
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All is fair in war! |
Smythe D. Wonder vs Drago Cesar
The camera pans to the announce team.
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Like a precsion lazer beam!!! |
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Right on the button! |
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