We come back from break to find Seb in the Rev Inc locker room sitting at the round table in the center of the room following his attack on Jackson Montgomery.
Seb: Oh hey there fella, you're a sneaky kitty. I have some OCW brand Pugh Beef Jerky for ya.
He reached into his bag and pulled out said Jerky and offered it to who the viewers could only assume was Bubba, Drago's pet lion.
Seb: I hope you're not a vegan lion.
The Englishman fed more of the jerky to the lion before the locker room door opened and Dustin White walked in, a puzzled look on his face.
Dustin: Ah what are you doing bro?
Seb looked up at Dustin and grinned.
Seb: Hey buddy just in time to feed the lion.
Dustin: You know you're just dropping that on the floor right and Bubba ain't here bub.
Seb shook his head and looked back at Dustin, but he wasn't there the room was empty. At Seb's feet a small pile of beef jerky lay on the floor no lion in sight. He bent down picked up a piece of the jerked meat and put it in his mouth, something he instantly regretted as he spat it out.
Seb: blarck that Pugh jerky tastes like a hookers dookie hole. No wonder Bubba didn't want any.
Abbott stared at the wall for a moment before shaking his head.
Seb: Did I just beat up Margaret Thatcher?
The scene fades out and we come back to the Riot announce team...
The camera pans to the announce team.
That boy....That boy ain't right!
See what happens when you take too much head trauma!
Luther now sits next to Jack, and Leon lays on a collection of cases of Pilsners and Lagers, drinking quickly.
Jack: You know what Leon, I didn't think you had this side in you. Drinking beer like I snort lines, quickly, efficiently and in doubles. I haven't seen you even leave one grenade. Color me impressed.
Leon: It was either this, or I take one of your ass bags and do whatever drug I can to erase the scene I just voluntarily witnessed.
Luther: Shut up you prissy c*nt.
Leon: What is it with the c word and you? You know, after a while it loses its effectiveness, and just becomes part of your accepted vernacular.
Luther: Don't start trying to use big fancy words with me you fancy asshole.
Leon: What big words? All I s....
Jack: Leon, 3 syllables or less champ. Keep it simple. Luther has two settings, hurt and be ready to hurt. let's keep him at be ready while we're all in the car.
Leon: Fine, fine. Also Luther...what's the deal with the lack of clothes, I mean, if we stop, I can get you some nice threads. Consider it a gift.
Luther: You know what you can consider a gift?
Leon: You're going to say deez nuts aren't you?
Luther: DEEEEZ NUTS!
Leon: You didn't have to actually grab them.
Luther: IT'S FOR EFFECT YOU C*NT!
Jack: Ok, let's focus fellas. We're back, and we need to make sure everyone realizes that, in a big way. Any plans?
Leon (pretty intoxicated at this point): Could just send in Luther to the Rev Inc locker room and watch the fireworks happen.
Jack: Madison's still there?
Leon: Probably.
Luther: She the blonde I saw i the pictures?
Jack: Yep.
Luther just grumbles a bit to himself, smiling awkwardly occasionally.
Leon: You're picturing yourself doing what you did to those poor girls back at the bridge aren't you?
Luther just smiles. Leon closes his eyes and his head shakes hard like he's trying to get the thoughts out of his head.
Leon: NOPE! Still there.
Leon cracks open another beer and chugs it down quickly.
Leon: Driver...speed up. I need this ride to be over.
Scene fades with Luther still making that terrifying awkward face, and Jack doing bumps of something off of his fist, and Leon cracking open beers, 2 at a time.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Couple of animals those 3
DEGENERATION!
Drago vs Pugh
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The camera pans to the announce team.
BY GOD!!!
Awesome!
It had been a few weeks since OCW presented ‘Road to Glory’ live on pay per view. ‘Our Humble Hero’ Dennis Black stooped over a bench in the Osaka Pro Dojo locker room.
He was soaked in sweat as an air of defeat malingered around him. He had put himself through another unnecessarily grueling workout, trying to atone in any way, big or small, for almost losing the OCW Television title to Djesus Jones.
A heavy cloud of despair surrounded Dennis. His beloved Turmoil had become even more so fraudulent as excitement buzzed with a participation award the size of a briefcase.
The once renowned Future investment briefcase had become nothing more than the fifi award. Revolution Inc was falling apart due to Drago challenging Nate, and the mind games of his Lution opponent weighed heavily upon him.
The sound of an opening door startled the ocw star. Standing there was his reason for training at the dojo, Masa lfune. lfune stroked his roguish beard, looking the newcomer up and down.
lfune: Black, you're supposed to be some kind of genius, right? The once-in-a-generation talent your advocate claims you to be? So why do you have so much trouble understanding a two-letter word like 'no'?
Deep breaths, Doug, he told himself. Getting angry wasn't going to help anyone. Particularly, it wouldn't help him. Dennis turned to face the Japanese Legend.
Dennis: But you're the only one I can ask. And you're supposed to be my teacher. It's literally part of your job to educate me on how to beat him.
lfune: I told your advocate I would take a look at your in ring ability. I never claimed I'd teach you a thing. I told her The young lion is fierce, but lacking in discipline. He's not ready for Hideto Matsuda.
Dennis’s eyes narrow.
Dennis: But I'm-
lfune: In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.
We come back from break to find Seb in the Rev Inc locker room sitting at the round table in the center of the room following his attack on Jackson Montgomery.
