Sean “BUFFNESS” McGee is interrupted backstage by the new Hall of Famer Stacey Clark. BUFFNESS seems to be looking around for something, possible his missing tub of BUFFBLASTER.
Stacey: I have a few questions for you Sean, you got a minute?!
BUFFNESS: I'm not here to talk about your meth-head chicken-chested champion or any of these crossfit midgets … the only thing i'm here to discuss is Jaysin Sensation !!!!
Stacey: What is your problem with Mr. Sensation ???
BUFFNESS: THE DISRESPECT IS MY PROBLEM … I WANT THAT COWARD TO FACE ME LIKE A MAN AND ...
Mid sentence Sean is bum rushed from behind with a gigantic boot to the neck. Sandwiched between a pile of stacked crates and the foot of a very large black man with a afro.
The big black man isn’t K’Dangelo or Tobin Frost, he stands over the former World Champion with malice years in the making. Stacey using her backstage awareness flees the scene.
One half of the longest and possibly greatest tag team champions in OCW History grabs a mic from ringside. He gives the stagehand an overly aggressive handshake too ghetto for him to handle.
Mez: NEW FUGGIN’ YORK !!!
The NYC crowd goes nuts for one of their own, he pumps his fists and thugs out.
Mez: It’s good to be back in my old stompin’ ground, ain’t that right BUFFNESS !! Though a ninja forgot what you did to me and my boyz…..
The camera to the Xtron showing OCW officials helping McGee to his feet backstage.
Mez: I could’ve ended you b, right then and there, but shiiiiiit I’d rather body you ova and ova till buffblaster busts out ya tiny pea sized brain....
Mez: You ain’t attached to ya brother at the umbilical no more. Your black ass is all mine….
Mez: And you Tobin...just cuz you upgraded one big black muthafugga for a bigger-blacker muthafugga don’t mean you won’t get yours. K’D we cool b, but get in my way I’ll lay you on your back right beside that bitch you in bed with.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh” the crowd reacts.
Mez: Speakin’ of tag teams, you know who I’m talkin’ bout…. The A-Team.
A-Team chants start, one section starts humming the ominous theme.
Mez: We forever b! We in every thug who ever laced a pair a Timbs, we in every man that ever had to hustle to feed his baby mamas n’ kids….shiiit we prolly up inside yo’ bitch right the fug now!
The crowd goes bonkers.
Mez: But...yeah there’s always a Serena Williams sized butt somewhere…right?
Mez: For now it’s just me. No Baracus, no Hannibal, no F.A.C.E. just me, Busta Free since ‘83…..but I gots you!
He points to the crowd and definitely your baby mama.
Mez: Imma bring the ghetto to OCW like back in the day, shiiit especially with all these bustas and bustettes runnin’ around this bitch, we need a bit a ghetto to balance out the bitch-made.
Mez: So here’s the plan peoples….
Mez: Numba one... Fug up BUFFNESS, Numba two…. Win the Hardcore Classic and Numba three...Fug up Tobin !!!
He gets a intense looks on his face, the hairs in his mustache stand up.
Mez: IT’S BANG TIME !!!
His music blares across the PA system even louder than before. The camera then fades to black as he reaches gorilla.
The camera pans to the announce team.
OCW just got a little bit better! THE MOVEMENT IS NOW!
OCW JUST GOT A LOT BLACKER!, MADISON DO NOT COME HERE DO NOT LOOK!!!! MY QUEEN DO NOT LOOK!!!!
