The King of Kindness and the One Man Revolution stalk around the inside perimeter of the ring, fired up as they both remove the masks from their faces.
The crowd is eating it up, a mixture of boos and cheers raining down from the rafters right up to the front row, but while the reaction is mixed, it is a REACTION.
The two stop in their tracks, standing facing each other from opposite corners as Minio lifts his chin, waiting for a response from Mugen.
After a pregnant pause, Mugen shuts his eyes, nodding his head once towards his good friend. This queue is more than enough for Minio, who shouts at the top of his lungs…
Bobby Minio: GET ME A GODDAMNED MIC!
His head cocks back as he shouts, his arm dramatically outstretched over the ropes, as a stage-hand scurries up onto the apron, throwing caution to the wind and placing a microphone into Minio’s palm.
The cheers shift to mostly boos, as Minio with a microphone tends to earn the ire of the crowd.
His eyes lock down, tight with ecstasy as he grips the microphone in his hand.
It has been well over a season since Minio has stood in the ring with a microphone, this was by design, and he has been saving up his energy.
He brings the microphone, slowly, deliberately in front of his face, his eyes still shut, as he utters the opening words, his eyes widening after the first sentence.
Bobby Minio: AIN’T THAT ABOUT A BITCH?
Bobby Minio: For a couple of years now, the OCW lived in a shadow, now, it was a tiny shadow, a five foot nothing shadow, but a shadow with an ego so massive it could black out the entire ring.
Bobby Minio: … And now that shadow is lifted. It did us a kindness, it marched itself right out the front door.
He begins to pace around the ring, Mugen is leaning against a turnbuckle with a huge grin on his face as he motions for Minio to keep on going. He is taking a step back tonight to give Minio the floor.
Bobby Minio: See it turns out, the great off-white hope, he wasn’t running around here powering his way through matches to overcome the odds out of will power, skill and character.
Bobby Minio: No, he cruised through his matches because his basic white bitch cut rate Fox News anchor was using his narrow little ass like a dart board, gassing him up with enough go juice to win EVERY GODDAMNED title in this company.
Bobby Minio: All along the way, real ones like myself? We were overlooked in favor of the new hotness.
Bobby Minio: He was all over the signage, the logos, the posters, and me?
Bobby Minio: I barely got added to the Certified Greatness poster, due to the fact that I was a critical part of a main event that many people fought to prevent me being included in, in the first damn place!
Bobby Minio: I got there, and I performed in there, through pure grit. I didn’t have to send some Ku Klux C*** down south of the border to pick up a bunch of s*** that hasn’t been legal stateside since the cold war era!
He stops in his tracks, dead center in the ring. He looks at Mugen who steps to the center puts the mic in front of Mugen’s face.
Mugen: SOVIETS!
Mugen walks back to the corner as Minio nods repeatedly.
Bobby Minio: Lets not get it twisted either, I’ve made bad choices in my past, hell, I’ve been down paths so dark my own shadow wouldn’t follow me, but I got judged and insulted by some no named mulatto midget who’s pharmacy shopping list would make a Russian Olympic doctor tug at their collar!
Bobby Minio: No, I won’t have it!
Bobby Minio: Everything that clown accomplished in the last few years here, every match, every title, every award, ever attaboy in the back from the staff who were as gassed by him as he was by his valet and his team of out of country doctors… is RUINED.
Bobby Minio: It will forever be tainted, and nothing will ever change that.
Mugen steps over to Minio and leans into the microphone.
Mugen: RUINED!
Bobby Minio: Every single accolade… is marred by an ASTERIX, a permanent blemish that will haunt his name, and this past era of OCW history… forever.
We see Mugen in the background drawing an asterix into the air.
He begans pacing again, patting Mugen on the shoulder as he walks by.
Bobby Minio: I don’t need a little something extra to keep putting marks on the floor like shoe scuffs!
Bobby Minio: I AM THE EXTRA. MUGEN, IS THE EXTRA. We got it pumping through our veins, au naturale baby.
Bobby Minio: We don’t need PEDs, and we sure as s*** don’t need another can of that toxic garbage BUFF BLASTER™.
Bobby Minio: Oh that’s right Sean, you think I didn’t hear you running your yap last week? You thought that was going to go unanswered?!
He stops, turning towards the hard camera, leaning over the ropes as the camera zooms in.
Bobby Minio: Sean McGee hear me loud and hear me wide. Our head to head record speaks for itself, and while the camera man may have averted the angle what with it being the month of FEBRUARY and all THAT, we both know who helped punch your ticket and walk you to the locker room at Certified Greatness.
Bobby Minio: It was me, Sean. Out of the kindness of my big heart when I took it upon myself to help you get your feet moving and jam out to The Deadly Rhythm.
He points directly into the camera.
Bobby Minio: If you want to try to settle up, wanna try to even the score, you know where to find me, I’ll be the good lookin’ cat backstage who has a facial expression that says “I’m over your nasty ass snake oil and the rest of your biggity bulls***”!
Bobby Minio: In the meantime Seanie, you stick to hitting the weights my man, because the weights don’t hit back.
He steps back from the ropes as the camera pulls out of the tight shot. He begins pacing the ring again.
Bobby Minio: Extend that sentiment to the rest of the roster. I don’t have some politicking booty boy running around backstage sullying my good name anymore.
Bobby Minio: Anyone who’s got a problem, CAN GET THIS WORK.
Bobby Minio: H2O, well hollywood hashtag it TIMES UP pal, because the match is booked for next week and you’re out of places to duck.
Bobby Minio: Kassidy, you put that championship on the line for either of the two living legends in this ring without that other gassed up goofball creeping around over your shoulder and you’ll be begging for leads at the lost and found.
Bobby Minio: Most of all, if any man from the endless parade of hall of famers who let themselves get put in danger by that roided up f***boi month after month want to get their asses beat clean without the ASTERIX?
Bobby Minio: Consider this an open e-vite.
Mugen walks over to Minio and leans into the microphone again.
Mugen: OPEN CHALLENGE!
With a grin, Minio nods to Mugen as he steps back towards the hard camera side of the ring.
Bobby Minio: Anyone who would put in the effort to harm this company, they have to come through US first.
Bobby Minio: They have to stand face to face with the team called ABEYANCE, and see if they can make so much as a dent in the armor of OCW.
Bobby Minio: Mugen and I? WE STAND GUARD, and we’ll send anyone else who wants to compromise what was built here packing, right down to the minor leagues!
He walks back to the center of the ring, turning back to face the camera.
Bobby Minio: Rest in Peace, Dennis Black, may your legacy sit where it belongs, ASTERIXES printed in a pattern on the toilet paper next to alcohol stands, wiping up the mess of a neverending stream of violent beer s**ts!
Mugen and Minio turn and face each other, before Mugen gestures to Minio to carry on.
With a nod, Minio raises his microphone dramatically above his head, leaning his head back to shout into the rafters.
Bobby Minio: MIIIIIICCCCC DRRRROOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP!
With that, he flips the mic over the back of his hand, letting it drop over his shoulder. The two men high five and bump fists, before heading back up the ramp while the crowd shakes the building with a mixed, yet raucous reaction. Mission accomplished.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Jesus.....
They don't call him god tier on the mic for nothing!
Queen Mab vs Molly
The camera pans to the announce team.
Wham Bam, thank you mam!
To the point!
The scene opens with a serious-looking Roxy Rose, accompanied by Jim Black in the promo room. It’s pretaped, and seems to be cut out from parts of a longer interview.
…
Jim: So what you’re saying is you don’t have a personal problem with this woman? Despite her attacks on you backstage and after matches?
Roxy: Maybe that’s not the best way to phrase it. But it’s a respect thing. She thinks I was disrespecting her.
Roxy: She seems to think everyone here in OCW is out to get her. I know how it feels to be a small fish in a big pond and feel like you got a hundred people scheming to **** you over, but that ain’t how it is.
Roxy: She’s so desperate to prove that she belongs here that she’s becoming what she thought I was in the first place. A bully.
Roxy: If you’ve got something to say, say it in the ring one-on-one. Don’t be a coward.
Roxy: If you think people are disrespecting you, get them back by proving yourself.
Roxy: Accept that YOU are the only person responsible for your actions, instead of looking for anyone and everyone else to blame. Trust me. It doesn’t get you very far.
Jim: Bold statements… but it seems like she’s doing exactly what you just said by asking for that extreme rules match!
Roxy crosses her arms.
Roxy: Sure. Yeah. I accept. Not that I had a choice.
Jim: You don’t sound too happy about this.
Roxy: Look, I remember what it felt like the last time I went through a table face-first. I can’t lie and say I’m not nervous.
Roxy: But she pretended to show me respect and then slapped the taste outta my mouth. If she wants more, she’s gonna get it. That’s all I’m gonna say about that.
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Jim: And have you been training to get ready for this match? This is your first extreme rules after all, and you haven’t been in the company that long--or wrestling for that matter!
Roxy: Exactly what can I do to prepare for it?
Roxy: Yeah. I’m in shape. I do my cardio. I have people who help me with strikes and ****. But how do you prepare for an extreme rules match?
(Roxy imitates a swarthy New Yorker)
Roxy: Oh yeah, sure, boss, hit me in the head with a chair! Real hard!
She goes back to her normal voice.
Roxy: In the end I can’t be ready. I just have to be willing.
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Jim: And what does your manager think of this? Your music career is obviously important as well.
Roxy: John? What the f*ck do you THINK he thinks? He hates it. He’s been trying to get me to blow this popsicle stand from day one. But he manages my records, not me. I can’t back down now. Like I said… it’s a respect thing. I can’t respect myself if I don’t answer the challenge.
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Jim: Do you have any final words for Rose Tyler ahead of your match?
Roxy: Yeah, a few. But they aren’t very polite. It’s not like I can get a 3-count by talking ish, anyway.
Jim: You certainly can’t. I think that about wraps this up, Roxy, thank you for your time. And good luck!
Roxy: Thanks.
Roxy nods and the scene fades out.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Roxy and Rose one more time, EXTREME RULEZ, GRUDGE MATCH!
