The camera pans to the back as it follows up to El Parca and Jim Black talking. El Parca has a hand on his waist as he is breathing heavily replying to Jim.
Jim Black: El Parca, very unfortunate loss tonight to Cort how did you see things going?
El Parca: Ahh man.. honestly Jim.. he wouldn’t go down! El Parca chuckles but groans as he leans over grabbing at his waist again.
El Parca: I haven’t been tossed around like that in a very long time. Honestly, last time I remember I was back home! It did not feel very good that’s for sure.
Jim Black: That match was a very David vs Goliath type match from the perspective of the fans. It seemed like you were gaining some traction late into the match but it just didn’t pan out well. What steps are you gonna take from here?
El Parca: Well.. amigo.. since Wrestlelution is right around the corner I think I’m gonna rest up. I’m gonna call my mama and papa back home in Mexico cause I miss them. Then, once Wrestlelution is passed and we see the outcomes there I can figure out my next plan!
El Parca stares right into the camera
El Parca: Cort! Amigo! You earned my respect tonight and I hope I earned yours as well. That was an awesome fight my friend. Next time though.. please don’t chuck me around as much yes? El Parca chuckles once again and then turns to Jim.
El Parca: Alright Jim, I need to go ice my ribs and go have a corona. Thank you for your time and support. Much love to the OCW fans here and watching at home!
El Parca pats Jim on the back and says something in his native tongue before walking off.
El Parca: Lo mejor de mis días aún está por venir..
Jim Black Thank you El Parca you’re always a class act my friend. Back to you guys!
The camera pans back to the announce table as both El Parca and Jim Black walk away.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Such honor!
Boo its a sham! mark my words!
The Camera Pans To The X-Tron
We pan back into the High School gym, the Asian and Ryu are standing face to face in the middle of the ring panting.
El Fuego, Blondie and the Samoan are off their feet at ringside.
El Fuego is smiling ear to ear, clutching the bottom rope to prevent himself from joining in.
Blondie is looking over to El Fuego and the Samoan and repeatedly yelling “SERIOUSLY”
The Samoan has actually stopped eating to watch the showdown taking place in the ring.
The Asian and Ryu square up, but before they can tie up again, Ryu trips over his own feet and stumbles forward.
In an instant the Asian catches him with a superkick and pins him 1-2-3.
El Fuego: You came so close…
Blondie: You did so very well, but you botched the last part.
Ryu looks horrified and dejected as he struggles to his feet. He looks to the three onlookers who are shaking their heads sadly.
The Samoan: You worked so hard, but now it's time for you to go.
Ryu slowly makes his way to the ropes, but before he can step through someone begins to speak
Asian: But before you leave, you must understand, that no one has ever made me look that good in a match.
Asian: So I want you in this feud.
The camera zooms into Ryu’s face smiling
The camera pans to the announce team.
......This is all a dream!
I hope its your Fuggin NIGHTMARRRRE!
ZOE COHLE vs TERRA DATURAS
The camera pans to the announce team.
Talk about a battle!
Word up!
Previously Recorded
Turmoil 230….Training room.
#Austin Lee: (On his cell phone) IM FINE, JUST DROP IT.
Doctor: I'm sure you are use to this by now but because of your history and what just occurred tonight, we have to evaluate you. Going to give you a few words to remember…
#Austin Lee: (On his cell phone) No I am not coming home till I am done with Wrex. As long his he is breathing then I will be here.
Doctor: Can you please put your phone down sir.
#Austin Lee: Look if you can’t tell I have my hands full so do me a favor and sign those papers on the table. My doctor has already cleared me so your test means nothing to me.
Doctor: I can not clear you to compete if I do not run my own test….
#Austin Lee: (Back to his cell phone) Things change and people change also. Doesn’t matter what I promised about staying away from Wrex when I came back. This has to end.
#Austin rises to his feet taking a step towards the medical staff, gripping the man by his collar as he drags him towards the desk. Slamming his head down on the desk right next to the papers.
#Austin Lee: Now I am going to make this very clear…You see this paper you are going to sign the part that says you have cleared #Austin Lee to return to Turmoil next week…. Or I will use you as an example of what is going to happen to wrex next week.
#Austin Lee: (Back to his cell phone) Tell Austina daddy won’t be home next week he has some business to handle.
#Austin Lee hangs up his phone sliding it back into his pocket before punching a hole right next to the Doctors head.
#Austin Lee: Sign the papers or the next thing going through the desk will be you…
The doctor begins to fumble around pulling a pen out and signing the papers before #Austin releases him.
#Austin Lee: Let's see if you have the balls to show up next week wrex...
The camera pans to the announce team.
Hahaha!
Who is A.C. Cobra?
Camera Pans To The Ramp
GOLDEN COBRA
vs
TELOS & SHEPARD
The camera pans to the announce team.
OH MY GOD!
YOWIE WOWIE!
The camera pans around the crowd at ringside, the restless buzz of the live audience stirring through the arena before the lights drop, leading to a different buzzing, the buzzing of anticipation.
A familiar guitar and bass riff peels across the PA a moment before the vulgar opening statements of “Nobody Speak” follow.
“Picture this, I’m a bag of dicks, put me to your lips.
I am sick. I will punch a baby bear in his shit.
Give me lip, I’ma send you to the yard, get a stick,
make a switch, I can end a conversation real quick.”
Ushered in by the fighting words of Run the Jewels, the One Man Revolution and Pride Champion of OCW, Bobby Minio, appears at the top of the ramp, a microphone gripped in his left hand, his Pride Championship title draped over his right shoulder.
Instead of bopping along to the song however, Minio is on alert, glancing over his shoulder at the entrance way before turning around completely, walking backwards down the ramp, never breaking his gaze from the portal to the backstage area.
As Minio reaches the ringside area, he turns, glancing over the corners of the ring. He’s beyond “alert” now, even beyond paranoia, and he’s not worried about another sneak attack, at this point it’s inevitable in his mind.
After clearing both sides of the ring, Minio makes his decision, sliding into the ring and popping up to his feet with a quickness you would typically see from him in a match.
Wasting no time, Minio raises the microphone to his face, the audience not even having a moment to react to the incoming promo.
Bobby Minio: First and foremost, let me apologize to you all. Let me apologize for cutting off the fanfare, for not giving you the opportunity to bask in my glow as I go through the motions of getting into this ring… but understand, that’s really not my fault, it is Maxwale’s fault.
Bobby Minio:
I’m just a big enough man to take that heat on his behalf, to make things okay with you all.
The crowd is confused by this, close up camera shots showing fans with puzzled looks on their faces.
Bobby Minio: What Maxwale failed to accomplish in the ring at Road to Glory, he accomplished on the entrance ramp, two weeks ago at Riot. Because apparently, that’s where it matters, right Maxwale?
He shakes his head, a familiar look of disgust twisting across his face.
Bobby Minio: That was a trick question, “MJF”, because that’s not where it matters, and both you and I know that for a fact. It mattered at Road to Glory, when THIS Pride Championship was on the line, and you flat out blew it.
Bobby Minio:
Now trust me, I can relate. I too, have been a massive disappointment in title matches at big shows, the difference is, I pulled myself together, I put my nose down to the grindstone and I earned my opportunities until I seized them.
Bobby Minio:
All you have done here is bait another one out…
He begins to pace for a moment, contemplating briefly before continuing.
Bobby Minio: ...and don’t get it twisted, none of you, not Maxwale, not the fans, not a man, woman or Empress in that locker room, I am taking that bait.
Bobby Minio:
At ‘Lution Prime, you’ll get another shot Maxwale, because an opportunity for you is just another opportunity for me to prove, again, time after time, that THIS WAS NOT A FLUKE.
Minio walks towards the hard camera side of the ring, holding the title up above his head, his lips sneering so hard the upper lip begins to vibrate at the corner.
Bobby Minio: No matter how much some of you refuse to accept it or refuse to believe it, Bobby Minio is the PRIDE CHAMPION OF OCW, and it’s going to be a cold day in hell or even worse, Pittsburgh, before I let some fuccboi in my own goddamned trucks change that! BIG FACTS.
He takes a moment to carefully drape the Pride Championship back over his shoulder before raising the mic back to his lips.
Bobby Minio: I’ll even let you pick the stipulation. Just show up at Turmoil and tell me and a few thousand of my not so closest friends what it is.
Bobby Minio:
As a bonus, you’ll be able to sit back and enjoy a cold beverage and a warm snack while you watch me beat some sense back into H2O, so there’s that.
Minio drags a palm across his goatee and after just a brief second, his eyes light back up behind his shades.
Bobby Minio: Oh Spider, I bet you thought I forgot about you… unfortunately for myself, I will never be able to forget about you or that asshole you pretend is an eye socket.
Bobby Minio:
That’s right, I’ve got you in my thoughts as well. I’ve spent the last week thinking of all the ways I’m gonna settle up with you tonight.
A sinister grin runs across Minio’s lips, his chin lowering, he’s staring into the camera over his Wayfarers now.
Bobby Minio: See, unfortunately for you, this isn’t just Spider vs the OCW Pride Champion Bobby Minio, this is you standing in for the ass beating I’ve owed your old pal Kassidy Hayes.
Bobby Minio:
Since getting my mitts on the Chalky Horror Picture Show seems to be off the table now, I’ll just have to throw you that beatin’ instead.
Bobby Minio:
So tonight after the show, you call up his bungalow over on bitch-made island and you thank him, for leaving you hanging back here to clean up his mess.
In a flash, Minio rips the Wayfarers from his face, squinting his right eye down, maybe a long wink at the camera, maybe mocking Spider’s appearance, regardless, it is done aggressively, before Minio slides the shades back on.
Bobby Minio: … and if I could ask one more favor of you tonight Spider, you reach out to H2O and you reach out to Maxwale, and you tell them in great detail, exactly what happens when you cross OCW’s reigning Pride Champion… Thanks ahead of time. MIC DROP.
As the statement booms into the mic, Minio overhand spikes the microphone down onto the mat. The crowd is in an uproar now, the reaction is hard to pin down but regardless of if they liked it or hated it, they are meeting the energy, they are raucous and unruly, signs begin being thrown around the crowd, some debris like trash, cups, even a replica Pride Championship title can be seen in the lower frame of the camera moving through the air.
Minio takes a moment to soak it in before Nobody Speak plays over the PA, and Minio drops, rolling out of the ring, making his way back up the ramp.
The camera pans to the announce team.
HAHAH I LOVE BIG BOBBORINO!
Oh please! Bobby is a Blow Hard! All Bark no Bite!
