Post by ocwnewsline on Jan 26, 2015 19:40:11 GMT -5
We find the OCW cameras tonight at the Headquarters in President Dean’s office signing a plethora of papers and talking on the phone. He frantically pushes a stack of papers to the side as he leans forward, rubbing his forehead, frustrated from his current phone conversation.
President Dean: Listen sucka, I need you to do everything in your power to stop this lawsuit from happening, alright? I got enough on my plate with Vargas attacking Grenier, Bifford tipping the scales and all of Alice’s demands. Get it done Killface!
Dean hangs the phone up and takes a big sigh, hoping to finally get out of the office early for once. He collects his things and gets up from his desk but is interrupted by a knock on the door with a familiar voice calling out.
? : Would President Dean be available?
President Dean: I was actually getting ready to leave—
Without anymore words, the doors to his office swing open as none other than OCW Hall of Famer, and 2014 OCW Heel of the Year “the Incredible One” Ian Bishop enters his room with a smirk on his face as Dean can’t believe it.
Ian Bishop: Great, just wanted to make sure you were here.
President Dean: Ian, man, great to see ya… listen, it’s almost midnight, maybe I can book ya first thing next morning?
Ian Bishop: Pfft. You think I’m up at the crack of dawn, Dean? All this time, I’d thought you know who I am. No, we talk now.
Dean just kind of looks at Ian, half wondering if he’s being serious and half realizing he had forgotten what a smug jackass the OCW Hall of Famer can be. Dean’s eyes move down to the current Revenge lineup, spotting a few holes in the card. He swallows a bit of pride and responds.
President Dean: Right, let’s talk.
Ian smiles widely as he launches himself in the chair in front of Dean’s desk as he begins to speak.
Ian Bishop: So, first off, I need to get something off my chest about the award show. I don’t normally admit this, but you made me pretty emotional about the whole thing. It’s hard to bring up, so I guess I’ll just say it… WHY THE FUCK WAS I NOT WRESTLER OF THE FUCKING YEAR?! YOU GAVE IT TO THAT MUNDO MASKED MOTHERFUCKER? C’MON DEAN! SO WHAT IF HE WENT UNDEFEATED, I WAS THE WRESTLER OF OCW 2014, WE ALL KNOW THIS! FUCK!
Dean moves around to the front of his desk and leans up against it, pulling a cigarette from out of his coat pocket. He places it in his mouth, chewing on the unlit smoking device.
President Dean: You want to be Wrestler of the Year? Fine, sign up and prove you deserve to be Wrestler of the Year for 2015.
Ian frowns at Dean, as he obviously won’t answer his question about the previous year he worked his ass off for. He scratches his beard as he continues.
Ian Bishop: Fine. Speaking of 2015… I see you are in need of some star power. I mean, I look at your current roster, ick, it looks rather thin. It could use some REAL wrestlers, if you know what I mean? How about it, eh? Bishop back in OCW?
President Dean: Sounds good to me…
Dean slides the Revenge lineup to the edge of the desk and points at a match slot.
President Dean: The Ascension Title Match is in need of an extra participant. Ashe Dawson can put on a really good match, someone I think you’d mesh well with.
Mister Incredible cocks an eyebrow as he looks at the lineup and stares at the ‘Ascension Title Match’ spot, then back at Dean, then back at the sheet of paper. All of a sudden Ian starts bursting with laughter as he slaps his knee and wipes tears away from his eyes.
Ian Bishop: Oh my god, Dean… Hah! That’s a good one. Man, you’re a fucking comedian. Oh… I can’t breath. Hilarious…
Ian pauses for a moment to catch his breath but when he does he looks at Dean with a rather serious expression.
Ian Bishop: If you actually think I’d accept terms to an Ascension match, you’re the same fucking stupid person I talked to MONTHS ago. Ascension means to rise, I’ve already risen Dean, I’m in the fucking Hall of Fame, my ‘nigga’. So let me tell you what were’ going to do… I see Mack O’Connor doesn’t have an opponent yet for the OCW World Championship match. Well, now you got one.
Dean shoves the Revenge lineup away in frustration.
President Dean: Chad Vargas and Bob Grenier are competing in a #1 Contenders Match for the right to face Mack O’Connor in the Main Event of Revenge. So, that spot is taken...taken by two individuals who approached me, as businessmen, expressing their desire to compete in the new OCW. They didn’t just waltz into my office with all the arrogance of a man who takes himself too seriously, expecting red carpet treatment.
Dean pauses for a moment before continuing.
President Dean: You may not be competing in the Ascension Match but you will DEFINITELY not be facing Mack O’Connor for the World Title.
Ian rolls his eyes at Dean’s response, before taking out a cigarette of his own to smoke.
Ian Bishop: So you are putting OCW’s Most Underrated of 2014, Bob Grenier, and a man who didn’t win any awards, Chad Vargas, against Mack O’Connor, but you’re refusing the man who won FOUR awards and should’ve been Wrestler of the Year, the main event of your return pay per view?
Ian scoffs at the thought as he gets up and begins to pace back and forth. Dean shakes his head, knowing a classic ‘Ian Rant’ was about to begin.
Ian Bishop: Do you remember who main evented your first OCW pay per view of 2014, Dean? I did! Do you remember who walked out that night champion? ME! So you’d rather put Grenier or Vargas in a SECOND match of the evening so Mack can come out on top easier instead of putting probably the biggest wrestling free agent on the fucking market in that match? That’s got to be the biggest pile of garbage of a plan I’ve ever heard in my entire life. So I’m going to ask you to reconsider again, Dean. I agree Grenier and Vargas can still compete for the number one contender’s spot but they face the winner of O’Connor vs. Bishop at the second OCW event of 2015.
Ian takes a puff of smoke and blows it right into Dean’s face, followed by a wink as he sits back down in the chair with a smile.
President Dean: You know, smoking those things can kill you...which is why I chew them.
There is a brief moment of silence as both men in the room are pretty sure Dean is wrong about that. Realizing it’s inconsequential, they move forward.
President Dean: Everything you’re saying is correct...you did headline several events starting off 2014, which I thank you for. But I’ve done this before...I’ve brought guys back, Syrens, Lurrrs, Biffords and thrust them into the Main Event due to accolades earned the previous year. Trust me when I say, sucka, it does not end well. Assuming the Ascension Title match is out of the question, how about you compete in the FIRST EVER SUB ZERO MATCH? That would be cool, huh?
Ian Bishop: And have my nuts frozen off? I like the ability to fuck women, thank you very much. Listen, I don’t think you’re getting this, ‘dawg’, so let me come down to your level. I AM THE DOLLA BILL YO. I AM THE SWAG AND THE P.I.M.P. Do you not get it? It’s like I’m talking to a fucking monkey here.. HELLO DEAN, WAKE THE FUCK UP! You’re saying no to ME, the Incredible One, which I honestly can’t believe… so, I mean, if you’re refusing me the World title Match, you better have something better then the “Freeze your Nuts off Match”.
Dean stands up and hurls his pruned, wet cigarette into the trash can next to his desk. He takes a seat in his chair, runs his hands over his head before coming to a conclusion.
President Dean: Hall of Fame Title Match against Lurrr? Would that satisfy your insatiable thirst for fame, glory and other accolades you probably aren’t worthy of receiving at this time?
Ian rubs his chin, thinking for a moment as he makes his eyes more narrow than an Asian man during the process. He opens them back up again, looking a little pleased.
Ian Bishop: I may be able to live with that… I think you’re making a big fucking mistake not putting me in the main event, but I guess you’re the boss… which may be a mistake too-- ANYWAYS. So yeah, alright, Hall of Fame title match it is… deal?
Dean tears open a drawer to his left and unearths a form. He flips it in Ian’s direction. The form lands neatly on Ian’s lap.
President Dean: Fair enough, just fill that shit out and pay our medical team a visit. If they clear your ass to compete, you will face Lurrr at Revenge for the OCW Hall of Fame Championship.
Ian Bishop: ...what do you mean, clear my ass? I’m ready to compete man, I don’t need this shit.
President Dean: Look, just because OCW has been dormant for the past several months doesn’t mean I haven’t been paying attention to this wacky world I helped build. I know you’ve been injury prone over at Broadway Wrestling...or Boardplay...or, it doesn’t matter. What matters is I can’t have a guy die on me in the ring in the middle of a signature, high profile match. So, get cleared or get lost.
Ian huffs and puffs as he crumples the paper in his coat pocket.
Ian Bishop: Fine… it was just a fucking small bump to the head.
Ian goes to leave the office before turning back to say one last thing to Dean.
Ian Bishop: This has been fun. I enjoyed calling you a monkey again. The nostalgia. Later, dawg.
Ian finally exits the office of President Dean. Frustrated, Dean picks up his office phone.
President Dean: Yea, get me Dr. Shaidee.
Dean waits to hear the voice of OCW’s company doctor as our scene comes to a close.
President Dean: Listen sucka, I need you to do everything in your power to stop this lawsuit from happening, alright? I got enough on my plate with Vargas attacking Grenier, Bifford tipping the scales and all of Alice’s demands. Get it done Killface!
Dean hangs the phone up and takes a big sigh, hoping to finally get out of the office early for once. He collects his things and gets up from his desk but is interrupted by a knock on the door with a familiar voice calling out.
? : Would President Dean be available?
President Dean: I was actually getting ready to leave—
Without anymore words, the doors to his office swing open as none other than OCW Hall of Famer, and 2014 OCW Heel of the Year “the Incredible One” Ian Bishop enters his room with a smirk on his face as Dean can’t believe it.
Ian Bishop: Great, just wanted to make sure you were here.
President Dean: Ian, man, great to see ya… listen, it’s almost midnight, maybe I can book ya first thing next morning?
Ian Bishop: Pfft. You think I’m up at the crack of dawn, Dean? All this time, I’d thought you know who I am. No, we talk now.
Dean just kind of looks at Ian, half wondering if he’s being serious and half realizing he had forgotten what a smug jackass the OCW Hall of Famer can be. Dean’s eyes move down to the current Revenge lineup, spotting a few holes in the card. He swallows a bit of pride and responds.
President Dean: Right, let’s talk.
Ian smiles widely as he launches himself in the chair in front of Dean’s desk as he begins to speak.
Ian Bishop: So, first off, I need to get something off my chest about the award show. I don’t normally admit this, but you made me pretty emotional about the whole thing. It’s hard to bring up, so I guess I’ll just say it… WHY THE FUCK WAS I NOT WRESTLER OF THE FUCKING YEAR?! YOU GAVE IT TO THAT MUNDO MASKED MOTHERFUCKER? C’MON DEAN! SO WHAT IF HE WENT UNDEFEATED, I WAS THE WRESTLER OF OCW 2014, WE ALL KNOW THIS! FUCK!
Dean moves around to the front of his desk and leans up against it, pulling a cigarette from out of his coat pocket. He places it in his mouth, chewing on the unlit smoking device.
President Dean: You want to be Wrestler of the Year? Fine, sign up and prove you deserve to be Wrestler of the Year for 2015.
Ian frowns at Dean, as he obviously won’t answer his question about the previous year he worked his ass off for. He scratches his beard as he continues.
Ian Bishop: Fine. Speaking of 2015… I see you are in need of some star power. I mean, I look at your current roster, ick, it looks rather thin. It could use some REAL wrestlers, if you know what I mean? How about it, eh? Bishop back in OCW?
President Dean: Sounds good to me…
Dean slides the Revenge lineup to the edge of the desk and points at a match slot.
President Dean: The Ascension Title Match is in need of an extra participant. Ashe Dawson can put on a really good match, someone I think you’d mesh well with.
Mister Incredible cocks an eyebrow as he looks at the lineup and stares at the ‘Ascension Title Match’ spot, then back at Dean, then back at the sheet of paper. All of a sudden Ian starts bursting with laughter as he slaps his knee and wipes tears away from his eyes.
Ian Bishop: Oh my god, Dean… Hah! That’s a good one. Man, you’re a fucking comedian. Oh… I can’t breath. Hilarious…
Ian pauses for a moment to catch his breath but when he does he looks at Dean with a rather serious expression.
Ian Bishop: If you actually think I’d accept terms to an Ascension match, you’re the same fucking stupid person I talked to MONTHS ago. Ascension means to rise, I’ve already risen Dean, I’m in the fucking Hall of Fame, my ‘nigga’. So let me tell you what were’ going to do… I see Mack O’Connor doesn’t have an opponent yet for the OCW World Championship match. Well, now you got one.
Dean shoves the Revenge lineup away in frustration.
President Dean: Chad Vargas and Bob Grenier are competing in a #1 Contenders Match for the right to face Mack O’Connor in the Main Event of Revenge. So, that spot is taken...taken by two individuals who approached me, as businessmen, expressing their desire to compete in the new OCW. They didn’t just waltz into my office with all the arrogance of a man who takes himself too seriously, expecting red carpet treatment.
Dean pauses for a moment before continuing.
President Dean: You may not be competing in the Ascension Match but you will DEFINITELY not be facing Mack O’Connor for the World Title.
Ian rolls his eyes at Dean’s response, before taking out a cigarette of his own to smoke.
Ian Bishop: So you are putting OCW’s Most Underrated of 2014, Bob Grenier, and a man who didn’t win any awards, Chad Vargas, against Mack O’Connor, but you’re refusing the man who won FOUR awards and should’ve been Wrestler of the Year, the main event of your return pay per view?
Ian scoffs at the thought as he gets up and begins to pace back and forth. Dean shakes his head, knowing a classic ‘Ian Rant’ was about to begin.
Ian Bishop: Do you remember who main evented your first OCW pay per view of 2014, Dean? I did! Do you remember who walked out that night champion? ME! So you’d rather put Grenier or Vargas in a SECOND match of the evening so Mack can come out on top easier instead of putting probably the biggest wrestling free agent on the fucking market in that match? That’s got to be the biggest pile of garbage of a plan I’ve ever heard in my entire life. So I’m going to ask you to reconsider again, Dean. I agree Grenier and Vargas can still compete for the number one contender’s spot but they face the winner of O’Connor vs. Bishop at the second OCW event of 2015.
Ian takes a puff of smoke and blows it right into Dean’s face, followed by a wink as he sits back down in the chair with a smile.
President Dean: You know, smoking those things can kill you...which is why I chew them.
There is a brief moment of silence as both men in the room are pretty sure Dean is wrong about that. Realizing it’s inconsequential, they move forward.
President Dean: Everything you’re saying is correct...you did headline several events starting off 2014, which I thank you for. But I’ve done this before...I’ve brought guys back, Syrens, Lurrrs, Biffords and thrust them into the Main Event due to accolades earned the previous year. Trust me when I say, sucka, it does not end well. Assuming the Ascension Title match is out of the question, how about you compete in the FIRST EVER SUB ZERO MATCH? That would be cool, huh?
Ian Bishop: And have my nuts frozen off? I like the ability to fuck women, thank you very much. Listen, I don’t think you’re getting this, ‘dawg’, so let me come down to your level. I AM THE DOLLA BILL YO. I AM THE SWAG AND THE P.I.M.P. Do you not get it? It’s like I’m talking to a fucking monkey here.. HELLO DEAN, WAKE THE FUCK UP! You’re saying no to ME, the Incredible One, which I honestly can’t believe… so, I mean, if you’re refusing me the World title Match, you better have something better then the “Freeze your Nuts off Match”.
Dean stands up and hurls his pruned, wet cigarette into the trash can next to his desk. He takes a seat in his chair, runs his hands over his head before coming to a conclusion.
President Dean: Hall of Fame Title Match against Lurrr? Would that satisfy your insatiable thirst for fame, glory and other accolades you probably aren’t worthy of receiving at this time?
Ian rubs his chin, thinking for a moment as he makes his eyes more narrow than an Asian man during the process. He opens them back up again, looking a little pleased.
Ian Bishop: I may be able to live with that… I think you’re making a big fucking mistake not putting me in the main event, but I guess you’re the boss… which may be a mistake too-- ANYWAYS. So yeah, alright, Hall of Fame title match it is… deal?
Dean tears open a drawer to his left and unearths a form. He flips it in Ian’s direction. The form lands neatly on Ian’s lap.
President Dean: Fair enough, just fill that shit out and pay our medical team a visit. If they clear your ass to compete, you will face Lurrr at Revenge for the OCW Hall of Fame Championship.
Ian Bishop: ...what do you mean, clear my ass? I’m ready to compete man, I don’t need this shit.
President Dean: Look, just because OCW has been dormant for the past several months doesn’t mean I haven’t been paying attention to this wacky world I helped build. I know you’ve been injury prone over at Broadway Wrestling...or Boardplay...or, it doesn’t matter. What matters is I can’t have a guy die on me in the ring in the middle of a signature, high profile match. So, get cleared or get lost.
Ian huffs and puffs as he crumples the paper in his coat pocket.
Ian Bishop: Fine… it was just a fucking small bump to the head.
Ian goes to leave the office before turning back to say one last thing to Dean.
Ian Bishop: This has been fun. I enjoyed calling you a monkey again. The nostalgia. Later, dawg.
Ian finally exits the office of President Dean. Frustrated, Dean picks up his office phone.
President Dean: Yea, get me Dr. Shaidee.
Dean waits to hear the voice of OCW’s company doctor as our scene comes to a close.