Post by The Lockwood Party on Feb 17, 2015 19:16:09 GMT -5
We fade back into Dean's ransacked office. Tom Lockwood grips a hammer, Jack sits in Dean's chair with a devious grin. Jack begins to speak.
"Its been 36 hours Dean, We've been here.. Havin' a hell of a good time, but you just don't seem to wanna give us what we desire. We just wanna be a part of the rich history of Online Championship Wrestling, and you just won't allow it.. I was in the basement and I well, I found a couple of things that I believe are near and dear to you.. If we can't be a part of this companies rich history, We have no choice but to destroy it."
Jack reaches into a black bag and pulls out a Championship belt. He places it on the desk and begins to speak again.
"The OCW United States Championship.. Mario Maurako, D double D..."
Tom begins to smash the belt with the hammer. Over and over again.. The front plate cracks right down the middle, and he continues to smash it, eventually the side plates fall off and hit the floor. All that is left is the strap, which is thrown on the floor and kicked aside. Jack pulls out another title belt, grinning ear to ear..
"OCW Lightweight Championship.. Curt Canon, Silver Cyanide.."
Jack hocks a giant loogie on the belt and Tom begins to smash it with the hammer, pieces of metal fly and the strap is thrown on the floor and kicked aside. He pulls out another title belt and places it on the table..
"OCW IC Title.. PPP, Scott Syren.."
Tom whips out his cock and pisses on the belt before smashing it with the hammer. The strap is tossed on the floor and they laugh hysterically.
"You did this Dean, All you had to do was give us what we desire. All the property damage, All the chaos is on you pecker head.
"Its been 36 hours Dean, We've been here.. Havin' a hell of a good time, but you just don't seem to wanna give us what we desire. We just wanna be a part of the rich history of Online Championship Wrestling, and you just won't allow it.. I was in the basement and I well, I found a couple of things that I believe are near and dear to you.. If we can't be a part of this companies rich history, We have no choice but to destroy it."
Jack reaches into a black bag and pulls out a Championship belt. He places it on the desk and begins to speak again.
"The OCW United States Championship.. Mario Maurako, D double D..."
Tom begins to smash the belt with the hammer. Over and over again.. The front plate cracks right down the middle, and he continues to smash it, eventually the side plates fall off and hit the floor. All that is left is the strap, which is thrown on the floor and kicked aside. Jack pulls out another title belt, grinning ear to ear..
"OCW Lightweight Championship.. Curt Canon, Silver Cyanide.."
Jack hocks a giant loogie on the belt and Tom begins to smash it with the hammer, pieces of metal fly and the strap is thrown on the floor and kicked aside. He pulls out another title belt and places it on the table..
"OCW IC Title.. PPP, Scott Syren.."
Tom whips out his cock and pisses on the belt before smashing it with the hammer. The strap is tossed on the floor and they laugh hysterically.
"You did this Dean, All you had to do was give us what we desire. All the property damage, All the chaos is on you pecker head.