Post by Marcus Welsh on Feb 19, 2015 11:18:10 GMT -5
~A shot of President Dean standing in front of the Official OCW Jet comes to our attention as his sports coat is waving in the strong breeze floating across the runway. A couple of cute flight attendants are making their way up the stairs, onto the jet as we can see two pilots seated behind the front window, preparing for take off. In Dean's left hand is a cup of Brazilian coffee, his eyes are covered by shades and his right hand is fumbling around with some loose change in his pocket. A hotel employee scurries over with several papers stapled together, handing them to Dean before the wind has the unfortunate opportunity of catching them, blowing them off into the distance~
President Dean: Lockwoods, this right here is an OCW contract
~Dean holds up an official OCW Contract. We zoom in and see some specific items solely for the Lockwoods...most notably, a guaranteed shot at the March PPV...an event whose name has been blurred away~
President Dean: This is what you want, isn't it? A guaranteed tag title shot? Well...here it is...
~Dean smiles before calmly placing his coffee on the ground and savagely ripping the contract to shreds. He throws the pieces into the air as they fly away, several of them hitting the hotel employee in the face~
President Dean: You suckas want gold? You suckas want to have your names etched in OCW history...then fucking EARN it. Don't act like a trio of punk ass bitches, breaking into buildings when nobody of importance is around. Shit, you'd think such master planners would have done their homework and realized the SOLE reason for breaking into OCWHQ wasn't even going to be around at the time of your little invasion.
~Dean regrips his coffee, taking a warm, satisfying sip~
President Dean: You want to join the roster? You want respect and opportunities? Make a real impact. If you want slay a beast, you don't fuck up its cave...you enter the jungle, face the elements and take that mother fucker down.
~With a heavy sigh, Dean makes his final statement~
President Dean: You know where we'll be, you know which jungle to enter, the blue print has already been provided. Saturday, February 28th at Revenge, in Brazil. That's where you'll earn your stripes. No, I'm not providing you passes...no, I'm not sectioning off a portion of the show for your stupid family. You want to impress me? FIND A WAY past the blockade and, more importantly, FIND A WAY to make a lasting impression.
~Dean turns and gives the thumbs up to his pilot who fires the jet engine~
President Dean: I'm taking a trip to Europe, going to scout out potential locations for March. So, you guys go ahead and continue living in OCWHQ...it's fine, we needed to remodel anyway. Oh and Mack...thanks for the help, buddy
~Dean emits, sarcastically before turning around and heading for his jet. We fade to black~
President Dean: Lockwoods, this right here is an OCW contract
~Dean holds up an official OCW Contract. We zoom in and see some specific items solely for the Lockwoods...most notably, a guaranteed shot at the March PPV...an event whose name has been blurred away~
President Dean: This is what you want, isn't it? A guaranteed tag title shot? Well...here it is...
~Dean smiles before calmly placing his coffee on the ground and savagely ripping the contract to shreds. He throws the pieces into the air as they fly away, several of them hitting the hotel employee in the face~
President Dean: You suckas want gold? You suckas want to have your names etched in OCW history...then fucking EARN it. Don't act like a trio of punk ass bitches, breaking into buildings when nobody of importance is around. Shit, you'd think such master planners would have done their homework and realized the SOLE reason for breaking into OCWHQ wasn't even going to be around at the time of your little invasion.
~Dean regrips his coffee, taking a warm, satisfying sip~
President Dean: You want to join the roster? You want respect and opportunities? Make a real impact. If you want slay a beast, you don't fuck up its cave...you enter the jungle, face the elements and take that mother fucker down.
~With a heavy sigh, Dean makes his final statement~
President Dean: You know where we'll be, you know which jungle to enter, the blue print has already been provided. Saturday, February 28th at Revenge, in Brazil. That's where you'll earn your stripes. No, I'm not providing you passes...no, I'm not sectioning off a portion of the show for your stupid family. You want to impress me? FIND A WAY past the blockade and, more importantly, FIND A WAY to make a lasting impression.
~Dean turns and gives the thumbs up to his pilot who fires the jet engine~
President Dean: I'm taking a trip to Europe, going to scout out potential locations for March. So, you guys go ahead and continue living in OCWHQ...it's fine, we needed to remodel anyway. Oh and Mack...thanks for the help, buddy
~Dean emits, sarcastically before turning around and heading for his jet. We fade to black~