Outcast/Mario Maurako Feud

[Marcus Welsh]

Stipulation: To Be Announced
Pretty Simple...this match is for the OCW Championship. Lurrr will be in Maurako's corner.

All IC items pertaining to this feud/match are to be posted in this thread. This thread will close on January 30th.

[Outcast]

*Outcast is shown walking into the OCW arena smoking a Newport. His eyes are covered in black sun glasses, which match the all black clothes that he wears. Outcast walks with a quick and determined stride, but with a swagger of confidence.

Outcast takes a long drag from his cigarette as he marches toward an entrance door. As he gets close to the door, some nerdy looking staff member greets him. *

Staff Nerd: Umm, excuse me Mr. Cain, or um, Mr. Outcast, but you can't smoke in the arena.

*Outcast stops for a moment, looking him up and down and then chuckles slightly as he exhales a cloud of smoke into the needs face. The staff member begins coughing and gagging as Outcast walks into the OCW arena continuing to smoke his Newport. *

[Outcast]

*Outcast is seen walking through the backstage area of the OCW arena still smoking his Newport. Marcus Welsh appears holding his cat piss cup of McDonald's coffee. Welsh seems a bit nervous and concerned at what the champ may do. *

Marcus Welsh: Hey, good morning champ. Hey, they should have told you at the door you can't smoke in here.

*Outcast stops and says nothing but gives a grumble as he slowly exhales. *

Marcus Welsh: You know, health department codes and all.

*Outcast pulls the Newport from his mouth and drops it into Welsh's coffee. Welsh looks both shocked and disgusted. Outcast gives a evil smirk, followed by a pat on Welsh's shoulder. Welsh gulps and Outcast walks away.*

[Outcast]

*Binge and Purge by Clutch plays over the PA and the crowd begins to boo as Outcast emerges onto the entrance way. Outcast isn't dressed in his normal writing attire, but instead is wearing an all black suit. Outcast undoes the buttons of his jacket and opens it to reveal the OCW championship around his waist. Outcast rubs the belt and then walks toward the ring.

His smile seems to grow as the boos become louder and louder. Outcast walks up the ring steps and stops to take a moment and soak in the hate. Outcast  closes his eyes and inhales deeply. He then opens his eyes and steps into the ring where he is handed a microphone. *

Outcast: First of all, I deserve that ovation you gave me. These past few weeks, hell, these past few months I've been a real piece of fecalmatter. And I want you all too know, that I'm going to change.

*The crowd gives a very small applause. *

Outcast: That's right. I'M GOING TO BE EVEN F**KING WORSE!

*Crowd erupts with boos. Outcast smirks and holds his arms in the air flipping the crowd off. *

Outcast: Now, let me get to the root of the matter. Friday at the OCW Christmas party I showed up on the end of three day bender that lasted until Saturday night. So yeah, I wasn't exactly at my best Friday night, and that is when that lazy eyed' f**k Lurr wants to come spout his dick holder off at me.

These OCW hall of famers sure know how to pick their spots. I guess taking advantage of the situation is how they all got in the hall, and I thought they got there from the work they did on their knees. But no, it's because they know how to pick their spots, they know when they can shine, and when they can hide.

After the purge, OCW was at it's lowest, and while everyone was fleeing like rats from a sinking ship, I was busy bailing out the water. I kept this place afloat, I was the one who kept it relevant, I was the one who had the light in him, and then the hall of famers wanted to come for what they thought was easy pickings. They started coming out of their dark holes called obscurity looking for some lime light. Larry, Perzag, Chad Vargas,  Big Bifford is sniffing around, and of course how could we forget Marvelous Mario Maurako.

Sh*t, I thought that Mark Mason goof was the real Marvelous one, but apparently it's Mario. I remember hearing you cry about Mason calling himself Marvelous and all I was wondering is who the f**k you were Mario. Then I got clued in that you are a hall of famer, but only because you got carried their by your tag team partner.

F**king pathetic.

*Outcast reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a Newport and places it into his mouth. Outcast lights the Newport and then removes the OCW title and tosses it over his shoulder as he exhales a cloud of smoke. *

Outcast: Mario, you can have Lurr in your corner, sh*t you can have every living member of the hall of fame in your corner, because when it comes down to it, it is just me and you in that ring Mario. Man against sniveling little cry baby b*tch.

Then again, that probably isn't what you have in mind is it Mario? Na, Lurr as much as said so Friday night. Lurr gave away the game plan like the dumbass he is. Sometimes Lurr, silence is golden, something you need to figure out before someone breaks your jaw so it gets wired shut.

Huh, maybe I'll be the one to do it for you.

*Outcast smirks and takes another drag from his Newport as the crowd boos again. *

Outcast: Speaking of wired, how about I go ahead and DENY ACCESS to Lurr, and all those other has beens from the hall of fame. How about I go ahead and use my stroke as champion to go ahead and put a stipulation on this match Mario? How about we make sure that you don't have anyone to blame for your loss but yourself? How about we make sure that I leave your face looking like fresh ground beef? How about...

WE MAKE IT A BARBED WIRE CAGE MATCH!?!

*The crowd pops at the stipulation announcement. Outcast smirks as he takes another drag from his Newport. As the crowd quiets down Outcast continues. *

Outcast: Of course, if you are too big of a f**king pussy, well I wouldn't be surprised. Mario, eat your magic mushrooms and get real big but know I'm no cooper trooper, and I'm a bigger beast than bowser. I'm going to chew you up and spit you out, I'll you for breakfast, sh*t you for lunch and dine of the hall of fame leftovers for dinner. Hold your golden jacket close, cause it's the only gold you'll ever hold again in OCW.

*Outcast drops the mic, and takes another drag from his Newport before flipping the butt at thw camera. *

[Outcast]

*The scene opens to Lurr walking through the back of the OCW arena. Lurr appears to have just arrived as he is carrying a bag with him and doesn't have a beer in hand. Suddenly, Lurr stops and gives a dirty look.

The camera pans back to reveal Outcast. Outcast has a Newport hanging from his lips and a six pack of PBR in his hand. Outcast takes a slow drag and then removes the cigarette from his mouth as he exhales through his nose.

Outcast and Lurr stare at each other in silence, and the tension grows by the second. Finally, Outcast pulls a bottle of PBR from the case and holds it out to Lurr. *

Outcast: Ya know Lurr, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Honestly, we're more alike than you or I would like to admit. So, how about we have a few drinks and pass around the peace pipe?

*Lurr looks at the PBR with a look of disgust and shakes his head from side to side. *

Lurr: I wouldn't drink that trash sh*t beer if I was dying of thirst, and your peace pipe is probably a crack pipe. Mario is gonna kick your rotten f**king teeth in, and I can't wait to watch it happen.

Outcast: All you do is talk. How about your try kicking these f**king teeth in.

*Before Lurr can respond or act Outcast flips his Newport into Lurr's face. The ember of the cigarette hits Lurr in the eye, and Lurr grabs his eye blinded. Lurr begins to stagger and Outcast continues his assault as he smashes the beer bottle he had just offered to Lurr across the back of Lurr's head.

Lurr falls flat on his face, out cold from the shot. Outcast picks up a broken shard of glass and mounts Lurr's back. Outcast grabs a hand full of Lurr's hair with his free hand and pulls Lurr's lifeless head up.

Outcast places the glass to Lurr's forehead, but pauses. *

Outcast: I was ready to carve you up, but I'm going to save that for Mario Lopez and Access Denied. You Lurr, you deserve to wear the make of a full, to walk around humiliated. You haven't proven yourself a warrior in my eyes, only a fool.

*Outcast moves the broken glass up from Lurr's forehead and then slices, cutting a section of Lurr's hair out. Outcast continues to pull of Lurr's hair, ripping it and cutting it with the broken glasses.

Finally, Outcast drops the broken glass and stands up, shaking the hair from his hand. Outcast grabs a nearby unopened and unbroken bottle of PBR and twists the cap off. *

Outcast: Mario Muckbang, what I just did to Lurr isn't sh*t compared to what I'm going to do to you. It won't be your hair I cut up, but your flesh. It won't be your hair style that I alter, but your physical appearance, as I leave you a bloody and scarred mess.

*Outcast takes a swig of the PBR as the scene fades. *