: we cut to outside of the arena. We see Mike Zybala riding Gregory THE Elephant. Gregory has a enormous headband around his head like an athlete would wear a sweatband. It appears that Zybala is making Gregory get exercise outside. :
Zybala: OK buddy. One more lap around the lot and we take a power dump in Pablino's office. Then a nice nap before your match with Fucking Wendy tonight. You're gonna do great!
: Gregory lets out a loud trumpet blast as if he agrees with Zybala. The elephant has a nice, easy trot as he makes his way around the parking lot. :
*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 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.*
*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. *
: Zybala kicks open Veronica's locker room door. Everyone is staring at him. In one hand, he is holding a Switch controller, in the other hand he has a bottle of Jack. He stares everyone in the eyes. :
Zybala I have Wind Hammers and The Street Fighter collection in my pockets and a shit ton of dollar bills for stupid betting. Who wants some!?!
Post by reporterson on Dec 21, 2021 9:43:04 GMT -5
: SHOCK AND AWE!! We go backstage to see a sadly familiar sight. There has been another attack! The camera pans in to see the broken body of "Rumor Mill" Steve laying in the remains of a broken table! Not only that, but there are remains o FM broken light tubes on and around him! A crowd of people have gathered, trying to attend to Steve; calling for a medic. Goodie Reporterson comes from around a corner and sees the cameraman, and the chaos. He quickly combs him REAL mustache, straightens his glasses and begins reporting. :
Goodie: Hello once again OCW faithful. Goodie Reporterson here with another horrible development! It seems my rival, Steve, is the latest victim of these evil back stage assaults! Just when things seemed to quiet down, this happens. Who is behind this chaos? What are they after? What is the end goal? Who will be next?! More on this as the story develops.
: Zybala kicks open Veronica's locker room door. Everyone is staring at him. In one hand, he is holding a Switch controller, in the other hand he has a bottle of Jack. He stares everyone in the eyes. :
Zybala I have Wind Hammers and The Street Fighter collection in my pockets and a shit ton of dollar bills for stupid betting. Who wants some!?!
Veronica: After Marcus sends out a jobber, we’ll join Zybala on his Jack Street Fighter challenge!
: We cut backstage to see Mike Zybala riding Gregory the Elephant through the halls. They stop outside of Erin Gordon's locker room and Zybala hops to the floor. He then knocks on the door. :
Post by reporterson on Dec 25, 2021 21:06:10 GMT -5
: We cut backstage to see Goodie Reporterson. His usual attire is gone, replaced with a far more festive suit. He smiles at the camera. :
Goodie: Greetings fans and Merry Christmas! This is Goodie Reporterson reporting from the backstage area of the OCW arena. There have been reports of someone dressed as the Jolly Old Elf carrying a large red sack, running around from locker room to locker room with an almost inhuman speed. Could this be the real Saint Nick, trying to spread Christmas cheer? ... What was that noise?!
: Goodie turns to see a door open. Out steps someone dressed as Santa Claus!! Santa looks at the camera for the briefest of moments, not long enough to get a good glance, but we can tell they are shorter than Poblano. Santa lets out a loud "HO HO HO!" before dashing down the hall in the blink of an eye! The camera and Goodie run over to see the locker room. We see "ERIN GORDON" on a plaque on the door. Goodie grabs the handle and opens the door. Inside looks like the definition of Christmas. Lights of all sizes decorate the room and lockers. In one corner, a Christmas tree with plenty of presents under it. :
Post by Dylan Thomas on Dec 27, 2021 11:40:30 GMT -5
The camera suddenly cuts away to the arena parking lot where an emerald green limousine pulls up and the crowd let out a cheer. From inside the limo......steps Bill,Allton's support worker. The crowd let out a small 'Bill!' chant. Bill smirks a little as he gets the ramp down for Lord Allton to exit. Allton exits the limo to huge cheers.
: We go backstage to see Mike Zybala knocking on the door of The A-List locker room. The door opens and Dylan Thomas is in the doorway. He seems surprised to see Zybala. :
Post by Dylan Thomas on Dec 28, 2021 8:12:44 GMT -5
Dylan looks confused but steps back, gesturing for Mike to enter.
Dylan: Er.... yeah. Yeah, come in.
Inside the locker room, the three bodyguards are playing cards in the back of the room, Lissandra is on a sofa doing a crossword and Lord Allton? He's warming up to give Sugar Valentine the ass-whooping of a life time.
Vincenzo: Zybala!
Frankie: Hey Mike!
Allton: To what do we owe the pleasure, Mr. Zybala?
Allton studies Zybala's face more thoroughly.
Allton: You seem troubled.
Last Edit: Dec 28, 2021 8:15:42 GMT -5 by Dylan Thomas