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Post by Shandy on Mar 18, 2010 11:21:51 GMT -5
The arena at the OCW House show is filled with fans as the lights go out and the Gregorian version of Rammstein's "Engel" starts playing. The crowd is excited as the lights go back on and the woman we have seen before stands in the ring.
As before she is neither moving nor speaking. She just stands there right in the middle of the ring when a child's voice can be heard over the speakers in the arena. "He has returned!"
The lights go out again for a few seconds and as they go back on the woman is gone and "The Deadman" Chris Wallace stands in the ring. He has the OCW US Title over his right shoulder and a mic in his hand.
Wallace: "It has taken a few years for me to realise where my home is... But finally I have returned to OCW. The place that made me what I am today."[/colour]
The fans cheer and Wallace looks at the belt on his shoulder.
Wallace: "And what a way to return... Getting gold right in my first match. And it's not as if it was an easy one. There where 3 legends and a promising tag team to beat... And except for Chupa I beat all of them single handedly. But you all know me. I'm not a champ sitting in the locker room with his title belt admiring the shiny gold as others tend to do. I'm a champ who loves to fight... So if anyone on the roster wants a shot at this belt *he taps the belt on his shoulder* Just step up and get one..."[/colour]
Wallace stands in the ring waiting for a reply from the locker room.(Tag to anyone)
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Post by The Chupster on Mar 18, 2010 22:21:42 GMT -5
Gwar's "Nitro Burning Funny Bong" almost immediately hits the arena, and a sullen Chupacabra makes his way out to the stage. He paces a bit, looking at the floor as he begins speaking.
Chupa:[/b][/color] Y'know, last year was pretty much a year of ups and downs for the ol' Chupster... things started off pretty okay an' I got ta team up with the Kunkster for a while an' we had some fun... then these loser-ass Sinner Twins kicked my ass, broke mah leg an' shipped me off overseas in a fuckin' crate, an' no one seemed ta notice. So's I rehab, hitchhike mah ass back to the States, get in touch with Rick Slade and come back ta fuck over OCW, only ta win some straps, lose 'em all, and generally get assfucked onna way to the end of the year- and then I come back here an' find out Rick Slade has bought the company. Just... fuck.
The fans boo. It rolls off of the Chupster's back; he continues his sob-story, unaffected.
Chupa:[/b][/color] ...and ta top it all off, the closest I've got to a win inna last two weeks is bein' the only guy who lost last week's elimination match without it bein' to you... Chris fuckin' Wallace.
As the fans continue their jeers and taunts, Chupa finally looks up at Wallace.
Chupa:[/b] [/color] Chris Wallace, back from whatever shithole dive or dimension he's been hidin' out in for the last 3 years. Comes right in, fresh as a daisy, while the rest'a us bastards rocked a double shift last week, an' fuckin' steals the United States Championship. And the funniest part is, it was because... of ME.
Wallace looks puzzled, but keeps his cool. The Chupster starts sounding the better side of pissed off, and the fans are really booing his shit now.
Chupa:[/b] [/color] Fuck you all, check the replay.
The ColossalTron buzzes to life and shows the last few moments of the United States Elimination match, as Sylas Styles cracks the Chupster in the jaw, putting him down. Sylas covers and gets the three, but clearly that isn't enough, and he drops an elbow- only to stand up right into a Chris Wallace punch and big boot. A cover and a pin later, and Chris Wallace is the United States Champion.
Chupa: [/b] [/color]You all see that? That was all ME. See, when Styles climbed on top of me for that three count, I knew I couldn't get up... so I resorted ta some psychological warfare in an attempt ta get him off'a me. I moaned an' told him that that shit felt good, an' asked him if he could move his hand down a little and cup mah nuts. That's what made him drop the elbow, an' that's what distracted him enough fer you ta get in that big boot for the win.
The fans yell and scream. The word "bullshit" is used a lot.
Chupa:[/b] [/color] So now I'm out here ta collect. I ain't had a win yet this year- but then again, I ain't had a singles match that didn't include Teabag gettin' a lucky punch, that lil bitch. So whatta ya say, tall, dark and fugly?
The Chupster lets his arms fall to his sides as the crowd chants their diatribes against him, awaiting Wallace's response.
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Post by Shandy on Mar 19, 2010 11:42:50 GMT -5
Wallace looks at Chupa on the stage almost with a smirk on his face. He lets the words settle before replying.
Wallace: "Of course it had to be YOU out of everyone to come out here, Chupa! Three years I been gone from this fed and it seems you have gone even more crazy than I remembered. Or maybe you made too much love to that goat... *lets the words linger watching Chupa's face*
Anyway, I'm not here for personal stuff I'm here for business. *Wallace looks at Chupa thinking* You and I we have our history here in OCW... I know you got what it takes to step into the ring with the Deadman... Or at least you had what it took... *Chups mouths Wallace off but his words are drowned by the crowd and the fact that his mic seems to be turned off*
You want your first victory in 2010, you want that belt I got here... That's fine with me... But I want something too...
I want your soul, Chupa...
You bring all you got... All your goats, sledgehammers or whatever you can think of. The Chupster and the Deadman will go one on one![/colour]
As Wallace ends the lights go out again and when they come back on Wallace is gone. The child's voice can be heard again "He's coming for your soul, Chupacabra!"
The camera fades to black.
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