King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted October 5, 2006 COLE We're four days removed from World Without End and right now we wanna take the time to thank everyone who joined us, Sunday night live on PPV. Encore presentations are currently running and we encourage to check local listings if you missed it. We're still getting over what went down at the end of that show, an incident which may have changed the face of the OAOAST forever. A crazy situation and... Suddenly, in mid preamble we cut backstage. With his head down, the body language of a beaten man and no OAOAST World Championship over waist or shoulder, Puerto Rican Lightning has arrived in the building. Following a few steps behind, Stephen Joseph Popick seems equally as dejected as both stroll down the hallways in search of their locker room. Although, to be fair, it's not clear if PRL really knows where he's going. He's just walking on auto-pilot. COLE Well, there's PRL, the victim of that incident at World Without End and understandably, not looking his usual self. COACH And who can blame him. COLE Love PRL or hate him, what went down Sunday night was plain wrong and you can't help feeling for the guy. To lose with the World Title on the line under any circumstances is crushing to any wrestler, let alone PRL who's so desperate to be the Champion of this company. But...we all saw what happened. PRL continues on down the hallways. All eyes are locked on The Corporate Champion as he passes by, head down. The usual arrogance isn't there. His usual walk, head high, nose turned up at the world, gone. And most unusually of all, people seem to be sympathetic towards him. Despite all the insults, all the wrong doings, people seem to be actually feeling sympathy for Tha Puerto Rican. Random faces, backstage workers, some of the backstage crew watch on. D*LUX and Jade Rodez stop in mid-conversation as PRL passes, losing their trains of thought and their conversation seems to turn to something else. Big Jumbo shakes his head in the background. Christian Wright, former associate of Popick, gives the "Career Consultant" a quick pat on the back. POPICK Yo, PR, this way. Stopping, PRL realises his missed the turning and groans. Wiping a hand over his head Tha Puerto Rican drags himself around as Popick leads the way into the locker room... ...as suddenly, something flies through the air, landing right on PRL's head. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Reaching up, PRL pulls the offending white towel from his head and growls under his breath. The towel is gripped tight in hand and if it were possible for cotton to break under pressure, it would be right now, The Puerto Rican looking tempted to tear the towel clean in half. PRL throws the towel to the ground and whips around to see where the towel came from, half expected a smug World Champion or a certain associate to be waiting on him. But instead, he finds someone he's not too familiar with. Leant up against a wall, the scrawny figure of OAOAST 6-Man Tag Team Champion Jamie O'Hara seems all too casual. PRL raises the Corporate Eyebrow in his direction, prompting The Birmingham Bad Boy to pull himself off the wall. PRL Do you think... this is funny? O'HARA Who me? PRL Do you THINK... that this is FUNNY!? O'HARA Yo, chill out dawg, I'm jus' playin'. Man, be easy! PRL growls again but manages to control his temper. The last thing he's concerned with now is some mouthy little punk. O'HARA Blllllllllllllllllaat! Ha-ha! With his index and middle fingers aimed right at the back of PRL's head, O'Hara impression of a automated weapon isn't quite on the level of that guy from Police Academy. But the point gets across. And as PRL turns around again, this time, there's no containing his anger. PRL AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! With a primal scream PRL suddenly charges O'Hara and tackles him into the wall, knocking the wind out of The Birmingham Bad Boy, allowing him to wrestle him to the floor. PRL then proceeds to try and take out all his frustrations on O'Hara and he fires off some wild right hands, O'Hara trying to cover up as down rain the punches. PRL has completely lost it. Luckily for O'Hara though, out of the locker room rushes Stephen Joseph Popick again. Popick dives in and drags his buddy off of the scrawny Englishman who starts kicking out at PR. Referees and officials are eventually on the scene and pin O'Hara back as Popick manages to drag Tha Puerto Rican, kicking and screaming (quite literally) into their locker room. The door audibly locks behind them, PRL's muffled ranting and raving still audible, as O'Hara shoves the referees away and dusts himself off. O'HARA Why you holdin' me back!? I had that bitch! (towards the door) Oi! You jus' made a mistake, prick! I'm'a cap you, you hear!? I'm'a get you biatch! You ain't 'erd the last of me! Referees again step in and start to drag O'Hara away from the locker room door, which PRL seems to be attempting to kick in from the inside, as not before time we go back to Doub'C at ringside. COLE Jamie O'Hara picked the wrong time and the wrong person to be a loudmouth too. COACH This place is crazy. Times like this, I wish I had my gun... COLE Ahem! COACH ...license. Gun [i]license[/i]. I don't actually own any. COLE Right. COACH I just shoot squirrels. Honest. They're vermin. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
