F@#* All Yall...

[scott]

The show returns from a break, and a new entrance theme hits the PA. However, an old face emerges from backstage. Scott O'Dell. Sporting his now shaven head and a scowl across his face, Scott makes his way to the ring. He rolls inside and walks over to the PA announcer, snatching the mic from his hand. He then proceeds to face mushing the poor man clean out of the ring...

Buzz: JEEEZ!!! What a piece of work that O'Dell is. Just a bitter god damn baby. He lost his title. He lost his hair, and now we've gotta here him whine about it.

Roach: The last time Scott O'Dell was in the ring, he was fresh off of losing the XWA Title to Keith Wyle. It'll be interesting to say the least what he has to say.

As the crowd boos O'Dell, he stands dead center in the ring. A look of pure hatred in his eyes. He raises his mike and speaks.

I'd like to first start off by saying...F*CK ALL OF YOU.

The boos rain down even more after his opening statement.

Roach: Yea. That was colorful.

Scott continues...

That goes to each and every one of you people in this arena. All of you assholes watching at home. All of the ass jockeys backstage. The XWA Board Of Directors. Chris Lionheart. Carmella Blackheart. Hell...the entire GOD DAMN INDUSTRY. I came into this ring, week in and week out. And I busted my ass. I put on a show, and beat every single challenger I faced. And yet you all boo me for being confident in my own skill. All I ever heard since the Night Of Champions is "you're not fit to be champion". But week in and week out I beat the asses of every man I faced. When Keith Wyle managed to squeak out his lil' lucky win, you know what you all did? You know what everyone backstage did? The celebrated. Not that he won. But that he took the title off ME. ME!!! The best pound for pound superstar in the WORLD. But every single one of you cheer and rally behind him being champ. DESPITE the fact that I handed him is little Miami ass a week before. DESPITE the fact that I sent his punk ass packing from ONESHOT JUST BEFORE I made that pussy Kayn tap. But he's our "champ".

Scott paces the ring. He nods his head back and forth with a smirk before continuing.

So we've now got a pussy whipped CHUMP as our champ. Nice. XWA is banking on a no named, glorified JOBBER who's lost to the likes of Kayn, Eric Rhodes and SIMON FIERHART to be "The face of the company". Right...real reassuring. A guy who let his CHICK win a match for him. But that's what we classify as a "Champion" these days. So be it then. Keith Wyle, you're on BORROWED TIME. The entire COMPANY is on BORROWED TIME. You see. I've sat by and tried to be the "team player". When all you assholes talked you crap about me behind closed doors, I rolled with it. I held my tongue. Well those days are LONG GONE. I'm not gonna be a corporate PUPPET anymore. Now I get to be ME. The REAL ME. A me who's bitter, resentful, callous, and dare I say even just a little bit bias. Because you see, if you're not an ally, you're an ENEMY. And I already know who my allies are. So that pretty much draws the line in the sand.

Buzz: Will you listen to this pompous asshole? I can't even believe HE buys into any of the crap he's just said.

Scott turns immediately in the direction of Berman and Roach.

What was that, Berman? Speak up, fagget. No one can hear you when you're talkin' under your breathe.

Even MORE boos burst from the crowd as result of Scott's comments. Buzz stands up from his seat and addresses Scott back.

You heard me, O'Dell. All you've ever done is talk about how great you are. Toot your own horn about "I'm That God Damn Better". Well the fans, the roster, just about everyone is just sick of it. You're what's wrong about wrestling. A guy who only looks out for himself.

Buzz, what the hell are you doing? Sit DOWN, dammit!

Scott rolls out of the ring and stands in front of the Announce table. He looks Buzz eye to eye.

Is that right? I'm bad for the industry? It's been MY ass that's lined you pockets with cash from day one. Every one of these peons come out week after week to see what the hell Scott O'Dell's gonna do next. What, does that make you mad, Berman? Look at you...with you lil gay ass winter hat. You make me SICK.

Scott snatches Buzz's hat off his head and throws it to the floor.

Aw, did that make you mad, Buzz? You wanna hit me? You wanna take a shot at me, Big man? C'mon. Take a shot, Berman. Belt me one.

Scott antagonizingly sticks his chin out to Buzz. Fighting off the urge to take a shot at him, Buzz simple walks over to pick up his hat. As he bends down however, Scott pushes him with his foot, knocking him over.

C'mon now, Scott. That's not even necessary. Don't do this, man.

Scott turns and points to Roach.

SHUT YER DAMN ASS UP!!!

He then turns back to Buzz, who had grabbed his hat and was back on his feet...

C'mon BERMAN. You're so tough. Mister tell it like it is. Take a shot. You wanna be bad with you lil' shades and you cheap ass fur coat. HIT ME.

Scott slaps Buzz clean across the face. With a sadistic smirk on his face Scott laughs as Buzz stumbles back.

You're just like all these IDIOTS in this arena. All the PUSSIES back stage. You talk a good one, but when it comes time to knuckle up, you can't do the god damn job. You're a worthless piece of GARBAGE Berman.

Buzz had heard enough. As Scott stands laughing, Buzz reaches back and indeed takes a shot at Scott, hitting him right in the face. Scott looks almost surprised as Buzz whacks him. The crowd comes unglued as Buzz stands up for himself, but Scotts surprise soon becomes pure anger. He grabs Buzz by the back of his head ans slugs him with clean right, knocking the much smaller Berman to the floor.

GOD DAMMIT, O'DELL!!! He's not a wrestler!!! DAMMIT!!! What the hell is wrong with you!!! Someone get out here and STOP THIS!!!

Something inside Scott's head snaps. He grabs Buzz from off the floor and rolls him into the ring. Lifting him back up to his feet by this collar, Scott puts Berman in a military press. Holding him high in the air, The crowds boos almost shake the arena. Scott proceeds to the deliver a Michinoku Driver to Berman dead center in the ring. Buzz writhes in pain as Scott hovers over him with a far off look on his face. It was clear this was an O'Dell no one had seen before. His presence was of that of pure menace. He can be seen scream expletives at Berman as he stands over him, but suddenly, the crowds boos become cheers as it appears someone backstage had seen enough...

[ryan]

Ryan Fierhart, Scott's old nemesis comes charging down to the ring to the roar of the crowd. He slides into the ring and pops right back up to his feet, cutting O'Dell off from making another advance on Berman. He points at Scott and screams off mic at him. The look on his face showed pure resentment. It was clear O'Dell had turned the corner and was now even worse then he was a champion. Ryan clinches his fists, expecting an attack from O'Dell...

[scott]

Scott simply laughs at loud as Fierhart comes to the aid of Berman. He could have indulged in a scrap with him, but his point was already made. His statement had been hammered home. Scott shakes his head at the infuriated Ryan and backs away to the ropes, doing his signature One Handstand out of the ring. He walks around to the walkway as the crowd begins to boo and hurl items in his direction. Scott totally eats it all up. For 5 months everyone pegged him as a bad guy, and hated him for being what he was. Now, in one fell swoop, he gave EVERYONE even more reason to hate him. And he wouldn't have it any other way. He runs his hand over his bald head before pointing to Ryan still in the ring. On his lips he could be seen speaking the words...

Do Somethin'

...as he backs all the way up to the stage, vanishing behind the curtains.

[ryan]

As officials pile into the ring to tend to the downed Berman, Ryan eyes Scott all the way as he takes his leave. Ryan's face showed nothing but hate towards O'Dell, even more so then usual. When Scott returned to the back, Ryan turns to help tend to the downed Berman as the scene cuts to break.

End