Dimsmore

Well lookie here.... Them LOTUS blossoms are in some trouble now.... Seriously!!!!!

Why am I not surprised..... Lol

I can't signup either..... I'll take Buff Bagwell

Now you are getting the hang of it Ag.... Good stuff

I've done 3 matches today with the pirates and Dupree.... All are showman.... All got sigs after 4 moves tops.... Now if you want to have a billion people with that class running around OCW, then what am I to say bout that.... We can only come to a consensus of a handful of Showman that were non faces and that did tech-like or Power-like moves... So unless everyone is willing to completely re-do their move sets to match the true definition of a showman (Face or Heel), Letting all those former Generalist roll to showman will become a bit on the cheese side and more changes would have to be made...

Even if he was... Shawn was a Flyer then...

AJ: Flyer or Shooter Flair: Tech Miz: Brawler Morrison: Flyer Golddust: Brawler Shawn: Never a full fledged heel Rude I could give you, But the only other 2 I could give you that were Heels are The Rock and Hollywood Hogan.... But no one else in OCW is that kind of wrestler

(The scene opens in Lucas Dimsmore’s cabin in the woods of Nesquehoning, PA. Inside, the cabin is in shambles. Couch cushions are in chunks all over the place. Pieces of glass from windows and picture frames are scattered on the floor. As the camera moves thru the dining room, chairs are knocked over, some are missing legs and backs. The dining table is on its side up against the wall. The camera moves thru a rather narrow hallway in to the kitchen and you see Lucas sitting on the floor with his back up against the lower set of cabinets. He looks like his hasn’t bathed in days. In his hand, a picture of himself and Charlotte from about 4 years ago, just after their first wedding anniversary. The picture shows a much happier Dimsmore couple. The scene fades to a flashback with the happy couple arriving in St. Thomas, Virgin Islands at their hotel.) Charlotte: Oh my god Luke. This place is amazing. (Lucas uses the key card to open the door and turns to face Charlotte. His hair is shorter, barely to the back of his neck. Think goatee but the rest of his face is pretty clean minus some stubble.) Lucas: Yeah it is. Then again, just about anywhere beats Nesquehoning. (Charlotte chuckles) Charlotte: Oh stop…. (She walks over to the window) Hunny, look… We have our own balcony with an amazing view. (Lucas walks over to her and looks out as he wraps his arms around her waist from behind her.) Lucas: This should be a very interesting second honeymoon Mrs. Dimsmore. (As he starts to kiss on her neck, the scene goes back to Lucas in his kitchen. His face turns from no emotion to damn near rage. He slowly rips the picture in half and tosses it into a small waste basket at his feet. He reaches for another photo. This one you see Lucas’s hands holding a newborn baby. As his eyes start to tear up, the scene fades to another flashback about 6 months after their second honeymoon. The Dimsmores’ are rushing into Gnaden Huetten Memorial Hospital. Lucas is pushing Charlotte in a wheelchair as she is already starting her Lamaze breathing. Lucas stops at the nurses station.) Lucas: (Talking franticly) EXCUSE ME, MY WIFE’S WATER JUST BROKE!!! Nurse 1: Sir, you are gonna have to calm down. (She turns to another nurse behind her) Shannon, I’ll take him to get prepped for the delivery room, You take her to room 225 and call Dr. Crawford STAT. (As the nurses take them in separate directions, the scene fades to the next day. Charlotte is in bed holding the newest Dimsmore. There’s a knock at the door.) Charlotte: Come in… (In walks Lucas with a big bouquet of flowers, which lights up Charlotte’s face like you wouldn’t believe. He sets the flowers down on the night stand.) Lucas: How are my two favorite people in the world doing? Charlotte: We are doing just fine Dad. I can’t believe she already has a full head of hair. Lucas: I know, Can I hold her? (He holds his hands out as Charlotte sits up a little bit.) Charlotte: I thought you’d never ask. Because I have to pee like no tomorrow. (She hands him the baby then pulls herself out of bed and waddles to the bathroom and closes the door. Lucas walks over to the window and looks out and the early 645am sun rising. Then he looks at his daughter.) Lucas: Well, well, well…. Jazmyn Nicole Dimsmore. Welcome to the world. (He gently kisses her forehead as the scene goes back to Lucas in the kitchen. A single tear runs down his face as he kisses the photo. Just as he reaches over his head to place the picture on the counter top, the scene fades to the office of Dr. Crawford. He sits on his stool across from the Dimsmore’s. Charlotte is sitting on the edge on the bed in the exam room crying her eyes out. Lucas is standing next to her trying to console her.) Dr. Crawford: I’m very sorry, but the cancer spread very quickly and there was nothing we could do. Lucas: I understand doc. Do you mind giving us a minute? Dr. Crawford: Sure. Take all the time you need. (He exits) (Lucas walks around to the front of Charlotte. He raises her head up by lifting her chin. He wipes her tears from her face.) Lucas: Listen…. I’m hurting just as much as you are… But you know and I know that we wouldn’t want her to suffer… So it’s for the best…. She in a better place…. And we can always try again soon… (As she starts to cry again, they embrace and the scene goes back to the kitchen is now standing over the waste basket with the divorce papers in hand. The longer he looks at the papers, the anger and rage comes over his face more and more. He digs into his pants pocket and pulls out a lighter. He extends his hand with the papers out in front of him and lights the papers on fire. He holds it for a sec then tosses it in the waste basket. He turns around and puts the pic of him holding Jazmyn Nicole in his wallet and puts the wallet back in his pocket. He takes a deep breath and suddenly turns around and kicks the waste basket against the wall. The fire spills out of the basket and catches on the wallpaper. As the fire slowly makes its way up the wall, He makes his way out the back door. The Camera zooms in on his half of the picture as it fades out.)

http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/135/l_175f762f196d41ff86d88e5881b36111.gif {The scene opens back in Nesquehoning, Pa at Lucas Dimsmore’s Cabin. You see Lucas using his bench press behind his house snow flakes fall to the ground sporadically. Can’t really tell if they are new ones or ones falling from the trees. As the camera walks past him you see Charlotte Dimsmore peeking out the window. She sees that he’s not coming back in just this second and hurries to her cell. She opens and dials a number. As it rings, she continues to peek out the window from a distance to see if Lucas is coming back in the house. The call goes to the voicemail of whoever see was calling.} Charlotte: (almost a whisper) Hey…. Um… Dupree. (Sighs) It’s Charlotte. I just wanted to apologize and explain what happened in the back with me, you and Luke. And… uh…. I shot you a text Monday… But you were probably busy or something. Just give me a chance to explain please…. (She peeks once more as she sees Lucas starting to make his way in the cabin.) Charlotte: Call me back. (She hangs the phone up and meets Lucas at the door) Charlotte: Luke, you haven’t said two words to me since we got back. What is ya problem? Didn’t you say you wanted to talk this out?? (Lucas walks right by her and in to the bed room to change out of his workout clothes. She follows behind him.) Charlotte: HELLO??? You are not really gonna blame me for ya loss are you?? (Lucas stops mid-way thru taking his t-shirt off and storms over to Charlotte standing in the door way. He gets face to face with her, staring dead in her eyes. The look on his face is pure hostility. But just as he starts to say something, He takes a deep breath, takes a few steps back from her. Finishes taking his shirt off and throws it in her face.) Charlotte: YOU SORRY SON OF A…… (She takes the shirt and throws it right back at him. He catches it and fakes like he going to rocket it back in her face. She doesn’t flinch and he just drops in on the floor at her feet and makes his way to the dresser to get a new shirt.) Charlotte: One, You can’t in ya right mind think I had anything to do with you losing to ya twin brother… (Chuckles) And two, Deuie invited me. Since you never let me in to that side of ya life. Lucas: (With an appalled look on his face) You just happen to met this poser in an airport bar, hop in a cab with him and fly with him to San Diego. Now you have a pet name for him?? Maybe your masters degree from Georgia Tech can tell me what the hell is wrong with that picture. Charlotte: My psychology degree doesn’t pertain to lunatics like you. Lucas: Wow, way to use your highly educated vocab to come to that conclusion. (She walks over to him and gets in his face) Charlotte: You see, It’s sly comments like that which has me pushing for this divorce. After 8 long years, 5 years of marriage, when ever we have an argument, you wanna knock me for the work I put in. Do I sense a hint of jealousy? (Lucas grins and tugs on the hair on his chin with his hand) Lucas: You know, If you would have just listened to me from the jump and kept your nosey ass here and waited until I got back from the road, all this would have been avoided. But like always you want to live on Planet Charlotte. And do things your way or no way. Charlotte: No, If you would have been the man to me that you were a few years ago, then things would be how they are supposed to be. But ever since “The Incident”, You have been a completely different person. (Lucas waves his hand in her face like “Get the hell out of here” and starts walking to the kitchen area. Charlotte continues to follow.) Charlotte: You are aggravated 24-7, You haven’t shaved in I don’t know how long. It’s like this wrestling thing has been ruling your life the last handful of years. I want the old Luke Dimsmore back. And if I can’t get that, then I’m out the door. (Lucas takes a sip of his Powerade.) Lucas: First, I told you to never mention “The Incident” again. Two, people change over time. But for you to just want to up and leave is a little ridiculous. Charlotte: (Shocked) Up and leave? It’s been 3 years. I can’t deal with this anymore. (He finishes drink and places it on the counter top.) Lucas: Look, we have been together way to long and been thru way too much to end this now. We can get thru this. Charlotte: Yea ok. (She turns her back to him) You just don’t….. (Charlotte’s phone rings and she walks over to it. She checks the caller ID and it’s Dupree. She hurries to the front porch and closes the door before she answers.) Lucas: (Dumbfounded) What the F…….. (Lucas heads to the front porch.) Charlotte: Listen, I’m sorry bout how things went down Sunday…… No, no… I should have mentioned to you bout him, but I just didn’t know … (Lucas walks over and grabs the phone from her ear.) Lucas: DUPREE!!! WHAT THE HELL DID I TELL YOU SUNDAY?? KEEP YA GRUBBY CANADIAN HANDS OFF OF HER. WHY DON’T YOU GO WORRY BOUT YA OPPONENT ALEXANDER. HE’S MORE YOUR CUP OF TEA. (Lucas launches the phone into the front yard and it disappears into the snow. Charlotte looks out to the yard in disbelief. Then turns to Lucas and tries to slap the taste out of his mouth. He catches her hand at the wrist. He smiles.) Lucas: Well, that’s the feisty Charlotte that I have come to love. (She pulls her arm away from him.) Charlotte: You are such an ass. I hope Matsuda spits in ya face this Sunday. Lucas: Really? Maybe you want to come to Orlando this week. You can translate for that Jap cause he wouldn’t even know if the ref counts 3 if he was to pin my shoulders to the mat. Trust me, it won’t get that far. He’s one of the deathmatch international fighters. Quick to grab anything at ringside that isn’t bolted to the floor. Luckily, this is a straight 1 on 1 match. So if he even thinks about using any weapons, that will be a quick 3 points for me in the standings and I’ll be one step closer to that OCW Ambition Title. Charlotte: Ha Ha… You aren’t on his level. How soon you forget that match that him and Patolomai put on at Trials. Lucas: Again, here you go. Coming from Planet Charlotte. That was a hardcore match missy. He’s specialty. This is a tourney, straight wrestling. My area of expertise. He doesn’t stand a chance. Charlotte: Ugh, I can’t look at you right now. (Charlotte storms into the house. Grabs her coat and purse and heads to her car. As she speeds away, Lucas walks back in the house and looks thru the mail on the table. Seeing that it’s nothing but bills he leaves it alone and walks to the living room and turns on the TV.) Lucas: (Sighs) Women. {The Scene fades}

That's what I get for goin' on OCW on my phone at work..... SHM

http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o181/mayneevent41/lucas-1.gif {The scene opens up and you see Lucas Dimsmore in the middle of the Mexico City International Airport arguing with someone on the phone.} Lucas: DON’T I PAY YOU TO HANDLE THINGS LIKE THIS??? AND WHY THE HELL DID YOU TELL HER WHERE I WAS STAYING IN MEXICO??? Man on Phone: I’m sorry Mr. Dimsmore, but my hands are tied. Lucas: I TOLD HER BEFORE WHEN I GET BACK TO NESQUEHONING AFTER THIS SUNDAY, THAT WE WOULD WORK THINGS OUT. NOW SHE WANTS ME TO SIGN DIVORCE PAPERS??? Man: She hired the best divorce lawyer in the whole Mid-Atlantic. And of all people, you should know that Charlotte Dimsmore is not someone that you want to cross. (Lucas drops his carry on bag and forcefully sits down in the waiting area. His head in his hands and his phone is in his lap. He sits back and slouches in his chair. He looks very tired and stressed. He finally put the phone back to his ear. ) Lucas: (Trying to remain calm) Listen Isaac. I really don’t need to be dealing with this right now. I just got into OCW. I’m 2-0 in my first two matches, and I still can’t get top billing. They have some silly poll on OCW.com and the fans choose a guy that speaks no or very bad English, a savage cannibal, his brother that looks like he sacrifices chickens in the name of voo doo and to top it off. I’m behind that ridiculous excuse of a wrestler, Tiberius Dupree. Now is really not the time…… (The text message beep goes off in his ear. He pulls the phone away from his ear to read it) Message: You need to stop dodging me and take care of this cuz I can’t do this anymore (He ignores it and goes back to Isaac) Lucas: Great, now she’s sending me messages Levine. Me and you are going to have a nice little sit down when I get back to PA. Just to remind you whose f’n side you are on. Isaac: My apologies, Have a safe flight. Lucas: Yeah. ( He hangs his phone up and puts it in his pocket. He reaches in the one open pouch on his bag, pulls out his flight ticket to double check the boarding time. After seeing that he still has a while, he makes his way to the bathroom. Just before he gets to the door. A woman, carrying a packet of papers, taps him on the shoulder.) Woman: Excuse me. ( He turns to face her and shows utter distain on his face as he realizes that it is in fact Charlotte Dimsmore.) Lucas: You have got to be f’n kidding. ( She stands in front of Lucas. All 5’6” of her. Dressed very casual. Light brown leather jacket, blue jeans and slight heels. She has dark shades and big hoop earrings that are covered by her shoulder length black hair.) Charlotte: Well Luke. Fancy seeing you here in Mexico. Lucas: Cut the shit Charlotte. I already know that you and your super divorce lawyer bum rushed Isaac Levine’s office and found my whereabouts. I already explained to you that I didn’t want it to get to this point. And that we would talk things out after I go to San Diego and dismantle that wanna-be Dale Ernsmore. Charlotte: (Raising her voice a little) You see. That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Everything in this marriage has turned into all about you. Lucas, Lucas, Lucas. I, I, I. Well I just can’t deal with this anymore. (Lucas makes the motion like he wants to choke her) Lucas: Woman, If you don’t get away from me, I will show you and everyone in this airport what I plan on doing to Ernsmore. So unless you want your lights dimmed, I suggest you take those papers, get on a plane back to Nesquehoning and we will discuss this matter then. Charlotte: Whatever!! (She turns and starts to walk away) Charlotte: You are only delaying the inevitable. (She disappears into the crowd as Lucas shows signs of him fuming.) Lucas: (Low tone) Dale Ernsmore…… Come this Sunday… … You will be in the wrong place…… At the wrong time…… I will…… make an example…… out of you… … I will…… I will……. I F’n Will. {Lucas turns and shoves the bathroom door, damn near off the hinges, as he walks in with his bag. The scene fades}

Like it..... Good work Santos

Very Good Riot.... Valmont has Aries doin' some crazy mess...

Hilarious Karim

Wow... how does Aries feel as the Heavyweight Champ and he's 4th in the Top 5???

Very interesting... Can't wait for the rest of the parts

Very Funny Karim.... You seem to be at all the hot spots around

http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o181/mayneevent41/lucas.gif BRRR…. BRRR…. BRRR… BRRR… BRRR… BRRR…. {It’s 530am Hawaii Standard time. Lucas Dimsmore is awaken by the alarm clock in his hotel room.} BRRR…. BRRR…. BRRR… BRRR… BRRR… BRRR…. (He tried to reach for the snooze button without moving anything but his right arm. He continues to miss the button) Lucas: (Half awake)…. What…. The…. Hell??? BRRR…. BRRR…. BRRR… (He finally pulls his head up off the pillow and shut the alarm off. He sits up on the edge of the bed, grabs a t-shirt off the floor, puts it on and stands up to stretch.) Lucas: Mmm, 530 comes way to early. (He walks over to the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way and closes the door behind him) {About an hour later, you see Lucas walking thru the lobby of the hotel with his gym bag in hand. He stops at the front desk} Attendant: (In a very cheery manner) Aloha Mr. Dimsmore. You are up mighty early. (Lucas gives him a very cold stare. He doesn’t seem to be awake yet) Lucas: Just point me in the direction of the coffee. Attendant: It’s over there to the left. (Lucas turns and walks in that direction. As he gets to the counter where the coffee is, he overhears a TV with an Ambition commercial on. He doesn‘t stop to look at the TV. It just plays in the background.) TV Announcer: Catch the new wave of OCW Superstars this Sunday at the Stan Sheriff Center on the University of Hawaii at Manoa campus. As OCW presents Ambition. Featuring Cody Storm, The Nearly 400lb Patolomai, “The Canadian Dragon” Tiberius Dupree, and in the Main Event. The international sensation, The Unbeatable Matsuda makes his OCW debut against Kadir Yasan. Bell Time 7:00pm. Get your tickets NOW!!! (By the time the commercial is over, Lucas is done and takes a sip of his hot cup of joe.) Lucas: Umm hmm (He grabs his bag and heads out the hotel towards the rental car place. As he walks in, you see the face of customer service rep light up. He’s in his early 20’s. But seems like a huge OCW fan by his reaction) Service Rep: Hey, aren’t you Lucas Dimsmore??? Lucas: (Reluctantly) Yea Service Rep: WOW! I can’t believe it. I’ve never a pro wrestler before. Lucas: Yea, I bet you can’t. Service Rep: Are you fighting at Ambition this Sunday?? I got floor seats. (Lucas takes a long sip of his coffee before he answers) Lucas: Yes I am. Service Rep: Awesome. Who are you facing? Lucas: Someone named Royce Bentley. (The Service Rep gasps) Service Rep: Are you serious? He’s one of my favorite wrestlers. You may have your hands full with him. Lucas: I’m sure he would be one of your favs. Service Rep: Huh? (He puts his bag on the ground and gets real close to the young employee) Lucas: (In a very low tone of voice) You see son. There are a lot of wrestlers in OCW, quite frankly in the world of pro wrestling, that have clouded your juvenile mind that wrestling is about the glitz and the glamour. That it’s about flashy moves, slick talking and a “BALLIN” lifestyle. (He looks away for a second. Chuckles to himself and turns back to the Service Rep) Lucas: (low tone) Royce needs to be taught a lesson. A lesson in the art of wrestling. I wasn’t trained how to talk on the mic. I didn’t get in this business to make “Straight Cash Homie” or whatever the hell that means. I came here to bring back the true essence of pro wrestling. I’m going to strap up, walk down that aisle, and teach him a lesson in pure technical wrestling. (He backs away from the Service Rep) Lucas: (normal voice) And that’s only the beginning. I plan on freeing the minds of all the OCW fans that have had to suffer thru the fluff that they have become accustom to here. And you young sir, can be the first one that comes into the light and sees the truth. And don’t worry, you don’t have to thank me now. After I give Mr. Bentley what he has coming to him. As I look in to the audience and see one single person standing and applauding the seminar that they have just witnessed in the ring, I will know then, that my efforts were appreciated. {Lucas hands the Service Rep his coffee. Takes the set of keys out of his hands and walks towards the door as the scene fades}

The Pride of Nesquehoning will not disappoint.... I promise you that....

"I will throw you off a building and eat ya soul" That's why I don't mess with you Sensation.... Can't wait for Ambition... We should do it live from Nesquehoning... LMAO

Don't really matter... i more or less like taking shots at him.... I appreciate the work you put in regardless

Aight.. a few things.... 1. Video was tremendous as always 2. Why was Dupree getting the best of me in most of that vid? He's a bum... LOL jk 3. Patolomai is the largest man I've ever seen.... All in all, Good stuff... Ready to get this goin.

Real nice vid Sensation.... Can't wait til i get to that status...

You sure like patin' ya self on the back don't ya...

http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o181/mayneevent41/lucas.gif {The Scene fades up on a cabin deep in the woods of Nesquehoning, PA. There is about a foot and a half of snow on the ground and doesn’t show any signs of letting up any time soon. As the cameraman makes his way to the porch of the cabin, you see Lucas standing there. Staring off into the woods as the flakes continue to fall.) Lucas: Seems like all it ever does here is snow. (He picks up the coffee mug that was resting on the rail) Lucas: It never fails. Every year, about this time, the town shuts down because of blizzard like conditions. (He takes a sip and places it back on the rail) Lucas: People here can’t even get a chance to get rid of the old snow before new flakes begin to fall. (He runs his hands thru his hair as if he was tired of seen it snow) Lucas: Just once, I would like to see something different. Something new. Something…. That wasn’t like anything that is the “Norm” in this town. (He picks up his coffee once more. Takes a sip and tosses the rest into the snow bank over the rail) Lucas: I, Lucas Dimsmore, am that something different. I am not one of these other wrestlers that does more yapping than anything else. I wasn’t bred to do that. Call it old school, call it Boring, call it what you want. Words that come out of your mouth in front of a camera or with a mic in your hand will not win you titles or matches here in OCW. (He puts his coffee mug down on a little end table that rests up against the cabin behind him and walks to the top of the steps that lead to the porch. Still looking at the flakes coming down) Lucas: I’ve seen it way to much in this business. From my days in wrestling school, to the other promotions that I have graced with my presence. Any hot shot with a few quotable lines that will get a cheap pop from the fans. Thinks he’s the baddest and best wrestler in the world. But when it comes down to it, their in ring skills are severely lacking. (He turns left and faces the camera) Lucas: Fans and wrestlers of OCW, take notice. I’m not here to talk about what I’ve done in previous stops, what I am gonna do when I make my debut on Ambition, or what I will do while I’m in OCW. I’m gonna show up, strap up, and shut up all those diarrhea of the mouth wrestlers. I’ll see y’all real soon. (He turns to walk in the house and slams the door in the cameraman’s face as it fades to black)