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The scene opens up with Ric Owen outside the arena with his butler, wearing a long black leather trench coat, a black winter hat, black sunglasses, and black gloves. He looks up and sees all the lights are off, indicating, that WCW is closed.
Ric Owen: What did I tell you? This hellhole is gone, and I for one, COULDN'T BE HAPPIER! YEAH, THE YELLING POODLE, HUH?! THE CHIWAWA?! F*** YOU ALL! F*** YOU ALL!
Butler: Okay, Mr. Owen. Lets, get out of here.
Ric Owen: Wait...
Ric takes the WCW logo on the door, and spits on it. He then steps on it, and gives it the finger. He looks at the camera.
Ric Owen: I wish you all good luck in the future. I wish you all good luck finding a good box to move in, you good for nothing mother...no, don't bleep this...FUCKERS!
Ric spits on the camera, and leaves the scene. Ric smiles as he leaves WCW...forever. OOC and for real, I couldn't be happier. I hate this shitstain of a fed called Western Championship Wrestling.
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Finale
