NEW ORLEANS, LA

The Camera pans to ramp as an old nostalgic tune hits and the duo of Scaggs and Poling head down to the ring!! The packed crowd roars in excitement and begins to chant "OCW" OCW" "OCW"

	Ladies and Gentleman ITS TIME FOR DEVILS NIGHT!
	I'm so excited I can't contain myself!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	Amazing!
	Looks like we have something going on in the back!

 

We pan abruptly into a bit of a chaotic scene

We here indistinct yelling, the sounds of a struggle and the voice of OUR HERO Jaysin Sensation.

The camera pans down to three security guards forcibly dragging Ryu Matsumoto through the backstage area

OUR HERO: Oh you’re a bad man huh Trash? YOU WANNA GO INTO MY OFFICE PUT YOUR SOCKLESS FEET UP ON MY DESK..

OUR HERO: MY GOD DAM DAMN DESK, SPIDER!..ITS COCOBOLO!

OUR HERO: THEY HAD TO SCRUB FOR HOURS TO REMOVE YOUR FAILURE RESIDUE!

OUR HERO: You think you run this show? I RUN THIS SHOW!

RYU: JAY YOU BITCH! I’LL KILL YOU!

OUR HERO: YOU CAN TRY YOU RAGGEDY BITCH!

OUR HERO: But How you gunna do that? I thought you were gunna brain someone with a chair?

RYU: How Dare You! I

OUR HERO: Like this!

OUR HERO Launches a chair almost hitting the security guards and Spider! It clangs loudly on a wall as Our Hero begins to look around, while Spider begins to call out for TTT!

RYU: MY CIVIL RIGHTS ARE BEING VIOLATED!!!!

RYU: RUST!?

OUR HERO: WHAT! Oh no, no frenchie?

RYU: QUARTZZZZZZZZZZ?!

OUR HERO: Sorry b, no Isuzu to help you out here.

RYU: KASS?! MY SON!!! MY SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!

OUR HERO: Take out the Trash boys.

RYU: YOU WILL RUE THE DAY SENSATION! YOU WILL RUE THE DAY!!!!!!

OUR HERO: NO SHOES, NO HONOR JUST TRASH!

RYU: I WILL SUE...YOU..I WILL SUE...NATE I WILL SUE THIS WHOLE COMPANY...I WILL SUE EVERONE...

RYU: NO..NO...NOOOOOO!!!

The group finally reaches the loading area of the arena, the 3 security guards get to the edge of the dock and unceremoniously heave Spider over the edge and into a dumpster.

RYU: HAAAAAAAAAAAAALP

OUR HERO: And stay OUT , DUMMY!

Out of sheer frustration Our Hero looks for something to throw! He reaches into his coat pocket and launches a candy bar that beans Ryu right in his good eye! As the dumpster is Hauled out of the Arena the faint pleas of Trash Spider can be heard

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
	WHAT ARE YOUR CHEERING FOR THIS IS TERRIBLE!

 

THE LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT OPEN CHALLENGE

DRAGO CESAR* vs ??????

 

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	WOAH!
	WHAAAT

 

Heavy footsteps are heard backstage. Passing in front of a camera is Rust Cohle, holding his RIOT Tag Team Championship over his shoulder ahead of his Tag Team Championship match against P3 later tonight…

Rust: Come on! Don’t tell me you’re nervous?

Stammering into frame is Quartz, who is breathing slightly erratically.

Quartz: I’m not nervous, bub’. I know how to talk to women. What I am concerned about is you cramping my style.

C.Q.C. begin walking down the hall with a purpose.

Rust: Me? Please. Trust me - I’m getting away from you two psychos as soon as I can. After that embarrassment I saw back with Kassidy. What was your pickup line again?

Quartz: Embarrassing? I think you mean smooth. I thought the French were supposed to be romantic? You wouldn’t know a good pickup line if it smacked you in the back of that dumbass head of yours.

Rust: Oh! I remember! I think there’s something wrong with my eyes…I can’t take them off of you. Hahaha!

Quartz: Psh. Like I said - Smooth as silk. Not sure why she didn’t respond, to be honest.

They approach a locker room door with the name ‘Heather Angelo’ on it. Rust steps back and gestures to Quartz in the direction of the door.

Quartz lifts his hand before pausing and looking down at his championship. He removes it from his shoulder and clicks it around his waist. After adjusting his PRISTINE SUNGLASSES further down his nose to reveal his eyes, he places both hands on the underside of the belt and looks back at Rust Cohle… who has his face in his hand.

As Quartz raises his hand to knock on the door… it begins to open. Cohle takes a nervous step back and waits for Heather to exit… Instead, it’s not Heather Angelo. It’s H2O.

Quartz: Harvey?

H2O, not expecting to see people outside the door, looks up at the Tag Team Champions with a grin.

H2O: ...and what are more of Trash’s offspring doing around Heather’s door?

Quartz: I don’t answer to you. What the hell are you doing in her locker room?

H2O: I don’t think that’s any of your business.

Quartz: I think you better steer clear of --

H2O But she’s not here, so don’t bother.

Quartz raises his PRISTINE SUNGLASSES once more and looks angrily at H2O.

Quartz: and you walked in there anyways, huh? I always pegged you for a creep.

H2O closes the door, exiting into the hallway with C.Q.C.

H2O: Creep?

H2O laughs under his breath.

H2O: What are we in? Grade school? Just like your in ring skills.

H2O: Once I’m done here with your beloved Fasha and become The OCW World Heavyweight Champion; KD and I will take those two “PRISTINE TAG TITLES” and purify them once again...

H2O looks at both members of C.Q.C. with determination…

H2O: … Whether we have to take them from you or P3… Doesn’t matter to me.

H2O: We might not be the A-Team but we’re damn sure will be equivalent to them. Keep them warm for us, Papa.

H2O moves in between C.Q.C. and slaps both of the titles as he walks away.

Rust: I really hate that guy.

Quartz: I’m glad my boo got away from that guy.

Rust looks over at his tag team partner and shakes his head.

Rust: Your what? Your boo? She doesn’t even know you exist bro.

Quartz laughs as he and Rust Cohle continue down the hall, in the opposite direction of H2O.

Quartz: Not yet, my friend… Not yet.

 

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	Never pegged him for a romanatic!
	That's because you are a lonely wierdo!

 

SINGAPORE CANE MATCH

HIJO DE MISTICO vs THE LAST BLACKSMITH

 

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	What a fun match!
	THWACK

We cut to backstage, where Cort is sitting on a chair in a locker room. The camera is zoomed in to show only his upper body and his hands as he cracks his knuckles. Suddenly, two hands (massive, yet smooth) clamp down on his shoulders.

Cort: AAH!

???: Oooh, tense. That’s no good.

Cort jumps out of the chair and spins around, quick as lightning.

Cort: Where the f*** did you come from!?

We zoom out, showing the interloper to be none other than OCW’s favorite sexual enigma, B17. He puts his hands on his hips like a sassy mean girl as he answers Cort.

B17: Sorry. My baby-soft, well-oiled feet allow me to move with extreme stealth. One minute I’m massaging Valkyrie’s back, the next I’m listening to Ashley Blain talk about breaking Valk’s back.

Cort: Ugh.

B17: Fear not! I am not only here to talk about my feet.

Cort groans.

Cort: Please, don’t be.

B17: I am here to bestow upon you a token of good luck.

Cort: As long as it isn’t… smelly or sticky or something, sure.

B17 produces an american flag bandana from… somewhere and proffers it to Cort. He gives it a sniff and takes it.

Cort: You know… you’re weird, unappealing and a questionable role model… but you’re not a bad guy, B.

B17: And you’re bad at being grateful, but I accept your thanks.

Cort: Heh. Good luck against Jackman. He’s a little… unstable. And he might be one of the only men to match your oil quotient.

B17: Mine is Tom Ford skin care products. My morning routine is very dedicated. His is natural body oils from not showering and some unnatural ones from the filth he rolls in.

Cort shrugs.

Cort: Fair enough. Oh, and try not to fall head first onto the apron.

B17: Oh, no, no, no, no. I can’t risk falling on my head without the wig!

Cort: I s’pose not.

B17: Good! Now, I must go suppose something myself.

Cort: I’m not going to ask what you mean by that, because I don’t want to know.

They share a brotherly fistbump and B17 silently slithers offscreen, leaving us with Cort. He holds the bandanna in his hands, considering it for a moment before tying it around the back of his head.

Cort: That’ll do, B. That’ll do.

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	What an unlikely duo!
	MR.AMERICA and FREAKZILLA!

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