The Camera pans to the announce team!

	LOS ANGELES!!! WELCOME TO THE GREATEST, KICK-OFF AKA PRE-SHOW AKA NOT POST SHOW AKA, THE SHOW BEFORE THE SHOW. THIS IS SUMMERCIDE!!!!
	WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

	We are going to kick things off the right way! I am Tom Sanders joined as always by my brother from another mothers, mother!
	3rd Mother removed, Big Randy Rice!!!!

	We have a great little hootinany for you guys tonight!
	So lets stop yapping and start smashing!!!!

The scene opens to Adam Adams pacing back and forth through the hallway staring at the group and talking to himself. He is approached by an apprehensive Stacey Clark.

Stacey Clark: Hi Adam. Would you mind if I got a few words with you before your match?

Adams continues to pace for a moment before stopping to address the question.

Adams: Stacy. I really don't really have a whole lot to say. I was ambushed on Thursday by some masked man that goes by the name Mystique. That has been all that I have been able to think about for the past few days.

Stacey Clark: We've seen Mystique before, but him attacking you seems really out of place. Do you know what may have caused the assault?

Adams: That's the thing. I've been racking my brain, and for the life of me, I can not think of anything.

Adams: The best conclusion I could come up with is that he was trying to send a message to someone else, and he saw the opportunity to use me when I least expected it.

Adam Adams now looks directly into the camera, his eyes piercing the lens with his focused intensity.

Adams: But Mystique, you're soon going to realize that you picked the wrong guy to try to mess with.

Adams: I've been here making a name for myself, and I'm not going to let some gutless coward that hides behind a mask and attacks from the dark be the one to slow me down.

Adams: You attacking me is going to be a blessing in disguise, because now all of the OCW universe will be able to see me give you what you deserve under the bright lights of Summercide.

Adams: I don't need to ambush you from the shadows. I'm going to give you spineless snake everything that you deserve. I'll see you in the ring.

With that, Adam Adams walks away from Stacey to continue preparing for his match.

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	ADAM ADAMS, SUMMERCIDE DEBUT!!!!
	OH ITS GOING DOWN!!! NEXT!!!!!....But first!

The scene opens on a downtown LA street, the setting sun angling long shadows across the buzzing from people in and out of cars. To the side of the frame, The One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, leans on the back of a bench while he continues a conversation he had been having with the camera man.

Bobby Minio: Yeah, I might just get a place in the city and a car there and just… avoid this whole Uber crap at all costs. I’ll probably start looking after this weekend.

Gesturing with his hands while he speaks, Minio notices that the phone he was holding had lit up. He can see the driver information on the display.

Bobby Minio: If I never do this again it would be too soon.

He groans under his breath, before reading the name out loud.

Bobby Minio: Will W.

Bobby Minio: Who could that be? Wil Wheaton? He strikes me as the kind of guy who would be doing this.

The camera man shrugs from behind the camera. You know because… well, you know.

Bobby Minio: Yeah, I’m just saying right now, if this is some washed up celeb or wrestler, I’m just going to break my phone and go back to the hotel room. I’ve had it with this serendipitous garbage.

Minio glances back down at his phone, a look of dread striking his face.

Bobby Minio: “Will W.”

Almost as soon as Minio had said it, the car zips up to the curb. A pickup truck with an extended cab sits in front of Minio, who peers in through an open shotgun window of a man who looks too eager to drive Minio somewhere. Minio sends a cautious glance back at the camera before he begins to slink toward the car.

Bobby Minio: Alllright… wait.

Minio stops dead in his tracks, his right hand gesturing to the camera man.

Bobby Minio: Who is that?

Camera Man: Uhhh...?

Bobby Minio: Why are you even here?

Minio’s eyes narrow past the lens of the camera and toward the camera man’s face.

Bobby Minio: If nothing was happening, you would be busy following Smythe around trying to hustle 8x10’s on marks or Mugen putting on his clown paint! This is somebody. WHO IS IT?

Camera Man: It’s… it’s… I’m so sorry. It’s the Wildman.

Bobby Minio: Come again?

Camera Man: Willie Watson.

Bobby Minio: Am I supposed to know that name?

Camera Man: He was the racist guy, who got booted from the locker room!

Bobby Minio: … Ohhhhh! … Oh.

Just as Minio remembers the incident, his body snaps up straight. He takes a pitcher’s stance, his iPhone in his left hand, before leaning forward and firing his iPhone straight through the passenger and onto the dashboard, where it crashes and explodes into a small cloud debris.

Willie Whatshisname jumps back in his seat, complaining to himself inaudibly. Minio turns to the camera with an about face before snapping a salute into the lens.

Bobby Minio: Sorry Summercide, but I’m done with this bulls***.

Minio slings his bag back over his shoulder, lifts his chin up high and proudly walks back into the lobby of a gutwrenchingly hip and expensive hotel.

The camera pans back to Willie Whatever who repeatedly attempts to brush the broken remains of the iPhone off of the dash while wincing as the broken display cuts his palm. The scene fades into the next segment.

 

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	Roberto Miniosis has left the UBER!!!
	That man needs to sign up for DUMMYLIFT!!!, enter promo code OVERLORD for 3 FREE RIDES!!!!

ADAM ADAMS VS MYSTIQUE

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The Camera pans to the announce team!

	With authority!!!
	That's going to sting in the morning time!

 

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