After KD and Bookie have gone to the back, Xander appears to still be in denial, wildly shaking his head and screaming in rage. He goes over to the announcer and rips a microphone out of her hand.

Xander: No no no no no no no no NOOOOOO! I knocked him flat on his face, he DID NOT finish that count! And you ring the bell?! You declare those two the winners!? Careers HAVE ENDED GODDAMN IT!

Rane lunges at the bellkeeper and blasts him with a Silencer to the face before looking at Nathan who was now fully conscious again after being pinned.

Xander: Nathan, grab the damn ref, he isn't going anywhere.

Carter grinned and nodded as he waved teasingly at the now horrified referee who had made the mistake of doing his job. As he tried to scurry away, the Disturbing One took advantage and hit him with a DTF before joining Rane as their package had been secured.

Nathan: We warned you all didn't we? We're Ragnarok baby! And we're gonna rock out with our co**s out here in OCW, so NOBODY is standing in our way, certainly not our new little boy toy we're taking home with us for his punishment.

The two grab the official and run through the crowd to the back as they make their escape, getting away with what was a completely unnecessary attack on OCW officials.

In the back, a lone figure watched these events unfold on a monitor through narrowed eyes.

Kassidy Hayes: Wolves they are becoming, putting down wolves is my birth right.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like this fued is heating up!
	Don't we know it!

A lonely figure sits in a locker room, his face bruised an his left eye framed with a glorious black eye that has already begun to take on a yellow tinge around the edges.

In solitude sits the former world heavyweight champion of the world, Jacob Trance. Without his title, without his family and ultimately, with no friends.

His lips quiver and tremble as he speaks to himself, looking up towards the camera in shock. A hand nervously plays with his beard.

Trance: I knew you would come. Vultures always come... But I am not carrion. I am not dead. I am not rotting.

Jacob winces, having stretched the stitches in his forehead.

Trance: What's rotting... What has died and begun to fester is the loyalty of Lucas Crowe... He has become blind by his own ego, he doesn't get it. He doesn't understand... It was he that sought out me, it was he that called me father, he that decide I was this grand chosen one. Then...

Jacob chuckles before spitting off into a corner.

Trance: Then there's Harrison... A zombie, nothing more, nothing less. A dead husk walking the world, stinking up the air for people like me, dragging everyone down with his stench. Everyone wants to go to heaven, but nobody is prepared to die first... Sid, Sid belongs in the ground, hell is not full so he will need to go back from whence he came.

Trance looks towards a pair of scissors he had brought into the room with him.

Trance: Even Eli... My sweetest Eli... Taken from me... Now... I have all but one thing...

Jacob picks up the scissors, looking them over.

Trance: Now I have but one thing to take... And I'm going to take it for myself...

At that Jacob screams something almost inhuman towards the cameraman who panics, killing the feed.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Eerie as ever!
	Indeed!

Sean McGee vs Matsuda

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a battle, how the hell can he walk!
	How the hell can the other guy even STAND!!!

"Yo...Yo...Yo...Imma get wit yo bitch- just to call u a busta ass bitch to yo busta ass bitch...busta ass bitch." - Smallie Biggs

That is all the "Fly Boy" Buddy Burns has written so far for his reply diss track to YSL that he actually likes.

He's sitting in his motel room on a too tall chair at a too tall desk. Hairy feet dangling like a half-ling sitting in a giant's lap he's in deep deep concentration penning perfection.

Listening to various famous diss records for inspiration, Buddy has scribbled and crossed out many lines in disapproval. Including but not limited to:

"I'll straight cut u son. Deep shave. Dey call me No-Chains. Freed slave." - Quarter Water

"Yo son...I don't even know who u are...Pork fried rice in Sean' McGee's car." - Budega

Buddy has a respect for all hip hop, knowing that YSL butchered the art like a savage, he's taking his reply very seriously.

Out of his element he decides to get some fresh air, hopping from the chair he grabs his coat and steps outside.

Breathing in the cold night air, Buddy sees and odd vehicle pull in to the gas station across the street.

A 1983 G-15 pearl white van pulls up for a fill up at the closet pump. Something very familiar about the vehicle triggers a mind spark within Buddy. He immediately starts scrolling through the contact list in his phone.

Buddy: Hello is this....

A man can be heard cutting of Buddy off mid sentence.

Caller: We'll be in contact.

The caller hangs up before Buddy could muster another word. The camera fades as Buddy a bit confused returns to his motel room to finish his masterpiece.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	This feels like Napolean Dynamite meets 8 Mile, meets Juice!
	Who is Omar Epps? DANGIT, this is Juice, and I got enough to go around, beating sucka ass fools pound for pound....and moms spahgetti!

The camera pans to the ramp!

Morrison points to the announcer to hand him a mic. He pauses as he smirks and waits for the crowd to quiet.

Morrison: Its been a little while, huh?

Morrison paces around the ring, then suddenly stops.

Morrison: Some of you already know me from my previous stint here. Some of you don't have a clue who i am. To be honest, I really didn't make what you would call a "splash" here.

Morrison: Some would say it was a lack of "character." Some would say that it was due to an alcohol problem. Hell, lets be honest.. Some would even say it was because I wasn't a part of the infamous "Inner Circle."

Morrison continues to pace angrily.

Morrison: None of that matters. All that is behind me now. But I can tell you one thing.. This time around will be definitely be different. Oh, I'm still going to be that whiskey drinking, foul-mouthed, ass kicking sumbitch!!!!!!!!!

Morrison draws a pop from the crowd

Morrison: The difference THIS time around is that I WILL rise to the top of the OCW mountain. I am DEDICATED.... I am FOCUSED... Most importantly.... I am DETERMINED.....

Morrison stares into the camera with great intense.

Morrison: Now, you are probably asking yourself. Is Seth Morrison returning to Riot tonight because thats the show he intends on joining, or is he going to be competing on Turmoil. Well, its pretty simple actually. I see a show right now that is starving. A show that is dying for talent. A show that is suffocating for ratings. I am officially throwing my name into the Turmoil hat.

Morrison stares at the entrance ramp up at the Xtron

Morrison: You hear that "Powers That Be?" You want ratings? Its simple. Book me! Oh, and to the so-called "talent" on the Turmoil roster.... The Sandman is going to become your effin' NIGHTMARE!!!!!

Morrison's music hits as he throws down mic and rolls out of the ring and leaves.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	BAW GAWD, THAT SUNVABITCH IS BACK!
	Settle down, he's one AA meeting away from Scandal and one Schanpps from the Main Event, CUZ ITS TIIIIME!!

Mugen (c) vs Jacob Trance

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a battle!
	It looks like it's not over yet!

The Camera pans to the ramp!