MANHATTAN CENTER, NYC

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Welcome to Riot 438!!!!
	The King of OCW 2016 looms on the horizon as we make ready to Crown a new KING!!!!

	We have qualifiers tonight and so much more!
	Im so AXEcited!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

Mugen paces around the ring with a huge smile on his face as he is showing off his latest outfit.

Mugen: From hearing your reaction, I can tell that this outfit here is a hit.

Mugen smiles as he receives a mixed reaction. A small smattering of fans start to chant "King Mugen". A random fan yells out "King Tyga".

Mugen: No no no, please guys, don't flatter me. See, I may hold this shiny belt and I may own OCW but I wouldn't call myself a King. Let's take it back a little bit on y'all.

Mugen starts walking backwards to mimic going back in time.

Mugen: The King of OCW 2013. My breakout year after my return to OCW and guess what, I'm in this prestigious tournament. I have an outfit fit for only an EMPEROR, a brand new 24 karat gold cane made amongst many other accessories in anticipation of my victory. But.......... GUESS WHAT?! I LOST IN THE 1ST ROUND! Now..........fast forward to 2016....

Mugen starts running forward in place as if he were doing the Running Man Challenge.

Mugen: IN 2016, I OWN OCW, I HAVE THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP IN MY POSSESSION AND I HAVE CLOTHING FIT FOR ROYALTY ON NOW....... SO HA. TAKE THAT CODY STORM!

Mugen calms himself down with a quick breathing excercise and adjusts the crown on his head.

Mugen: As I were saying, I'm not quite a King. What does a king have?

Random audience members in the crowd can be heard yelling things like "Crown" "Cane" and "Diamonds"

Mugen: I have the crown, just look at my head. A cane? Well that's stashed away because it is made of pure 24 karat gold and I can't have these savages backstage near it.

A loud yell of "Throne" can be heard from the audience.

Mugen: Who said that?! A throne? Well that's correct I don't have a throne.........................UNTIL NOW. Please direct your attention to the D.A.M (Dorian Arnaud Memorial)Skybox.

Mugen points his arms towards the D.A.M Skybox just as spotlights face it as well. Molly is seen standing over something that is covered in a silk sheet.

She moves her arms around the chair as if she was one of the girls on The Price is Right and pulls the sheet off the item. As the sheet comes off, we find out that it is a solid gold throne encrusted with various jewels.

Mugen: FEAST YOUR EYES ON THE EMPERORS THRONE! Featuring 24 karat gold and gems sourced directly from the most exotic locations in ASIA! TONIGHT, YOUR EMPEROR......YOUR OVERLORD.......Mugen will watch the King of OCW Tournament from his rightful throne.

Mugen points at the direction of the entrance ramp.

Mugen: WRESTLERS! LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

Mugen throws down the microphone as he delivers his signature laugh. In mid laugh he notices a commotion in the D.A.M Skybox. knowing that Molly had already left the area he immediately gets concerned.


Mugen: What in the hell is going on up there?! There should be zero peons near my throne! ZERO PEONS!!

A spotlight turns on, and shines on the skybox. We see your friendly neighborhood stoner, stringing up the second side of his hammock on Mugen's throne, the other connected to a spot on the wall. Over his shoulder is a very...very large title belt.

Mugen: What in the hell is your stupid ass doing now?

Versus carries on stringing his hammock up, and taking a seat on it after testing it's integrity.

Versus: Perfect, right!?

Mugen: NO...no, not even close to perfect. As a matter of fact, that is the most IMPERFECT scene, I've ever laid eyes on. What in the hell makes you think you can go into MY DAM Box in the first place, and what in the hell is that giant catastrophe on your shoulder?! (Mugen angrily runs his hand through his perfectly couiffed hair)So many questions, and so many feels of hate, SO MANY!

Versus: I heard Cereal caught a bad wrap by the powers that be, so I figured I'd stage a sit in. Oh, and this here...(Versus pats the title belt around his waist) this big magnificent bastard is the Legends Title...or as I call it, The Legendary Good Times Belt, or LGBT. The crowning acheivement for me, really.

Mugen: LGBT? Are you sure that's what you want to go with?

Versus: Yeah, why not?

Mugen shakes his head as he tries to understand what's going on

Mugen: It's...it's a joke. Just say it's all a joke, and I'll let it slide this one time.

Versus: Sorry compadre, no joke here. (He almost falls off of the hammock after taking a hit from his V-Vaporizer (Copyright Versus 2016) Clearly, I'm strictly business.

Mugen: Is that giant colorful mess an actual title belt? Did you get a replica or something?

Versus: This here was created using nothing but hemp. This belt, hemp. These buttons, hemp. This metal plate up here, hemp. This...

Mugen: Wait....metal...hemp?

Versus: Anything's possible when you put your mind to it Mugen. Like...how am I balancing using a hammock on a cheap ass throne? Mind over matter man.

Mugen: CHEAP ASS THRONE!?!? That throne is 1200 lbs of perfection dummy! 1200 lbs of 24 KARAT GOLD SUCKA. And don't get off the subject, it's impossible to turn a plant to metal. It's scientifically impossible! You know what, I don't have time for this, I have a very important tournament to oversee from my throne, and I'm not going to let you taint my throne.

Versus: Hahaha, taint.

Mugen smirks a little, but becomes immediately frustrated again

Mugen: That's it. I'm done, you're banned from the arena. And security, take that HIDEOUS IDEA OF A TITLE BELT AWAY FROM HIM!!

Versus: Ok, I'll leave, but you can't take that belt from me! I can face other Legends, and we can have our own belt...OUR OWN BELT!

Mugen: Literally dumbest idea ever.

Security surrounds Versus.

Versus: Wait, security, wait one second. (Turns his attention back to Mugen) Dude, you're so short sighted. This is a LEGENDS TITLE! THink about the possibilities! There's like 6 people that can wrestle for this, and who know's if they'll stick around long enough to hold onto it or defend it so it will IMMEDIATELY lose any credibility and prestige, and then Smythe will claim it by default and that's all you'll ever hear...

Versus seems to have a moment of clarity.

Versus: Ok, so you're right on the belt idea, worst idea ever. Ever! Here security, you take this, give it to your kids or something. I think there's still active THC in there, so they can smoke it too if they want.

Security guard: My daughter is 8.

Versus: PERFECT! That's when I started!

Mugen: ENOUGH DUMMY!!!! OUT! SECURITY, TAKE HIM OUT!!

Versus starts to get escorted out, when he struggles his way back to the mic.

Versus: Mugen, if they escort me from the building, I assure you, you will IMMEDIATELY regret this decision.

Mugen: OUT!!

Security grabs Versus, who starts laughing and staring at Mugen as he detained and taken away.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	How rude!
	Rude? are you being serious right now?

Wacky Wavy R.W.D vs Drake Dauer

The camera pans to the announce team.

	M.A.G.A!!!
	High Energy!

Mugen sits on his throne, enjoying a pre match snack of grapes being fed to him by Molly. Suddenly, a security guard opens the door and approaches Mugen.

Security: Mugen, sir, we have an issue.

Mugen: Nope, no issues, hammock's gone, stench has been removed. We're fine now.

Security: No, sir, you don't understand. Didn't you hear the entrance music on that last match?

Mugen: A little odd...sure, but it's OCW, odd's in our nature.

Security: Our AV truck, it's been, taken over.

Mugen: So, take it back dummy.

Security: We tried, but as soon as our guards opened the door, smoke bellowed out that was so thick that half of men needed oxygen, and the other half raided the catering table.

Mugen: VERSUS!

Security: Yes sir.

Mugen snatches the walkie off of the belt of the security guard, presses the button and begins to speak.

Mugen: *beep* Versus?

Versus: *beep* Hey man, how's the hammock? You're using that right? Because it's wayyyy more comfortable than that throne. Over.

Mugen: *beep* My throne is infinitely more comfortable than your raggedy old rope swing. More importantly, what are you doing in MY AV truck?

Versus: *beep* Oh, well, I know you kicked me out of the arena. I know this. SO, since I'm such a big giver, I wanted to make sure this show had my finger prints on it...you know, for Cereal. Over.

Mugen:*beep* Stop saying over.

Versus: *beep*Over.

Mugen takes a deep breath, and continues to speak to Versus.

Mugen: *beep* You need to leave my AV truck, immediately or I will have no other choice but to alert the authorities.

Versus: *beep* Cool, cool. Yeah but, see I got this pass that says I can work in the AV truck. So, technically, since my contract doesn't mention to what length my OCW employment reaches, I can work anywhere, as long as...for tonight...I'm not 'in the building'. And wouldn't you know it...the AV truck is OUTSIDE the building! So...get ready for DJ Versus2High! Over...oops, sorry. Over.

Mugen: *beep* Versus, I'm not going to let you ruin my night. This King of OCW tournament is a masterpiece that cannot be ruined.

Versus: *beep* Gotcha bossman. Won't ruin it. Over.

Mugen: *beep*(now speaking with a high pitch effect) Good, glad to...hey...I...change my voice, now. CHANGE IT! I'm not here to (now speaking with a very low pitch effect) play games. I hate you, so...so much.

Versus: *beep* Love you too plastic man. Have a great night sitting on your throne! Over.

Aggrivated to all hell, Mugen throws the walkie across the room.

Security: Would you like me to remove him?

Mugen: Can you?

Security: Probably not.

Mugen: Good, you're fired. Now leave.

Mugen shoos the man away, and tries to regain some of his composure as he repositions himself in his chair to try to enjoy some of the nights festivities.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	DJ VERSUS IN THE HIZZY!!!
	A) That's not how you speak. B) THIS IS AWFUL!

Call it fate, call it happenstance or call it a coincidence that BUFFNESS Sean McGee and The Section 8 Heavyweight Mez Murdock were in the same bodega, on the same block, at the same exact time.

The hatred between The Brothers Savage and The A-Team has grown to a monstrous monstrosity of it's own after last week's parlay attempt. That tension and rage is palpable when Mez and McGee face off. Immediately customers quickly pay for their goods and rush out the store as the two black behemoths just stare each other down.

Papi behind the counter already has his hand on his taped revolver, he doesn't want to kill or die in his store, but he will if he has to. Mez makes the first move rushing McGee with a massive shoulder block. Sean dodges and Mez takes out the chip rack and the one behind it. McGee takes that opportunity to rip the cooler door off its hinges as Mez recovers.

As the cooler rocks back in place and Mez gets to his feet, McGee launches the door directly at his face. Instinctively Mez ducks and the door shatters through the front window onto the hood of an adjacent car.

The bodega owner fumbles for his phone abandoning the idea of gun play. It falls over the counter, slides across the floor and gets crushed under Mez's size 16 Timberland boot as he rushes towards McGee.

Sean sees he coming and puts him in a side headlock position, the two spin around knocking over shelves and racks until there's Little Debbie snacks flying everywhere. Papi abandons ship and runs out the store cursing in spanglish.

This is a marathon not a sprint as they no sell each others uppercuts and boots till the pair are no longer in the bodega but up the block wrestling on top of parked cars. The camera slowly fades to black as they continue to battle in the streets of NYC.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	ITS A FIGHT!
	Won't someone just call 5-0

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