LIVE FROM MADISON SQUARE GARDEN

We pick up the crusades of the dastardly trio of miscreants in the land of nowhere...Leon, Luther and Gentlman Jack. As of right now, they're walking down a hallway. Silence surrounds the group, because whatever guards were on duty, are currently...napping. Leon leads the group, with Jack 2nd and Luther watching their 6.

Leon: Jack, you're doing the heavy lifting on this one.

Jack: I literally can't lift anything, there's a chance my sphincter will pop one of these baggies open and I have no idea which one, or what to expect of me if it does.

Leon: You still have those up there? We're not going through airport security mate. You can take them out.

Jack: Sure, I could.

Luther: (intensely) That's a man with dedication!

Luther smacks Jack on the ass.

Jack: Careful!!

Leon puts his hand up and the group stalls to a halt. Leon looks around the corner and see's the Priest lighting incense next to a book that he's writing in. Leon turns back to the group.

Leon: Perfect. The moron's writing in his diary and lighting incense. I'm pretty sure he's going to start listening to Wrecking Ball and crying to himself soon.

Luther: What's wrong with Wrecking Ball? You got a problem with Miley?

Leon: I...what?!

Luther: I said, do you have a problem with Miley F*CKING CYRUS, THE QUEEN OF POP AND MY ONLY TRUE SOUL MATE YOU C*NT!?!

Leon: No, no, nobody does. Great artist...or, whatever she is. Just dial it back big guy...and how come you didnt put on any clothes when we had the chance?

Jack: Clearly, the man is comfortable in his own skin.

Leon: Whatever...I...just focus(shakes his head quickly to clear out the nonsensical conversation) Here's the deal, I'm going to go in there, and put out the incense on this assholes eyeball. Then, after I got him down, Luther, you pick his big ass up and carry him out. We'll have some fun with him when we get home. For now we'll have to tie...

Just then, Luther and Jack stop paying attention to Leon and look above him.

Leon: The assholes right behind me isn't he?

Leon turns around and swings wildly, which the Priest avoids. He pushes Leon off to the side, as Jack runs full speed into an unexpected kick to the gut, which, as expected, bursts one of the baggies open.

Jack: Oh sh*t...gonna take a minute to figure out which one this is.

Jack stands up, and prepares to try to fight the Priest. He takes a swing that (surprisingly) lands squarely on the Priests jaw. Jack looks shocked, and stares at his fist. The Priest, equally shocked, but uneffected, stares back at Jack.

Jack: My mistake sir, you see, what had happened was...ohhh...wait...valium...it's the valium bag.

Jack immediately crumbles to the floor in a heap. The Priest, watching this happen, is unaware that Leon is back on his feet, and jumping in his general direction.

Leon lands on the Priests back, swinging and landing shot after shot on the priests head. The Priest spins around wildly, smashing Leon into walls and vases, and finally through a light fixture, that sends Leon onto his ass and off of the Priests back.

The Priest makes his way to Leon, and as he reaches for him you hear Luther....

Luther: I CAME IN LIKE A WREEECKKKIINNNGG BALLLLLLLLLLL!!

Luther swings and lands a SOLID shot. He knocks the Priests head off of the stone wall, and sends the Priest crumbling to the floor in a heap, right next to Jack. Leon picks himself up, and looks over at Luther.

Leon: I think I have a new favorite song.

Luther: Get Jack, I'll get this asshole, and let's get outside.

Leon: Deal.

Luther and Leon pick up the two men, and make their way to the outside.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	It's like Metal Gear Solid!
	For Special Needs!

The sound of someone sparring is coming from a dressing room. Jim Black listens with his ear in the door and knocks quietly not wanting to disturb. 

To no avail. He notices the door is ajar and cautiously opens it without acknowledgment from Heather Angelo. He sees her standing next to the mirror shadowboxing with looks like to be herself. 

Jim B: Hey..Um..Heather? May we have a word with you for a sec? 

Heather: I'm not one for words, Jim. Especially before my match. So don't feel bad once I tell you off. You should know this about me already.

She continues with her shadow boxing. 

Jim B: Me and The OCW Universe would just like you to answer one question. 

Heather: Hare and Cox, right? Not much to say really. I'm just going to focus on breaking these broads and make them feel the pain. 

She stops in the middle of her punch routine and stares at Jim thru his reflection in the mirror. 

Heather: Now if you would excuse me. 

Jim B: Yes, yes Heather. I'm sorry. Um, good luck out there. 

Jim backs out of the dressing room and closes the door behind him. He whispers to the cameraman.

Jim B: Whoa, that bombshell is intense!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That woman is very serious!
	Ands she is coming up, NEXT!!!

Heather Ocean vs Madison Cox
vs Sentai Hare

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Holy crap!
	Wow!

Jim Black stands backstage with Cort Marshall for the third time. You have to wonder if he lost a bet with one of the other interviewers or something. Black at least looks relieved that Cort's not smoking a cigar this time.

Black: Here I am again with Sergeant Cort Marshall. Sir, what are your thoughts on your upcoming match?

Marshall takes the mic, seemingly a lot calmer than last time.

Marshall: Mo' Cream. First of all, maggot, what kind of name is that? Let's just for the sake of the children assume you're talking about coffee cream. A true, red-blooded American takes his coffee black, like the men who worked in his great grandfather's fields. Damn right, I said it. Don't pretend to be offended when you know it's true. Coffee should taste like rat shit mixed with bitter sadness. Anyone who says otherwise should be drinking a kale smoothie from a dick-shaped cup. Speaking of dicks, you grab people by them. I've watched your matches. You go for a man's grapefruits like they excrete twenty dollar bills. Now, I am not a bigoted man.

Black gives Marshall a look of pure judgment. Marshall doesn't notice, too engrossed in his own speech as usual.

Marshall: You can do whatever weird shit you want, to whoever you want, as long as it's out of my sight. But out in public, on national TV? No, sir. I won't have you spreading your creamy agenda all over the children's faces. You palm my little soldier during our match and you're gonna be saying goodbye to consciousness real fast. 

Cort shivers a little after saying this, as if imagining it happening.

Black: If I may interject, you made some similar statements to Ed Reed, and that match ended with your loss by pinfall. 

Marshall scowls.

Marshall: Reed got lucky. I'm not used to having to catch little butterflies that like to fly around the ring. But tonight, it'll be different. Tonight, I'll pull the curtains down on that little good-for-nothing disco reject and make sure testicles all around OCW go unmolesticled.You should be thanking me, OCW. I clean up your trash.

Marshall casually tosses the mic back to Black before striding offscreen.

Black: Once again, confidence from The Sergeant. We'll have to see how that plays out in the ring, next on OCW Riot!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like Mo'Cream is gonna learn the DRILL!
	That is later tonight!

Previously Recorded
The scene is set somewhere in the wilderness. We see a jeep drive in and it comes to a stop. The doors open and out comes Drago Cesar, looking down his binoculars. Drago motions with his hand and the rest of the jeep doors open, with Seb, Dustin, and Madison joining him. Seb and Dustin are looking at the jungle in wonder as Madison looks a little annoyed.

Madison: I must ask, what are we doing in the middle of a jungle with all these.....creatures?

Drago lowers his binoculars.

Drago: We hunt for Goat.

He looks over at Madison and notices that something's off. He sees that she's wearing heeled boots.

Drago: This not proper shoes for the hunt!

Madison: You have an issue with these glamorous boots? Perhaps I should change into something more appropriate.

Madison returns to the jeep for a moment as Dustin and Seb take in the moment.

Dustin: Whoa.....

Seb: This is definitely what I signed up for.

Seb is about to step closer into the wilderness when Drago stops him.

Drago: Not so fast. Have to observe Goat more, know how it move, how it operate.

Seb: Aaaahh.

Drago takes a seat on the ground and Seb does as well, watching patiently. Dustin looks around in amazement. He then takes the opportunity to smoke a joint and wander off. Madison comes back to Drago and Seb.

Madison: Is this better?

Drago turns around and sees that Madison is wearing Uggs. Drago's expression turns into one of frustration. He points at the shoes.

Drago: WHAT THE FACK ARE DOSE?!?!?!?

Madison smirks.

Madison: Only the premier brand in hunting boots!

Drago sighs as he returns to observing the Goat. The Goat itself appears to be an older, rugged one. It shuffles around the area, munching on some foliage. 

Seb: So what's our plan of attack here? Charge right in and nab the sucker?

Drago: It is if you wanna let Goat plow through you like bulldozer. We must approach Goat making less noise as possible.

Drago turns to Seb.

Drago: Remember Seb. This is a sneaking mission.

Seb: Sneak? I'm a stealth ninja, how'd you think I got away with this pair of Madisons panties? 

He pulled a pair of parachute sized granny panties from his pocket and let them unfurl.

Seb: Ah these aren't Madisons... t means. 

Drago and Seb crouch-walk up to the bush nearest the Goat and hide there. Madison stands there looking annoyed.

Drago: You can join if you want!

Madison begrudgingly decides to join them in the bush.

Madison: This reminds me of the one time I was with a man whose bush was wonderfully large!

Drago and Seb glare at Madison and blink.

Madison: ....He was a gardener.

They then turn their attention back to the Goat. Drago and Seb carefully approach it from behind as Madison grows frustrated. She decides to take matters into her own hands and jumps in front of the Goat's view.

Madison: Watch and learn!

The Goat is startled and starts charging toward Madison, who screams in fear. Drago takes it upon himself to run right into the Goat to save her.

Drago clutches his chest as Madison yells. Drago then takes out The Net from his pocket and tosses at the Goat.

The Goat immediately drops to the ground and passes out. Drago barely manages to get to his feet as Madison grabs a switchblade from the back of Drago's boot and lunges toward the animal.

Drago notices what's happening and trips her up, kicking the blade away.

Drago: What you doing???

Madison: You had your prey where you want it, why not finish it off?

Drago removes The Net from the Goat's face.

Drago: No. We don't do things this way.

Seb runs up to the pair.

Seb: I thought our plan was going to work pretty well. What'd you have to screw everything up like that for?

Madison: Don't forget that I am the master tactician of Rev Inc! My plan was merely more direct, and as a result....Better.

Drago helps the Goat up and pets it. Eventually it runs off. Drago looks around, confused.

Drago: I'm think we miss somebody.

Seb: Oh crap, Dustin! Where'd he run off to?

Just then, we see Dustin arrive with his hair frazzled and his body scratched up.

Dustin: Man, playing tag with bears is craaaazzzzyyy.

Drago: That was not good idea.

Drago sighs as he looks at everyone around him.

Drago: This is fine. This is fine.....

The scene fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	This is Drago's life now!
	It's Great...It's Great!

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