Ryu, and Kass walk up to Rust and Quartz and raise their arms.

Ryu slips out of the ring as Kass, Rust and Quartz all grab their championships, and begin posing at the cameras and the crowd

Ryu rolls back into the ring with a can of spray paint in his hand, he’s shaking it as he gets up towards the floored Mugen and Drago

Ryu points at the pair, while still shaking it he tosses it to Quartz, Kass and Rust Cohle pin Drago to the ground by his arms and legs, face down.

Quartz spray paints “TTT” across Drago’s back then tosses the can over to Rust. Ryu and Kass now pin Mugen face down as he gets a matching “TTT” on his back

Quartz reaches into his tights and pulls out a pair of PRISTINE SUNGLASSES… Placing them on his face before slapping hands with his tag team partner Rust Cohle.

The Tag Champs pose with their titles over the prospective number one contenders, Kass stands between them raising the OCW Championship high in the air.

Ryu walks across the front of them smacking each title, he then leans across the middle rope and yells into one of the cameras at ringside.

RYU: ONE WORLD CHAMP

RYU: TWO TAG CHAMPS

RYU: THREE Ts

RYU: 4 LIFE.

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	GOD DAMMIT! NOOO, NOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
	THAT'S WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT! SEND A MESAAGE!

 

A camera pans up to see a man in a stained, distressed suit storming down a backstage area with a frustrated look on his face. Dennis Dillinger’s face has lost it’s usual confidence and the ‘used car salesman’ swagger has been replaced with anxiety and frustration.

Focused, he walks along… murmuring to himself about his less-than-successful day so far.

Dillinger: Mother… These schmucks have it comin’ for them when I get back there.

Dillinger: After that box office flop Breizee is taken out. I got my --

He is interrupted by a slamming door, as 3 large men exit… Two of which hold Championship gold across their shoulder. Scumciety.

Dillinger’s eyes widen and he peers over to them. Just as he begins to look away, Wrex catches his eye and shouts over to him.

Wrex: Hey there, weasel! What the hell are you looking at?!

Dillinger’s shoulders rise as he’s called out. He lets out a deep breath and puts on his salesman face. Dillinger turns around with a wide, brand new smile as he opens his arms and responds.

Dillinger: Geeeeeentlemen! What was I looking at? Well, only the best damn group we have in this organization.

Scumciety tilts their head and takes a step forward. Dillinger’s head can be seen sweating.

Dillinger: No… No. I’m sorry. Not the best group in OCW.. No.

Jay Fury steps around to the side and leans in, questioning the meaning behind that statement.

Dillinger: THE BEST collection of talent in the entire INDUSTRY. That’s right. You guys seem like straight shooters. You know what I mean, am I right??

Dennis Dillinger pats Jay Fury on the chest lightly with the back of his hand. Fury slowly looks down at the spot on his chest where Dillinger tapped him… before slowly peering back up with rage in his eyes.

Jay: Mamao...

Wrex: You better walk away before my man Jay breaks you in half… and if he doesn’t kill you. I will.

Dillinger quickly puts his hands up and pretends to wave a white flag as he backs away fearfully.

Dillinger: Okay… Okay. Look guys I’ll get outta your hair. You seem like your on your way to handle some business anyways…and I'd like to add you did GREAT in The Cum In Tea

Wrex: IT'S KUMITE!

Dennis Dillinger retreats quickly away from Scumciety and power walks in the other direction, leaving the group behind him.

As he gets further away he puts his head back down.

Dillinger: … Almost there. I’m sick of this place. These brutes and cavemen think they can push people around. Why did I ever -

Dillinger’s low volume rant comes to a halt when he hears a door suddenly opening in the hallway. He turns around with fearful eyes.

Dillinger: Ahhh!

The camera pans over to see Valkyrie: she’s holding a steel chair and looks like she’s about to smash it on Dillinger’s head.

Valkyrie: LEAVE ME ALONE! Damn Kasstians!

Dillinger: Stop! What are you doing?! Put that down!

Dillinger covers his head as Valkyrie suddenly stops: the steel chair is just a few millimeters away from his head. She then lets go of the chair, as soon as she realises that the angrily storming through the hallway wasn’t the one she suspected he was.

Dillinger: What is wrong with you?! Why is everyone in here out of their mind?

Valkyrie: Listen, you idiot. There’s an angry giant who wants to kill me later in that ring and an entire cult of satanists who are stalking me. So excuse me if I’m a little tense tonight

Valkyrie observes Dillinger’s Cheeto stained jacket and wrinkled pants. She looks and sees that he is still dripping with sweat from his last nervous encounter.

Valkyrie: What’s going on with you? Still trying to rule the world with money?... Where is Tayy?

Dillinger: Who knows? Who cares? That idiot cost me mo… Cost me my reputation.

Valkyrie: Mhmm. I don’t think that’s what it’s about. I dunno, I thought he was doing well. Kinda balanced you two out, ya know? Now you’re just a mess, I see.

Valkyrie: You know, I really think it’d be wise for you to carve out a new path for yourself.

Valkyrie: It really just seems like you’re not doing everything you can to prioritize things that matter. It was bad before.. But now, without that balance, you’re just hurting yourself.

Valkyrie looks a little bit more relaxed now.

Valkyrie: Tayy is a great talent and a formidable athlete. I think he has all the potential to make it here in OCW. I mean, just look at his matches! He’s good and you can’t deny that

Valkyrie: And let’s face it… he can be successful with or without you. And you want to be in the winning team, right?

Valkyrie: You have a great talent in your hands. Don’t waste this opportunity in the name of pride and money!

Valkyrie shakes her head and grins slightly before tapping Dillinger on the back.

Valkyrie: You’ll get there! Just remember, there’s more to life than being rich! Don’t forget what I told you about charity, big guy!

Valkyrie smiles and turns to walk back into the locker room… Dennis Dillinger clenches his fists.. His face red from embarrassment, he begins walking towards Valkyrie before he’s immediately grabbed from behind by the back of his collar.

Dillinger turns his head to see Scumciety. Wrex, who is holding him, grins menacingly and throws him backward into Jay Fury, who smacks him in the head with a steel trash can lid. After falling to the ground, Wrex picks up Dillinger and throws him headfirst into a green dumpster, slamming the plastic lid on top of him.

The scene ends with the talent agent headfirst in a dumpster, slowly rolling backwards... Finally hitting rock bottom in OCW. The OCW universe cheers at the sight.

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	This is great!
	WHAT? This is disrespectful the man is just trying to put food on the table and these animals abuse him!

 

AERITH vs DRAGANA*

 

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	Oh my word!
	Wowzer!

 

The camera pans in at the floor level and begins to maneuver around backstage. Up close, we the feet of the OCW crew bustling left and right. In the distance, we see roster members talking to each other, a few of them stretching, and B17 talking to himself in a mirror preparing for his match shortly.

The camera continues down the hall before turning right and we see flower petals sprinkled on the floor. The camera follows them down the hall and finally to a closed door. Before it’s opened, we see someone step to the door wearing black slacks and black Steve Madden dress shoes. A heavy, reluctant sigh is heard before the door is pushed open.

A seductive fog hovers over the floor. Just as the man enters the room, two birds flutter around him before flying out the door. The room is lit only by a set of candles on a small table that’s covered in the whitest table cloth the man has ever seen. A voice is heard from somewhere in the room.

Voice: Please, take a seat.

A quick hesitation from the man can be seen by the half step he takes before finally giving in and sitting down. The camera begins to pan around and we see the man is Jim Black. The crowd in the arena erupts with cheers.

Jim begins to take inventory of what’s on the table in front of him. Two charger plates set across from each other. On top of them are ornate, hand folded napkins. The candles strike Jim a bit odd…

Jim Black: Hello? Why is there a menorah on this table?

Voice: It’s all I could find on short notice. Aren’t you Jewish anyway?

Jim Black is clearly confused: Well, yes but...can you come out here? This is getting weird.

Jim continues to look in the direction of the voice when an all too familiar face comes around the corner carrying two plates. Jim Black lets out a quite exhausting sigh and places his face in his hands. As the voice gets closer, the light from the menorah lights up the persons face and we see it’s Jackson Montgomery. He sets the two plates down on the table.

Jackson Montgomery: Hello James. Glad you could join me. Did you like the doves when you entered the room?

Jim looks back at the door and then answers: First of all, those were pigeons you buffoon. Secondly, what the hell is going on here.

Jim waves his arms to accentuate his question.

Jackson Montgomery: Something I’ve been preparing all day. This is a breaded chicken piccata with lemon jasmine rice.

Jim looks down at the plate, then at Jackson, then right into the camera like Jim Halpert: This son of a bitch made chicken nuggets. Jackson, tell me why I’m here please.

Jackson removes the apron he was wearing and reveals, of course, that he has been shirtless this entire time: Well Jim, it’s OCW’s anniversary! The fourteenth to be exact. This is a time for celebration!

Jim Black: For once, you’re right about something. This is a great time in OCW. Being on this card is a wonderful honor!

Jackson’s eye twitches a bit before he flies off the handle and flips the table to the side. Sending the chicken nugg...chicken piccata and rice across the room. The menorah flies into one of the open lockers and right into a duffel bag with the words ‘Written Prayers to Versus’ scrawled across the side.

Jackson Montgomery: You’re right Jim! It would be an honor...IF I WERE ON IT! How the hell does the Future Investment breifcase holder not get a spot on the anniversary show? Huh? Jackson begins to pace. All eyes are on me right now. I could cash this in at any time I wanted.

Jackson looks around for the case: Well it’s not here right now but you know what I’m talking about! This is unacceptable!

Jim is grimacing the whole time Jackson is ranting and pulls out a card from his pocket.

Jim Black: Well Jackson, you’re really not going to like what this says.

Jackson stops pacing and walks over to Jim and snatches the card from his hands. The top of the card says Turmoil 212. As he scans the card, you can see Jackson start to turn red. He lets out a yell and then rips the card to shreds. Jim begins to frantically grasp at the pieces as they float to the ground.

Jackson Montgomery: You know what Jim. This was a mistake. I should have never shared my momma’s chicken piccata recipe with you. It took me two whole days to get it right! Get out of my sight before I do something drastic. It’s time for a change around here. Back to the way it was. Back to the good ‘ol days.

Jim looks up from the floor at Jackson.

Jackson Montgomery: It’s time to MAKE TURMOIL GREAT AGAIN!

Jim looks at the camera again and rolls his eyes.

Jackson Montgomery: Why are you still here? Beat it! Kick rocks! Make like a baby and head out! Make like a ball and bounce!

There’s a short silence.

Jackson Montgomery: GET OUT!

Jackson grabs Jim by the collar of his jacket and tosses him into the hallway, slamming the door as he goes back inside. Jim stands up and straightens his jacket.

Jim Black: That was my only copy of the Turmoil card…

From inside, a scream is heard: AHHH! My prayer cards!

 

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	Well someone's angry!
	You would be angry too if you didn't get any god dam respect!

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