The OCW Universe is in a stunned silence. Our Hero has never had a bigger smile on his face. JCS is staring at his hands as if he couldn’t believe he was able to pin Dimsmore 1,2,3.

The official tries to raise Our Hero’s hand in victory, but JCS snatches his arm away from the ref, slides underneath the bottom rope starts what looks like multiple laps around the outside of the ring in jubilation he continually shouts "I STILL GOT A LOT LEFT IN THE TANK, B!"

As JCS heads up the entrance backwards, he begins to laugh at and mock Dimsmore along the way. Once out of sight, the camera pans back to Dimsmore, who is now on all fours.

He sits up to his knees with his head down. Shame and embarrassment are written all over his face. Anyone should know that anything can happen in and OCW ring.

But this time it was more. The feeling of not defending the honor of your family seems to weigh heavy on his heart.

Dimsmore lifts his head and looks around at the capacity crowd. He takes a deep breath and you can see him mouth the words “I’m sorry”.

Dimsmore rises to his feet and begins to unfasten his elbow brace. He slides it off of his arm and places it in the center of the ring.

Dimsmore ducks down and rolls underneath the bottom rope. He starts to head towards the entrance way, but then he stops.

Instead he turns towards the announcer and time keeper station. He hops over the barricade and arena security escorts him to the floor seats out of the arena thru another set of doors.

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	Dam.
	Stiff upper lip, big guy!

We find ourselves backstage in the catering area where OCW Legend Drago Cesar is seen enjoying a snack prior to his match.

The majestic voice starts from down the hallway and gets louder and louder as it closes into the catering. Drago closes his eyes to soak in the amazing song, which sounds like legendary Russian singer Vitas.

Drago senses that the voice is right next to him.

Drago: Who…...or what….are you?

Drago’s eyes open to see The Lord of the Lariat, The King of Safe Style, The Songbird of our Generation, Mugen standing directly in front of him taking the earbuds out of his ears.

Mugen: You were asking for me old sport?

Drago looks around.

Drago: ...That was you? I could hear that from across the hall! You trying to go deaf or something?

Mugen: Yes, that was me. I was singing my favorite song.

Mugen starts singing “Aha, aha, hahaha, hahaha-ha Brlrl, brlrl, haha”. Drago’s eyes open wide and now start focusing on a patch on Mugen’s jacket.

Drago: What that say?

Mugen tries to move to the side slightly to not let Drago get a good look at his jacket.

Mugen: Nothing, it says nothing.

Mugen tries to spin as Drago starts trying to get a good view of the patch. Finally Drago stops Mugen in his track and reads the patch on the sleeve. It’s revealed to be a “BEAT DRAGO CLUB” logo.

Drago: How dare you, I thought we were friend.

Mugen: We are! Great friends! Just because I’m the King of Kindness doesn’t mean I’m going to forget about being a charter member of the Beat Drago Club.

Mugen: Besides old sport, we have a match tonight against each other. I want to fight you because this whole Space Time Traveling Multiverse Frequency Vibrations thing has been really distracting me as of late.

Mugen looks around looking for someone or something.

Mugen: Don’t let Bobby hear me say that.

Drago: So after all the time we fight in cell, with table, ladder, you probably have some stipulation with this one too.

Mugen: Absolutely none!

Drago raises an eyebrow.

Drago: ...You sure?

Mugen: Well, I’ve asked the officials to be a little more lenient with the rules this time, so there may or may not be no disqualifications.

Drago: You always have a trick up your sleeve!

Mugen: I can’t go nuts with them of course. Just because weapons are allowed doesn’t always mean they’re welcomed, you know.

Mugen points at Drago and fires off some finger guns.

Drago: I don’t know what you mean but okay.

Mugen puts his arm around Drago’s shoulders and puts his fist out.

Mugen: Let’s just go out there and have ourselves a good match okay old sport?

Drago looks at him and hesitantly returns the fist bump.

Drago: I still don’t like your patch, friend.

Drago walks away and starts to head to his locker room.

Mugen: I guess he won’t like the cape I have for my entrance then tonight………….

Mugen shrugs as the scene fades to black.

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	I don't like Capes either!
	Yea cuz your mother used to wear them before she went out.....

Capo moves through the backstage area, hunting his next prey for a few soundbytes. As he rounds a corner, The One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, stands frozen in front of a vending machine, the better part of a protein bar currently mashed into his mouth, with his eyed locked open on Capo and the camera like a deer in headlights.

Capo: Minio! Just the man I wanted to see, mind if I ask you a few questions?

Minio, fighting through a mouthful of sea salt, dark chocolate and protein, mumbles back a muffled response, his head pivoting left to right rapidly.

Bobby Minio: mmm mmm!

Capo: Ok, Perfect…..So you have never been a champion in the OCW, why not, and has fate finally changed for you tonight?

With a look of frustration on his face, Minio forces down the remainder of his snack, then grimaces as he tries to clear his throat.

He’s realized that this situation is not going away and decides to answer the questions as a means of escaping as quickly as possible.

Bobby Minio: I actually did have a strap here, years ago, but I’m pretty sure that was just a ploy to feed one division into the Ex Division and put over Matsuda at my expense so I…

As he continues to explain the situation, he can see the blank look on Capo’s face, this point being a now forgotten point in OCW’s history. Minio closes his eyes, shaking away the point he was making.

Bobby Minio: Uhhh, yeah, this is um, this is a really big opportunity for me. One I plan to capitalize on. As far as fate?

Bobby Minio: There’s no fate… No fate but what you make.

Bobby Minio: So I don’t feel as though fate has “finally” changed for me, no. I KNOW I’m about to seize an opportunity that half of this company spent the last few years trying to prevent me from having.

Capo: Will tonight be different than the previous attempts? What is the world about to see out of Bobby Minio?

Bobby Minio:Revenge in the form of a revolutionary performance. H2O, that guy is walking around with MY title, a title I won, fair and square, clean as a whistle and decisively.

Bobby Minio: He pulled that off with a cowardly strategy some call “the non-title match”.

Bobby Minio: So tonight I set the record straight once and for all, and I walk out of this building with a strap that should have been around my waist for a month.

Capo: Who do you think is man enough to take out Nate Ortiz tonight?

Minio’s brow lowers over his eyes as a look of disgust rolls down his face. Minio leans into Capo’s face, speaking deliberately flat.

Bobby Minio: I just don’t really give a good goddamn. Nate Ortiz, much like “Betterness” have stayed ducking me since the minute I signed my name on the dotted like.

Bobby Minio: If Nate really wanted to be taken to his limits, he’d come GET THIS WORK.

Capo: Wow, Huge statement from one of OCWs finest….So what are you are after? What are you trying to accomplish?

There is a pregnant pause before Minio continues...

Bobby Minio: … Ortiz knows better…. Just like Dupree…. I have nothing to offer either of those pompous pussies so they keep their distance… and you know, really? That’s why I want MY title from H2O.

Bobby Minio: I want something I can offer, something to put on the table, so I can lure those two so called legends, or any of the legends for that matter, out in the open, where I can expose them for the overrated, overhyped jokes that they are.

Bobby Minio: Sit on the sidelines… judge me, bury me backstage… eventually they’ll find the Revolution at their doorstep just like H2O has.

Capo:OCW, THIS IS A LEGENDARY TALK WITH THE BOBBIO MINIO!! IT’S GOING TO BE A GREAT NIGHT!!

THE CROWD POPS!!

Capo: Minio, is there anything else you have to say before we let you make history here tonight at RIOT 500?

Minio holds position for about five seconds before leaning his weight back away from Capo.

Bobby Minio: Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a recent performance to top and a mic to drop.

He turns onto his back foot, walking away quickly before Capo could manage to fit in another question.

Cameras Cut….

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	Bobby and Capo
	IT'S LIKE WATCHING WORLDS COLLIDE!

 

 The Following match is not sanctioned by OCWFED or any of its subsidiaries including any and all OCW related entities. OCWFED ACCEPTS ZERO RESPONSIBILITY FOR THIS MATCH.

RYU'S UNSANCTIONED CHALLENGE

 The Following match is not sanctioned by OCWFED or any of its subsidiaries including any and all OCW related entities. OCWFED ACCEPTS ZERO RESPONSIBILITY FOR THIS MATCH.

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	JESUS

Camera cuts to a constant backstage feed following the OCW World Heavyweight Champion, Kassidy hayes. While just walking by stagehands and wrestlers alike Kass points,

Kassidy: We are Better than you, you, you, and definitely you.

Kassidy turns a corner to spot B17 flamboyantly prancing in the hallway.

Kassidy: We are most certainly better than him, to think he was at one point a respectable rival, Just look at him now.

B17 continues to dance, oblivious to the the camera crew following Kassidy.

B17: Rock step, triple step, rock step...box.

Navigating his way through the motions, B17 keeps his body posture straight and hold out his arms as if dancing with an invisible...lady?

Pivoting around B17 finally notices Kass.

B17: KASS! Our World...Heavyweight...Champion. Mmm. I saw your match earlier. I saw you spank Austin Lee.

B17 begins to clap.

B17: You have done a splendiferous job since we joined! The last of a nearly dead breed we are, but you persevere! Do you recall when we last danced?

Kassidy: We didn't just persevere, we thrived to the top.

Kassidy smacks the OCW World Heavyweight Championship across the center plate with his left hand,

Kassidy: If we recall correctly, we are tied, one to one; with of course the last time ending with you pinned by a old looking crazy redneck.

B17: Yes. So much fun! But! I have learned a new dance. Perhaps I can show you sometime?

Kassidy: We didn't thrive to the top by dancing, so we don't care to see what you have learned in terms of footwork but If we ever face off in the ring again, We hope the multiverse presents us with a more respectable version of yourself.

Kassidy takes a step toward B,

Kassidy: this version is not very becoming of you if we say so ourselves.

B17 takes a step closer to Kass and licks his lips: ...If “they” don't dance, well they're no friends of mine.

The Camera pans to the announce team!

	Is BIG MATCH KASS just picking fights with everyone?
	WHEN THE CHAMP SPEAKS, YOU SHUT UP!!

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