After the brutal beat down suffered by The Hall of Famer K. D’Angelo, the reigning defending OCW World Heavyweight Champion H2O is down on the floor trying to regain oxygen back into his lungs.
He suffered not only a cut to his face, he also appears to have suffered some internal injury because he’s spitting up blood on what’s left of the announce table at ringside.
EMT’s rush with a stretcher past The former CCW World Heavyweight Champion B17 and made a continued sprint around KD to get to H2O.
They surround the inmobile Harvey Ocean and turned him onto his side carefully. All the men lift him onto a gurney and strapped his body down it.
KD comes into frame suddenly with The OCW World Heavyweight Championship Title in his hand and places it over the lifeless body and waves bye bye to his victim.
They wheel him up the ramp towards B17. B17 walks down the ramp with The Future Investment suitcase to meet them midway. They stop as they meet as B17 looks down at Harvey and just shrugs.
Not wanting to beat a dead horse, he dismisses them up the ramp quickly and follows behind them. KD also heads up the ramp mouthing off to the fans until disappearing through the backstage.
WREX vs MALU(c)
Justin Jehst stands with his back against the wall of the backstage corridor, dressed in black jeans, black boots, and a white Steel Panther t-shirt. He presses one foot against the wall as he chews some gum and scrolls through his phone. He smiles as he swipes past a funny image, sweeping his curly mane up and over his head revealing his black headband underneath.
As he presses off the wall with his foot, a smaller figure bumps into him, knocking his phone out of his hands. It smashes into the ground with the back panel and battery falling loose onto the ground.
Jehst turns to see a young OCW up-and-comer; TY Sparks.
Jehst: You're lucky we're not out by the pool or this thing'd be toast. Hey isn't that Bingo's set of shades?
TY: They were. Mine now. He's been helping me out, kinda like a mentor. He's even given me one of his jacket vests.
Sparks does a slow spin, revealing the "Living Bingo Color" design on the back. Jehst half watches him as he pieces his phone back together.
Jehst: I mean the shades are cool, not as cool as mine, but hey. And the jacket vest? Well, I do love me a nice jacket vest… But do you really want that guy to be your mentor? Hold up…
Justin has fully reassembled his phone by this point and scrolls until he finds something.
Jehst: …The Prince of Flight should not be shown the ropes by someone who can't even land an elbow drop.
He turns the screen to Sparks, showing a short 'B-17 elbow drop fail' montage from the OCW Instagram account. TY brushes it off.
TY: He embraces my uniqueness. He stood up for me when nobody else would. He doesn't need to teach me how to fly - he's gonna teach me how to succeed.
And with that, Sparks begins to walk away. Jehst yells out to him as he leaves.
Jehst: Don't say I didn't warn ya, kid!
Justin's face looks like that of a disappointed, disapproving parent, but his demeanor is quickly changed by a Summercide promo girl handing out flutes of champagne.
Jehst: Now we're talking! Party of the Summer has begun!
He takes a glass, pockets his phone, and uses his free hand to grab another before wandering out of frame happy as a pig in mud.
The Camera Pans To The Ramp!
EXTREME RULEZ
EMPRESS vs VALKYRIE(c)
A dejected A.C. Cobra is spotted in the lockeroom, defeated, deflated and dejected. An "Overwatch" towel draped over his head as he stares a hole through the floor.
A.C: I had it....I kicked out of the KHALLAS not once but twice.....I survived the Pepperton.....
A.C: A roll up.....no...a "Spider Special"...... this was supposed to be my moment..... I am a failure.
A.C.: Sensation.....was right.... All these years of calling me a nobody, all these years of calling me a loser... all these years of calling me dead weight...
A.C.: I think its time I find a find a new game, I don't think I am cut out for this anymore.
Because no matter how hard I try no matter how far I come I always lose in the end....
A.C. Cobra rises to his feet grabs his luggage and makes his way out of the door seemingly for the final time as he reaches the door he looks over to the trash bin and notices the OCW Light Heavyweight Championship, he is almost shocked.
A.C.: What the F........
In an instant weary sad eyes seemingly ignite with rage, gamer induced late night call of duty inspired rage. A.C picks up the LHW Championship that he lost earlier and wipes a bit of debris off of it.
A.C.: How could he.....after everything we went through. How could he do this, HOW COULD HE DO THIS!!!! His rage is turning into defiance, his defiance is turning into motivation.
A.C is LITERALLY SHAKING RIGHT NOW! Just becasuse I'm down... doesn't mean I'm out....You disrespect The Gold, you disrespect the legacy and you got to go!
A.C.: Even if it means I need to put you back in the cube myself!
A.C. Cobra puts the Light Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder!
A.C.: Spider might be Dark Souls: Remastered, but I just got a Moonlight Dragonsword!
OCW's #1 Gamer charges out of the locker room with a new lease on life.