The backstage area seems to be a bit more hectic than normal, with people running around trying to make this Wrestlution the greatest Wrestlution yet. Among them is none other than the Unrelenting Fists of Yale, Dr. Lindsay Rothschild Esq. M.D., draped in a boxer's robe, doing a bit of shadow boxing before her big match tonight against the Queen of Crude, Anna Mosity. Plugged into some Johann Sebastian Bach, Lindsay appears to be very much in the zone, which explains her wrathful glare as she in interrupted by OCW institution and National Treasure, Trisha Waldrop.

Trisha: Ms. Rothschild? A moment if you have it--

Lindsay: At least PRETEND to be an ace reporter for once in your mediocre life, Trisha, and do your RESEARCH. My name is NOT Ms. Rothschild. I studied too long and paid too much to be called anything but…

Trisha: Dr. Lindsay Rothschild Esq. M.D., of course, ma'am. I apologize.

Lindsay: For your insolence!

Trisha: I apologize for my insolence.

There is a bit of an awkward pause.

Lindsay: Well, get on with it!

Trisha: I just wanted to get your thoughts on Anna Mosity's arrest last night, and if it at all will effect your match preparations tonight?

Lindsay appears shocked, and then angry.

Lindsay: I knew that troglodyte feared me! Going as far to get arrested to get out of the beating I was prepared to administer to her stupid brutish face… you will not escape my wrath so easily Mosity!

Lindsay storms into her office as the scene fades.

The Camera pans back to the announce team!

	Thats no way to talk to Trisha!.
	She's a National Treasure dammit!

True to his word Tiberius Dupree is showing SudaFathead what he plans to do to the real Matsuda later tonight. He's currently got him locked in a sloppy version of the Dragon Slayer. Madeline Osiris enters the locker room shaking her head.

Madeline: I guess that's one way to prepare for your match tonight.

More excited than she's ever seen Tibby he releases the hold the kicks the Fathead in the solar plexus before addressing Madeline.

Dupree: He doesn't stand a freaking chance!!! I will make him cry a thousand tears, break him into a million peices until he's only a miniscule particle in the fiber of existance

He delivers 3 stern elbows drop to the Fathead, leaving another indentation. Madeline pays him no mind as she answers a text on her phone.

Dupree: Betterness...he will know it.

Pose. Knee Drop. Pose.

Dupree: OMG will thrive under my leadership.

Eye Poke, Smack, Eye Poke.

Dupree: I will embarrass him and his entourage of cannon fodder on the grandest stage of them all!

Twist Curl. Pose.

Dupree: No man has ever conspired against my Betterness with such total disregard since...since...NEVER!

Flipping senton, the Fathead is nearly dead.

Dupree: Tonight, tonight he will understand the true meaning of Betterness Over Life & Death!! For Jesus was a Carpenter, Elvis was The King and Tiberius Octavius Dupree is the freaking Harbinger!!!

Madeline: Don't you mean The Fire??

She chuckles, he ignores her and finishes off the SudaFatHead with a infinite number of kicks to the head, each time saying "Hiyahh". The camera fades with an out of breath Tibby.

 

The Camera pans back to the announce team!

	The Le-Baron of Betterness is most ready tonight.
	Where can I get a FatSudaHead!

The Xtron Flickers on!

The Camera pans back to the announce team!

	Are you pumped because I am! .
	This is going to be epic!

The scene opens ...

Flashbulbs flash as BUFFNESS exits the back seat of a limo . Several reporters run over to get his thoughts on to nights big event.

Reporter #1 - You walked away from OCW ... do you feel you let your fans down ?

BUFFNESS shoots the reporter a stern look.

BUFFNESS - My contract was up ... get your facts straight .

Reporter #2 - To night your in a match with Dimsmore , Mugen ,and K.D. , do you really think you can win this match ?

BUFFNESS - (Shaking his head) Are you serious ... Next question!!!

Reporter #3 - How does it feel to see your one time friend holding the world title ?

BUFFNESS - No more questions !!!

Several more reporters try to ask a questions as BUFFNESS puts on a pair of headphones. The camera zooms in to capture the Beats by Dre logo as "The Man" by Aloe Blacc begins to play.

BUFFNESS makes his way through the crowd and into the arena as the scene fades to black. The Beats by Dre logo apears once again and the comericial ends .

 

The Camera pans to the announce team!  

	The Black Superman is Ready baby!
	Could tonight be his night?

Rufus and Minami sneak to either side of the catering door

RUFUS: [whispering] Alright dragon lady, I don’t like you an’ you don’t like me but we’ve gotta take care of this Illuminatus fella for masa before the match. I seen him go in, this is our chance!

MINAMI: [whispers back several phrases in japanese at 1,000 words per minute]

Rufus nods, Minami immediately kicks down the door and tosses a smoke grenade into catering Rufus charges in tackling the first person he sees. When the smoke clears Rufus is seen sitting on top of his victim screaming into his walkie talkie.

RUFUS: MASA MATSUDA I GOT EM! I GOT EM! QUICKLY DRAGON LADY TAKE OFF THA MASK SO WE CAN CONFIRM!

Minami rushes over and unmasks ‘Illuminatus’ revealing Young Shanghai with a piece of cloth jammed into his mouth. The camera pans to the left revealing Illuminati sitting cross legged at the table next to the debacle with a glass of tea. He quietly walks over to the dumbfounded Rufus and pours the Tea in his hand over his head and gently hands the cup to a confused Minami. Illuminati makes his way out of catering leaving the trio thoroughly confused.

The Camera pans back to the announce team!

	NATI!
	NATI!

	Up next Motor Mouth Bobby Minio takes on the Pirate Cut Throat.
	You call Bobby a Motor Mouth, but you Call Cut-Throat a pirate? He's not a pirate he is a sociopath who thinks he is a pirate. He smells like hot dog water and he carries a sack. You Charles are a jerk!

	Oh my!
	That could have gone either way!