We pan backstage to the temporary office of OCW General Manager, Tiberius Octavian Dupree. This office is pretty mundane despite the modern look of the arena. Dupree of course had his custom carved maplewood chair fitted with a plush purple pillow from Persia flown out with him to Los Angeles for the event.

Dupree sits in said chair until The Last Blacksmith kicks open his door with enough force to dent the wall. The OCW GM, silver hair glistening, acts as if he didn’t see him rudely enter. Blacksmith bangs on the open door in retaliation.

Dupree: Can you stop, please?

Tibby looks at TLBS with as much intimidation as he can muster.

Blacksmith: You’re the one who fucking called me in here. So, let's hurry up that I have other things to do.

Dupree: Yeah so I can tell you to phreaking stop. I know you’re up to something with Mantis, I can feel it in my chesticles. And I want it to stop, right now!

Blacksmith: Like fuck I will not.

Dupree stands up from his chair and places his palms on the table.

Dupree: I don’t need you corrupting any rookys with your phreaking horse shenanigans. All I need right now is another shiterus lighting tables on fire and swinging kendo sticks around like an Arkham inmate.

Blacksmith: What's the problem? I'm just teaching him how to live in this world. Mantis will get stronger, and no one will be able to prevent this from happening. I dare you to try, if you want...

Dupree: Is that a phreaking threat? Did you, with your stupid horse face, wearing your stupid microsoft paint merch, just threaten me?

Blacksmith: Do you think I have not the guts to make that, Tiberius? Stay away from my business, take this like an advice.

TLBS points at him with vigor, TIbby translates the point as “You can go fuck yourself”. Blacksmith then walks out the door leaving the OCW GM furious backstage.

The scene opens in Terra Daturas’ locker room as she prepares for her showdown with Valkyrie. She wants to step out of the room, when the door bursts open. In the frame she sees her manager Ashley Moore standing.

Ashley Moore: Finally. There you are!

Ashley Moore: Why did you stop answering my calls and ignore all my messages? That is not what I imagined when I started this partnership with you.

Terra: …

Ashley Moore: Nevermind now. Do you have a plan on how you will beat Valkyrie?

Terra stares at her blankly.

Ashley Moore: I guess not... So listen to mine, or you’ll probably be staring up at the lights this evening.

She brings out a few sheets of paper and hands them to Terra,

Ashley Moore: Read those quickly! We don’t have much time. Then I will explain exactly what you need to do.

But instead of reading the notes Terra throws them aside. The camera pans up to an astonished Ashley Moore.

Ashley Moore: What is your problem? You know your win is my win, right?

Terra: I do not need a plan. Mother Nature will lead the way.

Terra storms by Ashley and out the door as she turns to her papers, but before she can think to pick them up, Terra turns…

Terra: Are you coming?

Moore stops and thinks for a moment…

Ashley Moore: This is very unprofessional … But yes, of course I am!

Ashley scurries out of the room with Terra and the two begin making the long walk towards the ring.

She peers over to Terra uncertain before quickly regaining her confidence in her associate and smirking as we fade to the next scene.

FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE

A buzz is in the air as Dane Xavier strides into the backstage area being flanked by his entourage, his agent Dennis Dillinger and his valet Jasmine. They are making their way to the luxury box entrance when backstage interviewer Jim Black rushes into the scene with a microphone in hand.

Jim Black: Wow, Dane Xavier! A shocking return no doubt. I know I didn't expect you to return after 10 years here at Wrestlution, but why did you attack--

Dillinger: Nanananana, Jim.

Black is cut off as Dillinger steps in front of him while Dane looks down his nose in disgust at the interviewer.

Dillinger: Did you learn nothing from what my client did out there, Jim? Obviously you didn't, so let me clue you in on a little something. My client is under no obligation to speak to you based on the terms of his very lucrative contract, the contract in which I, Dennis Dillinger drew up, tailored to his every whim.

Dillinger: Let’s get one thing straight here, Jim Black. My client had a very specific agreement in place as to when he would go out there.

Dillinger: It’s not my fault that Cort whos-it-whats-it decided to overstay his welcome and try to pander to these weird nobodies in the crowd who decided to spend their entire middle class paycheck on this event. My client's obligation is complete here tonight and an interview with you was not included in the agreement.

Dennis Dillinger looks up at Dane Xavier in awe.

Dillinger: This is a spectacular athlete, a veteran of this sport, a former OCW World Champion, and the greatest professional wrestler on this planet.

Dillinger: He speaks when he wants to speak, to whom he wants to speak, and if you don't fall into those categories then I strongly suggest you gaze upon his majesty from a distance, because this is a diamond that is not to be seen in the fallow of faux jewels!

Dane smiles and basks in Dillinger's acknowledgement, showing off his pearly whites and single gold.

Dillinger: I suggest you get with the rest of the wrestling world and tune in next week to OCW's flagship show, OCW Riot, to hear all about Dillinger Enterprises. That includes the Grim Reaper and of course, the Debonair Diamond to my right.

Dennis motions to Dane and Jasmine as they continue onward toward the luxury box. As they reach the doors, the young boys manning them open them slowly, and standing on the other side is none other than OCW Hall of Famer RD Money!

The crowd pops huge for the appearance of GREATNESS.

Dillinger: Aha! Well, well, well. It seems men of class share similar taste.

GREATNESS: F*ck it is, playboy? How--

One of the doors slip, causing it to lightly tap RD on the toe. He looks impossibly offended. After a moment, Greatness laughs in the face of the door boy.

RD's hand lifts into frame exposing a bottle of baby powder. He begins shaking some into his other hand. He stops and double takes at Dane Xavier.

After a moment, RD offers the bottle of baby powder to Dane who looks at the door boys, both looking confused. Dane then holds his hand out with a smile and Greatness begins shaking the baby powder into his hand too!

The two OCW staffers manning the doors both look at each other trying to figure out the situation when *SMACK-SMACK!* Dane Xavier and RD Money simultaneously slap the two in the face with the baby powder, sending two giant puffs of white flying in the air.

The stunned doormen are blinded, coughing and doubled over gagging. Dennis Dillinger holds the door to the luxury box open for RD Money, Dane and Jasmine and they all casually exit.

Back in the catering area of Wrestlution we see James Fraser sat down eating some Big Mama’s Southern BBQ with respect to the family after what happened earlier. Fraser, watching the monitor sees a massive figure enter the area. Incoming is newly signed OCW rookie OWEN. Fraser lifting his brows stands up and approaches the behemoth of a man.

Fraser: Shit mate, yer a big fella ye know that? How did a lad like yerself end up here?

In contrast to FRASER’s accent, when Owen speaks, it is clear that he has an English accent.

Owen: “I was recruited to come here from Europe.”

Fraser rubs his head trying not to bust chops.

Fraser: Hmm recruited eh? Seems interesting to get a bloke like you here in OCW but we love to see it mate.

Fraser notices “Mat Enforcer” on the back of OWEN’s jacket as he chuckles.

Fraser: Mat Enforcer are ye? I like the sound of that, what ya say sometime we put that to the test?

Owen looks at Fraser up and down, regarding his size and attempting to gain the measure of the man.

Owen: “Certainly. I would be happy to share the ring with you.”

Fraser takes one more look over at OWEN he finally taps the man on the shoulder as he walks away.

Fraser: Enjoy yer stay fella, it’ll be an excellent time when we get to step into the ring with one another.

Fraser: The ring is our sanctum and we must always honor it, lately I can’t say many of these “athletes” here have been enforcing that code of honor. Catch you around big man.

Owen: “I welcome that. That is why I was brought here. See you around.”

OWEN walks out of view as we move on to the next segment