The scene opens backstage, in an opulently furnished dressing room. Incense burns, and soft jazz wafts through the air as Alistair “Peaches” Pierce pours a 1957 vintage Shiraz into the crystal glass of his employer “Amazing” Ari Brookstone. Ari is deep in conversation with two others – Mugen, and the newest acquisition to his stable – K D’Angelo.

Ari: …Now my friends, we are on a locomotive to success, tonight you Mugen – you have the chance to scalp one of the crème de la crème – and I have no doubt that you will do just that. Mugen you are the apex of Japanese wrestling spirit… Strong Style – the greatest Asian wrestler since the great Kendo Nagasaki.

Mugen: Actually he was Engl…

Ari: Mugen my friend, he was a Japanese Samurai – the greatest of great warriors… You. You are a Warrior. You are the young knock out kid, and you are fast becoming the greatest thing about this company… and Mr KD…

Ari turns to KD, who is as quiet as we’ve ever seen him

Ari: Mr KD… whatever is the matter?

KD: Nothin… I just think it’s about time my luck changed around here.

Ari: …and by joining our little flock Mr KD… it will do exactly that. Earlier, I spoke to the powers that be… and I’ve secured you an opportunity. Next week, on the three hundred and fiftieth episode of Riot…if you trample your opponent... a Mr... Marley? Lets just say doors will open.

KD: Again?

Ari: Again. You will defeat him, and then you will bring some much needed facetime to our little party – Peaches a moment?

Peaches heads over as Ari takes a sip of his red wine. As he gets close, Ari places the glass onto the table beside him.

Ari: Hand…

Peaches extends his hand, and Ari reaches across to grab it. He gently rests Peaches’ hand on top of the fine crystal chalice. He then lifts his hand, leaving Peaches’ hand atop the glass – before making a fist, and bringing it down on top of his servants resting digits – shattering the glass into his poor young companions hand.

Ari: …as you well know – you do not serve red wine chilled. Now Peaches – what is it we don’t do?

Peaches: …serve red win chill…

Ari interrupts him by slapping him across the face. He then clicks his fingers and looks over at KD.

Ari: Now KD… that singlet simply won’t do – let’s get you in something that befits a man of your status.

The scene fades as Peaches picks the shards from his hand.

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	Damn that must hurt...
	Nobody chills Red Scaggs... he deserves everything he gets

	Its match time - a triple threat between the man we've just seen KD Angelo, Murdock and the hardest working man in OCW... Tobin Frost.
	BLACK MAGIC

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Match

Triple Threat

KD'Angelo vs Murdock vs Frost.

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The scene opens to the poverty stricken drug infested melting pot of hookers and pimps and pushers and fiends, which is seasoned over by the occasional gun shot and police siren making this neighborhood a far cry from the mansions and posh lifestyles of neighboring Beverly Hills.

Of course the "Trapp House" kitchen is littered with a laundry list of items and paraphernalia. 

Sat amongst the usual various cooking pots, empty "Arm n Hammer" baking soda boxes and "Pyrex" beakers, the contents of a large white plastic "Rite-Aid" bag spill onto the table top having been pillaged of its importance

A Chess board sits nearly barren in front of the militant minded Hannibal as his "Prime Time" ashes carelessly fall where they will. 

A rarity in this day and age a"Sony" branded Discman gutted of its innards only for its motor sits in two at opposing ends of the table. 

Nearly two dozen black ink "Bic" branded pens pepper the tabletop from end to end, many having been uncapped and sliced into various sizes. 

A few other home novelties and toiletries such as a stick of deodorant, a 99 cent bottle of shampoo, a few straight edge razors, and some guitar string make up the common prison recipe.

The always gaudy Omar Gibbs reclines back amongst the mess at the rickety old kitchen table fresh from an all nighter in the kitchen, carelessly indulging in some Marijuana and Promethazine for breakfast.

Sending the shopping list of items into the air in a shower of shrapnel, the plummeting body of the A-Team's POW Alice Malice's finally comes to a rest from free falling from the massive mitts of Murdock. 

Following Murdock close in tow the finally freed, fine figured, femm fatale, Felicia Anna-Cruz Escobar proudly drapes herself in what could be best described as her own weight in gold OCW Championships.

Face: Bend that bitch over and hold that bitch down... Bout to brand this bitch...

Murdock effortlessly maneuvers the mentally broken Malice into a prone position over the kitchen table.

Face hastily pulls the bottom half of Malice's sweat suite down to her mid buttock with one hand retrieving Omar Gibbs's crudely constructed prison tattoo gun with her other. 

Face: Bitch ain't ever gonna forget F'n with Felicia Anna-Cruz Escobar.

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