The lights come up with Jonny D still standing in the center of the ring strumming his air guitar, reminiscent of a certain someone at Wrestlution IX, while Wheeler and Your World Heavyweight Champion look on laughing and shaking their heads. Wheeler goes and retrieves a mic from the timekeeper who's standing just outside the ropes. 

Wheeler: "Alright I know you love that music but let's cut it." 

The crowd boos as Wheeler takes the microphone away from his lips and the trio stand there soaking in the boo's.

Wheeler: "You know something guys, I think I'm in the mood for a little celebration tonight. That's right! Bring in some girls and put the beers on ice, because I can't think of anything more satisfying than proving the entire world wrong. Not to mention sending a certain bloodsucking group straight back to the afterlife! Isn't that right Jonny?" 

Wheeler hands the mic over to D, who has since stopped strumming. 

Jonny D: "We secured a victory over one of the only two teams to hold the tag team championships in recent memory and we did it on your grandest stage. OCW we came in and dictated to you how we were going to do things and we've had nothing but success doing it!"

Your World Heavyweight Champion motions for the microphone and D tosses it over to him. 

Cody Storm: "Talk about success, I believe we're the only three man team out there that managed to walk out of Wrestlution without a loss amongst us. Unlike some, when we make a plan, we execute. When I tell you that there's no chance Tobin Frost is beating me, I mean it and I prove it." 

Cody lowers his voice a couple of octaves.

Cody Storm: "When I tell you to give me the ball, I don't just run with it, I score touchdowns! When I tell you that I refuse to relinquish power, I maintain it! When I tell you that I will do whatever it takes, I drop people headfirst on steel steps! When I tell you that I will FOREVER be....."

The crowd gets fired up with boos again anticipating what is to come.

Cody Storm:" YOUR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMP......"

Before Cody can get the rest of the sentence out of his mouth a very familiar siren drowns him out. The crowd begins to actually stir to the sounds of Childish Gambino’s Bonfire Instrumental, the song introducing Cody Storm’s opponent in the main event, the One Man Revolution and C4’s mouthy upstart, Bobby Minio. Predictably, Minio grips a mic as he paces on the stage, his eyes never leaving the three men in the ring.

Bobby Minio: That’s right, ladies and gentlemans, you can always trust Cody Storm to handle balls better than no other!

A portion of the crowd pops for the lowbrow humor.

Bobby Minio: Sorry to interrupt your little back patting parade, Storm, but I felt as though it was time to insert some REALNESS into your mastabatory celebration.

The three men in the ring throw their arms up, looking annoyed by the mere presence of Minio, cutting into their well earned time in the spotlight.

Bobby Minio: Tonight… well, it goes without saying that I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for a LONG time… but I’m Bobby Minio so I’m going to say it anyway! I have been waiting for this opportunity for a LOOOONG time, Storm!

Minio’s pacing stops as he stands at the top of the ramp, pointing to himself.

Bobby Minio: Look, I’m an honest man, and I know that I’m an asshole...

He then points up toward Cody Storm.

Bobby Minio: ...but you are the one man in this company that they would rather boo.

The crowd actually begins to pop for Minio’s statement, something he hadn’t heard for quite some time.

Bobby Minio: You are the one man that would force this crowd to actually boo as I drag you around the ring by that stump you pretend is a neck! So tonight, in the MAIN EVENT, I have no choice but you kick your ass. I came out here a long time ago, and I promised these people that I was going to make a statement. I proved to these people that I am a man who knows how to identify an opportunity. Tonight, I have the opportunity to make the biggest statement there is. I’m going to beat the OCW World Champion.

Minio moves a few steps down the ramp toward the ring, but turns on his heel to face the entrance way, walking out to leave. The instrumental of Bonfire by Childish Gambino fires up again, as Minio begins to talk over it.

Bobby Minio: After that, the next time I see you? I’m going to take that goddamn title away from your greasy mitts. No more mediocrity, just REALNESS, and the upset is REAL!

As Minio is about to walk through the curtain, he adds one last night.

Bobby Minio: Mic drop.

The now trademark boom of the dropped mic fills the arena before abruptly stopping as the feed to the mic is cut. As Minio disappears to the backstage area, Cody Storm turns to the Blacklist with a blank face, before the charade breaks. He begins laughing hysterically, his colleagues joining in, at the very notion of Minio going over in tonight’s main event.

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	How rude of Bobby to interrupt their party.
	Charles, the day will come when Bobby fights as good as he talsk, and on that day, mankind is doomed I tel lyou...DOOMED!!

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General Raze vs Luke Fuentes vs AC Cobra vs Johnny D

The camera pans to the announce team.

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	Boy!
	Oh boy

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The camera pans to the announce team.

	That won't end well.
	Somebody call the Army!! The Navy!! The...er....Call Buffy!! Better yet, call Faith..yes Faith!! Yummy Faith.

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The crowd cheers as Tobin Frost comes up on the screen. He’s on one knee near his gym bag taping his hand. The bruises on his back and arms are easily visible after being thrown on the steps multiple times in his match with Cody Storm. Despite suffering the biggest loss in his career he seems to be in good spirits. Tobin stands up as he hears a noise and the crowd explodes as, Future Investment Winner, walks on screen. Tobin turns around and looks at Sean. Sean looks as full of himself as always but is trying to hold back a smile knowing how Tobin must be feeling. The two glare at each other. Tobin cuts the tension with a smile and extends his hand.

Tobin: Congrats man, two years in a row you’ve made Wrestlution your night. You deserve it.

Sean is a little surprised that Tobin isn’t throwing chairs or yelling at himself. Tobin can sense this too from Sean’s reaction.

Tobin: Look man I figure I have two options at this point. I could go into a deep spiral of depression and regret. I could do what I did last year and be that guy I was who hit that stagehand. Don’t get it twisted, I am pissed off right now. I’m more angry right now with myself than I was after losing to you last year. But I’m not going to let it eat at me. Because if I do that Sean… I’m not going to get where I want to be. That is one day with that OCW Championship around my waist.

BUFFNESS : I'm glad your taking it so well Tobin .

BUFFNESS holds up his Future Investment brief case and pats it .

BUFFNESS : Looks like we have the same goal ... We have been through a lot together in the short time we've been in OCW , The good and the bad ...But make no mistake if you win the OCW title I will not hesitate to use this little advantage I have to place myself into the title picture .

The cameraman zooms in as the two men stare each other down for a short time before BUFFNESS extends one of his large arms out to Tobin . T-Plex gives his Slam U partner a fist bump as both men begin to smile .

Tobin : When the time comes the time comes. We’ll see who the better man is. But until that time comes we do what we always do. Drop people on their heads, and show why we are two of the best in the business.

Tobin and Sean nod as the scene fades.

 We come back from commercial with Cesar warming up in the ring when suddenly the music abruptly cuts off, leaving a bemused Drago Cesar staring up the ramp towards the mammoth Eli and, more offputtingly, Jacob Trance. He motions toward the referee who just shrugs, not sure of the situation.

Trance: Ah, child... You look a little bemused, confused... So let me enlighten you, peel back your eyelids so you can see the world in a true light... MY LIGHT!

Jacob begins to pace up and down the stage.

Trance: I'm afraid young Johnny is other wise indisposed, he's a little preoccupied right now, but don't you fear... Don't you fret child, you're all ready to go to the prom but your dance partner has stood you up.... I'm a Good Samaritan, I can give you some assistance with that...

Jacob chuckles, the noise dark, tinged with mock sorrow.

Trance: So, you have the opportunity to see my message for yourself...

The fans begin to boo and Jacob looks around with a smile.

Trance: Oh come now, if you must insist I'll sit this dance out and let the little lady go home early.

Jacob laughs a lot louder, slapping Eli on the shoulder.

Trance: You hear that Eli? We're going to save this man... Help him understand that ghosts and demons are real, they're inside...

Jacob raises a hand, forming a gun which he promptly places against his head.

Trance: These demons... These ghosts... They're inside of your head... It's just that sometimes....

Jacobs demeanour changes, becoming disturbing serious, his voice drops to a growl, the microphone now clasps in two hands is brought to his lips.

Trance: They win...

At that Jacob turns and leaves with Eli, Drago none the wiser in the ring.