We cut backstage to find the classy ladies Betty Ford in their normal state of intoxication--that is to say very.

With their respective Wrestlution debuts rapidly approaching, Anna Mosity and Eerie Sunshine do not seem to be letting the pressure get to them. Anna, of course, is passed out in a chair, while Eerie, who seems a bit more coherent, is sprawled out with legs spread across the table, lying amongst the bagels with a cigarette dangling from her lips.

The smokey haze lingers over the duo as Dr. Lindsay Rothschild Esq. M.D. tldr enters hoping to get her nightly nine o'clock coffee, but is instead met with this offensive sight.

The most intelligent woman in the history of the OCW nearly gags at the scene, that may as well have been a car wreck, waving her hand in front of her face as not to contract a secondary effect of their debauchery.

Lindsay: I don't even know where to begin. This is… disgusting… obscene… offensive! Really!

Eerie snaps out of her trance and Anna begins to stir, slowly.

Eerie: Heh?

Lindasy: I refuse to believe that only a week away from the biggest match of your life, Anna, you are passed out drunk and stoned! If not training, should you not at least be practicing healthy eating habits at this point in the training process?

Anna stuffs a half eaten chili cheese dog in her mouth. She had found it on the ground moments earlier. She slowly stands up and bursts out laughing, fragments of her meal fall onto the glasses of Ms. Rothschild.

Anna: [mouth full] You think / need to train to fight a spoiled little b*tch like you Lindsay? I thought you were s'posed to be smart or some sh*t? Me, who picked up too broads in the middle of that ring and dropped them on their necks for the Bombshell Title is supposed to fear some trust fund princess?

Lindsay: [flustered] I'm not /just/ a trust fund princess. I'm a legitimate competitor! Why, I have more Wrestlution experience than the two of you combined!

Now Eerie is laughing.

Eerie: You mean that pre show match where you lost to a teenager?

Lindsay: Shut it, troglodyte! You know nothing of my skills!

Anna: I mean, countin' is a skill I guess but I don't know how that's gonna help you Sunday…

Lindsay: I AM THE UNRELENTING FIST OF YALE!

Eerie: What does that even mean?

Lindsay: Imbeciles!

Lindsay retreats from the smoke filled room and the sound of a loud crack echoes from the hall she left for. Anna and Eerie look at one and other for a moment and shrug, proceeding to stuff their faces and fill their bellies.

The camera however, is more curious, as it goes through the door and into the hallway, where we see Tigerman sprawled out, knocked out in Rothschild's wake. The scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Girls just want to have fun.
	These aren't girls.

The scene opens with A.C. Cobra making his way towards an locker room. He moves fast to the locker room kicks the door in and begins to yell.

A.C. Cobra- Luke?!? Luke?!?!

A.C. opens up every locker opening them and sticking his head inside looking for Luke Funetes. He reaches the last locker and a bright halo out of nowhere shines upon the locker. A loud angelic voice can be heard singing "Haaaa" "Haaaa"

A.C. turns towards the camera man. The camera man points towards the door. An OCW security guard points toward the ground. Singer Adele on the ground harmonizing "Haaaa" in an opera voice. A.C. kneels down and begins to speak to her.

A.C. Cobra- Can you stop that please?

The singing instantly stops. A loud "cmon" can be heard from the locker. It starts for 2 seconds then stops.

Locker- Cmon........Cmon.......Cmon.......

A.C. Cobra-Luke!!!

A.C. Cobra opens the locker to only find an old school boom box. The sound was an recording of Luke saying "Cmon". A.C. places the boom box back inside the locker. Cobra then picks up something from the locker. The camera man is standing behind the locker so it's not seen.

The camera man moves from behind locker door and gets on the side of Cobra. The camera zooms in on what appears to be an net. A.C. slams the net on the ground and storm fully walks out the locker room.

The camera man kneels down and picks up the net. It's an note attached to the net that reads "Why settle for a Tyga when you can have a Cobra" The camera man then turns it over and notices an Wrestlution logo on the back of the card.

The camera man then pulls out an walkie talkie. He puts the walkie talkie to his mouth and begins to speak.

Cameraman- I think he got the message Drago.

The scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Set the calender and tweet your friends. Drago's Beastly Adventure's comes to 3D at WRESTLUTION 9.
	It's gonna be cray!

Sean McGee vs Cody Storm

We pan to the office of CEO Leonheart, who has maintained a bit of radio silence since dropping the bombshell on Our Hero. An indifferent Paul Pugh, the North American Champion enters into view.

Leonheart: Here we stand at the end of the show and not a single ounce of gratitude?

Pugh: For what? giving Wombat Jack the night off?

Leonheart: For protecting my investment.

Pugh: Understand this, I'm not your investment. I am merely providing you with a service that guarantee the desired outcome, When I win, you win. And when you win, I most certainly win. So lets be clear, all you did was save Pirate Pete from entering Wrestlution 9 with a limp and a missing eye.

Leonheart: I won't argue semantics with the help.

Pugh: Good because you can't even spell semantics.

Leonheart recoils to strike out in a verbal assault but bites his tongue.

Pugh: Are we done? id like to pack my #### and blow this Popsicle stand.

Leonheart: Almost, did you find out anything on what "Our Hero" is planning.

Pugh: As a matter of fact I did.

Leonheart's ears perk up.

Pugh: Jack $$$$. oh wait there was a rumor about Parker?, or was that rumor Nate Ortiz? or was it RD Money? or Mad Mike? or Mayhem? Maybe the Steve. Doesn't matter he's alone and if someone is stupid enough to stand at his side then they can have the pleasure of having there legacy tarnished after I beat the nostalgia out of them.

Pugh shrugs his shoulders as walks out of the office.

Leonheart reclines back into his seat.

Leonheart: Just 1 more week and everything will come to fruition. Patience is the key. His end will be the crown jewel by which I am remembered.

The camera fades

It's not over so stop asking