The crowd starts to boo and chants of "YOU LOST!" rain down upon YOUR former WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION as he quietly makes his way from the backstage area to the ring. 

He's not dressed to fight tonight. He's wearing a pair of jeans and his "Still King" T-shirt. He has his hair tied back in a pony tail so that everyone in attendance can see his eyes. Yet oddly he's wearing his wrestling boots and he's carrying his mangled version of the crown of OCW. The boo's rise up yet again as Storm brings the microphone to his mouth. 

Cody Storm: "I know! I get it! I lost! Well, let me tell you something. Sometimes you have to lose in order to win...." 

The crowd finally quiets down and lets Cody talk as they seem at least somewhat intrigued.

Cody Storm: "Almost three years ago to this day I was booted out of the arena in a dumpster by the CEO of this company. I vowed revenge. But more than that, I vowed that when I came back I'd come back and prove that I was the best." 

Cody Storm: "Since my return in the summer of 2012 I've been a member of one of the most dominant groups in OCW: Cerberus. I've become the reigning King."

Cody points down at his shirt.

Cody Storm: "I've won the grandest prize of them all: The OCW World Heavyweight Championship. And I've successfully defended it on the grandest stage of them all: Wrestlution. You can't imagine what finally winning that championship meant to me. I had been a dominant force in the minor leagues for so long, and it was all that I wanted to move up and show that I could still win the big one.... it was my life's goal." 

Cody Storm: "But.... as much as that meant to me, nothing has meant more to me than the people I've met here in OCW. The people that allowed me to come back after screwing up. The people you spend countless hours just talking with, fighting with, facing off against. Coming to OCW was about proving that I still had what it took to be a World Heavyweight Champion, and to do it in the most prestigious organization at that, but it was also about proving that the toxic personality that I had in my younger days and that isolated me from so many of my peers in the old days wasn't me any longer." 

Cody Storm: "It means everything to me to be able to look in the back and call just about every single one of those men back there a friend. And that friendship is the only reason that I'm able to make this decision. I've spent a lot of time being Cody Storm; over seven years. Now I need to go spend more time being Cody McArdle, but I hope everyone knows this has meant the world to me.

Cody steps out of his boots and places his crown atop them leaving a wrestling ring and a silent crowd for perhaps the last time in his life.

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	Some say goodbye...some say good riddance...
	We simply say....

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A voice speaks in the dark, the buzz of electricity can be heard but nothing can be seen.

Trance: My name is Jacob Trance...

The crowd are split, some boo but most seem to cheer, won over by how swiftly Jacob disposed of the once dominant Cody Storm.

Trance: I am your guide, your pathfinder in life.

A brief "pathfinder" chant breaks out.

Trance: I am many things to many people, but I am not here to save OCW, no my children... My plan since day one has been to burn this place to the ground, to then rebuild it as I see it, in my image so that all of my family can live in harmony.

A light bulb begins to flicker, revealing Jacobs grinning face, behind him lurk Cobra, Fuentes and Eli.

Trance: Life is good but it could be better, they know that only through me can their life be bettered. Even Sid, Sid has recently been REWARDED for his performances as of late... He's even reassigned to watch over my church for the foreseeable future. 

At this a cheer comes up from those that did not like Harrison at all.

Trance: Don't worry Arnaud, my son. You will still have your match, your little chance to dance like a puppet to the beat of the crowds drum... You will take on Eli, which I am sure you will enjoy, I'm sure it'll be fantastic as after all you claim to be amazing, you claim to be this incredible, incredible super human... But know this... If you look down on me, you are a fool. When you look up to me you will see a GOD... But when you look into my eyes for just long enough child, you will see the monster that dwells within my mind...

Trance rubs his nose as the light starts to dim again.

Trance: Hell doesn't want you Arnaud, heaven doesn't need you... And I have no use for you.

The light finally dies, pitching the room into darkness and silence.

Trance: Go now, there are other worlds than these.

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We open on the backstage interview area. Stacy Clarke stands impatiently in front of the camera, as the One Man Revolution and half of the remaining C4 faction, Bobby Minio, steps into frame. A small pop can be heard through the backstage halls emitting from the crowd. Minio has a strange look on his face, and just as Clarke raises a mic to her face to speak, Minio reaches out, placing his index finger over her lips, silencing her before she said a word.

Bobby Minio: How about you do me a solid and let me do what I do?

With a huff, Stacy Clarke steps back, her eyebrows furrowing down in offense, and she shouts back a reply at C4’s mouthpiece.

Stacy Clarke: You still owe me that segment in your house!

With a grin, Minio reaches out, snatching the microphone from Stacy’s hand. With a dismissive tone that has a hint of sarcasm sprinkled on top, Minio fires back instantly.

Bobby Minio: Get in line, sweetheart.

Stacy Clarke: That’s why you’re single, BOB.

His grin still prominently beaming on his face, Minio adjusts imaginary glasses that had imaginarily slipped down the bridge of his nose.

Bobby Minio: Actually STACE. I’m single because I put this industry before the needs of others and that has led me to become non-committal in personal relationships. Shows what you know. Some journalist.

Stacy’s frustration escapes her mouth through gritted teeth as she sighs with a growl. She storms off camera, as Minio looks back into the lens and gives a “FINALLY” expression to the TV audience.

Bobby Minio: Now I can really get to some serious business, and boy is it serious. First thing is first. Paul Pugh, her majesty's favorite genital wart, is back and he’s put me on notice. Apparently, I am the bad guy because I came out to stop his vicious assault on a man that I was led to believe was Pugh’s best friend in the OCW. 

Bobby Minio: Apparently, when Pugh loses his cool because some muscle-bound mental midget took his favorite toy away, and he slips into careless obscurity, it’s the fault of Mugen and I.

Bobby Minio: Apparently, Pugh has an accountability problem, so he’s going to saddle that weight on me. Well, Pugh-Pugh, you need some help being held accountable? I’ll be your huckleberry, and I’ve got an offer for you that I’m sure you won’t be able to refuse.

Bobby Minio: The OCW management in their infinite wisdom have given me the opportunity to introduce a new segment to the fans that I think everyone will enjoy. Today, I’m officially announcing Mic Drop TV. I’ll take over the Riot ring and airwaves, and give it to you the only way that I know how. Loud and dirty… and as of right now, I am formally inviting Paul Pugh to join me on the first edition, two weeks from now, at Riot 389!

A buzz continues to grow from the crowd, who is now roaring at the possibilities that could come out of this confrontation.

Bobby Minio: You want to put me on notice, Paulie? Do it to my FACE. You think I’m going to be afraid of you? You think you’ll give me pause by returning like some kind of supervillain who returned from the dead? You’re more delusional than that self absorbed dope Jacob Trance.

Minio leans in to the lens, his light demeanor rapidly washing from his face to something more direct, something more serious.

Bobby Minio: Oh yeah Trance, you think I’ll hide from you? After Tobin or BUFFNESS get through ripping that title out of your greasy claws, exposing you for the flash in a pan champion you really are, I’m coming to deal with you and what you’ve done to my friend. Luke isn’t some brainless cultist, and the only reason I can imagine he would be wasting his time with your band of diluted, disenfranchised, disillusioned LOSERS, is because his close proximity to Hissy Snakeman was rapidly burning through brain cells.

Bobby Minio: You know really, a joke like Pugh is barely worth my time, but in some sick way I feel like I at least owe him five more minutes of fame in this industry… but you Trance. You and your little Family have made my list of things to do, and Luke, this is the wrong way to be Reckless. We need to talk so I can set ya straight…

Bobby Minio: … but I digress. Two weeks from now, Pugh, bring your ass and your gums, because we’re going to have a chat on the premiere edition of Mic Drop TV about your malfunction. Be there or don’t. Either way, C4 goes over EVERYTHING.

As quickly as he had burst on screen, Minio disappears from the frame, with only the crowd’s reaction and the sound of determined boots clapping on concrete floor to remind us that he was ever on screen.

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	' Mic Drop TV' ...The fiiiii-yuuuur..the fiiiii-yuuuur....
	That was 'Dupree TV' idiot.

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The camera fades to a tight shot of Matsuda sitting at a table in catering.

MATSUDA: So explain to me again why we’re here.

The camera pans out to reveal Matsuda, Illuminati, a cardboard cutout of Dupree, an LSD Action Figure, and a giant teddy bear with a picture of Patolamai taped to its face.

ILLUMINATI: We’re here to celebrate the First Annual Ambition Reunion!

MATSUDA: What about the reunion show we did last year?

ILLUMINATI: no… shut up… that wasn’t real…

Matsuda seems confused, not wanting to further question Illuminati’s insanity he shrugs figuring its easier to play along.

MATSUDA: Silly me, that must have been a figment of my imagination, 

Matsuda begins eating his salad as Illuminati uses a spoon to pour soup all over the mouth section of his mask. After an awkward silence Illuminati begins

ILLUMINATI: HOW COME WE DON’T HANG OUT ANYMORE?!

MATSUDA: I don’t know I guess I’ve been busy…

Young Shanghai walks into catering to grab a bite to eat. Illuminati menacingly points at him and yells

ILLUMINATI: ITS THAT DAMNED MUGEN… I’M PUTTING YOU IN A MATCH

Matsuda considers pointing out that not only is Mugen booked in a match, but that that is also not Mugen, he thinks better of it and allows Illuminati to continue.

ILLUMINATI: YES, AND YOU’LL FACE THAT DAMNED NAME STEALING SLANT EYE MATSUMOTO… I HOPE YOU BOTH DIE!

Matsuda shakes his head at Illuminati’s absurd statements as he finishes his salad.

MATSUDA: errrrm… I have to go… stretch… you know for my match

ILLUMINATI: Yes of course, you need to do your best, especially considering that you have to carry that scumbag Mugen.

Matsuda ignores Illuminati’s continuity error and quietly leaves. Illuminati sits back down, and turns to cardboard cut out Dupree

ILLUMINATI: Why aren’t you eating Dupree, you look like you’ve lost too much weight.

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Eli vs Arnaud

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Illuminati sits in his GM office, in his massive velvet swivel chair. His office is as it was during his full time stint, papers strewn all over the floor and a fireplace mysteriously in the corner.

Illuminati looks up directly at the camera and announces,

ILLUMINATI: Oh I didn’t notice you there!

He gets up from the chair and picks up a random piece of paper, he looks at it for a moment before crumpling it up and tossing it behind his back.

ILLUMINATI: You see, what this generations rookies lack is… pun very intended, Ambition. You see, back in my day, not only did we have to walk 70 miles through a blizzard to get to the ring, we had to compete with Riot.

Illuminati pauses for a moment, walks aimlessly before sitting cross legged on the ground.

ILLUMINATI: But you know what was scary? We were winning. And the bewildered rookies of today might ask, ‘How would you guys be outperforming the main roster?’

Illuminati picks up a seemingly important piece of paper, crumples it up and tosses it into the fireplace.

ILLUMINATI: We had MUST SEE RIVALRIES! If you asked anyone who was main-eventing Riot when Ambition was in full force, I promise you no one would be able to tell you.

ILLUMINATI: But when you ask about Ambition? People answer, Patolamai vs Matsuda, LSD vs yours truly, Tiberius Dupree vs THE LOTUS.

ILLUMINATI: Those blockbuster feuds were the foundations of each of our blockbuster careers. So in the interest of igniting similar feuds I’ve put three of our most outspoken rookies in a Three-Way Dance, and I’m expecting a barnburner tonight gents.

Illuminati returns to shuffling through the papers on the floor and randomly signing them as the camera fades to black.

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