The camera pans around the OCW parking lot, searching for no one or nothing in particular. The camera turns to the BMW that just pulled into the garage and follows it until it parks. The car idles for a moment and then shuts off.

The car seems to set there as a dead shell, but then finally the driver side door opens and out steps Justin Raze. He reaches back into his car and pulls out his bag and shuts the door and begins walking to the back entrance, the car beeping behind as he locks it.

Stacey Clark is waiting for Justin as he approaches the door, her trusty microphone in hand. She immediately steps in front of the door.

Clark: Raze, last week, Valmont presented you with a proposition on whether to join him and learn from him. Sort of a...mentor or teacher for you. Have you made a decision on what you're going to do?

Raze: Well Stacey, his proposition brings up some bad memories. If you all remember, my previous 'mentors' wanted to teach me their ways as well, but, all they taught me was abandonment. So, as you can imagine, this whole process brings back some bad thoughts and definitely affects the outcome of my choice.

Raze: One of the worse things in all of this though was seeing my previous mentors', Lucas Crowe, come back and not come and apologize or continue teaching me, but instead, go and sell out to Trance of all people!

Clark: Do you plan to have words with Crowe?

Raze: You can bet your ass that me and him will be 'speaking'! Me and him have some 'things' to discuss.

Clark: What about his new found family?

Raze: He can hide behind his family but let me make this clear: I don't care if I have to go through that useless ass kisser Cobra, the mindless drones of Eli and Sid Harrison, or even the World Heavyweight Champion himself, I will get to Crowe.

Raze: And when I do there will be no more family, no more Trance, no not a single thing for him to hide behind. And then, he will understand that he made the biggest mistake abandoning me.

Raze: As for my decision, everyone will find out tonight.

With that, Raze pushes Stacey out of the way and heads through the back entrance to prepare for his match and his decision.

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	Thirsty talk there from 'The Thirst'.
	I'd have said Crowe did him a favour, and he should be grateful...but whatever.

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The three can be seen making their way into a barbershop on a street corner. The sign for the barbershop is odd in that it has graffiti style text reading 'Gethsemane' juxtaposed with Korean lettering.

Upon entering Djesus exclaims

DJESUS: HEY YO! WHERE'S DJESUS' RIGHT HAND MAN PETEY "HIGH POCKETS"?

An equally loud voice responds

PETEY: AWWWW SHEEEEEIIIIT ITS...

Before Petey can finish a grumpy old Korean man steps out of the back room

MR KWAN: SHIBAAAA! WHAT YOU DO IN BARBER SHOP?! WHY YOU HERE GET NO HAIRCUT?! YOU NO GET HAIRCUT YOU REAVE! UNASTAHN?

Petey dismisses Mr Kwan with a wave of his hand and leads Djesus and company outside the shop.

PETEY: Man, don't pay that grumpy old man no mind, I swear no one would come here but I'll be damned if Mr. Kwan doesn't give the best line-ups in the world, ya feel me?

DJESUS: Petey is gunna teach you to be a real OG, like Djesus, so Djesus wants you to give him your undivided attention.

Drago seems even more confused at the recent developments, before he has a chance to respond Petey grabs him by the shoulder and leads him into the barbershop.

PETEY: First things first, we gotta take care of that hair before we do anything.

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Coming soon to DVD

OCW Damnation 2008

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We come back from the break to find Jacob Trance in the centre of the ring, the lights are dimmed for effect.

Trance: A lot if people in this world love the sound of their own voice, they just talk and talk and talk... They promise change. They tell you a storm is coming, that the winds of change are as unstoppable as a tidal wave... A tsunami of truth...

Jacob chuckles and continues pacing as he talks.

Trance: And then...Then the tide comes gently rolling in, washing away the sons and daughters of the liars and charlatans... There is no change, the sands of this world return to how they were... BUT NOT I!

Jacob thumps his chest to accentuate his point.

Trance: I stand knee deep in the flood waters of a storm of lies. Unyielding, and unbending to their false message. I am a rock, a rock on which this world depends, a rock that even Mr. Sensation shall soon come to accept. 

Jacob unhooks his WHC and lays it down, kneeling in front.

Trance: I have taken control of your false idol, the centre of the lies... Every day it spends in my possession heals this world, day by day I am removing the sickness from this company, cutting out the cancer and purifying it's leper driven nature. 

Jacob shakes his head.

Trance: But fear not my children, although the night is long and full of terrors... If the ghosts and demons in our heads are victorious in their battle and plunge the world into darkness... There are other worlds than these.

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	Yes KD , YES!!
	This is the KD we want...Look at the poor garden!!! :(

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Smythe D. Wonder stands pacing the ring while the crowd is torn between S Jobber, SDW and You're too old chants. Smythe is noticeably stalling for time. Which is the obvious indicator that he has a plan. As he takes the microphone you can see him slip a bill into the ringside assistants hand. Smythe has always been known to be friends with every worker backstage, he prefers them over the other wrestlers. The Janitors, grounds crew, lights technicioans and engineers always had extra money flowing. Usually from Smythe's abuse of the Sensational Black card. So it could be a sign that Smythe has struck a deal with Our Hero himself. Or not...

Smythe: SO!!! Here we are... I'm here tonight K Dangelo isn't so I guess I have another week off. Boos rain down before Smythe gets a chance to continue. Actually no, because I have a contractual obligation I will wrestle whomever wants a chance to become a legend by beating a legend... But that's later... tonight Newark New Jersey, one of my favourite City's on this planet will see a Legend in action. Do you know what I like about Jersey. You guys know how to pick a winner. You don't claim the Jets, cause they suck... but the Giants.... They have Manning, and they win Superbowls... that's your team... the fans throw out a cheer and the SDW chants start up The Rangers are old the Islanders are too young but the Devils and the best goalie ever Martin Brodeur... That's your team Another cheap pop as Smythe is clearly aiming to rile the crowd up The New Jersey Nets were good for a bit... but they started slipping up and you Kicked those old losers right out of your city... That's what I'm talking about... The SDW chants are in full swing as the crowd explodes excited to hear the old SDW back.

This is why I have to come out here and do this. This is why I have to make this decision because like New Jersey... I am also a winner, I also have to have something epic on my side at all times. So K Dangelo... I know you aren't here tonight, which means I'm going to have to postpone our match until Summercide!!! 

But that's ok, because this way I get to raise the Stakes. At Summercide K Dangelo, We're bringing back the band. Me and You, and I'm looking at a few prospects. Half the crowd is chanting Bloodline, the Half is chanting Darkside. The boos are gone for a minute. For a second everyone is forgetting that Smythe is also one of OCW's most hated wrestlers. This is his effect. He is just to cool to boo sometimes. This being one of them. I haven't decided which band yet. But I know it's starts with men and you. I know you aren't going to say no, because it was too good the last time. But at Summercide if I win I need something from you.

Last week you see Wesley was attacked by the family. I know that Trance has hidden me away in his memory like a horribly bad experience. But this Wesley who isn't all Sex, drugs, rap and strippers. This new good Wesley.... Is a bit of a Pussy........ Cat... Pussy Cat chants break out as Smythe keeps speaking. He isn't built for a war like this yet and he needs someone to have his back. I would do it myself, but I have a life and a wife and other girlfriends and obligations. I want you to look out for Wesley for me. Be a part of my.... Family, No pun intended. 

So this is what's on the line. I beat you at Summercide... the band is back together and you make sure Wesley doesn't get his face kicked in anymore. You become his best friend... I gain a piece of mind, you gain a new burden, which will suck for you. If you win, which you won't but I guess I should make a alternate universe scenario where that happens...... The band is back, but YOU CALL THE SHOTS!!!!

Smythe Drops the Mic and the crowd pops and starts chanting for Summercide. As a blockbuster match up has just been made

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	The band is re-forming.
	But is anyone really going to buy tickets?

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OCW EX Title match

Matsuda [c] vs AC Cobra

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(Pre Recorded Segment)
The scene opens up in a dimly lit news broadcast set with two office chairs with their backs facing the camera. As the lights slowly turn to a normal state, the seat turns to reveal the Strong Style Daigaku in suits facing the camera.

Mugen: This is your Lord of the Lariat, The Emperor of the Enzuguri, The Suplex Saint, The Strong Style Savior, The Bruce Lee of OOOOH Weeeee, Mugen. I am joined by my tag team partner and my associate Matsuda. 

Matsuda bows for the camera as Mugen continues again.

Mugen: I have a lot to get off my mind so I will be basically doing the talking while Matsuda is my point man with the graphics. I sit here today as a man who is humbled. For months I have been running the tag team division of OCW with my partner Matsuda and doing so carrying my beloved North American Championship. But you know what grinds my gears?

Matsuda pulls out a large poster board with the words "You Know What Grinds My Gears?" written in an ornate script

Mugen: People who steal things from you. Case and point, Buffness. I thought I was done with you ages ago. You won our series of matches and kept the North American belt. Yippee. Hooray 

Mugen and Matsuda both sarcastically clap for the camera and cheer even more sarcastically

Mugen: Now you could have easily stayed the hell away from me now that I was champion. You got some big fish to fry over there musclebrains. Tobin Frost, Jacob Trance and The Family for starters. BUT NOW. YOU got another problem. A pissed off, slightly insane, Japanese guy who has an obsession with getting back his gold. Since you wanted to make my last week a living nightmare, I am going to make the rest of your pathetic title reign, hell on freaking earth. I will be the biggest thorn in your side for as long as you hold that belt.

Mugen pulls out a large bottle of a 24 year old whiskey and pours himself a glass. He takes a small sip as he continues on his rage fueled segment. Mugen smiles for the camera as to feign some sense of calmness.

Mugen: Speaking of thorns in peoples sides. You know what really grinds my gears? People who won't stay the hell out of my business. Jacob Trance. The Family. Don't you get it, you can't beat me. Check the match from Damnation, who beat the hell out of the family, Strong Style Daigaku, THATS WHO.

Matsuda pulls out yet another poster board that says "The World Heavyweight Champion is a Fraud. Strong Style: 1. Trance: -300"

Mugen: I get it, you can't beat me by yourself, so you try to show off your power and might with your little cronies. Your family of inbred losers was just another notch in the win column for this man next to me, and yours truly. You, the almighty champion couldn't even beat me. If you want a fight? We aren't hard to find. Name the time and place, and we will make you yet another statistic. Believe that

Mugen pauses for a moment and takes another sip of whiskey. 

Mugen: Now the last thing that really grinds my gears is people who pretend to act like family. I am talking about you Paul Pugh. 

Matsuda pulls out another poster board that says "Pugh Looks like a Sissy Boy Rockstar". 

Mugen: You and I have wrestled all over the world. We even teamed up in Japan on a pretty frequent basis so we have known each other for quite a while. When you brought me into C4, we were like brothers, you, me, Parker and.....damn what was the last guys name Matsuda?

Matsuda shrugs his shoulders.

Matsuda: I really forgot.

Mugen: Eh whatever, I'll figure it out later. But like I was saying, you and I were like brothers because even when the others left, we stuck it out and kicked some freaking ass out there. Then we brought in Bobby. It only made sense, we all shared the same vision. WE walked the same walk. WE were a unit. And for whatever reason, you decided to have a stick up your ass one day and throw ALL of that away. When I took your belt, I thought you were gone forever. 

Matsuda pulls out another poster board that only says "FOREVER".

Mugen: But you just couldn't stay away from this all, could ya? You attacking Bobby last week, was yet another one of your stupid little acts of attention. Except, you took it too far. Now, you have my attention old sport.

The camera zooms in closer to Mugen

Mugen: I'm afraid. I'm afraid of what I may do to you when I get my hands on you. But you know who's not afraid? Bobby

The last sign for the night that Matsuda pulls out says "Bobby's Gonna Kill You"

Mugen: And this wraps up this edition of "What Grinds My Gears" presented by the Strong Style Daigaku. 

Mugen and Matsuda wave to the camera with fake smiles on their faces as the video fades out to black.