Raze stands in the ring, soaking in the few cheers and the few boos. He signals to a near by worker for a mic, takes it, and raises it to speak. 

Raze: So Summercide, a joyous time for all.

Raze: We saw several things: Valmont 'won' his Gauntlet match..*cough*...draw...*cough*...excuse me, had a bit of a coughing fit there! Anyway, great Bombshells, Dupree back with the most damn majestic hair I ever seen! Parker Stevens, who apparently I'm the bastard son of. Still don't understand why people say that....

Raze: Boobie and Pughbert kicking each other's ass and it becoming...well, you saw. False Prop...I mean...Lord Trance keeping the title and having a, 'Come to Trance' moment afterwards with his family.

Raze: Oh...and Michael Hollywood.

The boos become heavy at this point. Raze lowers the mic while the fans voice their displeasure at his return. Once the boos die down, Raze begins to speak again.

Raze: Now, this Jookie Marley flaker wanna be came back again to...well shit I don't know..

Raze: However I do know this: Hollywood owes every fan and every superstar and apology for what he did. So lets bring him on out...Hollywood?

Raze looks towards the stage but there is no sign of Hollywood's music, entrance video, nothing. Raze just smiles.

Raze: You know, maybe if I put a script to shitty movie on the ramp he'll be attracted to-

Hollywood's music begins playing over the arena speakers cutting off Raze in mid sentence then Hollywood walks out not in his usual feathery robe but in a hooded cloak keeping his head down just enough so nobody can see his face.

Raze: Thanks for gracing us with your presence and I was just kidding I don't actually have an awful movie script for you.

The crowd laughs

Raze: So like I was saying, why are you here? The boys in the back don't want you here, the fans don't want you here, and OCW doesn't need you so,why?

Hollywood now with a mic

Hollywood: It's simple even for a feeble mind such as yours. I am here to save OCW from the ratings disaster it has become. The boys in the back are jealous of me, the fans have cried for my return, and you say OCW doesn't need me but I look around and I can see OCW bleeding for me.

The crowd ejaculating in a strong overpowering booing sensation as Hollywood speaks

Hollywood: Without me OMG is no more, C4 shot blanks, and the rest of OCW just became a shell of its former self...

The camera shifts to Raze in the ring who is staring at Hollywood, a look of someone listening and really caring.

Raze: Maybe if I look like I'm listening he will think I am and actually give a shit...oops, thought I was talking in my head, gotta stop thinking out loud! Well, it is a ser-

A angry Hollywood cuts off Raze in return much to the displeasure of the crowd

Hollywood: Don't you dare cut me off and ruin my moment here on Riot! I'm just seconds away from coming to that ring and making you famous as it is. You ruined by huge in ring return at Summercide when you deliberately injured me disfiguring my face. 

Hollywood: It took several hours of plastics surgery and now I have to keep my face bandaged until it heals. This face is my lively hood. This face has broken up many happy homes. This face......

Raze interrupting once again

Raze: That face hung his partner out to dry at Summercide because of a little scratch. Man I cut myself worse than that when I was shaving this morning.

The crowd again laughing and with the tone of Hollywood's voice you know he is extremely angry

Hollywood: I didn't hang anyone out to dry! I was legitamatly injured and couldn't compete and that's on you! Lee should just be happy his name was associated with mine and that he was invited to take part in my press conference he should be happy I brought him out of obscurity and made him a household name all in one night! But you on the other hand will pay for what you did at Summercide....

Raze now fired up motioning for Hollywood to come to the ring

Raze: Really? Because if you think a little scratch is problem then come here and lets give that face a scar!

Hollywood drops his mic and starts heading down to the ring as the crowd erupts in cheers for a fight but once Hollywood gets up on the ring apron he slowly gets down and backs away from the ring as he shouts not tonight I'm not cleared to compete as the crowd boos and screams at Hollywood for his cowardly act.

Raze walks over the ropes and stands on them with the mic in hand.

Raze: Run little Hollywood, run....you won't get far..

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Austin Lee vs Drago Ceasar

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*The camera fading into the back as Stacy Clark is standing by with Marvelous Austin Lee, who is still “borrowing” Dragos ATV.*

*Stacy begins to talk only to be cut off by Marvelous Austin Lee revving the enginie.*

Stacy Clark: Are you done?

Marvelous Austin Lee: #Good Guy Austin Lee 

*Marvelous Austin Lee turns the ATV off leaning back as he puts his feet up over the handle bars relaxing, pulling his vaporizer out of his pocket and taking a pull as he blows the smoke at Stacy.*

Stacy Clark: First off how are you calling yourself a good guy? You are sitting on a stolen ATV

Marvelous Austin Lee: Whoa whoa how do you know it’s stolen?

Stacy Clark: First off you covered up Dragos name with a piece of tape and just wrote marvelous on it….

Marvelous Austin Lee: *Cutting Stacy off* Relax it was just “borrowed” plus good guy Austin Lee would never steal.

Stacy Clark: *Sighing* Moving on…. Now your return at Summercide seemed to be cut short as your tag partner Michael Hollywood left you on own due to a scratch on his face he received from Raze.

Marvelous Austin Lee: Lets be honest though scratch would only help that messed up face of his. The best thing he can do is hang around for a few more weeks and let me add a few more marks to that face and he can send him packing back to rehab.

Stacy Clark: Is that what caused you to attack Smythe later on that night?

Marvelous Austin Lee: That wasn’t me *taking another hit of his vaporizer*

Stacy Clark: You do know people saw you right? You tweeted a picture of you ringside with fans right before the attack happen.

Marvelous Austin Lee: Wasn’t me remember #Good Guy Austin Lee i would never randomly attack someone even Smythe. Even though much as I would love to attack Smythe and leave him laying causing him to lose and so he can do what I like to call SHUT THE HELL UP. Im sure that would be doing everyone here a favor. 

Marvelous Austin Lee: Now if you may excuse me I have more gimmicks to “borrow” 

*Austin slides his vaporizer back into his pocket and starts the ATV back up and speeds off as the camera fades to black.*

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The bell rings, and Drago gets his hand raised by the referee as he eyes the ATV in the corner. He leans against the ropes and motions toward an official, who then tosses a mic at him. Drago catches the mic, looks at Austin Lee, who is still trying to gather his senses, and starts to talk.

Drago Cesar: Well, at least I've taken care of this crazy armadillo. Why did you think you could steal ATV and get away with it? NOBODY touch Drago's ATV, NOBODY.

Drago's about to leave the ring when the fans start chanting "USE THE NET!" at him. Drago turns around and smiles, almost devilishly. He takes out a net from his pocket and tosses it at the face of Austin, which triggers a massive pop and it causes Austin to roll around the ring trying to get the damn thing off. Drago makes one last comment before leaving.

Drago Cesar: Not very Marvelous now, huh?

Drago's mic then suddenly drops to the mat with a big POP noise. Drago cringes a bit, then slowly picks the mic back up.

Drago Cesar: Oops, I uh, dropped my mic.

Drago then very cautiously puts the mic down, afterwards pointing a finger at the sky and saying something indiscernible. He then rolls out of the ring and gets on his ATV, and drives out back into the stage as the referee tries to help Austin get the net off of his face. The feed fades to black.

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