Whilst the crowd simmers after the intro to Riot, the lights go down and the titan tron comes to life with old footage of Jook Marley...then "Jah Army" begins to seep throughout the arena. With the clips cutting between shots of him with his old EX Division Title, to shots of him with his old stablemates. Suddenly the audio begins to distort, and the video changes...

Brian Wilson: "Jook isn't scheduled to wrestle until later tonight, he's not coming out now is he?"

Kalix Eastbrook: "I wouldn't put money on it, this isn't normal."

And with that the images quickly change to various men and women tied up and gagged. The cracks of whips can be heard with screams that are somewhere in between orgasmic and death rattles. The music has completely faded and all that can be heard are the faint sounds of torture and or pleasure, then a voice silences everything.

Voice: "Last week was a very interesting week for all of OCW. Not only did we have our Season 11 Premiere on RUSHTV...we also witnessed a domino effect begin! As you can see, Jook Marley has had his fun here in OCW...and last week, heh, I put a stop to it."

The crowd begins to cheer a bit louder as the lights come back on and Nathan Carter is standing in the ring. He paces as small bits of the crowd try to chant his name, it does not catch on.

Eastbrook: "More leather than usual, he must mean business!"

Nathan: "Hiiiiiiiiiii."

The crowd answers back "HIIIIIIIII", Nathan smirks as footage from his match on last week's Riot plays.

Nathan Carter: "Like I said, Jook has had his fun here in OCW. Now, it's over. Don't get me wrong, last week we had one hell of a match. I could actually think of no better way to debut here in OCW! I mean, we took it to the limit! And you can rest assured that I made Jook lick more than his wounds afterwards!"

The men in the crowd begin to boo at his arrogance. The ladies are into though, so Nathan shrugs it off.

Nathan Carter: "Now, now, don't get me wrong...it wasn't an easy, and I am glad it wasn't. It helped me go out and do exactly what I said I was going to do and that is make an example out of people who get in my way. And while Jook's fun may be over: NATHAN CARTER'S IS JUST BEGINNING!!!"

More of the crowd is starting to get behind what he is saying, and you can tell that he is feeling them too.

Nathan Carter: "While I love to brag and boast, it wouldn't be right to come out here and do that for five minutes. EEEEEEEven though, I could. It's just not my style. I don't get loud, I make you get loud. And as Jook learned last week, once you are in 'Nathan Carter's Pleasure Palace', it's not getting out that's hard... It's wanting to leave!"

Brian Wilson: "He truly makes me uncomfortable. He can't just leave well enough alone."

Kalix Eastbrook: "So far it's seemed to work in his favor."

Nathan Carter: "Before you get your hopes up, I'm not out here to wrestle tonight" Loud 'Boo's'. "But I do have a message. You see, I wont come down here and blabber just for the sake of hearing myself. There's plenty of videos on the internet for that."

More women begin to scream while other men chuckle.

Nathan Carter: "I wont come out here and tell you how I deserve a title shot at THIS title, or THAT title. I refuse to come out here and demand respect from people I could care less about. And I sure as hell wont come out here and waste your time!"

The crowd cheers again!

Nathan Carter: "Just like last week, I will let my actions speak louder than my words. But what I will do is say this; whatever or whoever is in my way here at OCW, you better be ready to STAND UP AND ADMIT! And you better be ready to FEEL THIS SHIT!

"Are You Ready for the New Shit" by Marilyn Manson floors the P.A. as Nathan jumps up on a turnbuckle to hype the crowd! He slithers his way up the ramp, and doesn't exit until he blows a kiss toward the frozen still of Jook Marley. Lights.

The camera opens upon darkness, total darkness. Then whoosh, two torches shoot to life on the opposite sides of each other. The camera proceeds forward, torches continuing to light on both sides as it goes forward. Finally, it reaches what seems to be the end and multiple torches come to life around altar, revealing a man kneeled, wearing a dark cloak covering him completely, leaving an unknown worshipper.

The camera raises slightly, looking up at the wall where the man is kneeled before, only seeing darkness, leaving the man’s target of worship a mystery.

????: What is a God?

The voice seems to come from kneeled mystery figure, and he stands now, his back to the camera, still staring at the wall of darkness, focused on his idol of worship.

????: A God is someone who stands above, who sheds his love upon the world, who wants the best for all of his children and wishes for joy to be brought to all of his children, their deepest wishes granted, their deepest desires fulfilled.

????: A God is someone who fights the battles so his children don’t have too, someone who isn’t afraid to fight for his children when it is needed, to lash out with his power and strength so that the children can stay happy and stay safe

????: And some may say….who is this God?

At this question, torches illuminate the wall revealing….a picture of Jacob Trance. And the mystery figure turns, lowering his hood as he does, revealing The Hammer, Justin Raze.

Justin Raze: Bishop, you dare call this man, this GOD a demon? How can you be so blind? How can you not see the grace that he brings upon us all?

Justin Raze: Yet I do not hold anger or hate against you for your blindness, for you have been tempted and guided from the lost who oppose this man. Do not let the ways of ego, of lariat, of the kicks, or the garden guide your direction. Do not let the dark sails of a pirate narrow your views, but break from these things and look and see the light! See your redemption!

Justin Raze: You speak of this ‘Lord’ who chose man, who says that they are the object of his love and…..that they are perfect in every way. Well, this is a...LIE. There is no Lord who chose man, who loved us, who thought we were perfect in every way, no there is none!

Justin Raze: However, a God came and helped me see the error of ways, my sins, and helped me rise above my sins, helped me leave them in the past and move on to newer and better things! He made me see that It’s not about me, but about helping him remain a God!

Justin Raze: You haven’t seen this light yet young Bishop, you haven’t seen the true purpose of you being here is help lift Trance above all and to keep him there, to be the idol of our worship. And I will help you by hammering your views to the right one. I will hammer away any speak of this ‘Lord’ or these ‘angels’, but turn your worship and your eyes to the true God.

Justin Raze: And young Bishop, if your ‘Lord’ does exist, I will show you that he is no ‘Lord’, that he is no target of worship and that you will walk alone during our match, no one there by your side to help you overcome me, a disciple of the true God.

Justin Raze: And as your body lay broken and tangled on the mat after I have beaten you upon, you will see that you have been sent upon a path of failure, that you have come to take nothing from me nor my God. And finally, you will see...that you are no angel but a false prophet.

Justin Raze: So go, run and hide Bishop, because you know where I will be...in that ring.

With that, the flames of the torches disappear, bringing everything to total darkness, but leaving the torches around Trance’s photo, illuminating him in light and the scene fades out with the picture of Trance filling the entire screen.

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The screen is lit up, because wouldn't you know it there are rooms in this world with lights, and centered in the screen is a man standing at an easel. His lone distinguishing mark being his long, black, hair as he stands with his back to the camera. Only the top corner of the canvas, apparently stained black, can be seen. The man standing at the easel picks up a paint brush and dips it into silver paint before forcing the beginnings of a circle onto the paper. A voice that seems vaguely familiar comes from the direction of the painting.

The Monster: Life is cicular. It takes place in intervals that repeat themselves. It is from these intervals that we derive most of our characters, our heroes, villains, and the events that shape them. Every generation people grow up to play the same roles. This is where the concept of destiny finds its origins. The idea that these roles need to be filled and God has pre-selected the actors for them. 

The Monster places his brush down and reaches for another, thinner, paint brush and dips it into a darker color before returning his hand to his circular object and drawing smaller circles inside of it and adding shading.

The Monster: That's one way to look at it. I look at it as a rut. It's what happens when life gets stuck. When those actors are content with what they have and are afraid to strive for more. OCW is currently stuck in a rut. I've seen this same situation before. The question that needs asking is: "how is a rut broken?".

The Monster: Look at the most dramatic example: The Dinosaurs. What was it that ended the pre-historic era? What killed the dinosaurs and made the Earth habitable for humanity? It was the crash landing of a massive comet. The destruction of the world as it was heretofore known. 

The Monster: It takes drastic measures to shape a world to your liking. That kind of resolve is so rarely seen. I've been brought here to shape the OCW landscape, but I'm not prepared for such an undertaking just yet. Last week was evidence of that. 

The Monster: In my time away from the industry I've become weak. And weakness is simply an opening for an enemy to exploit. So I've taken this time to rid myself of these weaknesses. And once that's over, we can truly begin. 

The Monster turns to a small side table set up next to the easel with a bottle of Jameson
and lifts the bottle up, keeping his back to the camera the entire time. 

The Monster: So here's to getting stronger. And here's to reshaping OCW. And not because it's what you want, but because it's what I want.

He takes a swig of the bottle before replacing it roughly on the table. The impact seems to awaken a small radio that was sitting unnoticed behind the bottle. It begins making static noises. The Monster raises his arm and lets it fall on top of the radio. After the strike the radio seems to begin functioning normally again and tunes into what sounds like a newsbroadcast. 

Radio: Welcome back to WTOP in Washington DC, we have an update for you about last nights scene out in the suburbs. The mother and her two children all made it out safe, but their father has gone unaccounted for. Emergency response personnel report that they have recovered no remains and all signs point to foul play. This investigation is ongoing. 

With that The Monster turns and walks out of the picture entirely. After he has moved we can see that the circle he was working on was actually a moon. And underneath the light it's giving off are bright yellows, oranges, and reds. An all too familiar suburban house in flames standing behind a broken, white, picket fence.





Amidst deafening cheers and applause, OUR BENEVOLENT VILLAIN remains on one knee in the center of the ring beneath radiating spotlight and far from dark rooms. Without looking to ringside, MATSUDA dramatically outstretched a single hand to his right, to which a responsible ringhand obliged the KING OF KICK with a microphone.

He is slow to speak however, soaking in the moment, absorbing the adoration of the OCW Universe allowing it to fuel his undeniable overness. On camera he shines like the brightest star in the sky with a charisma so powerful it seemed almost like an entity one could reach out and touch. This was your Eternal Ex Division Super Junior Heavyweight champion.

Matsuda: This is a public service announcement, sponsored by Online Championship Wrestling and the good folks at the Matsuda Zaibatsu.

The ETERNAL EX CHAMPION spoke in a low tone, drawing in the crowd before speaking again in a loud shout.

Matsuda: ALLOW ME TO REINTRODUCE MYSELF MY NAME IS--

Matsuda raises the microphone above his head signalling for the crowd to complete his statement, to which they are compelled to eagerly perform.

Crowd: MAT-SU-DA

Brief chants of “BOM-BAE-YAE” break out, although they are quieted as the Villain spoke again.

Matsuda: And while I’ve gone by many names:

Crowd: NANI?!

Matsuda: Spider.

Crowd: NANI?!

Matsuda: Unbeatable.

Crowd: NANI?!

Matsuda: Devil.

Crowd: NANI?!

Matsuda: Villain.

Crowd: NANI?!

Matsuda: None of which are more important than what I am and will always be--the uniter of four titles, the ETERNAL SUPER JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, the FINAL BOSS of the EX DIVISION.

By now the crowd is incessant.

Matsuda: As I look down from my ivory tower, I see that the landscape of my Ex Division has changed. Superstars young and old, chomping at the bit for a shot at what is mine and mine alone.

He motions to the belt now on his shoulder.

Matsuda: So I am formally issuing a challenge. A challenge to the entirety of the Ex Division unworthy of being counted as my peers. Impress me. I will determine the most worthy and bless you with my presence. Until then know that I am watching you, as all of these people here tonight will be watching you, wishing they were watching me.

Matsuda: So if ANY of you sons of b*tches have ANYTHING to say, now’s the f*cking time.

Matsuda pauses for someone’s music to hit, however there is no response.

Matsuda: I didn’t think so.

Matsuda drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring, C4’s theme Ground Zero Funk hits as we cut to commercial break.

Stacy waits backstage after the outcome of Raze’s match and hopes to the young star for a insight into his match. As quickly as she thought it, Raze appears through the curtain that leads to the arena and hastily starts to make his way past her.

Stacey Clark: Raze if I cou-

Justin Raze: No, not now. The only thing I seek is praise from my God.

Stacey Clark: Raze please! We just want a moment of your time.

Raze stops dead in his tracks, tilts his head to the side thinking, and then turns his head facing Stacey, leaving her surprised.

Justin Raze:....Well?

Stacey Clark: I...uh...what did you think of your match?

Justin Raze: Really? This is what you waste my time for?

Justin Raze: It doesn’t matter what I think, it matters that I destroyed a false prophet, someone who thinks that they were sent by an imaginary, long-haired loser to, ‘make me pay for my sins’!

Did I pay? Did suffer? NO I stood over him because I had the blessing of true God, I had the guidance and have the guidance of a true celestial being that is here with us right now.

Justin Raze: And as far as that goes, anyone that stands before me will have no chance because of the power that is bestowed upon me from my God.

Stacey, obviously uncomfortable with Raze’s answer, moves on to her next question for the young star.

Stacey Clark: Well Raze, if no one can beat you, then you will undoubtedly when the tournament and become the #1 Contender for the OCW World Heavyweight Championship, which means, you would face your God…..Jacob Trance. What are your thoughts on that?

Justin Raze: So you’re asking me will I stand before my Lord and fight him, slam him, throw him and beat him to ultimately win a inanimate object? 

Stacey, this man saved me from continuing to fall into a horrible place and lifted me to new heights that I thought would never be possible. I love this man and will serve this man till my last breath, with every ounce of strength that I have left.

Justin Raze: That’s all Stacey, I will give you no more.

Justin begins walking down the hallway to the Family’s locker room with great speed and disappears from view. The camera swings back around to Stacey.

Stacey Clark: He did answer the question, but he never really said what he would do if it comes to that….