Crowe begins to pull himself up on the ropes post match, leaning on the turnbuckle to catch his breath after his match. A disturbance in the crowd causes him to turn and look up, Jacob Trance has appeared in the ring, transfixed with Lucas Crowe, a pair of scissors clutched in his hand.

Their eyes meet and Jacob charges forward, swinging downward at Lucas' in a slashing motion.

The gothic pirate ducks, and Jacob ploughs the scissors into the top turnbuckle, cutting it to ribbons. Crowe is taken back but doesn't have long before Trance rounds and swings again. This time in a fight for his life, Crowe manages to block by clasping his attackers wrist as they become locked in a Mexican stand off.

Quickly, a horde of security descend upon the ring and wrestle the scissors away from Jacob. In a moment of distraction as they remove the scissors the pair come together and begin trading blows.

They're separated again and Crowe is dragged to the ground and removed under the bottom rope whilst Trance is restrained in the corner.

Things seem to be calming down when suddenly Trance breaks free and barrels through the middle and top rope, performing a suicide dive onto the human mass. Crowe and the security guards are caught completely off guard and are driven into the barricade.

As Crowe tries to use the barrier to pull himself up Jacob strikes, not with one running knee, but with two. As Crowe gasps for air, winded by the combination of attacks Jacob grabs him by the hair, screaming in his face.

Trance: You did this! You tore us apart, not me! You! You want to be a child of the night, well consider yourself damned!

Trance unloads, punching Crowe several times in the head before rolling him into the barrier, belly up to the world. Jacob climbs onto the apron and pauses, looking around at the now cheering crowd, like he, they are driven by blood lust. His eyes fall upon Crowe and he takes flight, delivering a five star onto the barricade.

A sickening crack is heard as the metal and wood below splinters and gives way under both men, leaving carnage in its wake. Jacob rolls off clutching at his ribs whilst Crowe writhes in agony, wheezing through gritted teeth.

EMTs begin to make their way down to the ring as Trance pulls himself up to leave. As the scene fades Crowe coughs up blood, refusing help to stand.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What viciousness!
	WHAT? are you blind its payback!

The camera opens on the ring, where Nathan Carter is sitting on a stool with purple lighting. Behind him, stands very large, and very clean cut, Xander Rane. There crowd lets their opinion known with a wave of boos!

Nathan looks back at Xander, smirks, and shakes his head in disappointment. He looks around at the crowd before bringing the mic up to speak.

Nathan Carter: “I have had an interesting first few months here in OCW. I guess, you could say that I’ve been off my game in a way. At least during last weeks tag match.” The crowd cheers at Nathan getting pinned in the middle of the ring. “You like that do you? Louder cheers erupt from the audience. “Go ahead and cheer, but it was me and Xander here who got the shaft!”

Nathan Carter : “We had that match dead to rights, the Wolves were descending upon their pray, until a certain OCW Official wasn’t able to signal for the bell! As a matter of fact, he never even finished the three count!” Disdain from the crowd is all Ragnarok can here, Nathan shakes his head again. “That not enough for you? How about how K’dangelo and my sweet little Jooky handled themselves during the match?

The crowd is actually a little perplexed…

Nathan gets up and begins to pace in the ring, Xander takes a seat on the stool. Nathan seems to be choosing his next words wisely…

Nathan Carter: “IF you were paying attention, you would see that those two took every single cheap shot they could! And if you need any more proof, just look what happened after the match! They won, and then took cheap shots at each other! It was madness! But what can I say? That’s usually what happens when I get into it with three other guys! HAHAHAHAHAH”

Xander reaches over and punches Nathan in the shoulder, he winces in pain, and grabs the mic for himself.

Xander Rane: “Can you make one point without bringing up d*cks?” Nathan shrugs. “Now as my fellow Wolf here was saying, we are not in the best of moods. We got our asses cheated!!! However, we, unlike the veterans of this company, refuse to dwell on the past. We have big plans for the future here, and that involves a lot of changes, and many more beat downs! Just ask A.C. Cobra!”

Nathan signals for another mic, while the crowd isn’t pleased. He pats Rane on the back, and smiles as he continues his rant.

Nathan Carter: “Look, if the higher ups here in OCW are going to sit idly by, while Referees refuse to do their jobs correctly, well, we are going to keep kidnapping them and storing them in the Pleasure Palace! And before you all get uppity, I promise you, he is being cared for by professionals! He’s never going to be the same, that’s for sure. I even made a visit to his chambers myself, last night.”

Xander Rane : “Consequences! That’s the word of the day! The Ref has learned it, A.C. Cobra has learned it and soon, Kassidy Hayes will know it. Aligning yourself with Cobra will do nothing to stop us. It’s clear the only thing that can stop us so far, is cheating, and faulty refs! So, since Jook and K’dangelo are otherwise preoccupied, how about the two of you take us on at The Clash?!” The crowd cheers at the possibility!

Nathan Carter: “Xander is right, you want to get involved and get your ass handed to you like the rest? Be my guest. Kassidy, you’re not in our league. Hell, you and A.C. fit right in together! I couldn’t think of two other people who could possibly get friend zoned in a whore house!” The crowd can’t help but to be amused by this one.

Xander Rane: “So there you have it, an official challenge for The Clash! Sunday, January 31st, Ragnarok willing to take on A.C. Cobra and Kassidy Hayes! You two better learn to trust each other, or else it’s curtains! Ragnarok, OUT!” [B]Xander drops the mic and throws up the Ragnarok sign! Nathan stops him from exiting.

Nathan Carter: “Hang on a sec there, Rane Daddy. This isn’t the only challenge being made for The Clash, tonight. Before we take our leave, I would like to shift my attention to a certain Ex-Division Champion!”

Now more boos echo through the arena, at the mere mention of Matsuda, but quickly followed by chants of “Keep on dreamin” bounce off the acoustics.

Nathan Carter: “The tag match is all good and fine, but with all due respect Xander, I crave more. And what I crave is that gold that sits around the waist of Matsuda! Choice words you had for me last week on Riot. Particularly, calling me a cheap imitation?” The crowd cheers, causing Nathan to chuckle and rub his chin.

Nathan Carter: “Whatever you have to tell yourself, old chum. You mention the people that you cut your teeth on here in OCW, well, where are they now? Because all I see is yet another Veteran, reveling in his glory days of old. The past is comfortable, the past is familiar, and the past…doesn’t have Nathan Carter.”

Nathan Carter: “And that’s why you have absolutely no idea what you’re going to get into if we go head to head at The Clash! Call me an imitation, call me lackluster, call me what you will, but when you step into this ring with me, Matsuda…the only thing you’re going to call me is Champion.” The crowd begins to boo again

Nathan Carter: “It’ll be interesting to see what your C4 buddies think of you, when you’re the first person in the group to drop one of their titles to a mere…imitation. This isn’t an imitation baby, this life passing you by! I’m going to make you eat those words. Hell, I’m going to make you eat helluva lot more than that, you saucy mynx!” The crowd boos again, but this time Xander is quick to silence them.

Xander Rane: “Wooooaaaaaah there Carter Sauce, now we both know that you can kick Suda's ass seven ways till Sunday, but what makes you think old man Sensation is just gonna sign off on that?”

Nathan Carter: “Hehehehe, ratings my friend. Plus, Matsuda has been an unstoppable monster, just like I have. It truly is that simple. You can’t deny that since we made our debuts this year, so many more viewers have tuned to see exactly what the hell we are up to! Crowd disagrees.

Nathan Carter: “But more importantly than that, it’s about bringing a new meaning to The Ex Division Title! For so long it’s been the same old sh*t! And frankly, enough is enough. When that title is around my waist, I’m going to give it a whole new meaning! In addition, I have done nothing but dominate since stepping foot in the OCW ring. The only person to beat me in a singles? Standing right beside me.” The crowd shows nothing but complete disdain for Rane.

Nathan Carter: “Oh get off of it, mouth breathers! You know as well as I do that Matsuda is a thing of the past. Look, Sensation, do us all a favor; throw him a bone, put him the Hall of Fame, and let him retire with dignity, before I end his career and make him look like a complete fool!”

Nathn Carter:” Speaking of Mr. Sensation, I know I am asking a lot to be double booked for a show, but you can’t look at me and deny what I have brought to the table. The fact is, the numbers don’t lie. I am on my way to the top, and I show no signs of slowing down. So, instead of calling you out, or hoping for a reply, I am going straight to your office later this evening, and I am going to get something out of you, one way or another. I guess it’s time for a little DOUBLE……DUTY!”

And with that Nathan drops the mic and “Do You Call My Name” blares through the PA as Nathan and Xander make their way up the ramp. They stop just long enough to throw up the Ragnarok sign!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Is that wise?
	Has he ever crossed you as someone who is wise?

The camera fades into a dark Living room. The only light is coming from the Flat Screen TV that is hanging on the wall. On the TV is the aftermath of the Purple Rane match. The camera scrolls slowly from the TV to Jookie Marley sitting in a couch with his chest bandaged up.

Marley: I watched this clip over two hundred times today. All day I sat here and drank my life away and wondered, “How could I be so damn stupid?”

He rewinds the clip. K.Dangelo’s voice blasts through the speakers.

K.Dangelo: WELCOME TO THE GARDEN!

Marley: Welcome to the garden huh?

He rewinds the clip again.

Marley: Why the hell would I trust a man who’s despised me ever since my career took off?

Marley facepalms.

Marley: Ever since coming here to OCW I’ve been the good guy. I’ve been the guy who wants to put on a show for the people in the Arena and the people watching at home. But where has that gotten me? Three EX Championships, the love of the fans and that’s it. But the one thing that I don’t have is respect.

Marley: They always say “To gain respect, you have to give respect.” I’m starting to notice that’s all bull. The way I see it, to gain respect, you have to beat it out of people. I’m tired of being the good guy. GOOD GUYS NEVER GOD DAMN WIN! GOOD GUYS ALWAYS FINISH LAST!

Marley reaches under the couch and pulls out a bat. He starts to twirl it like a baton. He rewinds the clip one last time.

Marley: And from what I’ve been seeing the past few weeks on Riot, I’m starting to believe it. KD wants to welcome me to his garden huh? I might just take him up on his offer.

Marley continues to twirl the bat as he walks up to the TV. He swings for the fences and smashes the television. The room goes completely black.

Marley: I just gotta make a stop at the nearest Hardware Store. I got a few things I have to pick up first. It’s time to kill his damn garden.

The camera cuts back to the Riot Arena.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The General of the JAH Army has had all he can stand!
	He can't stand no more, b!

Kassidy Hayes vs Smythe D.W

The camera pans to the announce team.

	CLOSE ONE!
	WOW!

The scene is set at the Chelsea Piers on the West side of Manhattan, during the daytime. We close in on a differently dressed than usual Drago Cesar, sporting a leather jacket and shades. He stares at the water, watching the small waves slowly rise and fall. Drago closes his eyes.

???: "This kid has the most potential we've seen from a rookie in a long time!"

...

"You are just another fish in the sea of contenders that I will eventually destroy."

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"THIS IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST UPSETS I'VE EVER SEEN!"

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"Don't think for a second that I won't knock you out and feed you to the bears at the Bronx Zoo."

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"HE'S DONE IT! DRAGO IS FINALLY THE NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION!"

...

Drago opens his eyes, sighing. He finds Johnny Law walking towards him from the corner of his eye. He waves to him as Johnny arrives.

Johnny Law: Man, I always love coming back to this place! The food here is awesome! Hey, what's wrong?

Drago Cesar: ...Nothing.

Johnny Law: Nervous? Hey, I feel ya. Remember how you were in this exact same spot a while back?

Drago Cesar: The first time all this happen, people said it was impossible! I-I don't know if I'll be able to-

Johnny Law: To do it all again? Listen, when you beat Cody Storm, that place was on FIRE. When you beat Mugen the first time, that crowd went crazy like never before. Why? Because for MONTHS, they were subjected to the same crap each and every single week! Fast forward to today, and nothing has changed. Those C4 guys have taken the entire company by storm, and people are tired of the same "C4 over everything" bull**** every single week. Sure, they get cheered, but who's to say that ever lasts? One week, the crowd loves them, the next, they're seen for the sellouts that they are. With their fancy suits, large corporate buildings, they're soulless! But you, my friend.....You're the only one.

Drago Cesar: What you mean?

Johnny Law: You're the only one who can free OCW from this....tyranny. People look at you, and they see themselves! You've always been one of the best the locker room has seen. But now you're about to become exactly what the people need.....A hero. I know you're afraid that you'll be looked at as a fraud or a has-been, but that's not going to happen. History repeats itself, Drago. You CAN do this, and you WILL do this because those other guys ain't got heart! Who's to say that the impossible can't happen again?

Johnny pats Drago on the shoulder and starts to walk away. Drago smiles a bit and follows him as the scene fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Tonight marks the biggest match of Drago's career thusfar!
	Can he do it?

Scene fades in backstage and Kassidy is seen throwing company equipment and production pieces. Kassidy could be heard screaming as he picks up a chair and just starts swinging it around hitting anything in sight until throwing the chair down the hallway.

Kassidy turns around to see the camera man within distance and lands a superkick on the camera causing the scene to go black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Someone's angry!
	You would be too!