Sensation is sitting in his office, talking to someone who the camera can’t get a clear view on. He seems to be focused on some sort of issue in the conversation. A sudden knock at the door catches his attention.

Sensation: “Come in.”

The door opens and The Disturbed One himself enters the office, followed by Xander Rane.

Nathan Carter: “Heyyyyyyy Boss dude!”

Nathan Carter: Hellllo to you to my sea faring friend!

Nathan Carter gently pets Our Hero's greatest ally and sidekick, the venerable veteran of OCW! LORD SHARK!

Sensation: Don't touch my shark...

The Crowd Laughs!

Our Hero Slaps Carters hand! and moves Lord Shark to the edge of his desk closest to himself.

Sensation: “Now what is it you want?”

Nathan Carter: “Look, I made a very simple request earlier in the show, but alas, I have heard nothing back. I’m starting to think you are purposefully ignoring me.”

Sensation: “Every chance I get...What do you want?”

Nathan pulls up a chair to the desk, has a seat, and puts his feet up on Sensation’s desk. An uncomfortable air permeates the room, while Nathan is getting a hole stared through him by Sensation. After Nathan begins to smirk, as almost to challenge Sensation, the still unseen guest swats Nathans foot off the desk and onto the floor. Nathan laughs before getting a bit serious…

Nathan Carter: “You touch me again, and I’ll stick my boot so far up your ass, you’ll be able to play violin with your tonsils, and my boot strings.

”The comment makes the man stand up, but Sensation motions for him to sit again, which he does.

Sensation: “Look boy, don’t be coming in here causing nonsense! I run this place, and you will show me respect. Now, what in thee blue hell of Wisconsin do you want from my god dam life!”

Nathan Carter: “I can feel the heat from your blood boiling from over here! You’re getting all flustered, and I like it! See, look Rane, I can be dominated…just not in the ring.”

Sensation: “GET OUT!”

Sensation screams as he slams his fist down on his desk, at this moment, Rane jumps in.

Xander Rane: “Look, we didn’t come in here to get on your nerves. Carter just can’t leave well enough alone. We are here to request a tag match for The Clash, against A.C. Cobra and Kassidy Hayes”

Sensation: “Okay? Great, everyone makes requests all the time. Coming into my office, isn’t one of the ways to make said requests.”

Nathan Carter : “But it’s more than that! On top of the tag team match, I want a shot at the Ex Division title!”

At this, both Sensation and his guest burst into laughter, it starts to annoy Nathan.

Nathan Carter: “Seems to be the general consensus around here., but the only thing that is funny, is how much of an upset it would be if you were to book the match.”

Sensation: “Let me get this straight; you’ve been here almost three months and you think you are ready to take on MATSUDA?”

He bursts into laughter again, continuing while barely being able to keep it together.

Sensation: “And wait, wait, this is after you already have a match early on in the evening? AHAHHHA!!!”

Nathan, laughing sarcastically himself, decides to lean on the desk and toward Sensation.

Nathan Carter: “If you want jokes, go watch anything C4 attempts. But right now, you’re talking to the Tainted Satyr, and I am craving to get up in Matsuda! I even came with a gift, to show you exactly how much this means to me.”

Nathan snaps his fingers and the door opens up again, what walks in makes everyone gasp, except for Nathan who is giggling.

Nathan Carter: “See? I promised I took good care of him.”

In walks a beautiful woman, clad in leather, with red hair. Behind her, being lead in by chains, is a mostly a man with nothing but a thong, white golf socks, and a ball gag on. He winces and whimpers with each step, as if he has been through quite the ordeal. Nathan gets up and meets them.

Red Head: “Did you miss me baby?”

Nathan Carter: “With every shot so far, beeeeetch, go on.” She exits.

Our Hero starts to blink, and not just normal natural blinking, it's as if something inside his head has broken. He calmy grabs Lord Shark, and gently opens the bottom draw of his desk. He places Lord Shark in the drawer and locks it. It is to assume he doesn't want Lord Shark to hear to see what he's about to do. He begins to rub his temples in an effort to calm his nerves.

Sensation: Are you mental?

Carter begins to speak

Our Hero: Shhhhh don't answer that, I already know the answer, which is yes. Because only someone who ain't quite right in the noodle would be stupid enough to bring a pasty gimp in golf socks into my got damn office. Mother###### do I look like Larry Flynt? Do I look like Hugh Hefner? is this the AVN Award? you out your got dam mind you jive ass turkey with no feathers.....You bringing the Circ De Su Freak into my office. This is Suede I don't need no ass juice on my suede furniture. You...you nasty Carter. Take yourself, McRane, Tits McGee over there and sweaty jock up outta my office.

Nathan Carter: “What?!? He has every right to be here…” Sensation looks very confused. “…He works here, afterall. Told you he’d be safe, a little loose perhaps, but we kept our word. He didn’t keep his innocence though.” Nathan slaps his bare ass, the man screams into the gag ball, it only comes out as a muffled whimper.

Sensation: “You’re messed up in the head, I have half a mind to throw you outta this company! for crimes against nature!”

Nathan Carter: “I brought him back didn’t I? You throw me out, and I’ll make this #### look like an episode of The Cosby Show.”

Xander Rane: “…You kinda already did.”

The Crowd Laughs!

Nathan Carter: “Damn, good point. Anyway, you’re picking up what I am putting down, so the last thing I’ll say is this; Life is all about ass, you're either covering it, hauling it, laughing it off, kicking it, kissing it, busting it, trying to get a piece of it, or behaving like one. We’re all just trying to get a little head.” Coughs. “A-HEAD, sorry. So bossman, you gonna give me that DOUBLE-DUTY?”

Before Sensation can answer, Nathan starts dancing around the room chanting “DOUBLE-DUTY! DOUBLE-DUTY! DOUBLE-DUTY!” Xander soon joins in the chant, but not the dance. Nathan dances over to the gagged ref and slaps his ass!

Nathan Carter: “SAY IT, BITCH!”

The ref tries his best to join in the chant, but it’s all muffled and overpowered by crying.

Nathan Carter: Dou...ble Duty!

Our Hero: Stop....

Nathan Carter: Dou...ble Duty!

Our Hero: No!

Nathan Begins to Thurst his pelvis at various objects in Our Heros Office!

Nathan Carter: Dou----BLE DUTY!

Our Hero: STOP!

Xander Rane: DOU-BLE DUTY!

Xander & Carter: DOU-BLE DUTY!!!

Sweaty McJock Thong: MMHMM----GRMM

Nathan Carter: DOUBLE DUTY!!!

Our Hero: ENOUGH!, FINE DOUBLE DUTY!!!!........I HOPE YOU DIE!, I literally hope Matsuda kills you!

Nathan Carter: You're the BEST!!!!!

Nathan Carter blows a kiss to Our Hero as his menagrie of wierd shuffles out.

Our Hero slumps back into his seat and looks over at his guest as he begins to restart the conversation!

Our Heros door opens slightly as Xander Rane peeks in once again.

Xander Rane: CAREERS HAVE ENDED!!!

An audible DAMMIT is heard as Our Hero takes off his shoe and throws it as hard as he can at the door!

The camera pans over to Mr.Sensation's guest. K.D Angelo is just shaking his head from side to side.

K.D: Sissys.....

The Scene Ends!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He got what he came for!
	He just bit off more than he can chew!

The camera pans to the ramp!

*Marvelous Austin Lee slides out of the ring, slowly making his way around the ring as he looks out onto the crowd as he shakes his head at the fans he turned his back on last week.

Stopping in front of the announce table as he twirls his mustache shaking his head at the announcers, making his way around the table and taking two chairs and throwing them both into the ring.

Walking back up the stairs into the ring as he looks out onto the crowd throwing his hands in the air taunting him before he steps back inside.*

*Setting the chairs up in the middle of the ring facing away from the camera. Austin sticks in hand up in the air snapping his fingers at the ring crew as they respond by tossing him a microphone. Catching the microphone before he takes his seat in the middle of the ring propping his feet up on the other chair.*

Marvelous Austin Lee: Last week when I returned I stood in this ring and addressed each and everyone one of you all and told you exactly how I felt about this industry .

*The crowd starting to turn on Austin Booing him again.*

Marvelous Austin Lee: you are all nothing but a bunch of #sheep following each other around doing, saying and believing what ever the other one tells you. *Pointing at the announce table* These two call me egotistical and all of you jump right on it. But when kid ego comes out everyone here loves it. Because it’s ok for #quotations the champ to have an ego but not the man trying to make a name for himself and better this industry and take this company to another level.

Marvelous Austin Lee: #Ladies and gentlemen I am the franchise of Sports Entertainment industry and I will see my dream come true as I change this company for the better.*Pointing at the announce table again* call me self proclaimed all you want but you know it’s true.

The Franchise Austin Lee: Now it has been brought to my attention that a certain no body in that locker room doesn’t take to kindly to how I speak and how I go about my business here.

The Franchise Austin Lee: A certain somebody who is on his 2nd strike in life after failing to be professional fighter and decide he was reborn after given the chance to become a #quotations “wrestler” Mr Tre Golden…

The Franchise Austin Lee: ####### Does that bother you Tre? Do you really think I care if how I talk bothers you? You think I am just nothing but twitter fingers? *Laughing* Tre if you really are that desperate to get some attention from these #worthless #Fat #pathetic #no good wrasslin fans or you fall off the wagon again. #Think before you speak next time Tre strike 3 is coming for you.

The Franchise Austin Lee: #Bada bing #Bada Boom #Are you not entertained

*The franchise Austin Lee drops the microphone down on the mat and slowly stands up holding his hands up in the air taunting the crowd as the screen fades to black. *

The camera pans to the announce team.

	# shutup!
	How dare you!, AND NOW ITS TIME FOR OUR MAIN EVENT!!!!! The #1 Contender to the North American Championship, against the OCW World Champion!

Drago Ceser vs Paul Pugh

The camera pans to the announce team.

	WHAT!
	....

The scene opens up and we find ourselves inside the gates of a quaint little cemetery. Only the width of your typical New York City building, the cemetery looks like the perfect compromise of respectful resting place and plot of land that's attempting to be as unobtrusive to the New York population as possible.

The sign hanging upon the great honeylocust tree reads: Third Cemetery of the Spanish-Portuguese Synagogue.

Laying beneath the tree's leaves, made visible by the faint moonlight, stands a headstone for the beloved Minister of Rock and Roll, Ace Angel. At the headstone's feet rests a hungry grave. The wet shovel stuck in a small hill of soil next to it suggests it's fresh.

A casket being carried by only two men comes into frame. They set the casket down, and as if we couldn't tell from the massive arms attached to the back facing the camera, the first of these men is BUFFNESS, Sean McGee. The masked man, known simply as The Monster, steps around the casket and into the center of the camera.

He's wearing a new, plain black hoodie. Except that it's not plain. There's one adornment laying across The Monster's heart. A small patch with the letters "A.A." crossed out by a black stitch laid over it.

The Monster turns back for a moment to look at the casket and then turns his head back around to face the camera with his hand now placed over the patch.

The Monster: They say that you never forget your first. Your first book, your first school dance, first best friend, first lover.... But I can stand here and tell you that all of these things pale in comparison to the rush of your first sanctioned kill inside that OCW ring.

That hideous, pearly-white, grin appears from under the mask.

The Monster: That's what that ring is. It's a coliseum erected for the purpose of purging one's emotions. A safe-haven where I can collect all of my feelings of anger, of hate, of bloodlust and unleash them upon some poor, unsuspecting soul...... and then get away with it. I was allowed to beat Ace Angel until he could not lift his body from the mat. And then, I was met with no resistance when I decided I wasn't done. Perhaps because no one wanted to meet the same fate.... perhaps because deep down it's what you all really wanted to see.

The Monster: Regardless, it felt just as I remember it. The speeding up of my blood as I looked into the eyes of a knowing victim. The surge of strength that comes with hearing the cries of anticipatory pain as you lift them into the air, their only possible immediate future involving a harsh meeting with the unforgiving ground below........

The Monster takes a deep breath, stroking the ends of hair with his palms, trying to calm himself down.

The Monster: It's like a drug..... but it needs to be treated as such. Too much and I'll lose my hold again. In an effort to keep myself at least partially grounded I need to remember the past. Memories of the past, such as my time with Ace Angel, are pleasant memories indeed, but not nearly the same flood of emotions. There's no threat of overindulgence attached; no threat of loss of control.

The Monster holds his arms out at his sides emphasizing the new jacket he's wearing, particularly that patch.

The Monster: That's where this comes in; the physical manifestation of the memories I'm going to make here. I can carry it around with me. I can touch it. I can remember each victim in a growing list. And in an effort to commemorate the first, we are here today to lay The Minister of Rock and Roll to rest.

The Monster looks over at McGee

The Monster: I must be honest, I only knew him as prey.... Would you like to say a few words?

BUFFNESS: Sure........ Ace Angel for OCW Hall of Fame !!

McGee's head snaps back in a roar of laughter. The laughter must be contagious because The Monster finds himself joining in. They both drop down to the casket laying next to the open grave and unceremoniously shove it into the hole. It lands upside down, but neither man seems concerned. The Monster removes his new jacket, taking extra care in folding it neatly. He hangs it along one of the tree branches, and moves to the shovel and soil pile to start filling in the grave.

The camera begins panning away, but just before the show cuts away entirely, a quick viewer can catch a second empty grave located not far from the first, with a headstone that reads: "Paul Pugh".......

Editors Desk!

I will keep it short and sweet, no thank you's today, cuz well this is what you guys are supposed to do.Overall this show is jam packed with content. Nice surprise I didn't expect that after the break. But so far so good.

This week I decided not to color the action text and leave it just bolded. Tell me what you think, does it hurt immersion? do you care? I did this just to speed up the turn around time. If shows are going to be this dense I need to do every shortcut to keep workflow quick.

Over all puting this show together wasn't bad expect having to among other things, put together the KD Trance match, uuuugggggh. I'd also like to see more intro videos! It helps spread the content. Welp thanks for reading this one was wild as hell check out that main event!

-J