MANHATTAN CENTER, NYC

The camera pans to the announce team.

	We are live in NYC.
	This place is great!

	We have an amazing show for you tonight!
	So lets take you to the ring!

Theme music blares through speakers and the crowds mood swiftly shifts as boo's ressenate through the building. Simon Says plays as Sean McGee walks from behind the curtain with a evil smirk on his face as he makes his way to ringside.

Snatching the mic from a person at the time keepers table Sean climbs the steps and looks over the sellout crowd.

McGee: All of you need to sit your a**es down and shut the hell up!!!

The already angry crowd grows more hostile as a "#$$hole" chant rings out.

McGee: Paul Pugh ... you walked out here last week wearing the OCW World Championship....calling yourself a fighting champion.

McGee: Problem is Paul ... you’re not the Champ , I am .

BUFFNESS walks to the center of the ring

McGee: But we know how Sensation feels about black World Champions don't we?

Everyone seems to disagree as a RD MONEY chant breaks out.

McGee: Name another....I'll wait !!! (McGee holds the mic out to the crowd as one lone fan can be heard yelling Smythe Da Wonder)

McGee: Pugh , you wanna fight for the title no problem ...I'll be more than happy to beat you half to death so I can get what rightfully belongs to me.

McGee: But we are gonna do this my way .

Sean begins to pace back and forth as his cocky attitude is replaced by pure anger.

McGee: I challenge you to a "No Holds Barred" match.

The crowds errupts into a frenzy at the proposed stipulation for the title match.

McGee: What do you say champ....I know your in the back watching .

Crowd: PUGH....PUGH....PUGH....PUGH

As if upon request Kid Egos theme plays. He walks out on the stage with a bemused look on his face, and the title across his waist.

Pugh: You’re the Champ? I’m the Champ? Are we all the Champ? See Sean, you’ve got me a little confused. You don’t come out here and make matches… and you definitely don’t challenge me to… what is it? No holds barred?

He shrugs

Pugh: I’m a professional wrestler Sean… if you want to be the best wrestler, then you need to wrestle me. I know your game… hell, I’ve played your game – but we don’t do that business anymore. Hardcore wrestling is over. Its done… I will fight you – but it won’t be with weapons… you want an advantage over me? Get good…

Sean: Get good huh?

He grins and points at the screen. Pugh turns around with a puzzled look on his face, and he’s greeted with a seemingly live feed of Sean’s new sidekick The Monster standing outside a suburban dreamhouse.

Sean: So I’ll ask you again…

Pugh looks shocked and starts slowly marching towards the ring, dropping the title belt and picking up pace

Sean: See, I knew you wouldn’t agree to what I wanted… so I sent myself some insurance over to Conneticut – that is Conneticut… where your… where Mrs Pugh lives?

As McGee finishes his question, Pugh dives under the bottom rope and begins opening up on McGee with lefts and rights. After a few seconds, Sean manages to roll Pugh onto his back and slaps him across the face before standing up and smiling.

McGee turns his back to Pugh not satisfied with the answer he was given. As Pugh gets back to his feet, McGee palms him back into the corner before taking a deep breath and elbowing the Champion in the jaw.

Pugh tries to fight out, but Sean has other ideas, and reveals a set of silver handcuffs to the crowd – quickly hooking the World Champ’s left hand in one cuff and snapping the other to the middle rope.

He backs up just far enough that the wildly swinging Pugh can’t reach him.

McGee: That's too bad Pugh.... I feel sorry for your mother!!!

Pugh continues to wildly throw punches and kicks in the direction of McGee, who’s now taunting him, still just out of reach.

McGee:Now calm down .... I wouldn't do anything to harm your mother....after all I'm not a monster!!!

The crowd boo's at the joke.

McGee: All I'm saying is… if you want come out here and talk the talk but not walk the walk... then… I just wonder if she knows her sons a pussy?! Guess there’s only one way to find out

He points to the X-Tron, as Pugh is foaming at the mouth, screaming and yelling about how he’s going to get Sean for this. Buffness just laughs as we cut to the X-Tron feed.

The Monster looks at his phone, shakes his head with a grin slowly taking over, and then points the face of the phone to the camera. It reads: Sean McGee - Go for it.

The Monster approaches the front door and tries the knob (you know, just in case it happens to be unlocked, we're not entirely uncivilized). There's no give to it, so he adjusts his glove and with almost inhuman strength quickly punches the windowpane nearest the door knob, reaches around the frame and unlocks it from within.

He steps through the front door and swivels his head around slowly, getting his lay of the land. He treks up the stairs to the second floor and begins checking rooms quietly, making sure not to give away his presence.

He comes to the end of the upstairs hallway and checks the last room on the right. Jackpot! Inside this room, fast asleep, lays Mrs. Pugh. The Monster stalks over to her bed, making sure not to disturb her.

Sean McGee: Might want to change your mind Pugh..... Might want to change it real fast!

Pugh's still concerned with trying to get free and put an end to this without giving in, his eyes are wide and he's moving around as much as possible trying to shake free.

Sean McGee: Alright, maybe this will change your mind....

BUFFNESS takes out his phone and starts dialing. The Riot feed goes split screen to show both the two men in the ring as well as the stalker in the house. The Monster grabs in his pocket and pulls out his vibrating cell phone. He quietly answers so as not to disturb his sleeping prey.

Pugh starts screaming trying to make enough noise to wake his mother on the other side of the phone. The Monster looks back at the camera and smiles before grabbing his phone and turning the sound off so that only his side of a phone conversation can actually be heard. He gets really close to Mrs. Pugh and starts fussing with her graying hair as he starts speaking quietly.

The Monster: It's O.K. Mrs. Pugh..... it'll all be over soon, one way or another. I have some experience when it comes to mother's Paul, you may want to do as McGee says. Or don't.....

The Monster trails off, unmuting his phone again so he can hear McGee, but not bringing it close enough to wake the slumbering woman. The Monster looms even larger over Mrs. Pugh bringing his hands towards her throat as if he's going to choke her out.

Paul Pugh: ALRIGHT!!! ALRIGHT!!! NO HOLDS BARRED!

The World Heavyweight Champion finally breaks, giving in to his challengers demands.

Before The Monster can grasp his target McGee calls him off.

Sean McGee: Stop! He gave in, you can leave her alone. Come on back!

That sick grin quickly fades from The Monster's face replaced with a mixture of amusement and disappointment.

The Monster: What a pity..... I thought I was going to get to have some fun, back to New York I go, ha ha.

With that the live feed fades leaving only the feed from the ring.

Sean McGee starts laughing looking at Pugh. He pulls the keys for the handcuffs out of his pocket and moves toward Pugh, but before getting close enough to unlock the cuffs, he stares Pugh dead in the eyes, puts his arm away from Pugh and drops the keys in the center of the ring. He turns away from Pugh, still laughing and exits the ring, leaving a despairing Pugh, helplessly trapped in the ring until ring staff can come to his aid.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Sean McGee is not human. What kind of a person does that?
	A guy with nothing left to lose!

Scene begins with AC Cobra backstage with Stacey Clark. Stacey has a bright smile on her face. AC Cobra is seen standing beside her in a serious mood.

Stacy- I'm here with the self proclaimed gamer of the year AC Cobra! Now, AC......

Before Stacey can finish her sentence AC takes the mic away. Stacey seems startled and a bit surprised but she lets him speak.

AC- Xander wants to call me a fraud?! Yes, when I first came to OCW I was lost, young, and juvenile. Trance, took me under his wing and helped me the start of my career. That was biggest regret of my life, not being able to be myself, all dark and demonic stuff and no fun!

I've since grown from that and decided to give OCW who I really am. I'm just your average Canadian 22 year old kid who likes gaming. There's nothing more to this story as Xander eluded last week.

The camera zooms in on AC as he begins to get more intense.

AC- All week I've had fans in the street ask me is it true. Am I still this evil, Puddle of the mud listening demonic kid I was last year. Xander you've planted a bad seed in the heads of these fans. This isn't a gimmick it's more so a lifestyle for everyone apart of G-Unit!

AC pauses then continues.

AC- A gimmick is what you're putting on at the moment. Rane joined OCW a go lucky homeless man. He took home a few W's and his real intentions started to show. From his ganging up on people with Nathan, to his attacks on me the past few weeks.

AC-He wants us all to believe he's doing this for safe keep for his mom. Your mom might be hospitalized in a coma but I can tell you she's not happy right now. One, because you look like Afro Thunder with slick back hair. Two, because you've been hurting innocent people the past few weeks.

AC-All that comes to an end very, very soon Xander. If.. No I mean when we meet Xander, it's Game Over for you. G-G-G-G-G....

Stacy finishes AC patent slogan.

Stacey- G-Unit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AC give Stacey a blank look, she puts her head down after not getting AC approval.

The scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Harsh words to Xander Rane.
	You don't talk bout a man's mother! And Cobra's NEXT!

A.C. Cobra vs Y.S.L

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Those 2 put it all on the line!
	Did they ever!

The scene fades into a a darkened , almost pitch black room , a single , flickering lantern placed in the centre of the floor, bringing dull light to the darkness.
The outlines of a few items can be made out strewn around the are where the light reaches , a few empty bottles, pieces of paper , and what looks to be 3 sacks.

2 figures can be made out in the glow of the lantern , one standing with his back to the other , the light sporadically flickering his ragged clothes and long bedraggled hair into view , the other man , instantly recognizable from the glare of his hallowing yellow eyes reflecting in the light, is Lucas Crowe.

Crowe : So it is agreed then?

Man : Aye.

Crowe : Partners. 50/50....equal share. I will no longer be anyone's puppet. A pawn no more is Lucas Crowe.

Man : 50/50 aye , Partners? Nay....but equals we be.

Crowe : And what of the other? You spoke of a 3rd?

Man : His never wanted payment , never mentioned it , he does it , for his own sick twisted reasons..thrill of the hunt maybe? Power? Glory? Myth? Who knows.

A third man steps half into the light , a huge beast of a man , dressed in leathers, almost looking like some kind of old world butcher , he nods at Crowe.

Crowe : Then we have a deal , these terms are acceptable to me.

The man spits into his palm, and extends and arm towards Crowe , and the men shake hands.

The man with his back to Crowe points down towards one of the bags on the floor.

Man : Gear up.

Crowe takes the bag and opens the top and looks inside.

Crowe : What are these? Rags? You are aware that I am , what most people would refer to as gothic , my tastes are, somewhat unique.

Man : Aye , and I guarantee, you'd be the first, and probably the last.

Man : All for one, and one for the crew.

Crowe : Very well, I'll give it a try.

The man points to another sack on the floor, as Crowe leans down and picks it up, and again opens the bag.

Man : You have your eyes on the prize Mr.Crowe , a feast for the soul , and there is only one thing I ask of ye.

Crowe : One thing? Very well, what is it?

As the man slowly turns around to face Crowe , he pulls the item out of the sack and unravels what looks like a huge black flag from the sack , holding it up as far as his arms will stretch as it rolls back down to the ground , flickering in the lantern light.

The man reaches down and picks up the lantern and holds it next to his face, his menacingly half-masked face and a mouthful of gold teeth can now be seen in all it's glory as he is in full glow of the lantern.

Crossbones : Hoist the colours , mate.

The room goes into complete darkness as he blows out the lantern.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	A DARK BARGAIN!
	Three Spokey for me!