The camera pans back to the ring after the match between Crowe and Monster. Monster's standing in the corner motioning emphatically with both hands at the ropes.

He's kicking them lightly, just showing the referee where they are; what they are. The referee is clearly suicidal because he's still in the ring.

But he's not an entirely lost cause because he's smart enough to back up to the opposite side of the ring as Monster starts stalking him.

This goes on for a moment or two, but then Monster just shrugs, throwing his hands towards his side in a brush-off motion. He backs away slightly from the man and lets him pass, while he asks the ring attendant for a microphone.

The ring attendant comes forward, but before she can hand Monster the mic he's turned back around with a devious smile across his face, he comes up behind the unassuming referee and tugs on his arm, putting them face to face once again. Quickly Monster scoops the man up on his shoulders and spins him around dropping him.

Instead of rising to his feet Monster remains seated and again motions to the woman holding his microphone. With a disgusted look upon her face she follows his orders and looks to remain as unnoticed as possible.

Monster: Sorry..... I was going to let you go, I swear! I really was! Or maybe I wasn't.....

He shakes his head dismissively.

Monster: It occurred to me that you need a reminder on some of the rules in wrestling.

Monster crawls over towards the ropes and begins motioning towards them again.

Monster: You see, when someone grabs these.....

He stops mid-sentence as if noticing something's amiss.

Monster: What are you still doing over there?

The Monster reaches over and grabs the referee by the arm pulling him towards where he's seated.

Monster: When someone grabs these to add leverage, THAT'S CHEATING!

The unconscious referee clearly can't acknowledge what Monster is saying, but Monster ignores that fact.

Monster: Hey! You really should be taking notes here. Or thanking me. I'm trying to help you really. Better me helping you like this than you screw it up again with someone like Nathan involved......

The referee, stubborn as he is, still shows no sign of acknowledging Monster's points.

Monster: Well now sir, you're just wasting my time. I'm going to need you to leave my ring now.

With that, Monster starts kicking the referee in the ribs, pushing him bit by bit until he falls hard to the floor outside. Monster remains seated, cross-legged, with his chin resting on his palm.

His eyes are closed and he seems to be trying to regain his composure. He slowly makes his way back to his feet, his eyes opening back up as he stands.

He circles the ring, differently than the brisk pace he held before dropping Cherese last week, or the poor referee a few moments ago. Instead, this is slower, more deliberate.

He appears to be staring out at the crowd, taking the time to stare at any who dare hold his gaze. He completes his circle and brings the microphone up.

Monster: I don't think I understand. I don't understand the energy I feel coming back at me when I look out at you all; the anger, the hate. It's so thick, it's practically tangible; like I'm wading through it.

Monster: You're angry at what I've done to Cody? But why? You didn't like him. He didn't fight cleanly. He didn't fight to entertain you. He didn't pander to you all. He certainly didn't like you. So why do you react so strongly to my actions?

Monster: Do you blame me for what happened to that security guard Peter? Or for Rodney, Chris, and that unfortunate taxi cab driver? How about our late Ace Angel? Do you blame me for hurting Cherese?

The crowd reacts with thunderous boos as Monster callously recites his recent hit list.

Monster: How can you blame me for that? How can you blame me for doing something with this anger and hostility? How can you blame me for any of this when I was imprisoned for two years in MY OWN MIND?!

Monster quickly lowers his arm, not wanting to risk letting his temper get the better of him.

He closes his eyes once more, takes deep, steadying breaths, and regains that cold, off-putting confidence that he tends to carry about himself.

The crowds boos, which only seem to grow louder, as if they sought to work against his objective, quiet as he brings the microphone back up.

Monster: You're right to look for someone to blame, however. What's happened to Cody, his family, and all of the unassuming innocents who have been targeted, isn't right. But what if there were someone more deserving of this blame?

Monster: A man who was heralded as the hardest working man in his industry. A man who seemed to serve as a sort of paragon for The People. A man who always played by the rules, always did what was right, and always seemed to thrive, seemingly in spite of his morals.

Monster: And what if this man found himself fighting a losing battle. Fighting for everything he wanted, but the deck was stacked against him.

Monster: What if this man, instead of keeping his head held high, dropped into the muck. What if this man turned on his morals?

Monster: What if this man forced another man to choose between everything he had ever wanted and his own mother; forced him to answer the question of what's more important: personal success or family?

Monster: What if this man forced another's brain to fracture? I'd say that's the man you blame.

Monster: Cody Storm and I may share a body, but make no mistake: it's Tobin Frost that created The Monster. It's Tobin Frost with all of this blood on his hands.

Monster: Your defender took a shortcut he thought would help him get what he wanted, he failed, and then he left you all to deal with the consequences of his actions. And I wouldn't have it any other way.....

Monster's theme song strikes up as he trails off. He drops the microphone and makes his way out of the ring and up the ramp as the vocals seem to send him on his way to Hell.

The Xtron Flickers On!

Parker shoves a $100 bill down the cleavage of the ring announcer, grabs the mic from her hand , and shoos her out of the ring , as she turns to leave, he licks the palm of his hand, and slaps her hard on the ass, causing her to slightly jump forward, and then hurry out of the ring, not quite sure how to react.

He mutters to himself ' worth every penny'.

He begins to look smugly out at the crowd , they are still divided as to what his end game is, and there is a mix of boos and cheers as you can tell the audience still hasn't decided where their support lays , he pulls a cigar from his inside jacket pocket and lights it up , and stands there again for a few minutes more, enjoying the rich aroma of his signature brand , the Monetcristo no.4 , as he watches the end, calmly burn away, slowly creating a small rise of smoke around his head, he inhales deep, closes his eyes , and savors the moment.

The crowd begin to become restless at the lack of action , their patience wearing thin and the World champion stood there, seemingly oblivious to anything , completely ignoring them in his own little world , the boos start to rain down.

Crowd : BOO! BOOOOOOOOO!

He exhales a large cloud of smoke , then finally begins to speak.

Parker : I don't care.

Crowd : BOO! BOOOOO!

A few chants of 'You screwed Sean' and 'We want Pugh' can be heard from a few of the spectators.

Parker : Like I said, I don't care.

He takes another puff of his cigar, and then removes his title belt from around his waist , he holds it up to his face and uses it as a mirror , checking to make sure his beard, glasses and hat are on point.

Happy with what he sees, he mutters to himself ' Worth every penny'.

He slings the title belt over his left shoulder and again begins to address the crowd.

Parker : Are you guys STILL crying about the Clash? SERIOUSLY? Are you not over it yet...What more do you want OCW? What more could I give in one simple action?

Parker : Let's see, a HoF'er returned, check....new OCW world champion , check , RECORD ratings, check... the end of the Ego Era, or what ever weird little Rocky Horror picture show reign Pugh had going on , check. What more do you want OCW? Jesus....

Parker : Bunch of ungrateful , inbred sons of bitches if you ask me!

Parker : You see OCW , I'm going to lay it out real simple for you, and McGee , I know you're back there, put your resistance bands down and stop staring at your 'mad gainz' chart for 2 seconds and listen up...

He takes a long , hard toke on his cigar , looks directly into the hard camera, and exhales with a huge grin on his face.

Parker : In this game...you either smoke, or you get smoked...and you got SMOKED!

Parker : AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!

The crowd begin to boo loudly again.

Parker : You see Sean, you wanna come out here earlier, telling me to retire, running your mouth , trying to coin your little 'Savage A.F era' , well here's a quick truth siren for you McGiggles....

Parker : To start an 'era' here in OCW , you need one of these right here....

He pats the title belt slung over his shoulder.

Parker : And you seem to be severely lacking in that department , son.

Parker : And here's one more for you OCW, I've been accused of being a lot of things in my career , scumbag, asshole , sellout, backstabber, traitor , you name it, I've probably been called it, but one thing I am not, is arachnophobic...

Parker : Spider! [The crowd pop] , Ryu , Illuminate , what ever the hell you call yourself now a days , you went out last week on Riot, talked out the side of your neck, and challenged the champ...

Parker :You want to see if you can hang with the best this company has to offer , well I'm standing right here , right now , so lace up your little boots, and lets throw down, right here , tonight!!

The crowd pop.

Parker : Ha , just kidding , I'll see you next week Ryu!! Oh, with one little stipulation , I'm a fighting champion , and I'm a fair man , so let's see, IF you win, then the week after I'll give you an OCW title shot , but WHEN I win....I wan't that stupid mask of yours!

Parker : So incey wincey , you better bring it.

The show goes to commercial as Parker makes his way out of the ring.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Man he is such a douche!
	Don't you disrespect the World Champion!

Sean McGee vs Jookie Marley

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The man is possessed!
	Indeed!

Smythe, Dorian Arnaurd and Blur Diamond of the newly rebranded 3K are standing in the interview room alone they're ready to address the crowd.

Blue: So Smythe you didn't win last week. You were finally beaten by the best wrestler arguably in the world. I just wanted to ask how much is your ego bruised after that loss.

Smythe: Well Blue... I'll be honest after a year and a half away from the ring I was within a hairs length of beating the best wrestler in the world. I'm ok with not coming out on top... this time.

Arnaud: I would have beat him.

Blue: Sure you would have. Let's talk about an agenda... We have a slight issue with someone LKO'ing Big Daddy at the Clash that needs to be addressed.

Smythe: It's true. Leon is lucky we can't be an attendance tonight or else he would be eating my boot right now.

Arnaud: He isn't so lucky because we will be there next week in tag team action. I'm sure we can make a detour on our way to the ring to put Leonheart through a table.

Blue: mmm... I like it when you talk about hurting people...

Smythe: Then you're going to love what happens next week!!!

Arnaud: Krutches, Krosses, Kaskets!!!

Smythe: All we see is victims!!!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I don't think it's wise to call out Leonheart!
	BS, LEON STARTED IT!

The camera spans to a backstage area, Ryu is standing on top of a training mat. He's in his training gear, black athletic shorts, athletic wraps on his knees and ankles, and mma gloves.

A man in a 'TEAM BAD WOLF' shirt steps forward with training mitts. Ryu drops into a striking stance and unleashes a blinding flash of punches, while weaving past counters thrown by his trainer.

A second man steps onto the mat also wearing and 'BAD WOLF' shirt. He slips the one with the training mitts and delivers an H-Edge.

As the second man charges in for a wrestling take-down, Ryu kips up and stuffs it effortlessly rolling him into a Pepperton Sleeper.

Before Ryu can tighten the hold the wrestling trainer taps. Ryu kips up and stares a hole into the cameraman.

RYU: Parker Stevens, you want my mask? You can have it, better yet you can have ALL of my masks.

RYU: But know one thing, you won't be setting foot in that ring with an unmasked Spider or Illuminati.

RYU: You will be stepping in the ring with RYU MATSUMOTO.

RYU: When I step into that ring I'll be more arrogant than PINK SPIDER, more vicious than ILLUMINATI, more reckless than BLACK SPIDER.

Ryu smirks at the camera and pulls his hair back to finish.

RYU: But most importantly, when I step into the ring with you next week, I'll be better than YOU.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	WE GOT OURSELVES A MATCH!
	AND NOW ITS TIME FOR THE MAIN EVENT!!!

OCW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP

Mugen vs Drago Cesar

The camera pans to the announce team.

	WHAT A MATCH!
	Another legendary bout!

Is not over yet, again!