The Xtron Flickers On!

Tre swings his brand new Hardcore Television title over his shoulder. He becomes for a Microphone, the tech tosses it high in the air and Golden catches it effortlessly, he immediately sits down and crosses his legs.

Boos from the arena drowns Tre out as he tires to speak, Tre simply smirks.

Tre Golden: Thank you, thank you….. but there is no need to congratulate me. It was a forgone conclusion that Ragnarok was walking out with the belt. Sensation tried to separate us…. he tried to derail the movement…. but it only made us stronger!

(The boos come louder)

TG: I don't really care if you liked it guys, but as you can see…..

(Tre lays down the Hardcore title in front of him)

TG: I just won my very first title, the first step to the top of this ladder, closer to that 15 pounds of gold and platinum that proves you are the best this company has to offer…..

TG: Problem is the best don't get close to the title, you have cowards parading around with a belt that they won via sneak attack, is that the champion you want?

TG: You want C4? The losers that pack up their bags and go home as soon as they are faced with some competition?

( the crowd cheers ever so slightly, Tre keeps his Cocky smirk on his face)

TG: I will tell you this…… the rookies are the best, we put everything on the line, work our asses off and are passed over for these geriatric hacks that tanked the show, Riot is back because the rookies put asses in seats. We are the future and the future begins now, I don't care if Sensation likes it or not. I'm not the kind of man that sits and waits for what's given to him, I take what I want.

(Tre points back toward the locker room)

TG: I hear what they say back there, They say I haven't paid my dues, that I'm not ready for a fourty year old man who has a woman with a forehead the size of Utah as his bodyguard, that I'm not ready for the fifty year old man who looks like he'd die if he takes just one more suplex and had his arm snapped like a twig.

(Golden chuckles to himself, and looks around at the crowd, now listening to his every word.)

TG: But I'll let them talk, I'll let them doubt my ability, trance doubted it until he was flat on his back counting all the lights in the rafters, oh and I did it clean by the way, no controversy here. Trance can call me arrogant as much as he wants, he can even call it a fluke… But I'll just do it again.

TG: When I pin the North American Champion, they'll call it a fluke… And I'll just do it again.

(Golden stands up suddenly)

TG: When I win the world championship by the end of this year! They'll call it a fluke until I keep that title longer than anyone else, and these veterans will have to see a “rookie” achieve the dream they could not, in just a fraction of the time they have been around!

(Tre gets showered with boos once again, golden seems to revel it)

TG: OCW! You are witnessing the birth of a legend! And I will have to make AC a casualty once again! TRE4NA!

(Tre throws off his leather Jacket)

HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
A.C. Cobra vs Tre Golden

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He's done it!
	OH EM GEEE!

(previously recorded)
The scene opens up with Dem Rhyme Boyz, Rhyme Tyme in a restaurant known as Shibuya Shark in Los Angeles' Little Tokyo District.

The restaurant specializing in seafood as indicated by its name is filled with fish tanks throughout the restaurant. Y.S.L and Buddy are sitting at the sushi bar counter where a chef known simply as Morimato. Y.S.L has dragged his tag team partner out on a mini trip to take in some exotic foods.

Buddy: Yo, when I said I liked sushi, I didn't mean we had to go to Tokyo for it.

Y.S.L: Bruh, you know we didn't fly to Japan right? We in LA, in LITTLE Tokyo.

Buddy: Little Tokyo, Big Tokyo, I don't know man, I think this might be outta my league.

Y.S.L: Bruh, you worrying too much. Trust me, and mostly trust the chef. We doing something tonight called omakase, which means that chef Morimato right here is gonna pick the fish out for us. And since me and him go way back, he's gonna bring out the good stuff.

Buddy: Da sticky icky good stuff?

Y.S.L: No....no.....the good fish son

Buddy: Oh okay

Morimato is finished with the first course and puts out a plate of 2 pink slices of raw tuna in front of Rhyme Tyme. The two hold up their sake glasses and toast each other.

Y.S.L: To the future World Tag Team Champions.

Buddy smiles and nods to the toast. He picks up his chopsticks and goes right after the tuna.

Buddy: I know this tuna, this I can do. This looks fresh as hellllll.

Y.S.L nods as he picks up his piece.

Y.S.L: Specifically, that was tuna belly, the part of the fish that just melts in yo mouf.

Buddy: You know what else melts in da mouf.

Y.S.L: I swear, if you say dee.....

Buddy: DEEZ NUTS HA

Y.S.L can only shake his head with a smile on his face as chef Morimato brings on a second plate of seafood.

This one seems a bit more exotic than the last as it is garnished with ginger and other accouterments.

Buddy seems taken aback by this one a bit but digs into it. His facial expression after eating this one isn't quite as pleasant as the first course but he gives Y.S.L a thumbs up.

Y.S.L: I shoulda figured that this course was gonna be too big league for ya. That was shredded shrimp head mixed with diced anchovies and ginger on top. Let's see what chef's got up next.

Chef Morimato places two pieces of extremely fresh looking pieces of salmon in front of Dem Boyz. The two dig in immediately to their delight.

Y.S.L: What's next Morimato-san?

Morimato: Fugu

Buddy: Did he just say f*** me?

Y.S.L: No, no no. He said fugu.

Buddy: Yea, he said f*** you. Hell no I ain't taking that sitting down!

Y.S.L: It's pronounced like foo goo. It's a Japanese fish called blowfish.

Buddy: Haaaaaa, blow

Y.S.L shakes his head once again as Chef Morimato places the plate of clear looking blowfish in front of them.

At that moment a Japanese businessman a few seats falls out of his seat as he starts puking and convulsing.

Buddy is shocked at the scene but Y.S.L and the other Asian patrons are completely calm as staff tend to the businessman.

Buddy: What the hell man? Why ain't yall concerned about him?!

Morimato: He ate fugu.

Buddy: WHAT?! AND YOU SERVED ME IT TOO?!

Y.S.L: Well, blowfish are poisonous, so sometimes theres trace amounts of poison

Buddy: WHAT?! HELL NO I AIN'T EATING THIS!

Buddy storms out of the restaurant to Y.S.L's dismay.

Y.S.L: Breh! Bruh! Aw mannn......I guess.....I'll take this to go Morimato-san?

Chef Morimato nods as the scene fades out.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Them boyz!
	Fugu Charles, Just Fugu!

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