The camera pans to the backstage area where The Monster is standing, staring in contemplation at a large cork board on the wall. There are pictures hung up with thumbtacks stuck in them and different colored string connecting various pictures in what has to be a meaningful pattern. But before we can figure out the pattern, or even see the pictures themselves, the door to the locker room flies open and Monster turns around, blocking the board, to see who the newest room occupant is.

???: F*$k that guy! Tried to protect him out of respect and THIS IS HOW HE REPAYS ME?!!!!

The OCW World Champion bellows even louder than the sound the door made when it slammed back against the door stop. He steps closer to his associate and you can almost see steam coming from his ears. He points at The Monster's chest.

Sean McGee: Tobin's not off limits anymore. You hereby have permission to do anything your sick mind can imagine to him!

Sean steps past Monster and looks towards the cork board, which is now being covered by both men. On his way past he hands The Monster a slip of paper. When the camera zooms in on it, it reads "Tobin Frost" in blood.

Sean McGee: And it looks like you have quite the imagination at that. Show him what it means to be Savage!

Sean, lashing out in his rage, rips the board to the floor as pictures go tearing around the room. The Monster lets it go, but does take the time to bend over and pick up two of the pictures that are tied together. One of them looks to have been tied to another picture at one point as well, but that tie has been severed.

The camera zooms in on the pictures and sees they hold shots of Tobin Frost and his old mentor/father figure Sam. The camera then pans up, still zoomed in, showing the large, frosty, grin plastered across The Monster's face as he heads to the his match the scene slowly fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I don't like this at all!
	These are the things that happen when you intefere in the affairs of others!

The Artist is sitting in a director’s chair his hands crossed in front of his mouth pensively. The camera zooms out to an intern thumbing through headshots.

ARTIST: Who bitch dis?

INTERN: That’s Sophia from Turmoil, she’s the Wrestler of the Month.

ARTIST: Mmmmmm

The Artist grabs the picture and looks a little closer, he holds it far away and then nods

ARTIST: Mmmmmhmmm

ARTIST: Get The Artist this bitch, and get him her momma too. Artist got some equal opportunity d, you feel the Artist.

Clearly uncomfortable the intern shuffles off to comply with the command

Rhyme DMC, Y.S.L (still hurting from the match earlier) and Buddy Burns enter the parking lot where The Artist has rented out for the day.

Y.S.L: Hey, man, what are we doing here?

Buddy: Yea, why you call us out here for son?

ARTIST: THE ARTIST COMMANDS YOU TWO TO SILENCE. The Artist has determined that you two today will take part in the greatest music video shoot of ALL TIME.

Y.S.L: Music video? We’ve only recorded one song together.

ARTIST: Precisely! And we gonna record the video right here right now.

The Artist looks at Buddy Burns and studies him slowly.

ARTIST: The ARTIST just came up with an idea…….in order for us to market you in Asia. We gotta paint your face yellow.

Buddy: The hell son? You can paint DEEZ NUTS.

Y.S.L facepalms himself and starts shaking his head. The Artist is handed a bottle of baby powder as he begins powdering his left hand.

ARTIST: YOU GON’ BE A GOOD BOY AND PAINT YO FACE YELLOW BUDDY, OR THE ARTIST SMACK YOU UPSIDE THE HEAD!

Y.S.L: WHOA WHOA WHOA IT DOESN’T HAVE TO GO DOWN LIKE THIS GUYS.

Y.S.L holds Buddy back by the arms and begins to talk some sense into him.

Y.S.L: Come on man, do you want the bitches? The hos? The cars? If we can market a yellow Buddy Burns, we can make millions, no BILLIONS, no no TRILLIONS!

Buddy: Aw mannnnnnnn. Fine, I guess I’ll take one for the team.

Y.S.L: That’s the spirit! Now where’s the paint at?

With a huge smile on his face, The ARTIST brings out two buckets of yellow and white paint and hands it over to Dem Rhyme Boyz.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	This feels wrong.....yellow face???
	And that's why you will always be poor and people Like The Artist will be the 1% of the 1% of the 1% of the 1% of the 1%.

The Monster vs Jookie Marley

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a manuver!
	Ouchies!

Kassidy walks into the locker room, clearly annoyed by his loss at the hands of K’Dangelo. Upon entering he sees Xander laying down in the corner of the room face down. With a smirk on his face, he walks up to Rane and winds up for a kick to the side….

Xander: *eyes still closed* Careers have ended Kass.

Kassidy: Whatever, where have you been all day?

The Rain Wizard rolls over into his back and holds up two fingers.

Xander: Well I decided I'd rather blow off some steam than go out there and do whatever you guys were doing when you went out earlier. Then, well, then *gritting his teeth at this* Austin and Sid happened.

Kassidy: *raising a brow* Blowing off some steam huh? I could sure use that after the Neanderthal who calls himself a Gatekeeper decided to hit me with the same move for 5 minutes.

Rane gets up and gestures for Kassidy to follow him into the back room, where the OCW officials that are now Ragnarok owned and branded stand ominously, heads held down and raggedy clothes bloodied up.

Xander: Go ahead and pick one to beat on, get the other to call out your moves.

Kassidy: And this helps you?

Xander: For sure, Nathan and Tre have their vices that keep them going. But you and me buddy, *he grins and puts his hand on Kassidy’s shoulder* we gotta beat the dookieshoes outta stuff. I've found it to be therapeutic.

Kassidy: If you say so. *he shrugs and walks up to one of the men, the designated Talker, telling him the order of moves for him to call out.*

Talker: LOW KICK LOW KICK SIDE KICK HIGH KICK. LOW KICK LEFT KICK RIGHT KICK CARTWHEEL.

As Kassidy gets up from that first barrage, he looks to Rane and smirks.

Kassidy: I could definitely get used to this.

Xander: Yeah man tell him to keep switchin’ it up and don't slow down. Its good for the soul, I tell ya.

Xander watches on as Kassidy gets more into his destruction of a kidnapped OCW official. He grins as he mentally prepares for his own round of therapeutic exercise.

It'll feel great to unload all his frustrations that have been piled onto him by the likes of Austin Lee and Sid Harrison. Worst of all though, is the man who's words still haunt his nightmares.

Talker: LEFT KICK RIGHT KICK GUT KICK DROPKICK

Wait, what was that?

Left kick. Right kick. Gut kick. Dropkick.

Dropkick.

Watch the dropkick, homie.

Watch the dropkick.

The dropkick.

Dropkick.

Drop. Kick.

Xander: AAAAAAAUUUUUAAAAAAAGGGGGGAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAGGGG HHHHHHHHHHHHH

Screaming at the top of his lungs, Rane lunges at Talker and wails on him with blow after blow.

Xander: YOU WATCH THE DROP KICK YOU STUPID BLEACHED BLONDE PRUNE MOTHER******!!!!!

He immediately walks up to the other referee and drops him on his head with a devastating X-Ray before leaving the room in a fit of rage.

Kassidy: Hmm, that guy needs a lot more therapy.

He then proceeds to prop his referee against the wall and continues to kick the ever loving cr*p out of him. As he's doing this, Talker begins to crawl away in agony, trying to use a chair as support to stand himself up.

Kassidy, turning to see this in the middle of a roundhouse kick, immediately rushes up to Talker and kicks him across the room with another roundhouse to the belly.
He then stares menacingly at the chair below him, a sickening smirk rising up his face.

Kassidy, with chair now in hand, begins blasting the referee in the face with it, screams of TWILIGHT and SPARKLES and NOBODY INTERRUPTS ME WITH TALK OF BBD echoing throughout the locker room.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	This feels wrong.
	I mean if it was stuffed E-Wrassling buddies, but people? Someone's gonna get sued and his name begins with Mr.J Sensation.

Tobin Frost vs Ryu Matsumoto

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That was anyones ball game!
	Holy nuts what a counter!

We pan into a room in the arena, the Messenger is pacing back and forth in the room. He rubs his chin for a moment and begins.

MESSENGER: Our Hero...

The Messenger's face contorts into disgust and he repeats this time spitting the words out in disgust.

MESSENGER: Our Hero....Mr.Sensation

MESSENGER: Your title presumes that you are some kind of savior to OCW, but you aren't OCW's savior. You are the cancer corrupting OCW to its core...

As the Messenger continues his tirade the camera pans into OUR HERO's office. Mr.Sensation has his hands clasped together almost praying. His spirit still broken, a small ember of fury still residing in his eyes.

OUR HERO: Security...get down there now...this debacle ends tonight!

A crew of security rushes through the backstage area they find the suspected door and break it down. As they storm the room they find no one there.

SECURITY: No one is in here.

The camera fades to static and back into The Messenger who appears to be in the same room.

MESSENGER: Hahahahaha. Just when you think you have us figured out, you find that you actually know nothing.

The Messenger snaps his fingers and the walls around him fall away revealing that he was standing in a barren field. He opens his arm wide and yells loudly.

MESSENGER: THIS IS OUR DREAM FOR OCW, OUR RECKONING! WE WILL WIPE IT ALL FROM THE FACE OF THIS COMPANY AND WE WILL REBUILD.

He slowly brings his arms in and covers his right eye with one hand, then using the index and thumbs of both hands forms a triangle around his left eye.

MESSENGER: WE ARE ALWAYS WATCHING! AND YOU ARE THE RESISTANCE!

The feed abruptly cuts out, as you can hear OCW officials over the microphone informing Mr.Sensation of an incident unraveling at ringside!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like they are taking things to the next step!
	This can't be good!

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