After an unbelievably hard fought bout, Ryu Matsumoto recovers while Tobin catches his own breath while acknowledging the cheering audience.

As Ryu gets to his feet he approaches Tobin who has now has his back turned. Ryu spins him around, Tobin immediately gets in a stance to deliver a suplex.

Ryu doesn't attack him though, instead he extends a hand to be shaken. Tobin doesn't hesitate and he clasps forearms with Ryu , they both then raise their arms in victory to a roaring crowd.

During a short commercial break Ryu makes his way to gorilla while Tobin spends a few extra seconds with the fans.

Unknown to Ryu, Tiberius Dupree busted nose and all is awaiting his arrival behind a nearby corner. The moment Ryu passes Tibby gives him a swift chopblock bringing him to the floor.

Within seconds Tibby has him locked in a rear ankle lock, laying flat using both his legs as leverage and vice grips. Ryu silently struggles to get free while Dupree shouts at the top of his lungs.

Dupree: I WILL F***ING CRIPPLE YOU! I'LL EAT YOUR F***ING LUNCH!!!

Before you can get a finishing grip, Tibby sees massive black arm grip his throat and begin to pulling him away from Ryu. Dupree has no choice but to release the ankle lock. Tobin Frost drags Tibby to his feet shoving him into the rushing security guards.

Dupree shouts obscenities at Tobin, Ryu, security even Mr.Sensation while being pulled away. Finally Tibby gives up the struggle as he has match to prepare for. Tobin checks on the fallen Ryu as the camera fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What the hell is up with Tiberius Dupree?
	I literally did this 40 minutes ago.......How about you bust your ass for 5 years ans get so much as a gift card for your troubles and a meager salary? You think Dupree is happy to be here? Dupree is here to hurt people. And it begins with Ryu!

The camera pans across an empty arena from the upper deck. Logos identify the location as the Las Vegas Thomas and Mack Center.

At the base of the arena, a stage is set, with seats in front of it and a podium at the center.

College graduates would recognize the setting as a Commencement event. The camera holds on the stage as a body walks onto it and leans onto the podium.

A bassy thud from the shift of the podium reveals a hot mic hooked up to the arena PA.

The camera zooms onto the person, a man, as he looks up. The man is the once active OCW Superstar, a card carrying member of C4, The One Man Revolution Bobby Minio.

Bobby Minio: Congratulations… Graduation. Huh.

His eyes shut as he grips the sides of the podium.

Bobby Minio: Yanno… I never graduated. Uh, High School. I just… stopped. Maybe I shouldn’t be admitting that, this stage and all, it feels irresponsible, but yeah. I had dreams. I had ideas. I had my own revolution… I guess I just had bigger fish.

He laughs to himself, his mood is hard to identify, emotionally he seems to be all over the map.

Bobby Minio: I never graduated. As a ‘rookie’... on the OCW roster. See I strolled in some time after Ambition, and I came in at a time where, there just wasn’t much a rookie system. You were just thrown into the fire. More appropriately, you just burned. At least, most would. Most did. Me? I simmered. I stewed. I roasted half of the roster. I flamed the veterans and I cooked the rest.

Minio shakes his head, the mood is a bit more apparent now, he’s oozing with annoyance.

Bobby Minio: Maybe I didn’t have to graduate. ‘School of Hard Knocks’ and all that nonsense. With everything though, everything that I did in the OCW, everything that I accomplished, the name I made for myself, the opportunities that I earned, I never did shake that… underclassman stain.

Bobby Minio: So maybe I deserved a graduation. Maybe I needed it. Hell, maybe I didn’t… but I would have liked one. So I sit here. I sit here and I watch as a handful of nobodies get their day from Poppa Sensation and the OCW, and I feel absolutely SICK. I feel sick to my stomach. It’s like food poisoning… but more exhausting. It’s frustrating.

He hammerfists the top of the podium, the thud booming through the empty arena. He takes a moment as he listens to it echo wall to wall and back to the stage.

Bobby Minio: With all of this though? All I can think is how I came up short. I came in here promising revolution. The revolution WAS televised, it was live-blogged and retweeted and ultimately, it was a lie. It was a lie because nothing changed. This is the same old company that overlooks something that is unique and different, it turns a blind eye to something fresh and it settles into the same old crap. Just like a pig in s**t. It just WALLOWS.

Bobby Minio: Growing up I was told that necessity was the mother of invention. I feel like that was wrong. I’ve come to learn that desire is the mother of INNOVATION. My revolution, it too was the same old crap and I know that now. I had all the wrong tactics with all the wrong targets.

He looks down at the podium, pondering for a moment.

Bobby Minio: The only real revolution is a personal revolution. You have to change yourself before you can change the world. I’ve been gone all this time figuring that out, and a few others things too. I know now, that I need to SMASH the status quo. I need to shake the old boys club down while stomping my boot down on the quivering student movements. I need to destroy the empty revolutionaries and the people who look up to them.

Bobby Minio: I’m not speaking up now to promise change. No. We’re really beyond change. I’m here to guarantee justice… and anyone standing in its path? Either get out of the damn way or get bowled the hell over.

Minio grabs the mic, looking to stamp the statement off with his trademark but, the microphone is attached to the adjustable neck which is connected to the podium.

Bobby Minio: Er… Podium drop.

He lifts the podium up, shoving it forward and off of the stage. Before the crash can play over the PA, the mic cord rips from the connection beneath the stage, resulting in a static-filled pop. He stares down at his work for a split second before walking away, the sound of footsteps echoing through the arena.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	BOBBAAAAAYYY
	Does this mean he is coming back? Oh they ain't ready for that wordsmith!

Sean McGee & Tiberius Dupree

vs

Pugh & Parker

The camera pans to the announce team.

	OPEN YOUR EYES!!!
	AHAHAHAHAHA

It's not over!