The camera pans to a dimly lit hotel room, a literal pile of women shift as The Artist Formerly Known as Djesus rises through the pile. He stretches his arms and yawns loudly.

He lifts his left wrist to check his diamond studded gold watch. He pauses for a moment as he looks at it, he pokes it twice to make sure its working properly.

He puts his arm down and raises his left wrist to reveal an identical watch he looks at it, satisfied that it is displaying the same time as the other he exclaims.

ARTIST: GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPE!

One of the women in the pile rubs her eyes and slowly makes her way to the fridge in the hotel room. She pulls out a bundle and begins making her way back towards the Artist.

ARTIST: Bitch, the Artist knows you ain't wasting his time, takin' yo sweet ass time to get the Artist his DAMN GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPE!

In a panic the woman hurries to the Artist and presents the grapes to his mouth, he takes a bite, chews and swallows them.

ARTIST: BUDDY! Y.S.L!

A Tyme Called Rhyme awakens from their slumber. Buddy rolls out from under the coffee table and Y.S.L climbs out of the bathtub and both make their way to the Artist.

Y.S.L.: What up man? Why you yelling so loud!

BUDDY: Yeah man, we've been partying for like... a week straight... we need some sleep.

ARTIST: No time for sleep! The Artist pulled some strings and got you a tag team match with one of Japan's greatest Tag Teams!

ARTIST: If you'll win here, your street cred in Asia is gunna be bulletproof! You guys will be making MAD MONAYYYY!

Y.S.L looks to Buddy and Buddy simply shrugs

BUDDY: Listen man, I had my doubts, but you ain't led us wrong yet, so we're gunna get dressed and make our way back into the city for this match.

The Artist beams at Buddy and Y.S.L following orders without resistance.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	They better hurry!
	No time like the present!

Stacey Clarke awaits her next guest as three Savages storm the set and snatch the mic from her hand almost dislocating her shoulder.

McGee: Steve... I know you and that motherf#*ker are in the building tonight.

Sean pauses to get his compositor back.

McGee: You wanna play games... fine we can play games , tonight Versus you're gonna be welcomed home the same way Steve and Parker were!!!

McGee throws the OCW World title over shoulder as he passes the mic to Dupree.

Dupree: Sean! Who the f**k left the door to the retirement home open?! I thought these millennials were dumb as f**k, but The Steve and Versus take the damn cake. This is not 2007, it's 2016 you will get your f**king food eaten.

Dupree: I already butt f**ked Steve's soul the last time he decided to crawl out his recliner a few years back. What makes you think that in taking on Sean, who's younger, stronger, and twice the savage that I am, that you won't end up in a damn grave where you rightfully belong.

Dupree: As for you Versus, I've heard the stories, I've seen the footage on the network. You were no Nate Ortiz, you were no Aries...and I beat them both. So if the Champ...and that sick f**ker over there don't break you first (points to The Monster), I'll gladly step in and help you with a new hip replacement you old f**k.

Dupree: Ryu, if this was pizza day circa 1995 I'd f**k you up and take your lunch money and leave you crying in the dirt like the little bitch that you are.

Tibby just stares into the hard camera fully content with his savagery.

McGee and Dupree both go to exit the area and end the impromptu interview, but they stop themselves short when they realize that The Monster isn't following. He stoops over to pick up the mic that was dropped during Dupree's staredown. In his creepiest and singongiest voice The Monster begins.

The Monster: I knooow someeething youuuu don't knooow.

Hidden behind The Monster's mask you can just make out a deliberate, taunting, wink before he drops the microphone back down and walks out of the frame to join the rest of the savages.

K.D Angelo vs Austin Lee

The camera pans to the announce team.

	WHAT!
	......

Suspenders and Jumpsuit are standing pensively in front of a giant stack of furniture. Suspenders hesitantly approaches the pile, he looks back at Jumpsuit.

Jumpsuit points at the pile almost aggressively. Suspenders shrugs and advances, he gingerly picks a plaque out of the pile which reads, "BREAKOUT STAR 2012: TIBERIUS DUPREE".

After doing so the top half of the pile sways back and forth, teetering on the edge of the rooftop. Suspenders looks on in horror as Jumpsuit seems to get giddy.

The pile finally comes to rest without falling over, Suspenders places the plaque on the top of the pile, turns and mockingly point at Jumpsuit smiling in victory.

Now Jumpsuit hesitantly approaches the pile as Suspenders looks on...

The camera pans to the announce team.

	HAHAHA, I LOVE IT AL!!!, DEM BOYZ
	NO...NO...That's my line, Dammit, thats. WHY ISN'T ANYONE CATCHING ON....CMONNNN!!!!!

Scene opens to the dastardly Duo, the Wolves of OCW, the Golden Ranebow, Xander Rane and The Hardcore Television Champion Tre Golden. Xander's furious, pacing back and forth, Golden’s lounging in a folding chair, polishing his title belt, occasionally peering up to watch his good friend smash holes into the hard plaster of the walls. A peice of broken ceiling title falls into Goldens Magnificant Fro.

Tre Golden: Bro calm the hell down, you damaging the source of my power.

Xander Rane: What in the actual F*CK are you talking about?!?

Tre Golden: You see this?

Golden points up to the top of his head.

Tre Golden: this right here is perfection, took me many years to master the art of the Afro, but what has you so pissed anyway?

Xander Rane: What has me pissed is that not only do I have to deal with idiotic pieces of garbage like Austin and Sid crawling up my *ss, I now have you thinking you're a MOTHERF*CKING SUPERSAIYAN OR SOMETHING.

Tre Golden: Nah bro…. just the heart of the cards…. but fluck Twitter fingers, he's just pulling dookieshoes to distract you because he can't wrestle his way out of a paper bag, and I put Sid to sleep last week, trusty Mateo leon.

Xander Rane: I don't give a single fLUCK as to wether or not they can wrestle. Hell, I hardly think THEY care wether or not they can wrestle. What pisses me off is that they follow me WHEREVER. I. FLUFFING. GO. THE SONG, TRE, THE DAMN SONG! THE FANS SING IT WHEREVER I GO AND IT HAUNTS ME IN MY DREAMS AT NIGHT.

Tre Golden*sighs*: The song is catchy as hell bro, of course the fans sing it. Damn might even be a classic.

Xander Rane: I'm going to remove your tongue from the inside of your mouth if you ever defend that song again.

Tre Golden *lauging*: You know what will make you feel better? A bump.

Tre golden presents a small mirrored plate with three lines of white powder stretched across it. A rolled up one hundred dollar bill lays beside the lines.

Xander Rane: Maybe you're right, I'd love to shove some of that into Austin Lee’s eyeballs. Ooooooo, maybe I can make him go blind eh?

Tre Golden: I have an even better idea…… Follow me, you're gonna love this Raneman.

Xander Rane: This better be good, I was looking forward to permanently crippling a man.

Tre Golden: Let's just say I have plans for this hair bleach that I stole from Pugh. Still got that miralax from the enchilada incident?

Xander Rane: I carry it in Nathan's special socks.

Tre Golden: I'll go get the rubber gloves….

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Did he just advocate Cocaine usage on TV!
	It is TV-14, why do you think he is so FLUCKTARDED, its the crack rocks, b!

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