The arena is ecstatic as the legends & Hall of Famers in the ring walk around & pace the ring, together, for the first time in OCW history, side by side under one moniker.

The Inner Circle. Majin walks over towards the downed RD Money & stands over him, straddling him. He raises his mic as he snickers to himself.

Majin- "What was that you were saying about a 'Back up plan',...POTNA?"

Majin laughs as he motions for Casey to pick up the Inner Circle T-shirt laid out on the mat. Casey skips her way over to the shirt, picks it up, & brings it to Majin.

Majin smiles & takes the shirt. He holds the shirt up directly in front of the camera so that all you can see is the IC logo. He then bends over and drops the shirt over RD Moneys face.

Majin- "Greatness,...you brought this on yourself."

Majin pauses and smiles.

Majin- "Mutt!"

Majin then stands & drops his mic onto RDs chest with a 'Thud'. The 5 then play to the crowd for a moment taking in all the cheers as an 'IC! IC! IC!' chant begins to start up.

The 5 then make their way towards the ropes & begin to exit the ring.

Nate rolls back in the ring as the IC heads up the ramp. He salutes them one more time before picking up a mic left on RD.

Nate: Let’s get him a little help.

Nate motions and several OCW staffers rush out and help the disoriented RD Money to the back. Nate shakes his head and then looks out into the crowd.

Nate: RD my old friend, I’m sorry but oh so many years ago I expected you to have my back. You were my brother in arms.

Nate: And you stabbed me in the back to join up with Majin and Kage. We didn’t settle things back then, so consider us even now.

Nate paces around the ring before continuing.

Nate: You all know why I’m here tonight. Another one of the guys who took the torch passed it on wants to run his mouth.

Nate: The last one got the better of me and I can accept that. But my protégé Mr. Frost has had my back on that front.

Nate: You all know why I’m here tonight. And the answer is yes. Pugh the answer is yes.

Nate: You want to put that golden mark on your resume. I’ll give you the chance to try. Bring your contract next week and we can make if official.

Nate: What’s funny is that you think your little locker room joke is a joke. It’s the god damn truth because, I’ve earned it. Before you even decided to lace up a pair of boots I was carrying this place on my back.

Nate: The Hall of Fame is my trophy case because just about every man that has been enshrined in one way or another I played a part in them getting there.

Nate: You see before there was “The Steve” there was Steven Jones. A young guy looking to make a name for himself. He tried to step up and I put him down back then but he worked his way up.

Nate: Majin and I had one of the most grueling series of matches in OCW’s “Golden Era”. And after I put down Tyranny at Wrestlution #1, Versus made the first Wreslution moment by beating me for the OCW Championship.

Nate: Leonheart rose to prominence by beating me for the championship. AJ Phoenix, Kage, hell he isn’t in it the hall but Tiberius Dupree. I helped validate them all.

Nate: I am the Main Event because for the first half of OCW’s lifetime I carried this place. Guy Fausto, RD Money, Sideshow, Smythe… yea even him they all played part in building this place.

Nate: But I’m the heartbeat. Damn it if OCW was a mountain and people were going to carve out a Mt. Rushmore I wouldn’t even be on it, I would be the damn mountain.

Nate: You can take that offer of redemption and put back in your ass where you got it from. Because the way I see it, I’m giving you the chance to be those other guys.

Nate: I’m giving you the chance to validate yourself. Your chance to say that you swam with a great white.

Nate: I’m sorry to break it to you Paul but win or lose, I’m not afraid to sweat, not afraid to bleed, and you’ll never come close to being, The Benchmark, The Icon, The Golden Boy, Mr. OCW, The Gatekeeper, The Franchize Nate Ortiz!

Nate tosses the mic in the air and it thuds as he rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	ITS HAPPENING!!!!!!!
	Riot 430 is going to be HUGE!

Scene opens to Jim Black standing backstage, he spots the former Hardcore Champion Tre Golden and rushes over to him for an interview.

Jim black: “Tre! Can I get your thoughts on you match tonight?”

Tre Golden: “you always seem to show up at the worst times, you feed off misery don't you? F*cking vulture.”

His anger on his face dissipates to a sly evil grin. He wraps his right arm around Jim’s neck.

Tre Golden: “But to answer you question I'm not to concerned with it, I excel at grappling, at slams, at submissions... not weapons…. And even then I defended that title the most in recent memory. I made those matches worth watching.”

His face contorts into one of disgust.

Tre Golden: “So let little Dorian the Coward who fought me like the scared little bitch he is, desperately clutch to the only source of relevancy he's ever gonna get in his pathetic career. I'm on to bigger and better things. I would see say more, but I know Cody Stormbergstein is going to defend him, and I don't want to be sued.”

Golden again smiles at jim black.

Tre Golden: “Now if you'd excuse me, I have more legends to kill, a septic tank to make cry, world champions to pin, a bald chick to bang……. cuz f*ck you leprechaun that's speaks Peggy Hill level Spanish for some reason.”

Tre golden tilts his head back and laughs before getting a serious look on his face once again.

Tre Golden: “…… And a hunter to destroy.”

Tre golden begins to walk away from him, before turning back around.

Tre Golden: “Oh yeah….. stay golden jimmer.”

Golden swings back to leave when Nathan Carter pops onscreen! The trio can hear boo’s from the crowd. Nathan smirks as he plays with Jim Black’s tie.

Nathan Carter: “Jim Black...I don’t think you’ve had...The...Pleasure. Hmmmmm.”

Nathan unravels his tie!

Nathan Carter: “No need to be so formal, we are backstage afterall. And what happens backstage, stays backstage. Mmmmmmmm. But I’m not here for you tubby, I’m here for my boy Tre!”

Nathan puts his arm around Tre and begins leading him down the hallway. The camera follows.

Nathan Carter: “You lost, it happens. Ragnarok needs you to keep a level head when these things happen. Because they will, and you need to signify strength, not weakness. Do you know what happens to the weakest of the pack?”

Tre Golden: “After all the strong people that I have fought and beaten, losing to that COWARD….”

Golden realizes he's losing his cool, and takes a second to settle himself.

Tre Golden: “…….stings, but I understand your sentiment.”

Nathan takes a deep breath.

Nathan Carter: “Good. I’d hate for your brothers to have to make an example out of you while I...watch. So buck up, kid cause Uncle Nathan has an opportunity for you. Perhaps a Golden...Opportunity. Come! Let’s talk about next week.”

Tre Golden: “Just no more donkeys okay?”

Nathan Carter: “You bet your ASS! HA!”

They disappear into the dark corridors of the arena.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Stop rolling your eyes. You haven't said a word but I can hear them rolling! You think your slick!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

Judas: Welcome to the first of many Judas Hallows EXTREME Challenges. Where we bring back EX wrestling with five star matches only.

"Let's go EX" chants start up in the crowd as Judas struts the ring pumping them up.

Judas: I'm going to come out here each and every week and challenge one of the ex division wrestlers to come out and put on a show for you, each and every week. Because for too long we've seen no high flying, no risk taking and no excitement in this ring.

Judas: So here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna put this mic down. And I'm going to welcome anyone in the EX division to come down here and prove they have what it take to be called Extreme!!

Judas drops the mic and walks over to the ropes. He sits on the middle rope and holds the top rope up.

The crowd goes crazy at the sight of Marley. He walks back and forth on the stage soaking up the "Guy" chants. He fist pumps to the chants as he reaches down for the mic on the stage. He clears his throat...

Marley: Hear ye, hear ye! That guy is BLACK IN ACTION! The Doc cleared me of that so-called bruised rib I got from the hands of OCWs so-called Monster.

Marley turns his attention to Hallows, who is still sitting on the ropes.

Marley: I didn't know we had a celebrity in the house. Aren't you Guile from Street Fighter? I used to play with you all the time dude. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Marley starts to make his way down the ramp.

Marley: But for real though, who are you to say the EX is not exciting anymore? Your matches might not be exciting because there is but so much you can do wrestling in a Footed Onesie. The EX is far from dead if guys like Matsuda, Spider and the three time, three time, three time Ex Division Champion Marley are still around.

Marley stops in the middle of the ramp.

Marley: Well seeing as you issued an open challenge, and for some mysterious reason I'm in my wrestling gear, I ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE!

Marley continues to the ring as the arena rumbles with cheers. He pauses on the apron.

Marley: Wait, wait, wait I'm doing this all wrong. I can't return and not give my Jah Army a chance to hear our theme. We're gonna do this all over.

Marley jumps off the apron and makes his way back up the ramp and behind the black curtains.

Marley: NOW, HIT OUR MUSIC!

Judas Hallows vs Jookie Marley

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Outta no wheresville!
	Population You!

Once again the camera pans to the long hallways that make up the backstage grid of the Manhattan Center where we find one Tobin Frost on his way to who knows where. He turns a corner and comes to a quick stop as he practically touches noses, or nose to mask rather, with The Monster.

The Monster: Boo!

Instinctively Tobin's fists are flying, he throws a right hook that The Monster just barely dodges. The Monster takes a few steps back creating some separation between the two and holding his arm out so as to hold Tobin some length away.

The Monster: Now that wouldn't be the smartest thing you could possibly do right now, would it? I mean, there's only one "smartest" thing you could possibly be doing at one time, so the odds aren't exactly in your favor.

Tobin's chest is heaving rapidly at this point, pumping hard with fury. He has to clench his teeth tightly to try and hold it all in and not start a fight that could have deadly consequences for a certain Sam.

Tobin Frost: What. Do. You. Want?

The Monster's lips part in a simple grin as he sees how under Tobin's skin he has managed to get.

The Monster: I just wanted to check up on you....

The Monster starts taking a few paces forward, no longer worried that Tobin is going to do something rash. It is now Tobin backing up, forcing separation between them so as to keep himself under control.

The Monster: I do worry about you so! I mean, the closest thing you've ever had to a parent is still M.I.A. and there's nothing you can really do about it. You must be having a hard time sleeping. Wracked with worry and concern.

The Monster cranes his neck pondering.

The Monster: But, you don't look as concerned as I would have figured. Could it be because of the bomb that was dropped earlier this evening? Tobin Frost..... is it possible that a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship has more of your attention than the safety of Sam?

The Monster's eye lids come closer together as he squints in Tobin's direction, as if trying to study him closer.

The Monster: I don't know. I think that may be a distinct possibility. Maybe you're not everything Sam raised you to be....? Maybe you're not quite as pure as the world believes you to be after all...... there may be hope for you yet. Or despair...? Really in the eye of the beholder I suppose.

The Monster's eyes widen up again as that grin grows and grows until it's a full blown, sickening, smile. The Monster turns back and heads the way he came shaking his head as he walks.

The Monster: You're supposed to be better than that Tobin; above selfish desire. Above ego. Above temptation. Pity.......

Tobin is like a powder keg about to explode as he watches The Monster walk away.

Tobin: Don’t let that trash get to you…

Tobin runs his hands over his face and head as if he has a full head of hair still.

Tobin: Being champion what you are here for. And Sam is your motivation for achieving that goal. But what is the OCW Championship without Sam there to bask in the glory with you?

Tobin begins to walk turning a corner where he sees a familiar warning sign for the boiler room. A place Tobin has found to be kind of a haven in the many storms he’s experienced in his OCW career. The conflicted Frost opens the door.

Tobin: I’m not throwing away my shot…

The scene fades as Tobin descends the steps into the darkness of the arena.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The Monster is a dyed in the wool, grade A Son of a bitch!
	How dare you be so rude, and disrespectful!

Smythe D. Wonder vs Parker

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Dammit man!
	HAH!

(Pre-Recorded Segment)
The scene opens up with The Rhyme Tyme Clan getting out of Y.S.L’s BMW M3 in what looks like New York City’s Chinatown neighborhood. As they walk up the block a crowd of Asian girls start gathering around them asking for selfies to which they oblige.

Y.S.L: Girls, girls, girls. I love you all but we do eventually have to get going. Have an important business meeting over some dim sum with our friend.

Random Girl 1: Oh Oh! Who’s the meeting with oppa?

Y.S.L: Our friend The Artist duh.

One of the girls fights through the crowd to hug Buddy.

Random Girl 2: Buddy, will you put on the yellow makeup again?

Buddy: Nah girl, chill. That was a one time thang. You know how long it took for me to get the paint off?

Everybody laughs for a moment.

Random Girl 3: Your song Good Boy sounds too much like GD and Taeyang’s song.

Y.S.L: I don’t know what you are talking about……...the song was produced by The Artist! Original Promised Land production! Trust girl.

Random Girl 3: You guys are ripping them off!
Buddy: Back off girl! We ain’t steal nothing!

Y.S.L holds Buddy back as he waves good bye to the girls.

Buddy: Man, I don’t know what that girl be talking bout but she got me tight.

Y.S.L: Don’t worry about, she don’t know how hard we work.

Buddy: Yea she don’t know about DEEZ NUTS

Y.S.L shakes his head as he cracks a smile and goes into the restaurant where The Artist is waiting for them.

The ARTIST: Boys! Come sit down, I got a brand new song produced for you guys. Let me tell you about B…….

The scene fades out as the business meeting continues.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Another song?
	You can't rush greatness!

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