The scene opens up backstage with the camera positioned right outside of the office of one Mr. Sensation.

There's the faint sound of voices coming from behind the door, so you know the room is currently occupied, but it's not what's going on inside that's the interesting thing here. It's what's going on outside. 

Samuel Silverstein comes around the corner of the hallway. He's stepping lightly, constantly aloof. He has a mission here and he will NOT be caught!

He steps up to the door that separates him from the most important man in OCW, having perhaps the most important conversations in OCW with Wrestlution X right around the corner.

Samuel reaches into his pant pocket and pulls out what looks to be a stethoscope. He plugs it up into his ear and places the diaphragm (apparently that's what the cylindrical part of a stethoscope is called, I had no idea) up to the door. He starts mumbling to himself.

Samuel Silverstein: There has to be something here. If I just keep my nose to the ground, finding the information I'm not supposed to have, I'll find something. I only need one little thing that I can bust this huge company with and my bosses at Cody Stormbergstein & Associates will be so impressed that I'll make partner for sure!

Our cameraman steps a little closer. Close enough that Samuel, who clearly thought he was alone, gets that awkward feeling of someone looking over your shoulder.

He looks behind him and quickly jump when he finds a camera recording his underhanded actions! The jumping forces him back into the door and suddenly the voices from the other side cease.

The door opens and quickly Samuel Silverstein is forced, face first, up against the wall with his arm torqued behind his back. Naturally his assailant is Sensation bodyguard/best friend Birdie.

Birdie: What exactly are you doing?

Samuel Silverstein: ...........

Birdie wrenches on his arm driving it further into his back.

Samuel Silverstein: Nothing! I was doing nothing!

An indistinct voice, presumably Mr. Sensation's, comes from the other side of the door. Of course Birdie, with her years of experience with that voice is able to decipher. 

Birdie: He says "Since you're doing nothing anyway, you have a match tonight against Tyler Rose." 

Samuel starts to struggle a little bit against the more physically imposing Birdie. 

Samuel Silverstein: I don't know how to wrestle! I don't even work here! 

Birdie slams him up against the wall again for his back talk, then releases her hold shoving Samuel in the direction opposite the office. 

Birdie: Tough. 

Samuel gets the message as he briskly walks away, doing what little he can to prepare for his match coming up shortly. 

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like the worm has a match!
	That's ILLEGAL!, if that Schmeckle gets hurt its coming out of the OCW COFFERS!!!!

Taking a break from the fast paced action of another episode of OCW Riot, we cut backstage, specifically the parking garage where we find Majin smoking a cigarette by the exit.

Enter Matsuda, clad in a simple black well tailored suit, he strolls into frame with a grin on his face and his hands in his pockets, as if expecting an instantaneous response from the OCW legend. He doesn't get one. 

In fact, Majin seems to ignore Matsuda on every front, continuing to smoke as if he were still alone. This drives Matsuda into a frenzy.

Matsuda: Nothing?!

Matsuda: I split your head open like a watermelon and drain you out in the middle of the ring like a gutted animal... And I get nothing?!

Matsuda: No response? No attack? Where is the Majin I know? The Majin I want--no deserve! WHERE IS THE MIND OF MAJIN?!

Matsuda: Do I mean so little to you, Majin? 

Matsuda: Do you still not know who I am?! I am the--

Matsuda nearly goes off on a tangent similar to his rant from last week but he pauses, his frenzied expression seems to calm and transition back into his arrogant smile. 

The villain turns away, as if he were going to leave, but quickly turns around to spit in Majin's face. 

Majin wipes his face, drops his cigarette and smiles, Matsuda is irate and looks to escalate the situation further as OCW officials arrive on the scene in an attempt to prevent any damage to two of its premiere atheletes.

The scene fades.

 The camera pans to the announce team.

	Matsuda is such a jerk!
	He's called THE VILLIAN after all, DUH!!!

Anthony Baker vs The Artist

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Rookie is a bit aggressive!
	You need to be in todays climate!

Camera focuses on a vase of roses

Tyler: Last week I was screwed, I prepared for a different man! That I say is the only reason why a man of my magnitude loss the encounter to the messenger!

Tyler picks a rose from the vase and smells it

Tyler: Tonight I will enchant you all while I beat down a lawyer.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like Tyler Rose is ready to beat down Samuel!
	I hope he has Knee Pads this week!, I HOPE HE HAS KNEE PADS THIS WEEK!!!

Somewhere within the night's venue, young Drake Dauer sits and adjusts his gear. Preparing himself for his debut both physically and mentally, he stared down at his feet and takes deep calming breaths.

Oddly enough, this rookie isn't in the changing rooms at the moment. No, he's chosen a more unconventional dressing room for the evening. Where, you may ask? Why, he's sitting in his sedan in the arena's parking lot while his wife Dana offers words of encouragement of course.

Dana Dauer: I'm telling you, you're gonna do great out there tonight. Don't worry about a thing Drake. 

Drake Dauer: What about the fact I'm debuting in a HARDCORE TITLE MATCH?!?

Drake Dauer: You and I both know I'm all about my technical and ground game.

Drake Dauer: How am I supposed to survive out there against a demon so terrifyingly good with weapons, he's got a title to prove it?

Drake's look of worry quickly turns into a frown as he notices Dana giggling quite noticeably.

Drake Dauer: *brows raised* My possible death amuses you then?

Dana Dauer: What amuses me is that Mr. Durable Dragon is acting so scared? Was that really all just stuff you said to get me to fall for you after all?

Drake Dauer: Yeah, I guess it was. It worked huh?

Dana Dauer: You need to calm down and realize what I already know. Win or lose, you're gonna leave this demon or whatever knowing he was in a match with Drake effing Dauer.

Drake Dauer: *now with a grin starting to form* Well damn, when you put it like that, I guess I've gotta go beat this guy.

Dana Dauer: That's my boy. Now, hey, take this too.

She grabs his wedding ring from out of his duffel bag and slips it onto a piece of thread before putting it around Drake's neck.

Drake Dauer: What's this for? You proposing to me? Cause this is a really bad time and we're already married.

Dana Dauer: Of course we are, that's why you've gotta wear that for two reasons. One, is well, for good luck. *she smiles at him before quickly turning serious* Two is, well what's your finisher's name again?

Drake Dauer: *grinning* THE DOUBLE D RIGHT TO THE FACE OF COURSE

Dana Dauer: Right, well if you're gonna be going around telling half naked men that you're going to be giving them Double D's to the face for the rest of your career, at least wear that during your matches to keep me reassured about our marital status.

She kisses the begaffled Drake Dauer before shoving him out the car door so he can get to his match.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The kids got promise!
	The kid debuts tonight!

Tyler Rose vs Samuel Silverstein

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a match!
	Oh GOD DAMMIT!!!!!!

Golden looks around the arena.. At the packed crowd, soaking in all the hate and Venum they have for him.

Tre Golden: By looking at this crowd it seems that you're quite surprised that I made it tonight…. I bet you all thought that Golden was going to sit home and lick his wounds and recover until my match at Wrestlution X.

Tre Golden: But that ain't my style, I got something to get off my chest, and you can sit right there and listen, or pretend to listen, frankly I don't really care, you admiration is worthless when you cheer this trainwreck.

Tre Golden: Not like Leonhart, who isn't very smart mind you, I mean At least Parker Stevens had the brains to stay gone after we kicked his ass from corner to post, how long has he been gone? Two months? Three years? Eh not like anyone cares anyways. Oh wait he got beat last week didn't he? In a random handed out title shot….

The boos in the crowd continue to grow in the building.

Tre Golden:but no not big tough Leon. Leon is like that little itch you just can't scratch, Y’Know? that little cockroach who won't stay dead.

Tre Golden: Guys like Leonhart, they can't let you have your shine, they have to have every little moment in the spotlight, to steal the shine from the men who work their asses off to just have an over the hill wrestler who just might break their hip rush in and be slotted over us, for us to work hard and then have it spat on by part timers who only care to come back when it's time for that sweet Wrestlelution check.

Tre Golden: Men that spout nonsense about hurting people. They say they've done it and seen it all, but refuse to step aside to the young wolves, and force us to crush their throats. Call me salty, but fight me, stop talking and have the balls to lace it up and fight…. No you'll look down from your crumbling ivory tower. And scoff at me and say I'm not ready, the same ol’ record.

Tre Golden: Oh and when they slither back, I'm just expected to drop to my knees (Golden Drops to his knees and puts his hands over the mic in a pleading pose) and say oh thank you kind Mr. Nate Ortiz for gracing me with your precense, and I really appreciate the scraps you're giving me Mr. Blake Majin. Oh yes Mr. jones, you deserve that high profile match you just walked into.

Tre Golden: FLUFF that, I'm not gonna sit around here and stroke off sensations pets, He clutches so the past so firmly to his chest, he leaves his arms to full to receive the future. I want it and I will take it. Period.

Tre Golden: I'm gonna take what I want, when I want it, and let these has beens, try to stop me. 

Tre Golden: Hell, I'm gonna say that there was no such thing as a Golden Era, until I arrived!

Tre Golden: Consider this a notice, if you are in the hall of fame, your days are numbered…. The first victims are Leon-

Tre’s microphone cuts out at the camera pans to the titan(but he really means X-tron). Leonheart appears on screen. He looks like he’s in his private limo being driven to the arena by his well paid driver. Leon is sat yawning until the cameraman nods to Leon that he is live.

Leonheart: “Wait, I’m live?” That means Tre can see me right?”

Leonheart looks straight into the camera.

Leonheart: “Hey Tre, I thought kicking you in the head last week would have knocked some sense into you but I guess I was wrong.”

Tre Golden not happy that his microphone isn’t working shouts at Scaggs and Al Poling to pass him another.

Leonheart: “I get it, you’re trying to make a name for yourself here along with your Ragnarok buddies. I mean you guys took out that trailer park trash scumbag Parker. You’re the real deal right?”

Tre not having a microphone shouts out. “You bet your ass I am!”

Leonheart: “Then you sabotaged my match with Smythe, you guys beat the crap out of me. I mean I have to give you guys credit when you sent that cage up with Smythe on it. I mean that was genius.” 

Leonheart: “The one mistake Ragnarok made was when you chose to attack me. Do you think I was just going to let bygones be bygones?”

Tre Golden is finally passed a microphone that works.

Tre Golden: “That’s exactly what you should have done leo
hart!”

Leonheart: “It’s Leonheart you uneducated moron!”

Tre Golden: “Do you think I give two dookieshoes? Bottom line Leon, is yes you should have let this go. You should have stayed gone and joined Parker Stevens in a retirement home because you guys don’t belong here anymore. This isn’t 2007, it isn’t 2012 and this isn’t the Leonheart, parker Stevens or Smythe Dawonder era anymore! This is the Ragnarok Era!”

Leonheart: “I am sure if you say his name anymore times it won't be me you have to worry about. In fact is that him passing us just now on that bike of his?”

Tre Golden goes quiet. A bored look comes across his face. 

Leonheart: “I be careful if I was you.”

Tre Golden: “Shut up Leo. Do you think I am scared of him, do you think I am scared of you. Do you think I am scared of any of you golden boy legends? Hell naw. The best part about our match at Wrestlelution ten is the fact you and Smythe have to work together. You guys are going to self destruct. Me and Nathan are going to tear you old washed up…

Leon cuts Tre off.

Leonheart: “Speaking of Nathan where is he?”

Tre Golden looks around before looking back at Leon to answer.

Leonheart: “You don’t know do you?”

Tre Golden: “Probably another Mandingo Party.” 

Leonheart: “Last week he sure left you pretty quick when I came out there and kicked you right in that head. That’s some partner you got there.”

Tre Golden: FLUFF you Leon, I know what you’re trying to do?”

Leonheart: “Hey I am just saying Nathan could have saved you last week but he chose to run away. I think if there is any team that is going to self destruct come Sunday.”

Leonheart: “It’s going to be yours, so I wouldn't worry about me and Smythe because with or without him. I am going to beat the pair of you this Sunday!”

Tre Golden is about to talk but once again his microphone cuts out. He starts to get annoyed.

Leonheart: “Tonight I take on Versus in the main event, a man that helped me to where I got today and tonight we are going to put on a classic.

Leonheart: If you or any of your Ragnarok buddies decide that you want to get involved? You won't make it to Wrestlelution 10.

Leonheart: No, tonight the lot of you will be leaving the arena in body bags! If I were you, I would pay close attention to my match tonight and when you do, you will understand you guys made a big mistake coming after me!”

Tre Golden starts shouting… “WE’RE GOING TO FINISH YOU! THIS IS OUR ERA. NOT YOURS, OURS!”

Leonheart: “I will see you all Sunday or maybe after my match tonight if you don’t want to make it to Sunday. Guess we will have to find out won't we?”

The feed cuts out and the titan But really, seriously, XTRON.

Tre Golden: “No, have your last main event, I respect you enough to grant you that….. And I want you at your best.”

Tre Golden: “So when I leave you and smythe broken in the middle of the ring…. There will be no doubt.”

Golden exits the ring, microphone still in hand… He struts over to the commentary table, he stares at the duo for a moment before beaning Scaggs hard in the face with the mic. He chuckles and exits as Black Friday by Kendrick Lamar begins to play.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That kid don't know his asshole from his elbow!
	Word To Big Bird, B!

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