* K.Dangelo stands in the backyard with a plastic cup of cranberry juice. He walks around then stops . He looks at the sunset and starts laughing.

He then sits down on his lawn seat ,leans back and starts thinking back on his eight year career and frowns and downfalls.

He thinks about all the partners that turned their backs on him . He think on all of the short title reigns . He remembers on how so many wanted him to quit and fail.

How GM after GM they changed the rules of the game to make it impossible for him to win or succeed.

Also how a tyrant of a owner constantly ridiculed him and publicly tried to embarrass him every chance he got.

How he felt that if he wasn't in the inner circle , he had no input on the business.

But realized in three eras of of champions , beasts, legends and sissies he stayed on top of his game.

How no matter how short his title reigns were , they were still longer than Parker's bastard son Raze . Time after time the devil's , euros and bustas tried , he still can smile and relax.

Now onto Lution where so many guys will be fighting their little sissy hearts out.

Some for titles , others for pride or revenge . He'll be sitting at the entrance to the garden drinking juice. He knows their is a storm on the horizon and few will still be there.

* The clouds above start to get dark and thunder cracks the skies . K.Dangelo tips his hat , grins as the rain falls *

K.Dangelo : It's harvest time !

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The Big Man is all dressed up with no where to go!
	You never know, b! you never know!

Rhyme Grips is sitting backstage thinking of new and obscene ways to spend their millions of dongs.

Buddy: What if I buy gold plated eyelid covers.

Y.S.L: Nah b, what we gotta have, is a diamond studded Eyebrow Guards.

Buddy: How about platinum studded set of DEEZ NUTZ.

Y.S.L: YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

A man in a Rhyme Tyme, Ninja Please T-Shirt walks up to the two.

Man: Hey guys are you really Rhyme Tyme?

Buddy: Of course you want an autograph?

Man: No man you been served.

The man hands the two of them subpoenas. Buddy and YSL look at each other bewildered as hell when the man walks away.

Buddy: Served?! Man, we ain’t in a dance battle son?

Y.S.L: Nah B! We getting sued or something! Lemme open this.

Y.S.L opens up the envelope and starts to flip out. He grabs Buddy by the shoulders.

Y.S.L: Son! Get THE ARTIST on the phone!

The scene fades out

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh snap!
	Ya'll better have Stormbergstein on retainer!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp

Majin hops down off the turnbuckle as the sold out arena is in a frenzy. Majin looks out over the crowd, down to the Ex. Division Championship, then over towards the still motionless Matsuda.

A slow devilish smile slowly starts to show on his face. Majin swings the Ex. Title up onto his shoulder and begins to walk towards Matsuda. When Majin reaches him, he stops.

He reaches into his front pants pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Majin takes a cigarette from the pack, lights it, and puts the pack and lighter back into his pocket.

Majin takes a long drag from his cigarette, holds, then exhales through his nose. He then steps over Matsuda, straddling him.

Majin drops straight down with his knees coming to a stop on Matsudas arms, sitting on his chest, pinning him down to the mat, preventing him from moving.

Majin just smiles, a demented look on his face, as he stares down at Matsuda. Majin then reaches over and picks up the mic Matsuda had dropped in the ring. He hits his cigarette one more time then raises the mic.

Majin- "Matsuda, Matsuda,...MATSUDA."

Majins head twitches. He rolls his head from side to side popping his neck.

Majin- "Matsuda,...you wanted my attention? Well,...you got it."

Majin hits his cigarette. He inhales, holds for a moment, then exhales through his nose.

Majin- "You say you know me, Matsuda? That youve seen all my work? Youve seen all of my matches? You know my story? My,...history?"

Majin pauses for a moment, his breathing noticeably growing faster and heavier.

Majin- "You say you know all of this,....yet you STILL thought it would be a good idea to attack me from behind last week with steel chair?"

Majin smiles as he slowly begins to shake his head 'No'.

Majin- "Did you really think that would be the wisest thing you should do?"

Majin faintly laughs to himself.

Majin- "You see,...Matsuda,...you were wrong last week.

Majin- You say I dont know who you are? Oh,...Matsuda,...I know who you are. I know what youve done here in OCW.

Majin- I know of all of your accomplishments. I know more about you than you think I do.

Majin- You see,...Matsuda,...your name was whispered more times than once into my ear over the years while I was gone.

Majin- I've done my homework. I,...KNOW,...about your little obsession with me. Your little,...fixation. I KNOW youve wanted me for years.

Majin- Well,...Matsuda,...you wanna play?"

Majin pauses to hit his cigarette.

He takes a long, deep drag and holds. The sinister smile slowly starts to show on his face again.

Majin then lowly leans forward and gets right in Matsudas face. He then slowly begins to blow a thick cloud of smoke into Matsudas face.

Majin laughs to himself. He then whispers to Matsuda:

Majin- "Here i am. Lets,...play."

Majin smiles. 

Majin- "And since you already know oh, so much about me,...Matsuda,...im guessing I dont need to tell you that I dont,...play well,...with others."

Majin again laughs to himself. He then sets back up and slowly and softly begins to pat Matsuda on his cheek.

Majin- "And even though you know who I am, let me remind you..."

Majin looks up towards the rampway at the top of the stage.

Majin- "...and everyone in the back, just who I am. I am a former OCW World Heavyweight Champion. I am a former 4 time OCW Tag Team Champion. I am a former 2 time OCW Hardcore Champion. And,...Matsuda,..."

Majin smiles as he slowly reaches over and begins to pat the OCW Ex. Division Title draped over his shoulder.

Majin- "...I am a former OCW Ex. Division Champion."

Majins head twitches. His eyes get wide for a split second as a sick, sadistic smile quickly flashes across his face.

Majin- "Matsuda,... you wanna play? Lets play. This Sunday, at Wrestlution, an 'In the mind of Majin' match."

Majin smiles.

Majin- "Chaos. No rules. No disqualifications. No count outs. Falls count any where.

Majin- You wanna... know...what its like to be inside MY mind? Well,...Matsuda,...this Sunday..."

Majin pauses and smiles. He then slightly leans forward and whispers to Matsuda:

Majin- "...Ill SHOW you."

Majin smiles and laughs to himself as he sets back up. He hits his cigarette again. He inhales, then exhales through his nose.

Majin then looks at his cigarette, then back to Matsuda.

Majin- "Ya know, Matsuda. Youre right. This IS a nasty habit."

The sinister grin slowly starts to form again.

Majin- "Let me give you a little something to hold you over till this Sunday.

Majin- A little something to tide your,...fixation.Your,...obsession. Something to keep me in,... YOUR,... mind."

Majin takes his cigarette and slowly starts to move it towards Matsudas eye. He gets so close that we can see Majins nose twitch at the smell of singed eyelashes.

Majin smiles, holding his cigarette just millimeters away from Matsudas eyeball, then stops. He then slowly begins to move his cigarette just inches away from Matsudas face, tracing and outlining his facial features, then moves down Matsudas neck, down to his chest.

Majin then slowly takes his cigarette and puts it out into the middle of Matsudas chest. Matsuda instinctively begins to writhe in pain, unable to move with the weight of Majin on top of him.

Majin only smiles and chuckles to himself. Majin then reaches over and pushes the Ex. Division Title off of his shoulder onto the mat.

Majin stares at Matsuda with a deranged look in his eye for a moment, then in one fluid motion, Majin reaches down and wraps his arm around the back of Matsudas head. Majin then rolls and stands, pulling Matsuda up with him at the same time.

Majin stands with Matsudas head tucked under his arm. Majin looks out over the crowd and with his free hand thats holding the mic, Majin motions a 'belt' around his waist.

Majin then falls straight back onto the mat, DDTing Matsuda face first onto the Ex. Division Title. Majin rolls to his knees and smiles.

He looks over towards the motionless Matsuda who now has a puddle of blood slowly starting to form under his head onto the Ex. Title.

Majin smiles. He reaches over and runs his hand across the Title, getting blood on his fingers. Majin then raises his hand to his mouth and licks the blood off. Majin raises the mic again.

Majin- "Matsuda,...everyone in the back,...welcome to my mind!"

Majin then tosses the mic towards Matsudas head and it bounces off the mat with a thud. Majin then lays down and rolls out of the ring.

As Majin reaches the rampway, he turns and starts walking backwards up the ramp, never taking his eyes off of Matsuda in the ring. In the ring, Matsuda slowly begins to move.

He rolls over onto his side, blood streaming down his face and dripping from his chin, and looks up towards the ramp at Majin. The two lock eyes as Majin walks up the ramp backwards. Slowly, Matsudas mouth begins to twist into a sinister smile of his own.

Matsuda, despite the fact of being in serious pain, suddenly starts to laugh. Majin slowly smiles and slowly starts to nod his head 'Yes'.

The two do not take their eyes off of each other, in a sadistic stare down, until Majin reaches the top of the stage area where he then turns and disappears into the back.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like the dance is on!
	This is shaping up to be the BEST Wrestlution like EVER!

Hardcore championship
Arnerd vs Drake Dauer

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Did he just take The Matsuda/Dennis Entrance?
	That boy ain't got no kind of shame!

We return from a commercial break to find OCW World Heavyweight Champion Paul Pugh standing in the centre of the ring, preparing the address the Riot crowd. The World Title rests across his shoulder and is glistening under the hot lights of the rigs. The capacity crowd is showing their displeasure for the villainous Champion.

Pugh: Hell of an era huh... what was it... nearly two months right?

He grins and pats the title belt

Pugh: You see what Sean and his savages fail to realise that two months does not an era make... no no no... While you tried to name it the Savage Era - the truth was looking you right in the face... this was never the Savage Era... this was... No - this is... The AGE OF EGO.

The fans boo

Pugh: It was the Age of Ego when I won this title in July 2013 and it'll remain the Age of Ego until I decide otherwise... You got that?

The people boo him again as he grins

Pugh: Boo away knuckle draggers. I see you all out there, overweight, loud, poor... look at you all. You're pathetic! You should be honored that I choose to share the greatest accomplishment in the history of Professional Wrestling with you... and I'm not talking about this.

He shakes his head and drops the World Title to the ground

Pugh: I don't mean last week - Me winning was not a shock - I'm the rightful Champion, it was always mine... No! I'm talking about this coming Sunday... Wrestlution 10... the day where I finally realise my destiny.

He picks up the title again

Pugh: Nate you've held this title what... five? six times? You know what that means to me Nate? It means that you've lost this title four... five times. You wanna know how many times I've lost it Nate? TWICE. ANOTHER REASON... THAT I AM YOUR SUPERIOR!

The fans boo Pugh as he launches into his tirade

Pugh: Nate, on Sunday night - you'll find yourself in something of a pickle. See after the dust settles, and my hand is raised - your career... your legacy... it's gone Nate. When people talk about the best ever, they're going to talk about ME. The guy who killed Nate in Nate's very own house.

He nods his head as he becomes more intense

Pugh: The guy who took his place in history as the best of the best... the creme de la creme - the guy sitting on a throne atop a mountain of broken bodies - I will have beaten everyone who is anyone in this god forsaken company... I'LL BE AT THE SUMMIT OF THIS GOD DAMN COMPANY... THE UNOPPOSED KING OF THE WORLD... OF THIS BUSINESS. NATE ORTIZ...

He slicks his hair back and flicks the grease towards the camera

Pugh: I AM PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING.

He pauses and lowers his voice

Pugh: ...and so confident am I... that I'm giving you one last chance... at this.

He holds the title aloft as the fans erupt for the addition of the World Title to the Wrestlution main event.

Pugh: Nate, you didn't wanna sign that contract - so I'm going to up the stakes. I'm going all in - Me vs You. World Title Match. Wrestlution 10. NATE...

He dusts himself down

Pugh: I guess I'll see you at Lution... right?

Pugh's music strikes up as he holds the World Title above his head again, absorbing the atmosphere with only a few days until the biggest event in OCW history

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The stage is being set!
	Mann this is going to be HUGE!

Kwan Watts vs Nathan Carter

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Quicker than a hiccup!
	Outplayed!

The scene opens on a bathroom backstage. The sound of a shower running fill the room, with steam fogging up most of the mirrors.

The camera pans to one of the fogged mirrors as a hand reaches from off screen, wiping a window through the haze. The angry visage of The One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, stares back at himself.

A gooey cocktail of simulated magma, coconut milk and blood sit atop his head, his very own version of Viserys’ crown for a king, courtesy of Khal Versus.

Bobby Minio: No.

He is seething now, his eyes burning a hole through his own reflection.

Bobby Minio: No more. NO.

His hands, which were locked onto the countertop in a death grip, move slowly up to his head. Violently, he rips the faux-magma from his head, slamming it down into the sink resulting in a cold and wet slapping sound. He does this again, then again, his eyes never blinking.

Bobby Minio: He does NOT get away with this!

The lock with his reflections eyes finally breaks, as Minio turns on his heels, before he explodes toward the running shower.

He steps into the water and out of camera frame, with the sound of violent scrubbing echoing through the cavernous bathroom.

Bobby Minio: NO!!!

It becomes apparent that Minio has turned the water up to be even hotter, as the room fills with a thicker layer of steam.

The camera man begins to slowly back out of the room as the sound of scrubbing and the word “no” being mumbled at various levels of embarrassment and frustration, before the screen fades to the announcers.
 

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I think Bobby just lost it!
	You would too if that happend to you. That stuff is murder to get out!

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