Cameras go backstage to the loading dock of the Manhattan Center, where we see Majin sitting on the concrete floor in an open roll up bay door, back leaning against the edge of the wall, one foot resting on the floor with his knee brought up and his hand resting on it holding a cigarette, and his other foot draped over the edge of the concrete hanging over the edge of the drop off.

He has his head leaned back against the edge of the wall and door frame with his eyes closed. As we move closer, he raises his cigatte to his mouth, not opening his eyes, and takes a long drag from his cigarette.

He holds, then exhales from his nose. He then drops his arm back over his knee. Without opening his eyes he begins to speak.

Majin- "Eight years. Matsuda, last weekend at Wrestlution 10, you were my first match in OCW in 8...long...years."

Majin pauses for a moment. He then slowly hits his cigarette again. He holds for a moment then exhales through his nose. He drops his arm over his knee again and without opening his eyes continues.

Majin- "Did I win my first match back?"

Majin softly laughs to himself and slowly starts to shake his head 'No'.

Majin- "No,...Matsuda,...I didnt win my match. I might not have,...won,...my first match back. But,...Matsuda,..."

A smile slowly starts to show on Majins face. His voice gets quiet, almost a whisper.

Majin- "...I beat you."

Majin again faintly laughs to himself. He raises his arm from his knee and hits his cigarette. As he drops his arm over his knee again, he opens his eyes and stares into the camera with a deranged look in his eyes.

Majin- "You see,...Matsuda,...you may have gotten the pin fall on me,...but I beat you in that match. I showed you exactly what this old man could do,...and then some. I showed you that this old man,...after been gone for 8 years,...could STILL hang with you,..."

Majin chuckles to himself.

Majin- "...the,...'Unbeatable'...and beat you at any moment that I chose to do so."

Majin raises his cigarette again and takes a hit. He holds for a moment, staring at his cigarette, then exhales through his nose. Majin continues to look at his cigarette.

Majin- "You wanna talk about,...'bad habits',...Matsuda? Playing with your food is a,...bad habit. And thats exactly what I did with you at Wrestlution. You didnt beat me,...Matsuda. No. I beat,...myself."

Majins head twitches. His eyes get wide for a split second and a demented grin quickly flashes across his face. He laughs to himself then hits his cigarette again.

Majin- "I had you beat in that match,...Matsuda. Say what you want about it. But i know it,...YOU know it,...and everyone that was watching around the world knows it. I told you before the match, 'End it when you can. Because i wasnt going to until i was bored with you'. And,...MATSUDA,..."

Majins voice gets soft again. Almost a whisper.

Majin- "...I wasnt bored yet."

Majin laughs to himself. He raises his cigarette, takes a drag, holds, then exhales through his nose. He then flicks his cigarette butt out of the open doorway, into the night outside.

Majin- "Tonight,...Matsuda,...I show you what could have been at Wrestlution had I wanted it to happen. Tonight isnt for the Title. No."

Majin smiles a slow sinister grin.

Majin- "Tonight,...Matsuda,...after I BEAT you,...again,...I will pin you. And after the match, when you get back to the lockerroom and look into the mirror, you will know that the ONLY reason you are still the OCW Ex. Division Champion,..."

Majin softly laughs to himself again.

Majin- "...is because I...allow,...you to be."

Majin faintly laughs again. He then slides off the loading dock door to the concrete below. He takes a couple steps backwards, still looking into the camera.

Majin- "Matsuda,...welcome to my mind. Welcome to,...."

A slow deranged smile begins to show on Majins face.

Majin- "....Reality."

Majin laughs to himself again. He then turns and begins to walk away from the camera until he disappears into the shadows along the edge of the building.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like Majin is out for blood!
	Matsuda isn't afraid of Majin? He already beat the legend once!

The crowd serenades the man in the ring which chants and cries of "WHO EVEN ARE YOU?", "NOT AT LUTION!", and their seeming favorite, "RAGNASUUUUUUUUCKS!"

The rain man smiles and looks around at all of them before bringing grabbing a mic from the ring announcer and leaning in towards a section of the audience with a patronising smile on his face.

Xander: Y'know I'm gonna make a simple rebuttal to each and every one of your issues right now because while I do so enjoy the sound of your voices, you seem to all have made a common misconception.

Xander: First of all, I'm going to address your concerns backwards because I don't like your faces. Anywho, this whole 'ragnasucks' thing you're chanting at me because Leon defeated my partners in a handicap match.

Certain members of the audience stand up to laugh and point at the grinning man, who simply looks to them and seemingly grows his smile out even wider.

Xander: See now, good for Leonheart. I'm sure he's proud of himself and rightly so, a lot of guys still wouldn't of been able to take advantage of the arrogance displayed during that match.

Xander: My issue with this whole thing is that you all think I give a damn. See, now what you all don't realize is that Tre Golden, Kassidy Hayes, and Nathan Carter did not just lose their Lution matches.

Xander: They lost their Lution matches but made money anyway, and that's all. that. matters.

Wrestling fans are for the most part, a hopeful people. They try to motivate the good guys, and wish the worst of careers upon the bad guys. The problem here is, wrestlers themselves usually CARE about their status and having successful careers.

As such, imagine how it must feel to hear, as a wrestling fan, that one of these wrestlers legitimately isn't affected by the in-ring success of himself and his partners as long as they're making money?

If you've imagined it well enough, you'll understand the deafening amount of boos being received by a certain Rain Wizard at the moment.

Xander:*after tapping his wrist in mocking fashion awaiting the noise of the crowd to die down* Right then, so that's the first point addressed. I think this is going great, huh guys? Y'know what, as beautiful as your voices are, dont answer that, let's just move right on the next point.

Xander: Okay, okay, okay, so next would be your wonderful chants about how I wasn't at Lution. I'm sure you all intended for those to be amazingly witty and painful for me to hear huh? I hope you understand why they weren't by now why they weren't, if not I'm worried for you.

A few members of the audience begin to get up and leave, not standing for this belittlement any longer.

Xander: Yikes, so you're gonna yell at me for not being somewhere then walk out on me during my thing? Friggin hypocrites. Anyway, those of you who aren't idiots will have one thing on your mind by now. Even if wresling is all about money for me, why would I skip out on the Lution paycheck for myself?

After a good couple of seconds, a few members of the audience began nodding their heads, obviously having wondered this themselves, obviously.

Xander: The answer is quite the profound one. You'll all be amazed to hear this really, because I'm dropping some serious knowledge on every single one of you pathetic little people right now.

[Rane leans in close as if to whisper and the crowd, both offended and curious, do the same with their ears in his direction.

Xander: Pro Wrestling isn't the only way to make money.

After making this shocking statement, Rane jumps back and covers his mouth as he gasps in surprise, looking around and shushing the audience as if he'd just revealed the most secret of secrets.

Xander:*having finally calmed down* Don't get me wrong, this place is a good source of consistent income, and I definitely enjoy the perk of beating the crap out of people whenever they ask me to show up for a paycheck.

Xander: However, I found a simple, quick and although admittedly a short-term burst form, efficient source of income on the side. You wanna know what I was doing on Lution night so bad? I've been dog fighting.

Knowing exactly what he just said, he sat down and smiled maniacally, looking at the commotion he'd just caused. The noise was deafening.

The sight was awesome. People were up in arms, attempting to jump the barrier and have a shot at the clearly despicable man in front of them.

Shouts of disgust could be heard, and few even kept their composure enough to begin calling the authorities.

Xander:*looking straight at one woman with a phone up to her head.* You should know damn well that won't do anything. I'm a pro wrestler, for all you know, I've just said absolutely everything in the past 10 minutes to get a rise out of each and every one of you.

Xander: Now did I? Who knows besides me really? You all sure as hell don't. The authorities sure as hell don't.

Xander: And I can guarantee you they won't even bother looking into what one guy on a wrestling show said to get a reaction from the crowd. So put that phone down lady, I'm almost done.

Xander:*now standing back up and dusting his jeans off* So guys, now that I've addressed those two points of interest, the final point I'm just going to use to address Ragnarok.

Xander: What was the question, you wonderfully dumb People of the audience might be asking as you struggle to remember? Well it was "Who are you?"

Xander: The answer to that my dear friends, is I am the man who will drop out of the No. 1 contendership fatal four way between us tonight if you all hand over your lution paychecks beforehand. That's it, goodnight everybody. If everything goes well, this will be the last time you see me tonight.

"6 a.m. Christmas morning. No shadows, No reflections here. Lying cheek to cheek In your cold embrace." Kassidy comes out and takes little time getting into the ring.

Kassidy: Now that is just not going to happen Rane, but I propose something better, I’ll give you my CHAMPIONSHIP paycheck for you to stay in the match and ensure I win. You continue to get paid and I’ll continue to be the snake, slithering through opportunities that ensure my success.

Grinning as the crowd screams and let's their chants of “NO! NO! NO!” be heard, the rain wizard draws a little math in the air with his fingers before reaching out to shake Kassidy’s hand.

Xander: When you put it like that, how could I ever say no?

As the crowd continues to show their disdain for what is transpiring in the ring, Xander and Kassidy are attempting to shake hands. Before they can connect, however, up a familiar sound comes from the P.A. system, but this time almost half of the crowd is cheering!

Nathan Carter walks onto the stage and looks down to the ring at Kass and Xander. Nathan is chuckling while he makes his way down the ramp. After climbing in the ring, Nathan leans on the ropes he just rolled under.

Looking at Rane and Hayes as they stop in their tracks and keep a close eye on Nathan. The crowd is going nuts with both cheers and boos! Nathan, who already has a mic, begins to say his piece.

Nathan Carter: “Xander! It’s been awhile! I was sitting backstage, listening to the things you were saying, and I have to admit, even I am shocked! Dogfighting? Really? Crazy accusations, sitting The Big One out, and then requesting your brother’s payday?”

Crowd boos! Nathan holds his free hand in the air, the crowd slowly simmers.

Nathan Carter: “It’s an odd thing to ask for. I did poorly at Wrestlution X. I didn’t get paid that much.”

The crowd cheers, making Nathan cringe.

Nathan Carter: “OH, eat it up. That’s the last time DOOKIE like THAT goes down! It’s not like I need the money though, I do own one of the finest, risque clubs here in New York. And I don’t get in this ring for money. I get in it for pain, and pleasure!”

Nathan Carter: “Now, Tre and I lost at WLX, but I can come to terms with that. Kassidy, failed to capture his Turmoil World title back, that I can come to terms with.

Nathan Carter: Tre was arrogant in our match against Leon, I can come to terms with that. All of us now being tossed into the ring, to compete for an opportunity to face the UNDEFEATED Drago?!” The crowd goes nuts! “I can most definitely come to terms with that. However, you out here begging for money, offering up the match in return, I CANNOT come to terms with that!”

The crowd cheers wildly, Rane and Kassidy look at each other.

Nathan Carter: “Especially when I have more money than I know what to do with.”

The crowd boos!

Nathan Carter: “So you think about that, going into tonight’s match. I’ll see both of you later.”

Nathan drops the mic and rolls out of the ring, leaving Xander and Kassidy confused.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Who would have known that Xander Rane is a master manipulator! I sense Ragnarok Implodes tonight!
	You are full of bolongy and Trash, Charles!

The Xtron Flickers On!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	HAHAHAHAH
	This is awful!

The camera cuts to the OCW News Desk. Stacy Clark is sitting at the desk with a stack of papers in front of her. She straightens out the papers and begins.

STACY: Good evening ladies and gentlemen of OCW, I bring to you a special investigative report on the most mysterious member of The Purge, the new force in OCW.

STACY: While the stable has been primarily comprised of established stars here in OCW, Mugen, Bobby Minio, and Dimsmore; the final member is something of an Enigma.

STACY: OCW's reporting staff has done an investigation and have discovered the identity of this superstar. I send it to our Spanish colleague Jimenez Negro in Mexico City for details.

The screen splits into two square sections, with the left hand picture being Stacy, labeled "Manhattan Center, New York City" and the right hand labeled "Tijuana Center, Mexico City".

Jimenez appears to be sitting at a rotted out office desk in a run down garage.

NEGRO: Ehhhhh, hola Stacy. This iz Jimenez Negro, reporting for OCWfed News.

STACY: We understand that in your investigation you've uncovered the identity of The Messenger?

NEGRO: Ehhhh Si.

STACY: [annoyed] Do you mind sharing?

NEGRO: OH, si. He is Damien Dark.

Stacy shakes her head and motions for the feed to be cut, the screen returns to just showing her.

STACY: Yes Damien Dark, an American born wrestler who made his name in Mexico. Dark made a name for himself wrestling in Lucha de Apuestas matches. Becoming somewhat of a specialist.

STACY: For those at home, Lucha de Apuestas matches are matches in which wrestlers wager hair or masks against one another.

STACY: Dark would earn the call name "Ladrón de Caras" or The Face Snatcher, even going so far as to wear the masks of his victims to the ring.

STACY: After his dominant stint in Mexico, Dark would wrestle in Battlegate where he would be discovered by Mugen and ultimately signed at his request.

STACY: We've seen Dark's viciousness a few weeks ago, will he find a match here in OCW? Or will the Face Snatcher add more faces to his collection?

STACY: This is Stacy Clark signing off for OCW.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	An interesting development!
	It's a good thing I care greatly!

The Messanger vs Dorian Arnaud

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What the!!!!!!
	BAW GAWDZ

The cameras start rolling with Tre Golden as he is seen exiting the parking lot area and walking into the halls of the arena. As he goes towards the locker room area a familiar voice off camera speaks up....

Voice: Mr. Golden

Tre spins around quickly to see that it is none other than President and Lead Agent of the C4 Sports Agency, Duayne Hobbs. Hobbs comes out of the shadows that he was standing in like a super villain.

Hobbs: I was wondering when I would hear from you after I gave you my card months ago.

Tre: Well you know, I had some other things working for me at the time.

Hobbs: Regretting those "things" now a bit I assume?

Tre is silent as he looks at Hobbs sternly.

Hobbs: Your silence is all the answer I need. Ragnarok was the flavor of the month. Pretty good flavor at that too though. But as we saw at Wrestlution, even the flavor of the month spoils eventually.

Tre: I called you to see if there is something we could work on. A business relationship of sorts. I didn't come here to get insul.....

Hobbs: If you called me to hear me praise you and kiss your ass then you called the wrong person. If you want me to fix the mistakes that you have made in the past few months, then you listen to me from now on. Do we have an understanding?

Tre looks at Hobbs sternly and nods.

Hobbs: Fantastic. We will be in touch to discuss the details. Welcome home.

Hobbs extends his hand out. Tre looks down at it for a second and goes in with a firm handshake. The scene fades out to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hmmmm
	That's right Tre!!!! Go for the smart money!!!!

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