The match is over, the bell has rang the crowd is showing a mixture of emotions toward the outcome. Rane and Tre stop fighting outside the ring, as Nathan climbs to his feet.

Kassidy is still on the ground after the finish. Tre isn't too happy with Xander, but Xander is smiling cause he knows he's abouts to gets paid! Carter motions for a mic, and attempts to catch his breath before beginning.

Nathan Carter: "Rane! Get over here and give me a hug!"

The crowd boos as the two embrace, Tre still not too happy about this, taps Xander on the shoulder to have a few words with him.

Nathan backs off and starts talking to the bell keeper to pass him an envelope sitting by the bell. Carter takes the sealed envelope and shakes it at Rane.

Nathan Carter: "Ahhhh yesssss!!!! Here you go, sir. Now everyone is happy!"

The crowd boos them while they celebrate in the ring. Nathan eventually stops dancing around and gives a thumbs up to Rane. At that moment he grabs Tre Golden and hits him with a devestating DDT.

Nathan Carter: "I lied about coming to terms with my loss at Wrestlution! You disgust me, Tre!"

Kass is now getting back to his feet, and has noticed Tre hitting the ground. Admittedly, he is confused, but quickly catches on. Nathan begins to pace the ring, as even the crowd is confused.

Nathan Carter: "I put trust in you, and I had clearly made a mistake. However, that wasn't the only mistake I have made."

The crowd is still confused, but is set into a frenzy when Nathan Super Kicks Kassidy, sending him back down to the canvas.

The crowd goes nuts! Nathan and Xander both look at the fallen men in the ring. Xander is just as confused as everyone else now.

Nathan Carter: "But the biggest mistake of all, was trusting you."

The crowd goes apeshit! Nathan kicks both Tre and Kassidy out of the ring.

Nathan Carter: "You have your envelope, and I have my Number One Contendership. This is where we part ways, my friend. You go do your thing, and I'll go do mine. But Ragnarok is dead, and it died at Wrestlution. I have my prize now, you go ahead and enjoy yours."

Xander smiles and opens the envelope as Nathan begins to exit the ring. The crowd is in shock and doesn't know what to think.

Xander finally finishes opening the envelope and has an angry look on his face. He turns to scream at Carter, but is shocked to see him just standing on the apron, smiling.

Xander holds up the piece of paper that came he retrieved from the envelope and starts screaming at Nathan, and without warning, Carter launches himself from the top rope and buries his foot right in Xander's chin.

The crowd is going crazy as Nathan picks up the fallen letter. He holds it over Xander and shreds it into what seems to be, hundreds of pieces. He pulls his mic out from his tights...

Nathan Carter: "I don't need your help, I don't want your help, and I most certainly don't need to be involved with any of you. Today marks a new era in OCW, and I after I beat Drago...I'm going to dismantle every single one of you."

Nathan removes himself from hovering over Rane and climbs the turnbuckle.

Nathan Carter: "My name is Nathan Carter, and this has been YOUR Pleasure!"

Nathan climbs down and out of the ring, as the crowd cheers! He takes one look back as he is making his way up the ramp just then....
Mugen comes out with a microphone clapping at the competitors in the ring.

Mugen: Good job. Really, that was an incredible match all 4 of you did well but I think there's only one person that deserves the most credit.

Mugen starts walking down the entrance ramp closer to the ring.

Mugen: And that person........is me. For putting together this match. Thank you, thank you.

Mugen starts waving to the crowd.

Mugen: Anyway as promised, the winner of this match gets a prize. A shot at the North American Championship. Wait a second.....

Mugen puts his hand up to his chin and starts to "think" for a second.

Mugen: You know what, I royally screwed that one up.

Mugen: What I should have made clear earlier tonight is that, you get a match with Drago..............and if you were to win that match, THEN you get a shot at the North American Championship.

Mugen starts laughing as the Nathan Carter is clearly Irate "what's happening here?".

Mugen: And if the first member doesn't succeed, well....try harder! Good luck kids!

Mugen turns the microphone off as he walks back up the entrance ramp. With Nathan Carter charging back up the ramp! While Xander rane is still in the ring.....

The Camera Pans To The Crowd!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	HOLY ####
	YEA YEA, GET HIM!!!!

The scene opens to 1800 Peachtree Street Atlanta, Georgia otherwise known as “Symphony Tower” of the Midtown District. The 41 story, nearly all glass skyscraper, which has set itself apart in the Atlanta skyline by its sheer size and majesty is home to the blue chip Law Offices of Greenberg and Gruenberg.

Being widely renown as a full service, International firm with reach far and wide its influence,branches, and clients ranging the geographical spectrum of The United States, Europe, Asia and even The Middle East, catapults itself to the upper echelon of global firms with an estimated 650 million plus in annual income.

But perhaps the Law Office is most infamously known for one of its founding fathers’,Ira Greenberg’s checkered past as legal representation of notorious clients the ilk of Herschel Dunny, Mez Murdock, Omar Gibbs and Felicia Ann-Cruz Escobar.

In fact many, if not all of his colleagues would seek to declare Mr.Greenberg’s choices of council and legal representation as a travesty to their professional code of ethics, but none could deny either his effectiveness or efficiency in this rather unique criminal niche.

The A-Team’s, attorney’s aura of arrogance, cockiness and clout are carried in the numerous accolades of an attire consisting of Armani Suits, “Roberto Cavalli” ties and “Rolex” watches. But, despite Ira’s professional prowess he undoubtedly has his psychical shortcomings in a slightly receding hairline and the ever rounding midsection of midlife .

Business is anything but usual these after midnight hours of Monday, May 9th as the past 2 years of unwavering, ethical, enterprise exit despite any rational discussion or deliberation there is just no denying Dunny.

Sat opposed the law practicing professional Ira Greenberg in an exquisite black and white “William Westmancott” Bespoke suit is the man Online Championship Wrestling has come to know as “The Messenger”. The Purge’s herald, and its most mysterious if not dangerous adherent.

However what disturbingly,distinguishes Damian Dark from present parties would be the elaborate purple and blue luchador mask and the piercing eyes that gaze behind it.

Damian Dark: Allow me to introduce myself… I am Damian Dark, I am The Solution ’s Messenger; and I come to you… with what else, but a message.

Ira needs neither his intuition nor his intellect to come to a calculated, conclusion as to which of his clients are of interest to this character with this after hours consultation.

As any attorney with any aptitude would, Greeny assesses and approaches the proposition with apprehension.

Mr.Greenberg: No taps?

Mr.Greenberg: No wires?

Greeny continues to gauge his guest with guarded guile.

Mr.Greenberg: I know I don’t have attorney client privilege here and I already have F.B.I. halfway up my ass again after Herschel went “Hannibal” at Wrestlution.

Dark peers from behind his mask, although it hides his face, it doesn't hide the malicious aura that he exudes.

Damian Dark: The Voice may deal in schemes and intrigue, The Messenger is more direct.

He places a briefcase on the desk between them with authority.

Damian Dark: If I wanted to take your face, I'd be wearing it.

Reluctantly realizing there is no recourse or resolve but to be to attend to the A-Teams’ affairs as their attorney, Greeny puts his principles to pasture and moves forward with the proceedings pushing past his paranoia.

Mr.Greenberg: I always represent my clients and most importantly, I always represent their best interests.

Mr.Greenberg: And as I am sure you are aware my clients best interests have always been and always will be business.

Damian Dark: My Message is clear, The Purge requires a payment to be paid in OUR currency, and we will compensate them accordingly.

The click of the briefcase opening pierces the tension by revealing its contents.

Damian Dark: GREEN for RED.

Greenberg's eyes widen at the amount of money in the suitcase as he reaches out to accept, Dark snaps the briefcase shut.

Mr.Greenberg: Fair enough...

Mr.Greenberg: What are your terms?

Mr.Greenberg: Your boss knows he will get the results or he wouldn’t be hiring the best.

Dark smiles, but not the smile of a man who has triumphed in a business negotiations; but the smile of a predator who had just lured his next meal into his lair.

Damian Dark: GREEN for RED, there are two names at the bottom of your precious money. Those names WILL be taken care of, and when they are. Another briefcase will be waiting.

Mr.Greenberg: We can call this the retainer fee, and you can inform The Solution that his purchase has been insured.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What the hell is he up to?
	He already said Green or Red, Stupid!

The camera fades in to the sight of Tobin Frost at the locker room organizing his belongings. He takes a deep breath and closes the locker shut. He turns around to notice OCW's resident hunter and North American champion, Drago Cesar, leaning against a wall.

Tobin Frost: Seems we have a match tonight.

Drago nods.

Drago Cesar: Seem we do.

Drago gets off the wall and takes a step towards Tobin.

Drago Cesar: I owe you one after you save me from the Buff Ness Monster.

Tobin remains silent at the mention of his brother. Drago frowns, realizing that it probably wasn't the best topic to bring up.

Drago Cesar: Hey, I'm just wanted to wish you the good luck, since it is pretty hard to get out of this net.....

Drago smiles a bit as he pulls out The Net from his vest pocket and shows it to Tobin, who lets out a slight chuckle.

Tobin Frost: As much as I appreciate the gesture, don't think I won't treat you like you're The Monster or Sean. If I have to, I won't hesitate to break you tonight. There may have been a time before where we'd be singing songs and sipping tea before a match but no more. I'm going to do what I have to do Drago.

Drago's taken aback at Tobin's harsh statement.

Drago Cesar: This isn't path for you, my friend. I'm understand what happen with your family and everything, but this dark side......is not healthy.

Tobin steps up to Drago face-to-face.

Tobin Frost: What the hell do you know about where I've been and my "dark side"? This is the Savage Era, and I might as well embrace it! This is what they've all wanted since I got here. Sean tried to bring it out in me as a rookie, Cody tried last year, as did Trance and his family. What you you know anyway you're just some goofy hunter.

Drago scoffs at Tobin.

Drago Cesar: Goofy hunter? You know what I'm was years ago? Soldier, in Serbian military! I'm went to WAR! I saw what no man should have seen......

Drago's hand frantically goes into one of his vest pockets and he pulls out a rusty dog tag. He shows it to Tobin. His voice starts to shake a little.

Drago Cesar: See this? This was my best friend back in my home country. You want to know where he is now?

Tobin remains silent as he glares at Drago. The hunter's voice lowers.

Drago Cesar: .....gone.

Drago closes his eyes and shakes his head as he returns the dog tag back to his vest pocket.

Drago Cesar: Family didn't want me back home either.......said being soldier was shame on them even though I just wanted to defend my homeland, make it proud. So that why I'm come here.

Drago Cesar: To make it something of myself. I could have been like everyone else here, a "savage". But I'm not. And you should not be. You are good man, Tobin. Don't want to see you continue this way...... See you in ring.

Drago walks off as Tobin watches.

Tobin Frost: Yeah......See you.

The feed fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Powerful stuff.
	:(

The Xtron Flickers On!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh boy!
	Shuggabooogah

We pan into The Artist and De La Rhyme conversing in a backstage hallway. Buddy Burns and YSL look reasonably upset over The Artist's actions in court.

ARTIST: Now guys listen, that lawyer and Judge were breathing down The Artists neck. He had NO CHOICE!

BUDDY: NO CHOICE DEEZ NUTZ!

YSL: Calm down Buddy, maybe it was just a slip, Artist had just been dropped on his head... off a ladder... and Black Racked. We just gotta get our stories straight...

Before YSL can finish Solomon Goldstein waves to The Artist from the other end of the hallway.

YSL: IS THAT THE LAWYER SUING US?!

ARTIST: Yeah, The Artist said he'd meet with him to try and work out an agreement. Hold on.

YSL and Buddy watch as The Artist swaggers over to the lawyer. When he reaches the lawyer he goes in for an elaborate handshake.

BUDDY:: YO YOU SEE THAT?! HE DAPPIN THAT LAWYER UP! HE'S SCREWING US!

YSL: ... naaah... maybe he's just trying to sweet talk him.

The Artist can be seen laughing and joking around with Goldstein and high fiving.

BUDDY: THEY HIGH FIVING! HE SCREWING US! S C R E W I N G US!

YSL: ...

The Artist takes a piece of paper from Goldstein, puts it in his pocket and shakes Goldsteins hand and returns to the partners in Rhyme.

The Artist: The Artist couldn't get him to drop charges BUT he has prepared a list of some of the best legal council around!

The Artist pulls the very same piece of paper out of his pocket, before he can begin YSL slaps the paper out of his hand.

YSL: LEGAL COUNCIL DEEZ NUTZ!

BUDDY: YEAH WE'RE GUNNA GET OUR OWN LAWYER! A WRESTLING LAWYER!

YSL: YEAH!

RHYME TYME storms off leaving The Artist confused.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The legal pressure continues to mount!
	Someone gonna get sued in this piece!

Leonheart vs The Monster

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Good heavens the height of that!
	This feels like it's only just begun!

The scene opens in the arena canteen, slumped in the corner is a lone figure, his hair dragged down over his face, an eyepatch with a hole in it over his right eye,a bandanna tied around his face, covering the lower half of his face, his ripped shirt hanging open, revealing bandages that wrap around his entire upper torso and left shoulder , the man has clearly recently been in a war, empty shot sized bottle of rum littered all around, the man seems a little worse for wear.

3 people walk into the canteen and can be revealed to be Crowe , Rose and Connie.

Crowe : Not again....everyday, EVERY day since Lution you've been a drunken mess, you haven't spoken to any of us, have barely eaten...have you even slept?

Crowe : And why the hell are you wearing an eyepatch with an eyehole in it?

Crossbones : So I can see, idiot.

Crowe : That defeats the entire point of the patch.

Crossbones raises an arm , and points at Crowe and Rose.

Crossbones : You...this whole thing lies with you 2, deserters, mutineers.....cowards.

Rose : What? How is you being in this state our fault?

Crossbones : Where were you when your captain needed you? 3 times Cesar cast me off that cell , and 3 times i got up....

Crowe : Wait..wait a minute...your voice..what has happened tot your voice? Why are you talking perfect english all of a sudden?

Crossbones : Do not interrupt me!! The mask...the Mask of Bones..I told you..it's more than a mask! Without it I'm just...plain old...[Crowe interrupts him]

Crowe : What are you talking about man?

Crossbones : I fought with every inch of my life, I virtually died in that ring, and at the point I needed my crew, you were nowhere in sight.

Rose : We were barred from ringside!! Drago's entire plan to have you fight inside the shark cage!

Crossbones : You are supposed to be pirates, fool!! The moment that cage was broken I expected you to hit the ring and keel haul that son of a bitch!! But no!! You 2 idiots, you 2 let him take my mask!!

Crowe : You are the one that got pinned.

Crossbones : It's OVER!! GET OUT!! YOU'RE DONE! FIRED!!

Crowe : Seriously? The Crew is finished over 1 little match?

Crossbones : THE crew isn't done, THIS crew is done, you 2 are done!!

Crossbones : I need a crew who will die for their captain, not clueless landlubbers like you 2!! GET OUT!!

He starts to throw empty shot glasses at them, completely missing them and smashing on the canteen wall behind them.

Crowe : Come on James, this isn't worth the hassle, look at him, he's done..he has an eyepatch with an eyehole for god sake, come on Connie, let's go.

Crossbones : Connie stays.

Rose : Oh, she isn't fired, why does she still get to stay?

Crossbones : Does either of you have breasts? No? Then GET OUT!!

He throws more bottles, this time one hits Rose on the shoulder.

Rose : *beep* this, let's roll, he was a crappy captain anyway, no treasure , no adventure, just obsessed wit hthat bloody 'legend continues' crap.

Crowe removes his flag cape from around his shoulders and throws it at Crossbones and the 2 men turn and leave the scene, as Connie slowly makes her way over and takes a seat next to her captain as the scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	ARRRRRGGGGHHH
	BOOOTY!!

Majin vs Matsuda

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Well I will be a monkeys bare ass uncle!
	What?

No specific group theme plays, no special group logo flashes on the X-Tron, just the savage darkness that awaits us all. An image finally flickers in showing Sean McGee, The Monster, Tiberius Dupree and OCW Legend RD Money at what seems to be a nearby cemetery.

It happens to be the same graveyard where the soul of Ace Angel was buried at the beginning on the season by The Monster and Sean McGee. The 4 former World Heavyweight Champions stand on the damp soil where a slew of fresh graves have been dug. A slight drizzle begins to fall and the wind carries them the scent of victory.

RD Money: The only mutt worth a damn, is a buried mutt.

McGee: The Undertoker can rest his sorry ass in pieces.

The Monster: Here lies the compassion and virtue of one Tobin Frost.

Dupree: Condolences to anyone who wanted to eat Ryu’s lunch.

The camera pans to show a tombstone for The Steve, Tobin Frost and Ryu Matsumoto’s lunch along with every person who lost at Wrestlution 10.

Nathan Carter and Tre Golden share a gravestone while Mr. Sensation’s grave is marked with a sensational stick in the mud. Oddly enough it looks as if somebody buried and re-buried the grave of Crossbones multiple times.

Dupree: I still think they should’ve been cremated alive, we all know failure burns twice as fast.

RD Money: Suffering mutts get no pity son.

Dupree: Nonetheless we wen't out there and grabbed Wrestlution by the throat...squeezed and squeezed till it's eyes popped out it's freaking skull.

Dupree: Then we played kick the freaking eyeballs until the world saw exactly what it meant to be a savage.

The Monster: To see it is one thing, to feel it, something entirely different. The strangulation of Wrestlution turned into the genesis of what will assuredly be a new Tobin Frost.

Sean turns and looks directly into the soul of the audience.

McGee: For those of you who thought " The SAVAGE ERA ".... MY ERA was done. Think again ...Business is about to pick up and none of you bums are safe!

RD Money: No mercy for mutts!!!

The camera fades to black after those choice words.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Just when I thought it was over!
	YES!!!

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