Parker removes a cigar and a note from his left pocket , his signature Monticristo no.4 brand, he bites the end off it and spits it at Kwan's face, Kwan squirms as he is trying to break free, but Parker just forces more of his weight down on the chair, slowing cutting off Kwan's airway, forcing him to lay still.

He takes his lighter from his other pocket and with a long, slow toke, he lights up, takes a few more tokes, and exhales long and hard into the air.

Parker : Relax big guy, we gonna be here a hot minute.

He unfolds the piece of paper in his hands, takes a quick scan of the paper, and rips it in two.

He clears his throat, and begins to read off the paper.

Parker : Ladies and gentlemen...Parker Stevens is a 2x Hardcore Champion.

The crowd begin to boo loudly

'Parker Stevens is a 1x Pride champion.'

He takes another toke of his cigar.

'Parker Stevens is a 1x North American Champion'

He exhales the smoke directly into Kwan's face, stinging his eyes, and enraging the trapped giant, who begins again to squirm and try and free himself, Parker again puts more pressure on the chair until Kwan almost goes limp, then he eases off.

Parker : I'm sorry...you're right, that was rude' I promise I won't do it again

He cracks a sly smirk

'Parker Stevens is a 1x TV champion'

'Parker Stevens is the first ever , EVER OCW Elimination Chamber winner'

He leans forward and taps the middle of the cigar, some of the hot, smoldering ash falls to the mat, narrowly missing Kwan's face.

'Parker Stevens won the OCW Universe Sweetest Finisher 2013 award'

A few small chants of 'Truth Siren' and 'Woop Woop' break out.

'Parker Stevens won Best Wrestler and Wrestler of the Year 2013'

'Parker Stevens is the 2012 Future Investment winner'

'Parker Stevens is a 2x OCW World Heavyweight champion'

The crowd boo loudly, and a few 'You screwed Sean' chants can be heard from small sections of the crowd.

He scumples the piece of paper up into a ball and tosses it out of the ring, he then unfolds the other piece of paper, takes a few more tokes on his cigar before bursting out laughing hysterically

After a few minutes he regains his composure and begins to read.

Parker : Kwan Watts.....sings his own theme song.

Parker : AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.

Parker : Let me give you a little history lesson Kwan Watts, a little advice..go back to the OCW vault, look through the archives, and open your eyes, open your eyes Kwan Watts, to exactly what it is that you have started.

Parker : According to some, this is the 'savage era' in OCW, well Kwan Watts, here is a golden nugget of information for you.......

'Parker Stevens was the ORIGINAL savage , I was savage before savage was savage'

Parker : It was ME, who leapt from the top rope and broke The Air's neck, ending his career, it was ME who threw Trevor McManus from the top of the cell breaking his ribs, it was ME that threw an unconscious Matsuda into the boot of my car and drove him off the docks into the sea..I could go on, and on and on...

He reaches down and grads a fistful of Kwans hair, and awkwardly twists his head so he can see the Xtron

Parker : Roll the footage!

The XTRON Flickers On!

He releases his grip on Kwan's hair and lets his head bounce to the mat with a thud, Kwan let's out a groan of pain and frustration.

Parker : So remind me again why I should give you 'respek'...You're a ROOKIE..a god damned rookie!!

Parker : It's time for a new order around here Kwan Watts, no longer will OCW tolerate these bitch made millenials, no longer will OCW listen to the the whiney demands of ROOKIES that want everything handed to them on a plate, title shots, pushes, favours, RESPEK....Thanks to Mugen's Purge, the 'participation regime' has been extinguished, a new order rises Kwan Watts, everytime a rookiegets above their station...BOOM....slapped right back down...

Parker : Why should I respect you Kwan Watts? Why should I show you respect?

He begins to get visibly angry, he takes a few more tokes on his cigar, and sits there with his eyes closed for a few seconds before exhaling the smoke out around his head.

Parker : You think you deserve my respect because you come to the ring dressed like a bag of skittles and throw a few slaps around?

He places his cigar in his mouth and holds his left hand in the air, his OCW Hall of Fame ring glistening brightly in the arena lights.

Parker : This right here, is what gets you respect around here...and this moment is the closest you will ever get to it..

Suddenly he balls his hand into a fist and releases a brutal punch to Kwan's forehead, breaking the skin and leaving a semi, bloody imprint from the ring on Kwan's head.

Kwan becomes enraged and begins to angrily rock and shrug from side to side, trying to rock Parker and the chair off him and break free.

Parker places both his forearms onto the top of the chair and leans forward, slowly cutting off the air to Kwan, his struggling slows down, and his eyes slowly roll back into his head as his breath gurgles and he passes out, only then does Parker ease of the pressure.

Parker : When you wake up, and you are back in your hotel room, surrounded by cotton candy and unicorns, dressed like a bubblegum rasta, watch this tape back and remember this message.

He leans right down over the chair, inches from the unconscious Kwan's face.

Parker : As you roam these savage lands, trying to fend for yourself, and trying to establish yourself as the alpha, scouring the barren lands, trying to avoid all the dinosaurs, the old heads that still run riot over this place, and you look off into the distance, and you see a mountain raising high, high up into the savage skyline, almost breaking the clouds...remember, the mountain you see in the distance is Snake Mountain, and I am Skeletor...sat high on my throne, survivor of countless attempts of people who have promised to 'kill' OCW, to 'Save' OCW....yet here we all still are, WE are the masters of this universe....and ask yourself this one question Kwan Watts.

Parker : Is the climb, going to be worth the fall.....because when you start a fire...

He leans back and takes a toke on his cigar.

Parker : Expect to get burned!

He takes the cigar and pushes it down hard into the palm of Kwans left hand, rotating it between his fingers as it smoulders away and eventually burns through Kwan's glove and the smell of burning flesh shortly follows.

Parker begins to laugh frantically.

Kwan bolts awake in pain and lets out a dazed scream, frantically trying to get to his arm but he is still pinned, his screams get louder and louder until security and EMT's rush the ring and tackle Parker off him, dragging him out the opposite side of the ring.

The EMT's tend to Kwan as the security team have Parker in a half nelson grip and a waist lock, they drag him around the ring past the prone Kwan and back up the ramp, the entire time the crowd are booing loudly as Parker is heard manically screaming 'WELCOME TO SNAKE MOUNTAIN' over and over again at Kwan.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Parker has most certainly sent a message.
	That Rookies Goose is Cooked!

The Xtron Flickers On!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I'm so happy they are back.
	This is too violent for my disposition!

The scene opens on a dark, dirty and industrial area somewhere outside. Trash litters the skeletal frames of burned out cars and trucks, all lit by the flickering glow of a nearby flame.

Versus, still wearing an oversized Inner Circle t-shirt over his underwear, steps into frame, looking around cautiously while being criminally unbuzzed. The echoing chatter of street people is broken by the sound of a familiar voice, The Voice of the Purge.

Bobby Minio: Lookin’ for your gear, Verse?

As Versus turns to face Minio, a group of homeless men turn their attention to the unfolding confrontation. Still, Versus steps toward Minio.

Versus: Dude, where’s my stuff?

Bobby Minio: Dude! Where’s your stuff?

Versus: Where’s my stuff, dude?

Bobby Minio: DUDE! Whe-

Versus: Stop. Enough man. I want my gear.

Bobby Minio: Well… Go figure… I put a burnout’s DOOKIE right where it belongs.

Much to the dread of Versus, Minio gestures to the barrel surrounded by the homeless men. The flaming barrel.

Versus: Aw c’mon man!

With his arms thrown up in annoyance, Versus walks past Minio, heading straight toward the flaming barrel. Once he gets close, Minio claps, whistles and spins his hand in the air.

As if they were trained mercenaries, the homeless men instantly jump on Versus, all at once. Without hesitation, Versus sends the first man flying into the remains of a minivan, before rolling his hips, dumping the second man directly on his head.

As the second wave rushes Versus, he grabs one hobo by his rope belt, sending him head first into the flaming barrel, which spills over on its side, revealing only charcoal and chunks of wood.

Bobby Minio: Stop flirting with him! Get ahold of this jackass!

The homeless legion continue to pour onto Versus, who continues to defend himself effortlessly, for a moment. He is finally stunned as a 2x4 crashes over his shoulders, the efforts of a bum who was probably drunk and having flashbacks to his exploits in little league baseball.

The bums now attack all at once, raining hammerfists and elbows down from above in a storm of blows that even Versus struggles to weather. Still, he struggles, shaking a number of the hobos off as two of them attempt to restrain him by each arm.

Just as Versus begins to push his shoulders up and shake off the remaining homeless goons, a brutal superkick from Minio lands square on Versus’ jaw, sending him to the ground in a heap.

As Versus rolls to his belly, attempting to shake off the cobwebs, an annoyed Minio begins circling the area, his face wrought with disgust for the hired help.

Bobby Minio: Well… better late than never I guess. Here, your payment.

With a dismissive look on his face, Minio buries his hand into his pocket, removing his hand and flinging a fistful of change onto the asphalt near Versus. Each of the homeless men freeze, the entire scene taking a pregnant pause, beady eyes bouncing from the money, to Minio, to each other.

Then, all at once, a melee breaks out between the bums as they begin to scatter, attempting to collect as much change as humanly possible. Minio walks through the group and toward what would appear to have been a Sedan, where he reaches into the remains of a the trunk. As he steps away, the camera can see Versus’ dufflebag and clothing, still in tact.

Bobby Minio: You know I’d sit here and say I made ya look but… that would be dishonest. Because your crap IS in the fire.

As he speaks, Minio walks over by Versus while unzipping the dufflebag. He then turns the bag over, shaking the belongings out of the bag and onto Versus, the ground and the spilled fire.

Bobby Minio: Well, NOW it is I guess. Er, most of it.

Now circling Versus and the fire, Minio begins to soccer kick random belongings toward the flames. Versus, a hand still on his jaw, stares up at Minio, the glow of the fire flickering off of his now dilated pupils.

Bobby Minio: Lets do this again sometime, how about next week?

Though Versus does not respond, the grinning, backpedaling Minio silently reveals that the question was rhetorical. Finally, he turns, laughing into the alley while stepping over the scavenging bums, before disappearing into the night.

Versus, now sitting up, begins collecting the items of his gear that survived the wrath of Minio, as the camera pans toward the fire before fading into the next segment.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What an Ahole!
	How dare you sir!

Tre Golden vs Drago Cesar

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a manuver!
	Brrrrrrrrappldough

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