Cameras go backstage where we surprisingly see The Eternal Ex. Champion, Matsuda, walking down the hall. Hes wearing a tailored custom fit black suit and his custom trademark sunglasses. Over his shoulder is the OCW Ex. Division Championship. Just as quickly as he comes into view, we a hear a females voice:

Voice- "Matsuda! Matsuda!"

Stacy Clark suddenly comes into the frame, breathing heavily as if she had hurried to try to catch the Ex. Division Champion. Matsuda continues to walk, completely ignoring Stacy as she walks beside him.

Stacy Clark- "Matsuda, its been a couple weeks since weve seen you here in OCW. I was wondering if I could have a moment and ask you a few questions?"

Matsuda continues to walk, not saying a word.

Stacy Clark- "Last week you appeared on OCW Television via satellite from Japan basically telling Majin that you would not be having a rematch with him for your OCW Ex. Division Championship. Would you like to comment?"

Matsuda, without saying a word, noticeably quickens the pace.

Stacy Clark- "Last week Majin said...."

Before Stacy can finish her sentence, she and the cameraman are suddenly pushed aside as Majin flies into the picture, bumrushing Matsuda, slamming him into the wall. Majin then grabs Matsudas jacket, spinning him around, slamming him into the wall again. This time Matsuda goes to the ground, dropping the Ex. Division Title. As Matsuda writhes on the ground, Majin smiles as he picks up the Ex. Title. He looks at the belt, then down to Matsuda. Majin then tosses the Title across the hall and begins to stomp and kick Matsuda. Majin then reaches down, grabbing a handful of Matsudas hair, and slowly starts to pull him up. Majin holds Matsuda right in front of his face, smiling, and laughs. We hear Majin say something about 'Savage Lands', before he quickly grabs Matsuda, wrapping his arm around his head, setting him up for a DDT. Majin then stares into the camera, deranged look on his face, and smiles his sick sadistic grin.

Then, just as Majin is about to plant Matsuda, suddenly the cameraman is knocked aside again as more people rush into the scene, rushing into Majin and Matsuda. As the camera refocuses again, we see that Dimsmore and Damien Dark have Majin pinned to the wall, having knocked Matsuda lose from his grip. We then hear a voice from behind us.

Voice- "Majin, Majin, Majin. Again with this unnecessary, unprovoked violence. Tisk, tisk, tisk."

The camera then turns and we see Mugen, with Bobby Minio at his side, with 6 or 7 OCW Security behind them. Mugen, smiling and shaking his head 'No' walks over and picks up the OCW Ex. Division Championship as Minio walks over to Matsuda and helps him up. Mugen then walks over to Matsuda, and with his free hand begins to straighten and adjust his old friends jacket. Matsuda quickly pulls away from Minio and knocks Mugens hand to the side. He then reaches out and snatches the Ex. Title from Mugens other hand. Matsuda then takes a step back as he looks from Mugen to Majin. Mugen, still smiling, slightly cocks his head and cuts his eyes to Majin as if telling Matsuda, 'Hes all yours'. Matsuda stares at Mugen, then looks towards Majin again. Matsuda then shakes his head and starts to walk past Mugen, shouldering him out of his way as he passes and begins to continue down the hall. Mugen smiles and again shakes his head 'No'.

Mugen- "So be it, old friend."

Mugen watches Matsuda for a moment as he walks away, then turns his attention back to Majin, who is still pinned up to the wall.

Mugen- "Majin, Majin, Majin. Just what am I going to do with you?"

Majin, surprisingly not struggling or trying to get free from Dimsmore and Dark, just smiles as he stares at Mugen.

Mugen- "Its ok gentlemen, I think you can let him go."

Dimsmore and Dark then slowly and cautiously begin to release Majin, taking a step back, staying between him and Mugen. Once released, Majin quickly steps forward, getting directly into Mugens face before Dimsmore, Dark and Minio quickly slam him back to the wall again as Mugen begins to laugh.

Mugen- "You big dummy. This isnt 2006 any more. Im not Jaysin Sensation and I will not tolerate this sort of behavior. Unlike Sensation, I am a fair, caring, and understanding boss. I care about my employees. You cant just go around attacking MY employees. After tonights little incident, and with your little stunt last week attacking Security, I think you might just need to leave the arena tonight and take a night off to calm and gather yourself."

Majin, still smiling and not taking his eyes off of Mugen:

Majin- "How convenient. And my tag match tonight?"

Majin then looks left to right at the men holding him and laughs to himself.

Majin- "With your little...Boy Toys,...here?"

Minio, Dark and Dimsmore pull Majin off the wall, then quickly slam him back against it with an echoing thud, as Mugen snickers.

Mugen- "Ah yes, the Tag match. About that. Last week I never clearly or specifically said YOU were in the match, per se. I merely said The Inner Circle would be having a match with my Purge."

Mugen smiles.

Mugen- "And with our dear friend Jaysin dead and gone, Nate out of action, Casey on medical leave, and YOU barred from the arena tonight..."

Mugen chuckles to himself.

Mugen- "Im sure Versus and The Steve will do just fine tonight."

Majins smile slowly starts to fade. Staring at Mugen, he then lunges forward, trying to free himself before the 3 men holding him slam him to the wall again. Again, Mugen shakes his head 'No' as he smiles.

Mugen- "BUT...as ive said, I am a fair and caring boss. You want The Purge? You may have The Purge. If you want a match so bad, next week you may have a match against my associate, Mr. Minio here. Now, if youll excuse me, I have a show to run tonight. Gentlemen?"

Mugen then motions towards Security, who begin to take control of Majin from The Purge.

Mugen- "Until next week Majin, I bid you fare well."

Security then begins to drag Majin away, down the hall as Mugen watches on with a smile on his face. Mugen then laughs one more time to himself as he shakes his head.

Mugen- "Dummy."

Xtron Flickers On!

The scene opens in the typically unsteady and shoddy home style camera work synonymous with the GhettOCW movement, as our cinematography does his due diligence to steady the shot on the true lifeblood of our country's inner cities, the Bodega.

The brightly colored slogans and advertisements conscribed across the slowing rusting and sagging trademark yellow and red tin awnings of Brooklyn’s own, “Depapepe’s Deli and Bodega” offer a little something for everybody.

“Cold Cuts, Sandwiches, Fresh Meats, Beer, Coffee and Tropical Product”

Barely visible through a smorgasbord of finger smudges, mint green “Newport” cigarette posters and the “We Accept WIC” signs, the steel framed glass storefront door opens with a jingle from the brass shopkeepers bell, before serenading the service attendee’s senses with the scent of superior, smelling strains of scorched sensimilla.

Following closely behind the copious, concoction of cannibis is Online Championship Wrestling's own resident multi-time felon, the glossy eyed, overly gaudy, gold toothed, Georginia, gangsta , O.G. Baracus.

Swaying in a countless number of diamond encrusted chains and pendants the same color of the codeine and promethazine contents of Gibbs’ styrofoam double cup and a loose fitting Coogi pattern sweater to conceals a canvass of calligraphy and caricatures, his baggy pair of True Religions struggles with the weight of the tools of the trafficking trade.

Making up the second half of this moving militia that is menacing Manhattan dressed in a pair of scuffed Timberland boots that assuredly have been put through a bounty of Bustas, and a New York Yankees fitted tilted low to conceal a stubbly take no sheet scowl, is The Section 8 Heavyweights Mez Murdock.

Depapepe: Welcome, but there is no smoking in the Bodega buddy.

Depapepe: Oye Papi you're going to have to put those out.

Continuing to consume the concoction of cannabis and codeine The A-Team could not be concerned.

Omar Gibbs: The only thing we put out is that loud pack on the streets.

Mez Murdock: You want that red top or that blue top Busta?

The bewildered, puzzled and sufficiently hot boxed Depapepe drifts off in thought.

Depapepe: Buster?

Depapepe: Just hurry up and buy please...

Omar Gibbs: What you smokin on that folgers Pepe?

Omar Gibbs: Or ya been sipping on that Buffblaster?

Mez Murdock: You can get bodied in your own Bodega.

Omar Gibbs: It's all 100, we smokin off this loud “McGee & Frost Pack”, this week compliments The Purge.

Mez Murdock: Caught em' lacking.

Omar Gibbs: Bout to get the whole roster back on that O.G. Yoga vitamin and supplement regiment.

Gibbs glances at his Yellow Gold Diamond Sky Dweller Rolex.

Omar Gibbs: Pack this up Pepe, we bout to clock in.

Omar Gibbs: Aight, need that Arm & Hammer, over there.

Omar Gibbs: Definitely gonna need a few racks of Nowalaters, and all them Frunas.

Depapepe dances around the display case in a desperate attempt to keep up with the demands.

Depapepe: Which flavors buddy?

Omar Gibbs: Apple, Cherry Chew, them F***in the Lemon Blue Raspberry split joints, the Watermelon.

Omar Gibbs: F***k, give me all the colors Pepe we fixin to go to work.

Mez Murdock: Definitely about a dozen of dem Little Debbies.

Mez Murdock: Couple bag of those Premium Pistachios, and a case of that “Red Stripe” y’all got on ice, Pepe.

Omar Gibbs: Give me about 2 dollars worth a Quarter Waters, and cap it off with whatever y'all got left in “Goldenberg’s Peanut Chews”

Depapepe: Any tobacco?

The A-Team already marinated in a millennia worth of marijuana from today, of course are in need of more tobacco products.

Mez Murdock: Now, you know we gonna need blunts, Busta.

Depapepe: Take it easy my friends.

Omar Gibbs: Hook it up with The Backwoods, The Dutchies and The Primetimes, Son.

Depapepe: Alright buddies that will be $138.26.

Murdock and Baracaus shuffle through the swollen pockets of their designer jeans producing bank roll after bank roll of crisp, newly minted, one hundred dollar bills.

Depapepe reaches towards the absurd amount of dough in delight only to be smited strong street style with the drop of the Section 8 Heavyweight’s, EBT card on the counter top.

Mez Murdock: Run it, Busta!

Camera Pans To The Ramp!

Drake Dauer paces around the ring allowing the chants of "DOUBLE D" to settle down. When they do, he raises a mic to his mouth as he grins at the audience.

Drake: You all remember my buddy Jookie I assume?

He nods knowingly as the crowd roars in appreciation of OCW's resident "Guy."

Drake: Well, last week I tried to avenge what some Mandingo did to him, and I almost had the same thing happen to me.

He pauses for a second as the crowd boos the man who dared to take out the leader of the Dreadlock Nation.

Drake: I got my *ss kicked, and it's lame. It really is. But you know what's even more lame? A guy that thinks he can just stroll into OCW and do whatever the f*ck he wants. You take out my friend, you try to take me out, you don't even f*cking explain WHY you're doing any of this, and to top it all off, you refuse to compete in sanctioned matches that are just being gifted to you. I had to work my *ss off just to get into OCW, and jumped at the chance to get destroyed at the hands of the then Hardcore Champion. You, however, as I've learned today, refuse to appreciate the gift that working here really is. Well that all ends now, beefcake. Savage Lands, I'm gonna show you what I can do when you don't jump me from behind. And as for your opponent tonight, if you're not gonna do it...................

Dauer takes off his jacket and throws it at the crowd before yelling to the back.

Drake: GET THIS GUY OUT HERE SO WE CAN WRESTLE!!!!!!!

Anthony Baker vs Drake Dauer

Scene opens with AC standing in the ring. He's pacing around the ring and begins to speak.

Before he can get a word out the crowd is chanting “G-Unit”.

Cobra- G-G-G-G-G

Cobra motions the mic towards the crowd to finish.

Crowd-G Unit!!!!

Cobra- First, things first Xander has attacked me and nearly ruined my lively hood. He comes out here and banter on and on every week.

Cobra- Last week, he stated that nobody feels sorry for what he's going through. We do Xander, you just have a funny way of showing your emotion. Whether it's injuring me, or attacking legends with your lap dogs.

Cobra pauses for a second.

Cobra- We aren't the same at all. I smack controllers silly, you get your rocks off beating grown men senseless. I'm not going to waste anymore time doing this.

Cobra- I love first person shooters, the thrill, joy & that rush! That's why I wanna face you in a last man standing match at Savage lands! I want all that action. But first, Xander get your ass down here now!!!!!!

Cobra takes his shirt off and prepares for the rain man to come out and meet him. The only problem is, he never comes. Cobra, now increasingly frustrated at being ignored, walks up the ramp looking like he just failed to beat the world record in Pac-man.

Kwan Watts vs A.C. Cobra

The scene opens to Tre Golden in his locker room, obviously frustrated by his loss to the North American Champion; Drago Cesar. Furiously taping up his wrist and fist, He has his headphones in, bobbing his head to the music when he sees a figure walk into the room, he takes one head phone out of his ear and looks up to see his surrogate sister Kyra Dos Santos.

Kyra Dos Santos: Pathetic….. Is that what you do? Lose against a great champion and you come and mope and cry. What's next? Time to do some drugs? Go out and get arrested ruin everything once again?

Annoyed, Golden takes the other headphone out and stands up to look over Kyra.

Tre Golden: Kyra you see everything In black and white, the world is like that, flucked up stuff happens, you haven't seen what I have seen, and I'm glad for that big sister….. but you have no justification to come and try to lecture.

Kyra DS: Everytime Tre, every time something doesn't come easy to you ruin it, you get arrested or you get high. How many times are we up to now? Eight or ten times that My father has had to come bail you out? Don't do it this time.

Kyra DS: Look at your Rap sheet, 15 Assaults, 4 possession charges, 1 public indecency….

Tre Golden: Kyra That one was just a team hazing thing! I told you that!

Kyra DS: What happened Freshman year of college? Brawl in the parking lot after the NCAAs? Someone from the other team says one thing, now we have a Cornell vs Texas A&M street fight just because Mr.Golden once again couldn't just let it go. You made national news, Jackson still one by a point.

Tre begins to retort, but is cut off by Kyra.

Kyra DS: You lost your MMA title because you can't take anything seriously, you party it all away, and then get upset when you meet defeat. You have all the talent in the world and you just waste it!

Tre paces in a circle before looking back at her and pointing an accusatory finger at her.

Tre Golden: I'm sorry, but that's who I am! You weren't the one on the streets because your mother couldn't stop being a human pin cushion. You weren't eating out of soup kitchens, you know how it feels to go home and sleep in your comfy bed for your entire life.

Kyra DS: I don't, but you know my father does, you know how hard it is growing up in Rio, but it never stopped him, did you see him throwing a fit after He lost to Ryu Mastumoto in that ninety minute war they had in Japan?! You have to rise above what you were Tre! The streets are not you!

Kyra DS: You don't need anyone's love but you're own, you don't need people like Ragnarok, just like you didn't need that gang when we found you. You don't have to prove anything to anyone but yourself.

Golden calms down and sits down on the bench by his locker, with a sigh he finishes wrapping his wrist and cuts the tape with his teeth.

Tre Golden: I was with Rane almost everyday when I was in that group, and I never seen the pain he was going through, so who's the really the bad guy?

He slips his hoodie on and throws his hood up and spreads his arms wide looking at his sister.

Tre Golden: We both know the answer, I'm bad to the core Kyra, I'm the delinquent who isn't worth saving. I'm low down and dirty and that's all I'll ever be!

He nudges her slightly to the side as he grabs the doorknob to the exit, he looks back at Kyra.

Tre Golden: So if you'd excuse me I have another fight to start.

Tre Golden: Don't worry sis, I'll probably only be arrested one more time in my life…. When I murder Nathan Carter….. It was nice seeing you again.

Golden exits out the locker room and closes the door as the scene fades to black.

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