Dark stands up amidst the carnage, when the ref approaches him to hand him the Hardcore title he pushes him away and makes a beeline for Blackjack's carcass.

He leans over and grabs him by the face, inserting fingers into the eye holes of the mask. He begins pulling with one hand as he unlaces the mask with his other.

After a short struggle, Dark pulls the mask off and holds it up as a prize. He quickly undoes his own mask and discards it. He then dons Blackjack's mask.

He picks up the Hardcore Championship and slings it over his shoulder, and makes his way to the back.

The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

Versus stands in the ring, holding the mic, taking in the love from the crowd for a minute before he begins to speak.

Versus: Before I begin to speak on what I came out here for, let me touch on the match I have coming up tonight. A tornado tag with weapons, and craziness, and Purges, and Juggalos, and Mugens and stuff...I dig it. I...can...dig...it. You're probably thinking "Versus, aren't you concerned about that match?" The answer is simply, sure. I mean, a bunch of makeup'd weirdo's chasing me around with weapons, that would scare any man...unless...unless that man has a dulled sense of fear due to an overuse prescription plants. (covers the mic) Pssssst...I'm talking about me, Versus. So, I'm good, I'm ready, but I have some business to deal with, with a certain One Man Revolution. (crowd boos...really, did I even need to put that there?)

Versus: A man who tried to frighten myself and Ed by costuming around as a dangerous, and very real, lava monster. And a man, who just last week, paid off a bunch of homeless people to burn my clothes and hit me with their hobo hands...covered in poop smells and depression. Due to that, I had to rush out and take myself many showers and get some new gear. Luckily the seamstresses at the hausofhoot.com put together something real nice for me in short time.

Versus: Now, as you all know, I'm a man of peace...a man of forgiveness..I mean, I was a Sage after all (cheap pop). So, I'd like to invite Cereal to come out to the ramp, and have a chat. Just a chat. So, Cereal, come on down man, we gotta talk.

Nobody Speak by DJ Shadow and Run the Jewels comes shouting through the speakers, and the One Man Revolution steps onto the stage looking cocky as ever, sporting a very expensive looking suit and shades. He looks around the loud, booing crowd, with disdain and absolute hatred.

Bobby Minio: Verse... Just make this quick. I got bigger and better things to deal with than absorbing the stench of failure emitting from the pores of these savages. (Crowd pours down boos on Minio)

Versus: Cereal, I wanted to call you out here to propose a truce.

Minio curiously tilts his head.

Versus: Seriously. When you start taking a mans clothes, and giving them to homeless people to burn...not wear, BURN, that's when things have gone too far.

Bobby Minio: Oh, I see, but not when you're throwing coconuts and Almond Joys at a grown man in public? You could have fed that food to the same worthless bums I paid off to put hands on you!

Versus: In my defense, you were covered in lava and chasing me...which is EXACTLY what real life lava monsters do. Anyway, as you may know, Ed was on vacation last week and ran into someone you may know. Robert Minio Senior...or as I know him, Captain Crunch.

Minio slowly begins to take off his glasses, looking stunned for a moment, before his eyes wash over with rage. Slowly, he begins to speak.

Bobby Minio: My... My Dad? What. Did. You. Do?

Versus: Before you jump to conclusions, you have to realize, I'm a man of peace, so my first and only inclination was to make sure that Ed treated your dad with respect and held him to a standard conducive to our own. I told Ed, immediately, to open up the bar on the black card and treat Captain Crunch like an old friend.

Bobby Minio: His name is Robert... You... You show him respect. (crowd begins to chant "Captain Crunch") Oh enough from the peanut gallery!

Versus: Cereal, I get it man, you're nervous. It's cool though, I made sure to have Ed take pictures of this, so we can all re-live this together, through the magic of photographs! Techies, roll that beautiful bean footage!

The Xtron Flickers On!

Minio is on the stage beside himself, seething, completely enraged as a 'holy sh*t' chant begins to be heard from the crowd.

Versus: Oh man...ok...didn't see that coming. I have to remember to check those slideshows out before I go ahead and toss em together...

Bobby Minio: Versus. Goddamn you. GODDAMN YOU.

Minio pauses, his eyes squeezed shut, his fists balled so tightly that his knuckles are pearl white.

Bobby Minio: You... Are... DEAD!! DEAD!!! DEAAAAD!!

Versus: I know right?! (Versus eyebrows raise up) Well, you can stay here and get mad, threaten me...hell, you can stick around and even get involved in the match tonight. OOOOOORRRRRRRR.....you can go ahead and bail him out. Up to you.

Minio stands on the stage clearly contemplating going to and attempting to actually murder Versus, or go help his father out. He paces back and forth on the stage, with his eyes only leaving the ground to stare through Versus. He finally stops pacing, looks at Versus as Versus leans against the aisle side ropes.

Versus: What's it gonna be man?

Bobby Minio: If you make it through tonight's match, the next time you see me... It's going to be the last time you ever walk. Do you comprehend, wastoid? Do you understand?!

Minio turns, spiking the microphone down onto the stage before storming into the backstage area. Versus stands in the ring and shrugs to the audience, as the scene fades into the next segment.

The Xtron Flickers On!

camera pans in and You see Justin Miller backstage getting ready and hyped for his debut match on riot with a little bit of nerves of course.Then when all of sudden you see kwan watts with a kendo in one of his hands and waves his empty hand to justin with the other.

Kwan Watts:It’s great to see you here my man we both finally made from the indys to the big stage OCW.

Kwan Watts :I feel bad for you though your debut match is vs Tre Golden mans no joke and It’s a hardcore match dude was a former hardcore champion so you know dude is a king in going extreme so good luck my man.

Justin Miller: I'm not worried about anybody!

Justin Miller:Nobody can stop justin, wether it be hardcore or soft core.

Kwan Watts: okay man you always been the competitive type but i'll see you later man me and this kendo got business to settle

Kwan walks away past justin who is still getting amped up for his match

Justin Miller : God I cannot wait!!

Justin Miller:My OCW debut man it's been a long time coming.

Justin Miller: I’m going make sure I give these fans a great show It’s always what i've been about

Justin Miller: Kwan you are right this could be a chance for me to prove myself and pull a upset against one of the more established names in ocw

Justin Miller then proceeds to stop doing what he was doing and then starts to get closer to the stage then wants to spit some rhymes before he comes out for the fans to get even more hyped.

Justin Miller: IM SO HYPE, LIKE A SNIPER I SNIPE. FINNA GET IN THE RING, AND DO MY THING, BLEEP BLEEP MY PHONE RING. JUSTIN OUT.

Justin then pounds his chest and then takes a deep breath and music hits and goes to walk to the stage for his riot debut

Justin Miller vs Tre Golden

We fade into the backstage area, where the man they call Drago Cesar, North American Champion of OCW, raises what looks to be a lion cub. He looks toward his friend Bubba, who is sitting next to him.

Drago: Bubba, where you find this little guy?

Bubba grunts, scratching his head.

Drago: He ran away from zoo? Did you want to take him back?

Bubba shakes his head and licks his lips. Drago nods in approval.

Drago: I’m guess you make it good point.

Drago dips his fingers into a bowl of what can only hope to be red paint. Lifting his hand from the bowl, he smiles and gently brushes the liquid across the forehead of a lion cub who’d been looking up at him in awe. As Cesar lifts the cub to his face, he looks just behind him to Bubba, who looked proud to be sharing this moment with his friend.

Drago: You will grow big and strong like your papa. One day, it will be you and no longer Bubba who is king of the OCW jungle. I name you…….

Drago looks from side to side, hesitant to come up with a name….

Drago: …...BABY BUBBA!

Baby Bubba, for his part, had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that he was hungry. So when he sensed the scent of meat drifting towards the three of them, he immediately kicked Drago in the face and ran off in it’s direction.

Imagine Baby Bubba’s surprise when he ran right into the legs of Drago’s opponent for the night, as well as current owner and chewer of the meat the little lion cub had been chasing, Xander Rane.

Xander:*taking his attention off his lunch to curiously gaze down at the lion* Well hey there little guy. You sure look hungry huh?

The Prince of the OCW Jungle simply starts jumping up and down, pawing at Rane’s legs as his answer.

Xander:*now grinning, hands him the piece of meat before picking the little cub up to inspect him.* Yeah, I guess you were. Don’t worry buddy, I think you and I are gonna get along juuuuust fine.

Drago:*running up to the two with Bubba as he’d finally caught sight of him after Xander picked him up* Baby Bubba! There you are, and……..*eyeing Rane suspiciously* the wild Raneoceros. What you doing with Baby Bubba?

Xander: Well, feeding him apparently. Y’know Drags, you really should take better care of your animals. This guy ain’t gonna grow up to be the beast I think he can be with you raising him the way you’ve raised Bubba.

Drago:*snatching away Baby Bubba* Don’t talk about Bubba like that. I’m raise him *pats the now growling Lion’s head* like friend, and he still grow big and strong. What you know about animals?

Rane simply grins and points out the nearest glass door in response, where three pitbulls sit outside attentively, growling at whoever comes anywhere near them.

Xander: You see those damn prize fighters just waiting to kill something over there? Yeah, those are mine. I made them into the toughest f*cking animals you’ll ever see. I was actually planning on bringing them to the ring for our extreme rules match tonight, guess extreme doesn’t mean what it used to anymore, cause I wasn’t allowed. Yet, compare them to this damn fluffball you’ve got over here *waves at the barely restrained Bubba*, and I think we’ve got a clear winner huh? Lock our pets in a cage, and there wouldn’t be ANYTHING left. Those vicious f*cks would eat your cute little kitty down to the bone, then kill each other fighting for the last pieces of that.

Xander: It’s a fitting analogy for our match later tonight too, don’t ya think? I mean, we both know I’m going to murder you out there. I’m currently pre-occupied with a snake, but I can’t think of a better way to get something over on Nathan for now than to leave his potential championship opponent a broken bloody mess unable to give him any sanctioned title match.

Drago removes a flask from his vest pocket and drinks it all up. Due to his…...lack of resistance to alcohol, Bubba, at this point, was no longer needing to be held back by Drago. The maned beast was now, instead, pulling the hunter back with its teeth as he tried to claw at Rane with his bare hands.

Drago:YOU THINK YOU KILL ME BUBBA? MANY HAVE TRIED, MANY FAIL! WHAT MAKE YOU THINK YOU DO IT?!?

Xander: Well, let’s just say I think getting into your head has already worked. By the way bubba, there were four dogs with me when I first came to the arena. Let me give you a hint as to where the fourth is. *he leans in with a maniacal grin before whispering the rest*

Xander: Baby Bubba’s eating him.

Drago I’M GONNA MAKE YOU HUMBLE RANOCEROS!!!!

Xander runs outside and then off somewhere laughing with his dogs before Drago and Bubba can get to him.

Blackjack vs Damian Dark

Assistant: We've been here all day, and you haven't made a decision yet.

YSL: No one has been good enough, either they're good lawyers who can't wrestle or they're good wrestlers who can't lawyer, I just can't.

BUDDY: YEAH! WHAT THE HELL MAN HALF THESE GUYS ARE GREEN AS GOOSE SHIT, MY LEFT NUT COULD WORK A MATCH BETTER THAN THEM AND MY RIGHT NUT COULD TRY A CASE BETTER...

YSL begins massaging his temples as Buddy's tirade descends into profanity and incoherency.

YSL: You know what just send in the next guy.

The assistant, on the brink of tears hurries out. After a short while a man in a suit walks in. As he crosses the threshold of the door Buddy throws a brick at his head.

The man rolls forward, avoiding the brick. As he stands up out of the roll YSL stands up.

YSL: OBJECTION YOUR HONOR! Badgering the Witness.

LAWYER: Your honor, I'm simply asking my question. Questions, may I remind the witness, that they have been subpoenaed to answer under oath. Your honor, if the witness continues to act this way I'd like to motion to treat the witness as hostile.

As he finishes, two men appear from the shadows attempting to grapple the man. One is met with a resounding chop, flooring him. The other, is caught by a lightning quick ddt.

With both men dispatched the lawyer kips back up.

LAWYER: The name is Silverstein, Samuel Silverstein, Attorney at Law.

YSL and Buddy stand up, beaming. They had found their man.

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