You can feel it deep in your bones when you are being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention, the primal instinct of flight versus fight instantly kicks in. Well Felicia Ann Cruz-Escobar better known as F.A.C.E. by her A-Team brethren is about to FIGHT.

140 lbs soaking wet, the well figured Bombshell has taken part in her fair share of scuffles and near death experiences, so what's another under her belt. Making her way back from the bodega for more papers she knew something was up. Hannibal D the mastermind behind the A-Team always told her to sense her surroundings before she made moves, even simple moves.

Before she even reached the end of the block she already had her blade ready to body the busta soon as he got close enough. She pulls her bandanna over her face slowly....then turns around and stabs, then stabs again.

Yet she doesn't feel the warm blood of her advesary running down her arm, nor did she feel her sharp blade puncture soft flesh and bone. She felt....she felt....Nothing.

She doesn't let down her guard down one bit, she knows better, another one of Dunny's lessons ran across her mind; " When they think they safe is when you empty they safe." F.A.C.E. knew, absolutely knew he was standing behind her. She immediately does a reverse spinning slash with her blade.

The man, the large man... grabs her arm at the end of it's arch just inches from his throat, his massive hands tightening it's grip. Before she can even blink he has her arm twisted behind her back.

Snapck.

She crumbles to the cold concrete. She doesn't scream, she doesn't cry. She can't even comprehend what just happened as she's unbelievable shock. Her vision blurred as she sees two shadows at the end of the street. One shorter and more muscular than the other who has a distinct pointed beard. All she can think of before she and the camera fade to black is: "Savage."

The Xtron Flickers On!

The camera fades in with you seeing Parker Stevens walking down a hall with no cares in the world when all of sudden Kwan Watts runs behind Parker with a kendo stick, Kwan hits Parker in the back in a swift motion as a result Parker drops to the floor as Kwan keeps swinging and striking Parker's back, Kwan keeps doing this nearly 20 times before he stops.

Kwan: Payback’s a bitch Parker, think you can just interfere with my match then choke me out till I could barely breathe then burn my hand, and get away with it my man?

Kwan then proceeds to lock Parker in a camel clutch,using the kendo stick across Parker's throat, making Parker gasping for air.

Kwan Watts: I bet I got your respeck now bruhh.

Kwan: I want you to know I don’t care how many titles you held.

Kwan: I don’t care what awards you won.

Kwan : I don't care what else you done to people.

Kwan: But I do think you care if i let out out right now.

Parker gives a faint yes response to Kwan through gritted teeth.

Kwan: Here's the thing Parker, I will let you out because well I feel bad for you, so on one condition Parker, I will let your bitch ass out.You wanna here it?

Parker nods his head into response and eagerly awaits to hear the condition.

Kwan: Me vs you at savage lands june 5th, I just don’t want this to be a normal match Parker, how bout we make it no holds barred so I can put your dinosaur ass back to the jurassic era you came from?

Parker splutters out a 'yes' with a gasp of air, Kwan then proceeds to get off of Parker. slowly getting back to his feet, keeping the kendo stick pointed towards his fallen foe like a lightsaber, Parker rolls over to face him, and starts to laugh at Kwan.

Parker: This is the worst thing you ever could of asked for kid.

Kwan shakes his head at Parker, and starts to hit him viciously over and over again with the kendo stick easily up to another 20 times, giving Parker serious welts then Kwan throws kendo stick away, and hits the Kwan right over Parker's body, then he stops, and walks away , coming to a dead stop after about 4-5 steps, he realizes Parker is laughing hysterically on the ground, inbetween spitting blood.

Kwan: What the hell are you laughing at fool?

Parker: You want to cut your teeth at Savage Lands? You want a match against me, with weapons?

Parker: You know, I was starting to like you kid, it's a shame you just asked for your own public execution.

Kwan: You want another whooping with that stick wise ass?

Parker begins to laugh again, and pulls himself upto a sitting position wit ha small grunt of pain.

Parker: Tell you what tough guy, you want to show the world what you can do..then you got it...Parker Stevens vs Kwan Watts , in OCW's first ever DEAD MAN'S HAND match!

Kwan : I don't care what the match is, you got a deal!!

Kwan turns and walks away, leaving Parker muttering to himself under his breath 'oh you will do' as the camera fades.

Xander Rane vs Drago Cesar

The camera pans to Tyler Rose having been victorious early, he is seen moping around. Growing up Tyler never had many friends, he was the kid that was made fun of through out all of school. It left its scars on Tyler's mentality that much can be seen by anyone...

Tyler is now backstage looking for his only friend in the whole world, he hasn't heard from Anthony all for a couple days and despite Baker competing earlier he is no where to be seen. This leaves Mr.Rose agitated and confused. Tyler walks up to a man who works with the catering

Tyler: Have you seen Anthony Baker?

Cater: Who is that? and who are you?

Tyler kept his rage contained he bites his lip and gives the cater a nasty look Tyler turns around to a vase filled with lavender roses crashing into his face Tyler falls back into the catering table Tyler puts his hand to his face and feels the warmth from the blood Tyler wipes the blood from his eyes and sees him.. His only friend in the whole world, Anthony "Dynamic" Baker, Anthony hovers over Tyler arms off the side

Anthony: Whatcha gonna do?

Tyler says nothing to him, Tyler sees a lavender has blood on it.

Tyler: Look what you've done!

Tyler stands up getting ready to strike his only friend in the world, but just in time security began to separate the two

Anthony: The only one that ever mattered between us was me Tyler! Its always just been.. Baking time!

The Monster vs Mez Murdock

The endless white bricked halls of the arena’s backstage area opens the scene, this specific stretch of hall dimly lit and mostly empty with the exception of gear cases marked with a stenciled OCW logo. The One Man Revolution, The Voice of the Purge, The Veteran Killer, Bobby Minio, walks into frame, his hands still locked into furious fists. The most unobservant fans can see that Minio’s mind is swirling, gears are turning as he works through dozens of equations in his head. The muffled sound of buzzing freezes Minio in his steps, as he reaches into the pocket inside of his blazer, removing a lit cellphone. Without much hesitation, he answers.

Bobby Minio: What is going on?

Phone: (inaudible) …

Bobby Minio: Yeah.

Phone: (inaudible) …

Bobby Minio: YEAH. I get it! I just… You said…

Phone: (inaudible) …

Bobby Minio: Jesus, okayyyy! Still, you told me he wanted nothing to do with us. Nothing to do with ME.

Phone: (inaudible) …

Bobby Minio: YEAH. Well here he is, he’s locked up in some cell, all because of MY mistakes. You know, on some level, I suppose he had this coming…

Phone: (inaudible) …

Bobby Minio: Well, what do you think I was on my way to do? I can’t friggin teleport. I’m working on i-

Phone: (inaudible) …

Bobby Minio: Wait I can do that? I can just wire the bai-

Phone: (inaudible) …

Bobby Minio: Ok.

Phone: (inaudible) …

Bobby Minio: OKAY. OKAYYYY I GET IT. I’ll get it done! JESUS.

Phone: (inaudible) …

Before the inaudible voice on the phone can finish a sentence, Minio mashes his thumb onto the screen, hanging up the call. His chest heaves, his shoulders lurched forward. He’s extremely upset, not lava monster upset but, something else entirely. After a pregnant pause, Minio holds his thumb to the phone again.

Bobby Minio: Siri!

Siri: Hello, Cereal.

Bobby Minio: Siri searc- … wha. What? What the hell did you just call me?

Siri: Cereal.

Bobby Minio: … How do I chang… you know what… I don’t even care right now. Hell with it. Siri…

Siri: Hello, Cereal.

In an instant, Minio roars, shouting in reaction to the AI on his phone. He begins stomping a mudhole into a case of gear next to him, a string of profanities blurring together into one, continuous shout. After about ten seconds of this, he stops, taking a deep, therapeutic breath.

Bobby Minio: SIRI SEARCH FOR LAS VEGAS BONDSMEN THAT SUPPORT LONG DISTANCE BOND PAYMENT.

Siri: Searching.

Bobby Minio: FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!!!

With another deep, huffing breath, Minio turns away from the case of gear. He exhales, slumping down onto the case as results begin appearing on his phone. As he begins sorting through his options, the camera pans away, leaving the miserable man to himself now that his fit has ended.

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