After Savage U and Mez are finally all cleared from the ring, The Monster, who had rolled out after suffering yet another loss, groggily makes his way back in. The camera pans to the titantron where Leonheart is live via a satellite from his hometown of Manchester England.

Leon has a cast over his arm from the damage he took at the hands of Sean McGee and his hammer lock last week. The Monster is circling the ring, frustrated, looking up at the titantron waiting to see what Leon has to say. The fans are sad that Leon is not in attendance tonight.

Leonheart: "I want to tell you and Sean about how much I hate the both of you right now, but you guys didn't do anything I wouldn't have done myself. It just sucks being on the receiving end of it."

Leonheart lifts up his left arm.

Leonheart: "You know the worst part about all this?"

Leonheart: "Every time I go to take a number two, it hurts just to wipe my ass."

The crowd laugh.

Leonheart: "It's not a laughing matter."

The Monster has heard enough, walks over to the corner of the ring nearest the timekeeper's table and berates the ring girl until he receives a microphone.

The Monster: "Why even bother wiping, why not just let it mix in with the rest of that shit you call a face..... What do you want Leon?! You looking for another broken arm? That one not enough?"

Leonheart: "The pain is real but this pain... It will be nothing to what I am going to inflict on you Cody! You seem to be on a bit of a losing streak, the great Cody Storm is not so great anymore. The man I once considered a brother is nothing but a puppet now."

Leonheart: "I just looked at the calendar and realized that Savage Lands is only two weeks away. So here's what I propose."

The Monster: "If it's not your funeral, I'm unequivocally uninterested."

Leonheart: "Let's have a rematch."

The Monster's head perks up at that....

The Monster: "You would give me another opportunity to see what damage I could do....?"

Leonheart: "Not just an ordinary match and not just one opportunity..... I am thinking of something like... THREE STAGES OF HELL!"

The crowd lose their mind! OCW hasn't seen a three stages of hell match in a very long time.

Leonheart: "What do you say Cody? I'll even let you pick every match type for that match?"

The Monster: "I'd say I better go see about buying another plot at the synagogue.... maybe a few cause when I'm done with you it's highly unlikely you'll be in a single piece."

No fear finds its way across Leon's face, he's entirely focused on revenge for his arm.

Leonheart: "I guess I will see you next week."

The video feed quickly cuts off and The Monster, a smile finally crossing his face again, licks his lips and exits the ring.

KD vs Pugh

Xander Rane can be seen stomping around backstage, feeling his throat as he tries to shake off the effects of his earlier bout with Drago Cesar.

Xander: I'm never doing another f*cking extreme rules match.

Heading outside to look for his pitbulls, the Rain Man feels something get sent flying by the force of the angry steps he's taking along the way. Said thing turns out to be an animal from the high pitched yelp it gives off.

Xander:*looking down curiously* Well what do we have here? Who do you belong to little guy?

Said little guy looks up at Rane with cute little puppy-dog eyes and begins chewing on his boot.

Xander: Well there's my answer, your dumbass isn't even housebroken. Luckily for you though, all it means is that you'll be a great fighter one day! *He picks up the little pup to inspect him* Well sh*t, you're a damn Mastiff.

Back when his father was still alive, he would tell him his favorite stories from all around the world. One of his favorites was a classic Greek story of a man who had to go into hiding. When he visited his old house in disguise, the only one who could recognize him was his loyal old dog, who only allowed himself to die after seeing his master again after so many years.

His father had always dreamed of having such a dog, claiming there to be something special about the relationship between a man and his dog. Xander, clearly, never quite saw this, but looking at this puppy now, he remembered the breed of dog in the story.

It was an English Mastiff, the very same as the little one he was holding in his arms at this very moment. Coming to a decision, he pulls out the leash of the fifth pitbull he’d brought to the arena today and puts it around the puppy’s neck.

Xander: Maybe……... you won't have to be a fighter after all. Let's see if Dad knew what he was on about back then. Would you like to help me find out? *The puppy licks his face in response* Fair enough, let's go then Argos.

The Inner Circle vs The Purge

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