Time seems to stand still as we break away from the fast paced action of yet another riveting episode of OCW RIOT to journey backstage, specifically to the private locker room of the Eternal Ex Division Champion, Matsuda. Coincidentally, the One True Overlord seemed to be at the tail end of packing a suitcase and making his way out of the arena. The cameraman quickly narrows in on the Final Boss, whose title belt is noticeably absent, with Stacy Clarke in tow.

Stacy: Matsuda? Are you leaving? Can I get a word?

Matsuda, through his high fashion shades delivers a blatant look of disgust, his memory drifted back to a time when Stacy feared asking him for a comment. She had become bold in her old age… or perhaps the Villain had gotten weak. He shrugs off the thought, swiftly extending the handle on his gear bag and striding past the interviewers in what appeared to be a single motion.

The duo pursued their target anyway.

Stacy: Matsuda, you’ve been strangely distant since beating Majin at Wrestlution in arguably the biggest win of your career--

The Eternal Ex Division Champion shoves the camera out of his face, only momentarily breaking their pace. The screen quickly returns focus on Matsuda who was now exiting the arena and entering the parking lot.

Stacy: Matsuda, you’ve even overlooked trash talk and outright beatings from Majin… that seems out of character for you--are you afraid of Majin?

Matsuda pauses, stopping dead in his tracks and removing his sunglasses. If looks could kill, Stacy might have died nine times over from the death glare he shot at OCW’s number one reporter. He takes a deep breath and gets into the back seat of the white limousine that he had just stowed his bag into the trunk of.

He takes a seat and pulls on the car door, however Stacy blocks the door with her foot.

Stacy: Matsuda, where are you going??

The Villain, now visibly incensed, finally speaks.

Matsuda: HOME.

He slams the door and the limousine pulls off, apparently towards the international airport. Stacy is left confused as the scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Did he just high tail it outta here?
	Looks like it!

Hardcore Championship
Damian Dark vs Crossbones

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a battle!
	That was rad!

The Sun is beating down on the pavement as people scurry to get in line. Customers scamble off like they have just purchased a winning lottery ticket from the corner store. Except these "custumers" are using the alleyway behind the store. Standing single file as if they are waiting for the newest Iphone to drop.

A kid that could only be 13 at best heads the line collecting cash and directing people to his partner. A hand to hand exchange is made and both parties part happy with the exchange. Like clock work money is thrown into a black bag until the line and the product are all gone.

The two D Boyz smile with approval as they make their way towards a tinted out Liquid Black Dodge Charger sitting on 24 inch rims.

They make there way to the back of the vehicle as someone inside pops the trunk. One bag is deposited as one is removed and the two make haste back to the alley as the car pulls of blasting a classic Sean Price song.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What in the, THATS ILLEGAL!!
	You're ILLEGAL, AYO HOOK ME UP!!! I NEED THAT 6PLUS !!!!!!!!!

The camera fades in to a backstage hallway, where we see a figure in the distance playing his guitar while it's connected to an amp. The man has green and white face paint on him, as well as white tights. The cameraman comes closer and the man takes notice. He puts his guitar to the side as he starts to talk to the cameraman. He extends his hand to the cameraman and shakes it.

Man: Name's Flynn, I hail from Scotland. Just stumbled 'pon here, friend said that doing the whole wrestling thing will get my band some exposure.

Cameraman: Your band? Where are they at?

Flynn looks to the side and licks his lips.

Flynn: Technically.......You're looking at it. See, as much as I enjoy being a one man band and playing for crap bars, it's more fun doing it with a whole crew, y'know? All these people here would be perfect fits!

Cameraman: So what's the plan for you here in OCW in the grand scheme of things? Regardless of whether or not you find people for your band?

Flynn: To be a RocknRolla!

Flynn grabs the guitar and strums it, producing a loud sound that echoes throughout the hallway. He then puts his guitar down again and grabs the cameraman by the shoulder.

Flynn: Y'see, some people like me want the drugs, some want the money, some want the fame, glamour.........But a RocknRolla is different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the whole f***ing lot!

Cameraman: Huh. So when can we see you in action?

Flynn looks up at a nearby clock.

Flynn: Later on tonight actually! I've got a lil date with the man they call The Gatekeeper.....

Cameraman: I thought Tyler Rose was supposed to fight him tonight?

Flynn: Apparently he fought some wee purple fella!!!He's not enough of a RocknRolla to stand up to the big man! Hey, you wanna hear one of my new songs? Lyrics are some deep stuff man.

Flynn picks up his guitar and starts playing some riffs.

Flynn: (Screaming) WHISKY........DRUGS.........ROCK N' ROLL.......PROSTATE HEALTH..........BED BATH N' BEYOND.........THE WHOLE F****EN LOT!!!!

Flynn keeps playing his song as the cameraman slowly starts to walk away as the feed fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh for the love of!
	It's catchy don't hate!

The Xtron Flickers On!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	This is how I feel sometimes!
	I fell that!

Kwan: I don’t get it maaaaan, why did you want me to wear this thing? My match is about to start I gotta get it off quick.

Kwan Watts can be seen by the guerilla position with his friend Justin Miller. The issue is that one wouldn’t know it to be Kwan Watts, as he’s currently wearing a full gorilla suit at the behest of Miller. Justin simply smiles and looks around nervously. Seeing who he wanted to see approaching, he stands back.

Xander: HEY KWAN! The suit looks great on ya man. I’m sure the fans’ll love it. In fact, let’s just make sure they can enjoy it for the whole week.

Rane pulls a bottle of super glue out of his pocket and pours it all over the zipper to Kwan’s monkey suit before kicking him out of the guerilla. Not quite having wrapped his head around what just happened, Kwan runs down the ramp and into the ring screaming.

Kwan: BRUUUUUUHHHHHH!!!!! What are you..........I hate you Xander!!!!

The Rain Man gets himself ready to make his own entrance for his macth before turning to Justin Miller.

Xander: Why’d you help me set him up anyways?

Justin: I just thought it’d be funny. AND IT WAS!!!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That Miller kid is kind of a dick!
	You just can't appreciate good comedy. That's why your wife left you.

Zander Rain vs Kwan Watts

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The words!
	Just breath!

The scene opens to the showering of street shrapnel as a Safescan 22500 Currency Counter somersaults and soars through the air in a flutter of floating, crisp, hundred dollar bills, before careening through a cloud concocted of cannabis and watermelon flavored Primetime plumes and coming to rest at a pair of charcoal colored, Corcoran Combat Boots and cigar ash.

Doing her due diligence to cope with the searing, sensation, radiating from the fractured radius of her forearm, the five foot nothing, fine figured, femme fatale, Felicia Anna-Cruz Escobar brushes a few strands of her luxuriant raven colored hair from the brow of her caramel complexion, gritting her bottom lip with a grimace as her doe eyes dart to and fro for another projectile.

Presenting the pulverized bodypart to Hannibal atop an assortment of ammunition, firearms, blueprints and documents strewn across the makeshift war room tabletop, Face hurries to unfasten the metal hardware of her Versace Medusa belt buckle, which proves to be a tremendous undertaking with just her one stable and functioning arm.

Hitting the fifth of Hennessey hard before sinking her teeth into the soft and supple designer leather now mashed between her mandible moments before the madness that is Hannibal's street surgery ensues with the cringing crunch of collagen and calcium resetting.

Hannibal D: Now a days everybody wants to be a savage until they get tested.

Hannibal D: But when you act tough you get layed down.

Hannibal D: Everyday we in the field and you really ain't putting in that work.

Hannibal D: Yall Bustas dont have the heart.

Hannibal D: I've been doing dirt since savages been been in diapers and I'm going to keep doing dirt until they put me in the dirt.

Hannibal D: I took down half of the Crenshaw police department in less than 30 days, with just my mind, these black leathers and a box of watermelon Primetimes, and you Bustas wanna bring bats and break bones?

Hannibal D: So make sure your next move be your best move,because you don't really wanna go to war with Hannibal.

Hannibal D: My street science is impeccable and buried in this cortex of biblical brain cells and cerebral fluid lay the foundation of unfathomable formulas to f**ck up your day.

Hannibal D: This is my family.

Hannibal D: The soldiers I eat meals with.

Hannibal D: Do you know where yours is at?

The camera pans to the announce team.

	A Stern Warning!
	Was it ever!

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