Xander runs outside to the technical area and asks the timekeeper something before running back into the ring, microphone in hand.

Xander- Eleven minutes, seventeen seconds. That’s how long it took me to beat a seven foot tall dancing monkey. Do you guys realize how impressive that is? I dare Parker to try and beat that, eh?

The crowd cheer, many simply laugh, at the thought of OCW’s Godzilla attempting to kill the newly appointed King Kong with a time stipulation. Rane rolls out of the ring and begins taking a survey.

Xander-*holding a mic up to a member of the audience* How long do you say Kwan lasts against Parker?

Fan- That dummy couldn’t even beat Porker. Five minutes!

Rane looks the man in the eye and grins.

Xander- So you say he beats my time eh?

Fan: Heck yeah, you didn’t even come out to accept Cobra’s challenge last week, AND you got your *ss kicked by Drago later in that very same night.

Xander smiles and twists the mic around in his hand before bashing the fan in the head with it. He leans over the barricade and says to the now unconscious man.

Xander- I see your point, and I agree completely!

Xander- Let me just make one thing clear though, for anyone who is a bit confused. The ONLY reason I didn’t come out last week to accept Cobra’s challenge is because everyone knows there’s no way I would pass that opportunity up! OBVIOUSLY the challenge was accepted the moment it was heard!

The fans pop at the announcement that the match was now confirmed to be going down at Savage Lands. Finally, after months, a fitting ending to the rivalry made them all happy.

Xander- Now then, you over here. Hey buddy, how ya doin? Same question I asked my friend over there, but now there’s a second question, and I want you to think about this one even more carefully. How long will it take for me to kill Cobra on Sunday?

The fan, now seeing the results of giving an honest opinion, realized what the right thing to say was.

Fan #2- Well, obviously Mr. Rain Man Sir, Parker’s going to lose to Kwan because he can’t come close to the epic feat you just pulled off in that squared circle, and Cobra is going to lose to you in about 4 seconds.

Seemingly believing the ludicrous time the man just gave him, Xander hugs the man and moves on to ask the same question to the next perosn when:

???- Hey, is this thing on? Oh, good.

The camera pans from Xander to the jumbotron. It's a shot of AC Cobra sitting beside what appears to be a hospital bed. The crowd roars as AC appears on the screen.

AC- Xander, at Savage Lands who will you fight for?

AC has a dramatic pause then continues.

AC- This battle that you have within yourself is going to end. Will you continue to belittle, ridicule, and bully innocent people like me? I'm hoping you finally come back and see the bigger picture.

The camera inside the hospital rooms zooms out. Xander’s mom is laying in the bed while AC continues to speak.

AC points at Xander’s mom as Xander himself can now be seen seething.

AC- This battle is much, much more important. I know how it feels to be lonely, hurt, and filled with sorrow. Trance took me down a path of destruction a few years ago.

AC- Right now you’re on the same path of the old me. Don't allow your rage to cloud your judgment and what you originally came to OCW for.

AC- Savage Lands let's end this between us. End this battle amongst yourself and do the right thing. Let's leave it all in the ring and make your mother proud.

Xander- Cobra, Cobra, Cobra COBRA COBRA COBRAAA! YOU STUPID, LITTLE, ####################

Xander- Who the Hell do you think you are?!!? What do you know about my battle?!? About my mother?!? You’re asking me to make her proud?!? Cobra, I stopped giving a damn about making her proud the moment I had to start thinking about SAVING HER LIFE!!

Rane is now furiously pacing around the ring, clearly wanting to get his hands on the man on the big screen.

AC- You’re wrong to think that you can’t do both.

Xander- I will never begin to understand you, you son of a b*tch. Time and time again, I think I’m this close. This, $$$$#### close, to breaking you. Yet, you never do. I keep wrongly believing I’m never going to have to see your ugly mug again, and it irritates the everliving dookieshoe out of me.

AC- Maybe that’s cause deep down you’re scared the same won’t be true about her. Maybe you wish that just like the G-Unit keeps me strong and ready to jump back all the time, you could’ve woken your mom up so all this could be avoided. You don’t get it though Xander, she WILL wake up. All of this won’t be for nothing. Despite it all, everyone realizes by now all you do is for her, and in the end it’s all gonna pay off. Your mom’s gonna be just like me and keep fightin’.

Rane looks down at the floor as the crowd cheers for Cobra’s words. After a few seconds, he looks up at Cobra and responds with his voice clearly broken up.

Xander- If what you say is all really true, you’re gonna have to prove it to me Cobra. At Savage Lands, either my conviction is breaking, or yours is. I honestly hope it’s mine.

Cobra- You know it doesn’t have to be that way.

Xander shuts his teary eyes and smiles the first clearly sincere smiles he’s shown since coming to OCW before walking up the ramp.

Xander- Yeah buddy, it does.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I think Xander is insane.
	NOPE! just misunderstood, with a potty mouth!

K.D Angelo vs Flynn

The camera pans to the announce team.

	WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
	!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The scene opens

The screen is blurry as a shiny object reflects sunlight.
Slowly zooming out a 24inch lexoni rim wrapped in a low pro Perrelli tire comes into full veiw.

Car doors open and slam shut as a pair of scuffed timberland boots walk by the camera view.The camera lifts and begins to follow the two hooded men as they make their way from the trunk of the vehicle to the front of a building.

The sign on the the window reads "Ira Greenberg, esq.". The two men open the door and walk in. The pretty but dumb secretary barely looks up from her Iphone to notice the black gym bag being held up to her. Rolling her eyes and waving her had the two men walk straight into the bosses office.

Making their way into the small room the two men stand at the front of the desk as Mr Greenberg sits with his chair turned away from the door.

Greenberg - I take it we will be putting today's profits with all the rest ?

??? - Naw .... we came to make a withdraw!!!

Greenberg begins to laugh as he spins his chair to face two of his 3 favorite clients. Only these are not the two black men he was expecting.

The unlit cigar falls from his mouth as he just realized shit just got real.

Greenberg - Who who are yyyyyyou?

???1 - Doesn't matter , just give up the money before you piss my friend off !!!

???2 - You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.

Greenberg - I don't have any money here....this is just a small time lawyers office.

???1 - I warned you !!!

Greenberg is snatched up by the throat and slammed down on the table by the second man. As he gasps for air the stocky man grabs his let arm and twist it behind his back.

???2 - This guy is wearing a 80 thousand dollar watch and wants us to think he running a mom and pop law office.

???1 - That's a nice watch .

Greenberg - TAKE IT PLEASE JUST LET ME GO....WE CAN TALK THIS OUT!!!

The two men look at each other and nod as #1 grabs the man's wrist and snaps his arm backwards before removing the watch.

Greenberg screams in pain as the sound proof walls block any disturbance to anyone.

???1 - Now about that money!!!

15 minutes elapse as the two men exit the building carrying 5 duffel bags. They load them into the trunk of the car and pull off as the scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Did they just TAX Ira? Ira Greenberg?
	WELP (reaches under the desk to present a rather small bullet resistant vest!, which he quickly and poorly ties around his large frame) I'm ready.

	Why on earth would you have that under the desk?
	I live in Bed Stuy! DUH!!!

Dennis Black vs Nathan Carter

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a fight!
	What was up with the Production truck! we missed some action!

The scene opens on the backstage area, where Ed sits at a Tiki themed desk in front of a room. Behind him, a sign on the door reads “FAMILY TROPITHERAPY”, the setup implying that Ed is the receptionist. Ed does his best to look busy, pretending to answer a phone shaped like a banana, before he begins folding what appears to be a paper football. Preceded by the sound of boots stomping on concrete at a brisk pace, Bobby Minio bursts into the scene, standing front and center before Ed, who slowly looks up at the raging man.

Ed: Do you have an appointm-

Bobby Minio: Where are they?

Ed: I’ll need you to sign in here an-

Bobby Minio: WHERE ARE THEY?!

Ed: They’re inside the office and they’re waiting for you. You’re thirty minutes late.

Bobby Minio: So bill me.

Ed: Oh, we will.

As Ed looks as if he is about to continue to talk, Minio shakes his head in annoyance, before walking to the door. He stops in his tracks, his eyes fixing on the words on the sign.

Bobby Minio: Trop...i...therapy… I… ugh.

He shakes his head again, this time with a hint of disgust, before he opens the door violently. As he walks into the room, the camera follows him inside, panning around the room behind Minio. On one couch, Versus, in a suit that looks more like a vacation outfit than business-wear, sits across from Minio’s parents, who are cuddled up intimately together. Minio stands in the center of the room, scanning between Versus and his family.

Bobby Minio: So I finally get to meet my Father.

Versus: Mr. Minio, I’ll need you to take a seat.

Bobby Minio: I’m not participating in your bullshit, Versus.

Momma Minio: Bobby, this man cares about you. He went through all this trouble, he flew us out, he put us in a great hotel and he’s trying to mend the wounds that… as he described, so clearly dictate your entire life.

Bobby Minio: Oh, give me a goddamn break!

Momma Minio: BOBBY, SIT YOUR ASS DOWN.

As if she were using some sort of cheat code, Minio’s head tilts. His expression revealing a sort of resigned defeat, the kind that only a mother can command. He begins to look around for somewhere to sit. Versus, with a pen in hand, leans forward, gesturing behind Minio.

Versus: That’s your seat, right there.

Minio turns his head, looking around for the chair. The only thing he can see is a saggy wicker bucket chair with a floral pattern, which results in Minio’s arms raising from his sides, palms open in confusion.

Versus: That’s the one, that right there.

For a moment, Minio is going to protest. His mouth opens, the words about to form, when daggers from his Mother’s eyes hit their target. Minio, resigned in defeat again, slumps down into the chair, a long sigh escaping from deep in his chest.

Versus: Good, now, let’s get started. Bobby, we’re here to talk about your issues. I was just explaining to your parents my diagnosis and suggestion to prescribe you some medical mariju-

As soon as Minio had sat down, his eyes locked on his Father. They’ve narrowed, his head cocked, analyzing the man with an arm wrapped another his Mother’s shoulder, another hand interlocked at the fingers with hers. Something isn’t right and it is painted all over Minio’s face.

Bobby Minio: Who is this?

Versus: Excuse me?

Minio begins to sit up in the bucket seat, well, attempts to sit up, but fails, awkwardly slumping back into the pit of the chair. With a frustrated groan, he points at “Bobby Sr.”.

Bobby Minio: Who is this man?

Versus: This is the man from the video, the video that I showed you.

Bobby Minio: Yeah I get that. I get it… but this isn’t my Father.

Both “Bobby Sr.” and Momma Minio have sheepish looks on their faces, Minio’s scrutiny making them both uncomfortable. Versus, now leaning forward, looks genuinely confused.

Bobby Minio: Ma… you’ve shown me pics of my Dad, my real Dad, growing up. This ain’t that guy. I don’t know who the F**K this guy is. I have no F**KING CLUE… but this ain’t him.

Momma Minio: Welllll…

Versus: Wait… I thought you recognized this guy on the video?

Bobby Minio: I DID, well… I mean, look, he bears a resemblance… to me. Not to the guy I’ve been shown. This isn’t that guy. I don’t know who this guy is.

Bobby Sr: Son…

Momma Minio: No. Okay, he’s right. Enough. Enough.

As Minio strains to lean forward in the bucket seat, Versus leans back, sincerely entertained by the situation unfolding before him. “Bobby Sr.” looks uncomfortable, while Momma Minio looks ready to come clean.

Momma Minio: This… is not your Dad. You’re right.

Bobby Minio: Well, who is this dude?!

Momma Minio: Well, this is Robert, just not Robert Minio. This man is not related to us…

Bobby Minio: So… why the hell are you two canoodling on the couch over there? Is this some kind of f**king goof? Some kind of goddamned gaff?

Momma Minio: Well… Look. Okay… Mr. Versus was kind enough to put us up in a wonderful hotel… but there was only one bed.

Bobby Minio: … No.

Momma Minio: We didn’t know how this was going to play out and we didn’t want to offend Mr. Versus sooo…

Bobby Minio: “Didn’t want to offend MR. VERSUS.”

Momma Minio: So we decided to look, and uhh… act the part. Throughout our stay.

Bobby Minio: Ma, stop.

Momma Minio: Everyone in this room is an adult, Bobby… We had an adul-

Bobby Minio: OH FOR F**K SAKE!

Momma Minio: He’s a great guy, Bobby! I mean sure, it’s a little wear that he does look a bit like he could be your fath-

Bobby Minio: MA, C’MON!

A huge, surprised grin has spread across Versus face, as he delights in watching this playout. “Bobby Sr.” is now trying to look anywhere but at Minio, while Momma Minio continues to double down, holding her ground against her spiteful son.

Momma Minio: You are not going to dictate how I live MY LIFE, Bobby. I am a woman. I have nee-

By now, Minio is groaning in frustration, before crying out in disgust.

Bobby Minio: Ma, enough! I cannot believe you! I can’t believe you let- …

Again, Minio strains to lean forward in the bucket seat, this time attempting to face Versus. After yet another unsuccessful attempt, he lets out a loud ground, rolling his weight forward until the seat tips over, spilling Minio into the center of the room. He stands up, immediately pointing an aggressive finger into the face of Versus.

Bobby Minio: YOU. YOU DID THIS.

Versus: Cerea- er… BOBBY. Bobby… I was just trying to help after Ed and Dad’s… er… this guy’s big night out. I had no idea this… was this.

Bobby Minio: It always just works out so perfectly for you, doesn’t it Verse?

Versus: Well, I do consider myself a lucky guy.

Bobby Minio: Oh… you’re lucky alright. You’re lucky that tonight, I have a match with your buddy…

Momma Minio: Bobby…

Bobby Minio: You’re lucky that I get Majin in a ring, with just the two of us.

Momma Minio: Bobby.

Bobby Minio: You’re lucky that I have an OUTLET. For what is brewing inside of me. Because if I didn’t…

Momma Minio: BOBBY.

Bobby Minio: IF I DIDN’T HAVE AN OUTLET FOR THIS, YOU WOULD BE IN DEEP SHIT, VERSUS.

Momma Minio: BOBBY, GODDAMNIT!

Bobby Sr: Now son, listen to your Mother.

As if they were all tied to the same hive mind consciousness, Minio, his Mother and Versus, all snap their attention to “Bobby Sr.”, who does not seem to realize what is about to happen. With a shift of the weight at his hips, Minio unleashed a monstrous superkick, which lands square in the face of “Bobby Sr.”, blood immediately pouring from the ruins of his nasal cavity. Bobby’s Mom immediately leans over “Bobby Sr.”, protecting him from a follow up attack. Versus stands, quietly ready to defend himself if Minio’s attack continues.

Bobby Minio: Don’t you ever… talk to me again, you goddamn CREEP.

With a frustrated groan, Minio turns, facing the doorway, where Ed had been leaning in, watching the scene unfold. As Ed notices that Minio is seeing only red, he ducks out of the doorway, where he presumably jumps back into his seat at his desk. Minio turns back to the scene in the room, shaking his head once more in disgust.

Bobby Minio: Majin can thank YOU for what’s about to happen.

As he storms out of the room, he reaches up, ripping the “FAMILY TROPITHERAPY” sign down from the door as he passes it. The camera watches him leave, the grizzly sounds of the wounded “Bobby Sr.” continuing in the room as the scene fades into the next segment.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Well that was just uncalled for!
	WHAT? That's emotional pain and suffering you can get 100 grand for that in Florida!

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