The arena fills with boos as Elijah Dean looks down at Kwan Watts and begins to laugh. He raises his arms and soaks up the boos as Kwan starts to gain consciousness.

Elijah pushes the ref out of the way and makes his way out of the ring. He jumps at random people sitting in the front row as he makes his way up the ramp. Suddenly Drake Dauers theme hits, and the boos turn to cheers.

Elijah looks on as Drake and AC Cobra make their way from behind the black curtains carrying a kendo stick and a bat. Elijah holds out his arms, waiting to get attacked. He keeps his arms out and slowly walks back to the ring, all while keeping his eyes on Drake and Cobra.

Suddenly KD runs down the ramp, and clotheslines Drake and Cobra from behind. He starts to stomp out Cobra. Elijah starts to laugh as Drake rolls down the ramp and stops right in front of him.

He picks Drake up and tosses him into the barricade. KD and Elijah high five each other and laugh as they look down at the destruction they just caused.

KD: Sissies!!

Elijah: I see big things for us, cuz. Big, BIG THINGS!!

They stomp on Cobra one last time as they make their way up the ramp. The medics cautiously make their way down the ramp and past the two giants.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	2 of the largest men in OCW teaming up!!! Oh this can't be good!
	We need a tag team division!

The camera cuts to what is sure to be the cultivation of a calamity of colossal proportions, cooked up and conducted by Online Championship Wrestling's journalistic gem, Stacy Clark.

Stacy, struggling for direction under the severity and scale of her impending and assigned segment, perspirers, profusely, pondering if all precautions are properly in place to ensure that herself, the crew and all talents involved are at least for the moment protected.

Analyzing the ink inscribed on her personal itinerary with malcontent, Clark’s confidence in the credentials of both the concrete, confines of this converted locker room and the countless, coalition of Online Championship Wrestling's staff security’s ability to contain both criminal and savage alike is certainly less than optimistic.

Stacy’s stressful search for solace seems to solely rely in her security’s SABRE Red branded peppers spray canisters and the GARRETT SuperWand, handheld, metal detectors, distributed by the dozens on OCW’s dime.

Preparing to initiate the intake, Clarks characteristically, charismatic and crystal, clear cadance cracks and quivers on nearly every consonant with a continuous compulsion to swap her mic from hand to hand in anticipation of what is sure to be an ensuing calamity.

Stacy Clark: Now, everyone remember rehearsal.

Stacy Clark: Follow protocol and procedure, and we all go home and put our heads on our pillows tonight.

With Stacy’s signal, security divides their duties with each squad stationing and securing the heavy duty stainless steel door handles of both the South and North entrances alike in a white knuckled death grip.

With the resonating reverberations of security door alarm buzzers and the rusted rasp of metal recoiling, Stacy’s staff proceeds with their preparations by the processing and procuring of any paraphernalia present on either entering parties.

Always arriving in the aromatic, aroma they are associated with, The A-Team does not disappoint nearly drowning in dope, while the brothers Savage simply stroll with only their swagger and swole.

The contraband collected consisting of chains, currency, cannabis, a pair of gold plated knuckles, some lean and a few cans of Buffblaster are quickly cataloged and contained until Clark’s interview has been conducted and finally concluded.

Stacy Clark: Both parties here tonight, Savage U and A-Team have agreed to a parlay to discuss monetary and/or property exchange on neutral ground.

Stacy Clark: Any violence of any kind is strictly prohibited, if such violence arises, the initiating party will face sanctions from OCW and possible repercussions from local authorities.

Stacy Clark: We will now begin with a statement and/or proposition from Savage U.

Sean McGee: We got your money, every dime of it. Tell us who hired you, give me the deed to the house and we MIGHT just call it even.

Stacy Clark: A-Team.

Hannibal D: The full disclosure of our client not only violates the integrity of our business but violates the code of the street as well. We do not snitch Mr. McGee and Mr. Frost.

Hannibal D: As for the deed to your childhood home, that property's financial worth doesn't equate to a fraction of what was taken from us.

Tobin Frost: You will give us what we ask for or we'll just take it, those are the only terms.

Security takes a few steps forward, Stacy takes a few steps backwards.

Stacy Clark: Must I remind you that...

Sean McGee: Shut your face woman, if I wanted to break this old man's arm I would have done it already, we don't give a damn about your sanctions. We want to know who hired you and I want that deed and we want them both right now.

Mez Murdock and Omar Gibbs rise a prepare for war. Savage U are already out their seats, the 4 men stare each other down from across the table. Dunny remains seated and very much in control.

Hannibal D: I know what your capable of Mr. McGee and Mr. Frost, but I also know what we're capable of as well and our resources far out reach your own. A physical altercation here may warrant a few problems, legal possibly medical fees etc.

Hannibal D: Yet the real problems will be for you and your family, friends and anyone associated with you Mr. McGee and Mr. Frost. It would be a major oversight on your part if I'm not making myself absolutely clear.

Panicking Stacy tries to grab hold of the situation like a professional.

Stacy Clark: Gentlemen, Gentlemen, Maybe you guys should possibly just settle on a simple exchange of goods and call it a night, nobody should have to get hurt....especially me.

Neither Savage U or A-Team look like that care if anyone gets hurt. Tobin says something to Sean, never taking his eyes of A-Team in the process. Sean nods as and they both put duffle bags onto the table.

Tobin Frost: Money for the deed. We already know who hired you. We just wanted to break you like we did at Savage Lands.

The smoke of his Primetime cigar can't hide the momentary smirk on Dunny's part.

Hannibal D: Jokes and anecdotes are for comedians Mr. Frost. Paper for paper.

Hannibal D is handed a folder by the fractured Greenberg, he slides it across the table, Mez and Gibbs grab the bags, Sean snatches the deed. The tension in the air eases slightly as the exchange is a success. Stacy steps forward.

Stacy Clark: Very well. If each party would kindly exit in the same manner they entered.

Nearly 3 minutes passes before either party makes a move, eventually the camera fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Thank GOD NO ONE GOT SHANKED!!!
	REALLY SCAGGS? REALLY? you watch WAYYY TO MUCH LOVE AND HIPHOP, BOY I SWEAR!!

A.C Cobra vs Crossbones

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Ballgame!
	Ok settle it down.

Tre: Where the hell are we going Xander??

Xander looks Tre dead in the eyes and shakes his head.

Xander: The same place I told you we were going 20 minutes ago, then 12 minutes ago, then 7 minutes ago, then 3 minutes ago, then yesterday, and even now.

Xander: I don't know how many times I have to say this to you Tre, but WE'RE GOING VAMPIRE HUNTING!

Tre shakes his head and sits down, looking up at Rane with an exasperated sigh.

Tre: I know you keep telling me that, but the reason I keep asking is cause we've now walked around the arena 4 times, and while you seem really confident about it, I dont think you have any idea where to hunt this vampire.

The rain man squats down in front of Tre and grins sheepishly.

Xander: I'll tell you the truth, I have no idea if he's even at the arena buddy. He kind of just shows up on whatever show he wants when he wants.

Tre looks down at the ground and starts trembling, whether it's in anger or laughter is unknown. Looking up to the ceiling and counting to 10, Tre takes deep calming breaths before getting up and beginning to walk away.

Xander: Wait Tre!

Tre: NO! Shut the hell up man, what the hell do you mean wait. I've been waiting for the past hour jerk.

Rane walks up to Tre and hugs him right before letting go and pointing at where he was sitting.

Xander: Wait no longer Goldy, look at that.

Tre: What, the air vent? I sat there because I was sweaty after going vampire hunting for hours with you. I told you we should've done this my way and just snorted some cokezero but noooooooooooo. That DOOKIE FOCUSES YOU MAN!

Xander: No Tre look, the vent, it's open. This gate is legitimately just being held there by duct tape. You know what this means?

Tre: Lazy maintenance staff?

Xander: No you fool! This is where Hayes hides during the shows! He clearly crawls back out through here whenever he's ready for a match or needs to get ready to jump us.

Tre looks from the vent to Xander a couple of times with a pensive look on his face before nodding his head.

Tre: Well yeah, when you put it like that it makes complete sense.

Xander: Hell yeah! I can't believe we didn't notice this before if I'm being honest with you. I mean, it's been staring at us in the face this whole time. This man has a Goddamn network of these passageways to crawl through with his skinny ass.

Tre: So what're we waiting for, let's go get this guy!

Xander: Hell no man, I've gotta go get ready for my match and your fro wouldn't fit in this thing anyways. What we'll do is keep watch. This man ain't sneaking up on anyone anymore.

Tre: Alright I got this. Ain't no one getting past Tre Golden unless it's Tre Golden.

Xander: That's the issue though. If Tre Golden can get past Tre Golden, you're not fit to guard this gate.

Tre makes his greatest "huh?" face.

Xander: All I need you to watch is the guy who's gonna guard this like a champ.

Reaching over his shoulder and into his vest in the back, Rane pulls Argos out and settles him down in front of the vent.

Standing him up by the paws and waiting for the puppy to settle down with his licks, Rane tells him his mission.

Xander: Alright Argos, I want you to be on the lookout for an anorexic man that's gonna try to come through here okay?

The little Mastiff makes a determined growl and walks around in a circle before laying down in front of the vent with his tail wagging attentively.

Tre: Xander, how long has he been inside of your jacket?

Xander: The whole time, he likes to follow me around, but he gets tired so I let him ride around in there.

Tre: Right then, so you want a puppy to watch this vent, wait for Kassidy to show up, and kick his ass?

Xander: That's exactly the plan, I'm glad you're following this pretty well.

Tre: And what the hell am I supposed to do then?

Xander: OBVIOUSLY, I need you to watch him and make sure he does his job! Do you realize how easily puppies, even killing machines like this savage here, get distracted?

Smacking his forehead and shaking his head, Tre sits down in front of the puppy and watches him with a determined fire in his eyes.

Tre: My bad bro, I should've realized that. I got this dont worry.

Xander walks away confident that now nothing can go wrong.

Xander is standing still with his back turn toward Tre and the camera pans of showing it is a TV paused, It is Kassidy at home watching Riot. Kassidy has a hand on his forehead shaking his his head,

Kassidy: Do these idiots really think that's how I come and go.....

Kassidy Stands out of his chair and walks away from the his living room, his cat jumps off the adjacent seat and followed.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh for god's sake!
	AYE MAN, DAYWALKERS ARE A THING!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp

Nathan stands in the ring with his microphone, which now sports the same round logo on his shoulder pads and ring gear. He shrugs his shoulders a few times to adjust the cape on his back.

His hair blows from the gigantic fans throughout the arena. His sweat glides down his chest like Sunny Bono down a slippery slope; the ladies are going wild!

Nathan Carter: “Bow before your Prince of Pleasaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!”

A mixed reaction from the men, but the ladies just can’t get enough! There’s a moistness in the air…the kind of fermentation that would only spur when your grandmother listens to The Beatles for too long.

Nathan paces the ring, and eventually leans his arms on the top rope facing the entrance ramp. He cocks his head to the side before going on…

Nathan Carter: “K’DANGELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Oooooooooh…. Hooo hooo hooo oooooooooh! Can you feel the tension?!?!”

More and more screams from the ladies! Nathan bats his eyes at the camera, then winks to a lady in the front row, she then pantamimes something that would make even Ron Jeremy blush.

Nathan props on leg up on the bottom rope and references his crotch while he begins to thrust! Now the men are laughing!

Nathan Carter: “I was going to pop open a bottle of champagne in the back after my match tonight with Groundskeeper Willie, but I’ll have no problem taking you to The Pleasure Palace, BABY!”

Nathan explodes off the rope in excitement and stops in the center of the ring! He looks around the audience and eats up their reactions, be it good or negative. He doesn’t kill the energy and immediately g ets to bussiness!

Nathan Carter: “In my eight months here in OCW I have faced more talent than I ever did my eight year career! First it was sweet ass little Jooky!”

The crowd cheers!
Nathan Carter: “Then there were others, like Xander Rane…”

They change to BOOING!

Nathan Carter: “We also have Parker! And Tobin Frost, and new people, and AHHHH WHO CARES!!!!?!??! Out of all of those people, none of them were K D’Angelo in singles competition, the one who has this Garden that I hear so much about!”

Nathan goes back to the ropes and points at the woman in the front row, she screams and waves her hands in the air, then begins fanning her face.

Nathan Carter : “I’ve got a lot of Led in my Zepplin, so after KD, I’m going to take YOU to the Garden and Robert PLANT MY--------“

A familiar sound cuts Carter off! He exits the ring and takes off his cape, handing it to the woman in the front row, asking her to hold it.

She puts it on over her shoulders and takes a seat next to her boyfriend, who Nathan tries to high five to no avail, so he slides back in the ring when the lights go down.

Nathan Carter vs K.Dangelo

The camera pans to the announce team.

	SWEET JESUS!!! What a match!
	HE DIDN'T GET ALL OF IT!

Mugen is backstage walking around the hallways of the arena still fuming over the King of OCW poster that was revealed earlier in the night.

He turns a corner towards the catering area where Madison and Dennis Black are seen sitting down talking. Madison notices Mugen out of the corner of her eye and immediately walks towards him.

Madison: Mr. Mugen! It's a shame what happened out there! How dare the marketing team forget to place you in dead center of the poster like you rightfully deserve so!

Mugen: Madison. You........you really get me.

Mugen looks at Dennis who has now joined the conversation.

Mugen: You are a lucky guy, able to get this locked down right here.

Mugen mouths the words "Put a Ring On It" towards Dennis. Madison notices it and the group of 3 start laughing.

Mugen: Anyways, what can I do for you guys?

Madison: Well, we know it's King of OCW time, but Dennis here isn't a part of the tournament on Riot.

Mugen: Say no more, Dennis, you want in the Riot side of the King of OCW?

With wide eyes, Dennis nods at Mugen.

Mugen: I got ya kid, you got a qualifier match. Only problem is, I really don't know who.........

A commotion from the other side of the catering area distracts Mugen. We see Kwan Watts making a scene with some of the OCW staff.

Kwan: BRUHHHHHHH. WHERE'S THE POTATO SALAD BRUHHHHHHHH. I'M SO FRUSTRATED THAT YOU GUYS CAN'T MAKE ANY, AND MY BACK HURTS BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH

A huge smile forms on Mugen's face.

Mugen: You get to face Kwan Watts in a King of OCW Qualifier. Good luck out there.

Mugen jestfully punches Dennis on the shoulder while Madison kisses Mugens hand as he leaves the two, The scene fades out.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hey that's not fair Dennis is a Turmoil Guy!! he can't be in 2 King Tournaments!!!
	LIFE ISN'T FAIR SCAGGS, HE'S HANDPICKED!!! DEAL WITH IT!

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