Nathan lays still on the canvas as KD stands victorious! The ref tries to hold up KD’s hand, but it just isn’t physically possible! D’Angelo slowly exits the ring, holding his head and limping.

Nathan takes a few more moments to begin to stir. The lights flash in his eyes, not really helping him gain his compsure. He finally struggles to his feet utilizing one rope at a time.

Upon gaining his balance, he motions for a microphone and catches it when thrown! He limps to the ropes facing the entrance ramp, as KD’s music fades.

Noticing that his music ended early, and knowing damn well no one cuts to commercial during his time, he turns to see Carter leaning on the ropes, staring a hole through KD!

Nathan never takes his eyes off of KD, the crowd is silent in anticipation after such a match! Nathan slowly brings the mic up, his breathing echoing through the arena.

Nathan Carter: “You…didn’t…let me say my catchphrase! MY NAME IS NATHAN CARTER AND THIS HAS BEEN YOUR PLEASURE! Now, let's hit the showers!”’

The crowd cheers and laughs as The Gatekeeper shakes his head and walks away. Nathan rolls out of the ring and reclaims his cape from the woman in the front row, playing up his injuries to her, as she kisses his head lumps, oh so sweetly.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Even in defeat he's a cut up!
	Thats Carter Sauce For ya!

As the scene opens, we see the familiar setting of a backstage locker room area. The room is dimly lit and feels quite empty. The camera pans to the ground, panning across a fairly standard floor before feet come into frame. Followed by legs. Followed by the rest of a person.

That person is The One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, who is currently continuing to ride out his first experience with marijuana. Next to Minio sits the empty husk of an Almond Joy, melted chocolate still stuck to the wrapper, as well as Minio’s finger tips and facial hair.

His eyes, bright red and heavy, stare up at the single light that illuminates the room. He begins speaking, presumably to himself.

Bobby Minio: This… uhhh, this is um… This is different.

Bobby Minio: I think I can feel the hair on my legs growing… no… that’s the blood flow in uhh… In my feets. No, my legs.

Bobby Minio: I think it’s just everything.

Bobby Minio: Has my body always felt this awkward?

His face is now reading a sort of un-threatened confusion. It might be more accurately described as introspective.

Bobby Minio: Where am I? I mean I know… I’m at the Manhattan Center, yadda yadda… I mean, where am I… as a person?

He begins gesturing in random directions of the locker room.

Bobby Minio: How do I work this?

Bobby Minio: Where is my large title belt?

Bobby Minio: This is not my beautiful championship!

Bobby Minio: This is not my beautiful career!

He attempts to push himself up from his seated position onto his feet, but a rush of blood and air to his head results causes his cheeks to go flush, which forces him back onto his keister again. He slumps against the wall, looking at bit resigned to his position in the room.

Bobby Minio: I’ve wasted… all this time… being so closed minded. Being closed off to… this gift.

As he makes that last comment, his eyes cross, as they attempt to look up at his own forehead. A cautious hand reaches up, feeling around where a third eye would rest on his forehead.

Bobby Minio: Wait… has my head always been this big? Oh shi… oh god I think it has.

A look of deep terror washes across Minio’s face, but he quickly stymies the feeling, his expression returning to blank introspection as he trails back into his thoughts.

Bobby Minio: What is that beautiful title belt?

Bobby Minio: Where does that beautiful career go to?

Bobby Minio: … Am I right… or am I wrong?

The look of existential terror reappears on Minio’s face, cosmic realization begins crushing him from all sides, as if the room is closing in on the man.

Bobby Minio: My god… WHAT HAVE I DONE?

As he begins to ruminate on that question, his eyes fixate on space and time itself, beyond the room in front of him. Idly, his hand reaches down to the Almond Joy wrapper, which he raises up to his face, where he then bites at nothing.

Realizing his snack is gone, his pushes his body up, this time with more of a purpose, finally reaching his feet again. His shoulders lurch forward, carrying him into the hall, out of frame and in the direction that viewers familiar with his… unique needs… might imagine would be the catering area.

As Minio steps into the hallway, the camera pans back to the Almond Joy wrapper and the scene fades into the next segment.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hey man he's having a bad trip!
	You know nothing Leb...SCAGGS!

Scene opens to Tre Golden lounging in a folding chair watching Argos, Xander Ranes Puppy companion. A man dressed in an expensive tailored suit approaches Tre. With a thick Eastern European Accent, he speaks.

????: Excuse me sir…. Wait what are you doing?

Tre Golden: Watching a puppy, that's watching this air vent for a vampire to appear.

????: Do you really think a vampire is going to appear?

Tre Golden: Not a chance…. But my buddy does…, and I have nothing better to do. So what the hell.

????: About that, Mr.Hobbs had sent me to fetch you to get ready for your special training session.

Tre Golden: Special session?

Raising an eyebrow, Golden looks at the man with piqued curiosity.

????: Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dr. Yuri Yakimov, I'm with C4 Sports Agency…. hired to help you reach your massive genetic potential. Mr. Golden, I have noticed you have been keeping your weight low, still hovering around 104 Kg at six foot five, this isn't mixed martial arts, you don't need to make a weight class anymore.

Doctor Yakimov smiles as Tre stands up towering over him.

Dr. Yakimov: Mr.Hobbs and I believe it's time to increase your strength….. Tremendously. We're thinking about 20 Kg of muscle sounds about right…. There's more and more Giants coming in everyday, you have the distinct genetics to combat them in strength, speed and skill. We may need to change your style… I can see it now, high technical wrestling combined with raw animalistic power….

He closes his eyes and appears to savor the thought in his mind, he opens his eyes and pulls out a pair of eyeglasses from his breast pocket and places them on his face, he turns his head to look at golden with his steel grey eyes.

Dr. Yakimov: Are you ready to get to work?

Golden looks over to the mastiff puppy closely watching the air vent.

Tre Golden: Argos, I need to go handle some things, I can trust you to handle things here right?

The puppy barks enthusiastically, and spins in a circle wagging his tail.

Tre Golden: Thought so… Let's Go Doctor. I'm ready to become the best I can be.

As the doctor walks on, Tre Golden stops suddenly, and pulls out a small bag filled with white powder, obviously the Devils White he offered Xander earlier, he lingers for a few seconds before chucking the bag in the garbage.

He jogs to catch back up with the Doctor who seemed unaware that Tre was not with him at every step.

Tre Golden: Request, can we play Hearts on Fire as I work out? Or maybe Lunatic fringe?

The doctor gives Tre a stern look at the scene fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	First Bobby, and now this dope!
	WONT SOMEONE THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!

The scene opens in a dark all with the only thing being visible is the back of an unknown figure. The figure having a hand to his ear.

???: Hello?

The crowd instantly erupts in a mix of boos and cheers.

Anthony: Did anyone get the message that it's Baking Time?

It was easy to tell that Anthony was on the phone with someone.

Anthony: Mom, mom. Listen to me. That man Leon made a mistake putting soap in my mouth.

The figure turned around as he waved a hand in the air as he spoke.

Anthony: Tyler Rose? Oh please. That man is nothing to worry about. What's he gonna do other than lay down for me?

Anthony: Hello? Mom? I can't hear you. Especially over the sound of how awesome I am.

Anthony: Any who. Cupcake out.

He slammed the phone on the ground as he tilted his head and looked straight into the camera. He leaned back as he raised his hands to his mouth as he let out a loud roar.

Anthony: IT'S BAKING TIME.

He turned around and walked down the alley and into the darkness.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Well then
	DAD

Tobin Frost vs Xander Rane

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a manuever!
	Down to the wire!

The scene opens up with a huge american flag covering a back wall as a never seen before man stands in front of a camera with his back to it. As he saluted he turned to face the camera. The man began to speak with a strong southern drawl.

???: The flag behind me stands for pride, and everything that our soldiers fight for.

???: The white stands signifies purity, and innocence, Red, hardiness and valour, and Blue the color of the Chief.

He lifted a hand to point to himself as he smiled at the camera.

???: And me. I stand for the people. For all of you!

His finger now pointed at the camera as his smile never faded from his face.

???: From now on I, Wildman Willie Watson, Former Navy Seal, pledge to wrestle, and fight for all of you!

Willie: I will put my body on the line, and prove to y'all that I will fight for our pride, our freedom, and our entertainment!

He raised his hand to his head as he saluted toward the camera, the scene fading to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	A new face!!!
	I seen this kid making the rounds at house shows, he's got something!

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