Just outside of catering, the Purge orderlies are congregated. Number 3 seems to be at the tail end of a long joke. 1 and 2 are listening intently.

Number 3: And then I said to her "Pardon me Rory, is that the cat that chewed your new shoes?"

The trio of orderlies burst into laughter. They seem to be in good spirits. Of course you still don't hear any sounds come out of Number 2. Need to get this man some Ricola.

Lacy: Orderlies!! Report to Lord Mugenta’s office. IMMEDIATELY!!

Lacy comes across their individual transmitters. The orderlies seem to have a bit of pep in their step as they leave catering. I mean they did get their hands on Dupree and escorted him out of the Manhattan Center.

They arrive at Lord Mugenta’s office and Number 2 is the one who opens the door. He sees Lacy standing in the corner of the room with her back to everyone. Just as you see Number 2 mouth the words “What’s goin’ on Miss Lacy?”, a rather large glass vase with the flowers still in it comes flying across the room and shatters across the face of Number 2. Number 1 & 3 follow in as they heard the crash.

Lacy begins to pick up a clay flower pot and looks like she’s chuck it at the orderlies again.

Number 1: WHOA!! WHOA!! WHOA!!

Lacy hesitates for a second and beings to take steps closer to the trio. Number 3 is tending to Number 2 who is still down on the ground in a heap. Number 1 tries to step in Lacy’s path but she hurls the pot in their direction. Number 1 quickly dives out of the way. Number 3 sees the pot out of the corner of his eye and quickly rolls to his left.

As Number 3 rolls away, Number seems to be coming to and rolls on his back with his legs slightly apart. Actually apart enough to where his “Lil Number 2’s” are exposed just enough for the pot to land squarely there. Yup, everyone except Sophia can sympathise with his pain right now.

Lacy (Screaming): YOU BUNCH OF BABOONS!!!!

Number 1 & 3 get back to their feet and look puzzled as to what has Lacy so up in arms.

Number 3: Miss Lacy, the enemy has been escorted off of the premises.

Lacy: Don’t you think I know that mastodon sperm. My problem is how did you idiots not track him to prevent him from getting in Lord Mugenta’s office?

Number 1 (Looking up at Lacy from Number 2’s side): Miss Lacy, the target was not seen as of 15 minutes prior to 3 and myself setting up for our office posts. Number 2 was on arena patrol and was supposed to inform us if the target was seen.

Lacy has an “Are you serious?” look on her face and directs it at Number 1. Number 2 is obviously the wrong person for communication at this time due to him not having a voice.

Lacy (In a mocking tone): And…… Did you hear from him??

Number 1 & 3: No ma’am.

Lacy removes her Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses and begins to rub her right temple. Looks like she’s developing a headache. She begins to walk circles around Number 2 who is still on the ground. Number 1 & 3 slowly back away from Number 2 as Lacy continues to walk.

Lacy: I’ll give you ingrates one more time to screw up or I’ll be forced to bring out extreme measures to get my point across. Is that understood??

Number 1 & 3: Yes Miss Lacy!

Number 2 beings to sit up as 1 & 3 are responding.

Number 2 (Whispering): Yes Miss….

Before he can even finish, Lacy hits Number 2 with knee strike that Dimsmore would be proud of. Number 2 is unconscious and sprawled on his back once again.

Lacy: I want perimeter patrols of the grounds here done every 35 minutes. Now take him and get out of here.

Number 1 & 3 hurry to Number 2’s side. They stand him up, each take one of Number 2’s arms on their shoulders and they scurry out of sight. We head back to ringside.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	They are like minions!
	Except less fun!!!

Xander Rane can be seen walking around backstage after his match with Tobin. Tired and hungry, he sits down against a wall and catches his breath.

Xander: Jesus, Tobin is a Fluffing monster.

With his stomach growling, he picks his head up as he hears footsteps rapidly approaching.

Argos jumps onto his lap and drops a wrapped burger out of his mouth.

Xander: What in the actual living dookie is going on? What are you doing here?

When his only reply is a lick to the face and a growl from his stomach, Xander shrugs and scratches Argos behind the war before enjoying the burger.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	First Drago, Kass and now Xander, is this the Animal Kingdom!
	POKEMANS, B!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

Parker lets the boos of the crowd ring loudly around the arena, almost deafening , but like music to his ears, as he stands there with a smug grin on his face from ear to ear, he takes a cigar from his jacket pocket and a cutter, takes a small snip from the base of the cigar and flicks the discarded end at a small child in the crowd, and laughs as the child's mother swears and screams back in his direction.

He turns away from the woman and lights up, swaggering around the ring, puffing away on his Monticristo, he motions to the announcer to hand him a mic, and as the boos slowly die down, he addresses his audience.

Parker: "When you think you've seen your favourite movie 100 times and know how the movie ends, along comes Parker with the DVD release Director's Cut with an alternative ending."

He begins to laugh hardheartedly as the crowd boo again.

Parker: "How dumb you all look...every single one of you....and you wonder why I am the GREATEST OCW superstar of all time?"

Parker: "Has there EVER been anybody in the history of this company that has swerved you more times than me? Has there EVER been anybody in the history of this company that has created so much controversy than me?"

Parker: "Just when you think you've figured out the controls, I change the game, I flip the script, I change the channel."

He pretends to polish his Hall of Fame ring and waves his hand around high in the air for all to see.

Parker: "Back when I joined this company in 2007, I told EVERYBODY..'You might not like me, but you will REMEMBER my name."

Parker: "And it seems some of you need reminding..I'm never away, I'm never sleeping, I pick my points, and I pick them PERFECTLY...Since 2007 I've had you all in the palm of my hand, and you keep making it so easy for me."

Parker: "But now, now all you rookies, and bitch ass new arrivals are really going to learn, you either need to nut up, or pack up, and I'll show you the door, because moving day has arrived, summer is over and school is once again in session.

Parker: I'm an old school gangster, an original gangster, not your weak ass rapping, pants saggin', reality TV appearing, bitch made gangsta, I'm a 'slap you in your mouth, take your girl for dinner and drop her back at your flat the next morning and you'll thank me' gangster, and it's time to do things the old school way."

He adjusts his hat a little and has a few more tokes on his cigar.

Parker: "But enough from me for now, I'll let my new acquaintance tell you the rest."

The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

The moment we never thought we would see happen in online championship wrestling just did as Leon goes to shake hands with his long time nemesis, Parker Stevens.

The crowd are in a uproar as the whole arena is boooing. The classic "You Sold Out." chants begin. Leon turns to the fans and shakes his head. Parker passes Leon the microphone.

Leon: "I am a sell out?"

Leon looks at Parker while laughing.

Leon: "A sell out because Kwan Watts decided to charge at me? That was self defence my friends and Dennis? He came out to this ring with Kwan Watts. If they both attacked this man that's standing in the ring with me right now, you people would cheer. Tell me I am wrong?"

Leon now lets the fans booos ring loudly all across the jammed pack arena.

Leon: "You all took it to social media and spammed my twitter account to tell me that I turned my back on you?"

Leon: "I never turned my back on any of you, but you guys?"

The camera zooms into Leon's face as Leon looks dead in the centre of the camera.

Leon: "You all turned on ME! Just like everyone in that locker room turned on me and then these newcomers?

Leon: They think they can just walk in? Say and do whatever the hell they want without any consequences? Na Ah. Not on my watch, so let me tell you all something!"

Leon: "Leonheart as of now is officially DEAD!"

Leon starts to soak in all boooooooos he's getting from the crowd.

Leon: "The Heart part of my name is no more and now. Well now you can all refer to me by my goverment name... Leon Valentine."

The crowd shout "WHAT!"

Leon Valentine: "I am starting over a new leaf. I stand before you a new man, the real me."

The crowd again shout "WHAT!"

Leon Valentine: "Not everyone is going to like me but you people need to realise? I don't care anymore!"

The fans really turn on Leon but Leon really doesn't care as he lets them continue to booooooo.

Leon Valentine: " So..."

Before Leon can say another word the fans just continue to shout "WE HATE LEON!" Leon looks over at Parker as the two of them laugh. This goes on for about five minutes before the fans get tired.

Leon Valentine: "Tired now? As I was saying. Why did I join this man?

Leon turns to Parker.

Leon Valentine: "He has beaten me to an inch of my life, beaten my girl, trashed my car, made fun of me and ended my amazing undefeated streak at Wrestlution seven."

Leon Valentine: "For years, I have took some of the best OCW has to offer and in return? I have been beaten down and disrespected from the people I helped in this business. I am tired of being the guy that helps these people to only be cast aside like I was nothing and in the end, it made me weak. I am not making the same mistake again in this era."

Parker seems pleased.

Leon Valentine: "The only person that actually talks any sense around here anymore is my nemesis... Parker Stevens."

Leon Valentine: "A few weeks ago I bumped into Parker backstage and we got talking. The vision he has for this place is the same vision I have. It's funny the man you think you hate the most wants exactly what I want and that ladies and gentlemen. That's Order 66!"

Leon passes the microphone back.

Parker: It's time for an change in policy when dealing with all these goose #### millennials, an old school policy.

Parker: We were all ready for an nice, quiet announcement last week, yet Dennis Black decided to put on his big boy trunks and his man tassels and stick his nose in club business.

Leon leans into the mic and cuts in.

Leon: And Kwan Watts clearly has a little brain damage from Savage Lands.

Parker: Old Country Way is here, and our mission statement is clear, Order 66 is in full effect, and it will be done with style, and old school swagger, and brutal efficiency.

He points between himself and Leon.

Parker: We are watching.

He tosses the mic back to the announcer as the show goes to commercial.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	An Emphatic message has been sent to everyone in OCW!
	But will anyone heed the warning?

The viewing audience finds their view now of the back of a certain tall, dark, and handsome guy. Or at least he believes he's handsome, but no one knows cause he wears a mask 99.9% of the time. The Monster is standing staring at a wall in the arena. His eyes boring a hole through the surprise promotional poster announcing the new King of OCW event.

The Monster: What a strange predicament we find ourselves in. Finally they decide to put the crown on the line once again. But their defending King isn't here. How grossly negligent of him. A king that would just hand over his crown with no protest is no true king at all.

Monster turns around, now leaning against the wall, his back obscuring any view of the poster.

The Monster: Oh! That's right! You're the reigning king! All hail king Storm!

He reels his head back in laughter.

The Monster: Your precious crown is on the line, and you can't do anything to retain it. I just want you to know, not even I had the power to plan this one. This was just a major swing of good fortune. Another way to tear you down. The question that has to be answered: Do I enter the tournament and win your crown for myself? Or do I enter and lose intentionally as you're forced to watch the crown sit atop the head of another? .......Well?

As if in response The Monster's left hand rises with a certain finger most prominent.

The Monster's laugh starts up again, he shakes out his left hand taking control once again as he walks down the hallway, away from the camera.

The Monster: Decisions, decisions......

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The Tactician is at work once more.
	This will spell D.I.S.A.S.T.E.R

Drago Cesar vs Sean McGee

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Woah!
	Word B!

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