The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

Nathan Carter: Interesting choice...but it changes NOTHING!!!! “Everyone has been talking about King of OCW lately, and MMMmmmmmmm! The hype is real, baby! Make no mistake about it, the entire World will be watching the KING OF OCW!!!! and The entire World will watch as OCW’s top superstars compete to be the One True King!... And the whole World will witness The Prince of Pleasahhhhhhhh… ascend to his Throne!”

Nathan pounds on his chest and points up at the entrance stage while some of the crowd cheers! He

Nathan Carter: “Every week OCW gets bigger! That means more competition, more freeeeeeeeeeesh meat, and more shows popping up faster than blisters underneath Tre Golden’s panties!”

The sold out arena erupts in laughter. Nathan removes himself from leaning on the ropes and heads to the center of the ring where his cape flows perfectly in the slight breeze.

Nathan Carter: “It’s a real joy watching the old team still squabble, fighting among themselves, trying to prove what exactly? Who’s second best to Carter? Who should pay for whose dinner? Who should hold my jock?”

More laughter ensues, Nathan scratches his chin while he paces the ring and continues…

Nathan Carter: “After dropping you fools, I became the Number One Contender for the North American Title! Didn’t quite get it. Then I faced off against Dennis Black! Didn’t quite get it. Then KD! Didn’t quite get it…

He places both hands on the microphone and puts his head down as he speaks on.

Nathan Carter: “Bitches, please, a moment of silence for K. D’Angelo’s dignity; I took him to The Pleasure Palace last week!! And while you may heave eaked out a win, I rode that bull for over twenty minutes, and I think I proved myself worthy of the King of OCW Tournament! “

Applause and cheers from all the women in attendance. Some of the men cheer, but most are still not feeling Carter and his weird shit. Climbing up on the apron and puffing out his chest, Nathan screams into the microphone!

Nathan Carter: “MY NAME IS NATHAN CARTER!!! AND THIS HAS BEEN YOUR PLEASURE!!!!!”

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The Sultan of Sexy Time is ready for the King of OCW!
	Is he even in it!!!!

Anthony Baker vs Justin Miller

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Quicker than a hiccup!
	Or a herpe!

We continue with Sean McGee being nearly decapitated by a bicycle thrown by Mez Murdock who almost threw the biker as well. The two have been fighting for what seems like hours, with no end in sight.

Running on pure rage and hatred these uncanny men now find themselves brawling down steps into a subway station. Mez boots a trash can thrown by Sean, we get a superb view of this through the smart phone of a nearby spectator.

This epic showdown has garnished quite the following, yet authorities have yet to respond to the carnage created by the two. Fortunately nobody landed on the third rail, instead they fall through the open doors of a stopped subway car.

Sean tries to pull a pole from the floor to swing at Mez, but Mez gives him a quick boot to the side, Sean falls into one of the seats. Mez finishes what McGee started and rips the pole from the floor and swings it at Sean's neck.

McGee catches the pole with a BUFF grip, out muscling Mez till he is nearly choking the man to death. As Mez struggles to get free the subway begins to pick up speed and Sean stumbles just enough for Mez to capitalize.

He knees Sean in the gut the shoves him back. Sean recovers swinging the pole like a baseball bat at Mez's ribs. Mez side steps and the pole rings off another pole. Everyone grabs their ears from the loud clang of the impact.

The subway pulls to a halt at another stop. Cleaning out their ears, Mez and Sean step calmly off the subway car onto the station. The stare each other down for a few seconds....then rush each other like a scene made for a comic book as we fade.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh man this is like Juggernaut vs The Hulk if they was black!
	..............

The moment Mugen took over as CEO of OCW he immediately gutted an entire wing of the OCW Headquarters for his own personnel, mainly his massive security force headed by The End Dimsmore.

Tiberius Octavian Dupree tonight, will try to infiltrate the Security wing of OCW HQ. Over the last week he’s literally turned over every stone in sight looking for Dimsmore. Knowing if he can get his hands on him once, just once he knows Dimsmore will fight him. Yet getting to The End, is proving extremely difficult.

Dawning one of Illuminati’s early masks from his days on Ambition, Dupree is trying to masquerade as The Messenger Damian Dark. Earlier in the evening Tibby spent nearly 2 hours drawing poorly done tattoos in felt tip marker onto his skin.

Feeling fully disposable Dupree only needs to maintain this disguise long enough to enter the building. He approaches the side door to the Security Wing like he owns the place. The Purge’s most popular security guard #2 examines Dupree Dark. He knows The Messenger wears a different mask everytime and he also knows he hasn't seen him in weeks.

Dupree Dark: Open the door or I’ll snatch your face, snatch face!

#2 turns his head sideways like a confused pup. Reminded of his recent chastisement #2 isn’t taking any chances with Damien Dark. He opens the door to let the impostor in. He speaks through his communicator to someone upstairs.

#2: I’m escorting Damien Dark to the barracks, have #1 cover my post.

As soon as the two of them are in the hallway alone Tibby straps #2 into a familiar modified Pepperton Sleeper then drags him into a storage closet. What seems like only seconds later Dupree steps out storage dressed as #2 with his hood up. He walks with a purpose towards the elevator as we fade.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	ITS LIKE A SPY MOVIE!!!
	You can't see it but I got the Mission Impossible Theme on my phone right now!

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