Camera pans the backstage area, where the power 'couple' of OCW come into frame. Dennis carrying 6 large pieces of travel luggage, and one duffel bag, with a certain TV title glistening out of the bag a little.

Dennis: Hey, can you get the door?

Madison steps clearly into frame and slowly works her hand around the door knob before stopping. Dennis stands still, not taking his eyes off of the doorknob. Madison points to a name placard on the door.

Madison: Um...are you sure this is our locker room?

Dennis: Does it say Dennis Black?

Madison: Yes, but it also s...

Dennis: Don't care, don't care, don't care. Just open the door please.

Madison: Ok, moody. Savage Saturday was an accident. Everyone misses a flight once in awhile.

Dennis: Not by four hours, Madison. I just want you to make friends that aren't a bad influence. My arms are killing me, just open.

Madison opens the door and a plume of smoke billows out. Dennis drops the bags and begins to immediately choke. Madison stops and breathes in the smell.

Dennis: Jesus! Who did they stick us with Cheech M (he stops, and the lightbulb goes on when he realizes who it must be) Versus.

Versus: The one and only right? Seriously, I'm still the only one, right?

Madison looking intrigued as she notices Versus is smoking in his birthday suit.

Madison: Well well well, what do we have here?

Versus: It's just weed, no biggie.

Madison: Oh...I'd go ahead and say it's a biggie.

Versus: (Not picking up the innuendo) Nah, it's not even a crime anymore in most states.

Dennis looks at Versus confused and a little frustrated because, well, there's a naked dude smoking weed in front of him and his woman. He drops all of the bags on the ground, stretches out and looks at Versus again.

Dennis: Hey!, can you put on some pants?

Versus: I sure could!

Versus goes back to taking a hit, he holds it in for an extended period of time, with dead silence and awkwardness encompassing the entire room.

Dennis: Now?

Versus breathes out, and looks at Dennis confused.

Versus: Everyone's got their pre match ritual, and tonight, I got a match, and...I have my ritual. I smoke and become one with the aura of the arena, really take in all that energy that the people are expelling. Gotta be one with the people man. You want a hit?

Dennis: Hmmm, get high with a naked dude, or go find another locker room with Madison that doesn't have (Dennis waves his hands around in front of his face to identify the general area of his disgust) this.

Madison: I'm ok with it.

Dennis and Versus have 2 distinctly different reactions, Dennis is disappointed, Versus is elated (not THAT elated, but PG13 elated) but both equally shocked.

Dennis: You want to stay in here with this nudist stoner?

Madison: He's a legend Dennis, and I can see why...(Dennis rolls his eyes, Madison collects herself) I mean really, how often do you get to pick a legends brain for tips and tricks?

Dennis: I don't know, any time, ever?

Versus: You know, I can hear you right? Am I stoned? Yep. Am I naked? You betcha. Do I know a little something about that title you're holding, and that title you could be holding? Yep.

Madison: See, we should stick around.

Versus: She gets it. Want a hit?

Madison looks at Dennis and Dennis (subtly) shakes his head no. Madison rolls her eyes, and makes her way over to Versus and takes the V-Vaporizer (copyright Versus 2016). She slowly puts the pull tube into her mouth...deeply into her mouth and takes a pull. In one full inhale she clears the bowl. Dennis and Versus stare in shock as she exhales a LARGE cloud of smoke and a few smoke rings. Versus stands up, and begins to walk off.

Versus: You know what, I think...um...I think it's time I go put on my erection...ATTIRE!! Attire for tonight's festivities. You guys make yourselves at home, move whatever you hard to...have to...have to.

Dennis: Really?

Madison: Loosen up, when in Rome right?

Dennis: No. And what the hell do you think he even knows about this title?

Versus from the shower room.

Versus: I can still hear you! And the things I know about that title, is that if it weren't for me, that title, and the other Turmoil title wouldn't exist. Remember kid, those started off as the CCW title, and you're looking at a multiple CCW Heavyweight title holder. So, let me get ready, and me and you can chat a little more about.

Dennis looks at Madison, and Madison gives the usual "Woman who's correct" look. You know, the head tilt, the eyebrow rise, slow blink and smirk. Yeah, I know you know it.

Dennis: Ok, Ok, we'll chat.

Madison continues to take deep inhales, followed by quick exhales. Dennis looks away from her and mutters to himself.

Dennis: A vaporizer gets more attention than I do.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	HAHAHAHAHAHA
	This isn't funny this is disgraceful!

The X-Tron Flickers On!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I do not agree with him!
	Well that's because you are a sissy!

We are once again in the beautifully unique office of Mugen, the Overlord and greatest OCW CEO in the history of all time and space. Sitting in his massive throne like chair is one Tiberius Octavian Dupree, lounging with his feet on the desk flicking his Dragon's Breath lighter like he owns the place.

In walks The Solution, no body guards or security in tow, just the Master of Immugenation as he does a double take upon entry. He slams the door and storms into the room right towards Dupree.

Mugen: You must have a deathwish dummy. What the hell are you doing in my office again?

Dupree gives his classic half smile.

Dupree: I figured it would be the last place your lap dog Dimsmore would check. That and you don't do any ACTUAL work around here, so I figured it was a quiet place to gather my thoughts.

Mugen: WHAT?! NO ACTUAL WORK?! You must be kidding me, I have to check in on accounting, check in on IT, TAKE CARE OF DUMMIES LIKE YOU IN MY COMPANY. Speaking of which, in about 2 seconds you're going to be gathering your teeth from the floor.

As Mugen approaches, Dupree hops to his feet and darts to the other side of the desk.

Dupree: That was cute, not Hello Kitty cute like booking me against my 2nd nemesis Matsuda in KOCW while the other hunts me down like a animal. Real cute.

Mugen: I didn't book you, you booked you, dummy.

The universe pauses, both Mugen and Dupree look directly at the camera as if the 4th wall is suddenly transparent.

They turn back to each other as if nothing happened and continue their chase around Mugen's gorgeously crafted desk.

Mugen: In other words, you carved your own gravestone when you crosssed The Purge. That's why you're running for your life now, something that dummy Sensation should have did.

Dupree: Run for my life? Savages don't run you freaking....

Mugen presses a large red button hidden underneath the top of his desk. Alarms and lights begin flashing in obsurd sounds and colors.

Dupree: Guess it's no longer quiet, time to go.

Dupree runs towards the bookshelf in Mugen's office and lifts a golden book labeled "Pride and Prejudice and Lariats". As he does, the bookcase disappears into the ground revealing a hidden tunnel.

Mugen: How did you know?!

Dupree: Because......it's golden like The Betterness. Off I go!

Mugen tries to chase Dupree into his secret passageway but Dupree runs and hits the switch to close the hidden bookshelf entrance. Mugen stops himself before he runs into the bookshelf.

Mugen: Ah. Oh well, I have more pressing matters to take care of.

Mugen shrugs and walks towards his closet and grabs his Royal Robes. He leaves the room and heads out of the room to the D.A.M Skybox.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	MESSAGE!!!!
	I don't know what you're talking about!

Crossbones vs Tyler Rose

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh good god!
	He's dead!

Here comes the rain can be heard and immediately the crowd pops, confused as they may be when The Rain Man comes out not making his usual entrance, but instead walks down the ramp wheeling what looks to be an electrocution chair down the ramp!

After lifting the chair over the ropes and settling it down smack dab in the center of the ring, Rane sits down and catches a microphone tossed towards him before addressing the crowd.

Xander: Soooooo, I bet you're all wonderin' why I've chosen to delete myself in front of you all right here right now on live television. Hardly the most romantic thing a guy can do huh?

The crowd indeed boos at the serious lack of romanticism going on right now as the crowd chants JUST SAY NO, JUST SAY NO.

The security by the barricades look at each other awkwardly, not quite sure if they're competent enough to stop this thinly veiled cry for help attempt, or if they're even payed enough to bother trying to.

Xander: Well don't worry guys. I see that point, and I agree completely. Careers may have ended, but mine isn't quite ready to be one of them. I just needed this chair for the straps you see.

Cheers can be heard at this as Xander gets up, now visibly excited.

Xander: Ladies and gentlemen, what I've prepared for you here today is a special kind of segment.

Xander: Now see, you all dig me. Am I right?

The crowd's pop gives him a very clear answer as he grins before continuing.

Xander: And you all dig my crazy cool tats. Am I right? You don't need to answer that one, of course you all do. Art ain't subjective. Now that's why as of today, I bring you all a weekly live art show!

Xander: Ladies and Gentlemen, I bring you......

He points to the stage as Tre Golden's music hits.

Xander: The Tattoo Parlor!

The crowd cheer wildly when they see that not only is Tre Golden coming out for this, he's carrying fireman style none other than an unconscious Kassidy Hayes!

After sitting Hayes down and strapping him in, the two look at each other and grin before turning to the guest of honor for the evening.

After a quick game of rock paper scissors, Xander gets to wake him up, and so he alternates with left and right books to the jaw as the crowd counts them joyfully.

Finally waking up to the sight of a fist coming towards him, Kassidy's eyes widen and he screams bloody murder.

Xander: Oh good, you're awake. How's it goin buddy? Welcome to the Tattoo Parlor, glad to have you as my first guest.

Not quite sure how he'd gotten here and extremely pissed off, Kassidy wanted to kick the shit out of these two oh so badly right now. But seeing the situation he was in, he wisely decided to stay quiet and still.

Xander: Hey scumbag, it's not much of a segment if my guest of honor is gonna be quiet the whole time is it?

Kassidy merely gathers up some mucus and spits in his face as a response.

Not even wiping it off, Xander grins and pulls out the tattoo gun he'd brought along with him from his pocket.

Xander: I guess you just wanted to get right down to it too huh? Let me tell ya, I'm excited about this one. I know you vamps are all about your marks and shit, so I added my own little personal touch to this cross.

Kassidy: A cross!? Are you dumb!?

Xander: Whatever, just hold still scumbag.

For the next couple of minutes, Xander's theme song blares over the speakers in an attempt to drown out Kassidy's screams of pain and rage.

Xander: There, all done. That wasn't so bad was it?

Kassidy: MY FACE!! YOU'VE DEFILED MY FACED!!!

Xander: Jeez, everybody's a critic. I don't think it's half bad. How about you guys?



The crowd all laugh hysterically at the cross shaped like an x on Kassidy's cheek as Rane and Tre lift him, still in chair, over the ropes and settle him down next to the commentators.

Xander: There you have it folks. This has been The Tattoo Parlor. Remember everybody, Careers Have Ended.

He and Tre then walk up the ramp, Xander holding up a sign to the camera that reads:

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What the Suger Honey Iced Tea!
	Oh man we are so getting sued!

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