The scene opens with a shot of Dennis and Madison walking down the hall. The cameraman continues to move back as they walk toward him. They carried on their conversation while paying the camera no mind. Madison holds up two folders and waves them in Dennis’s face.

Madison: We’re all set for a new beginning! All you need to do is sign and we’ll be exclusive to Tuesday nights. Isn't that wonderful? The banquet is going to be AMAZING! I love being Queen.

Dennis: Meh…

Dennis was still in a foul mood after literally flying into Parker’s TRUTH SIREN at King of OCW 2016.

Dennis: Sorry, were you saying something?

Madison: Wooooow! Rude. Anyway, aren't you going to ask what’s in the other folder?

Dennis didn't bother asking. But if he was, he would have been interrupted anyway.

Madison: Early retirement! I'm going to focus strictly on managing you. Just think, in six months when you're no longer stuck with a rookie contract...I could see myself owning a beach house.

Dennis: How would you get that sort of money if you're not Wor-

Madison: Shared finances, duh.

Dennis: ...Shared finances?

Madison: Mhmm! Don't you remember signing that piece of paper after Savage Lands?

Dennis: You mean when I was sleepy and concussed from Trance?

Madison: Yea! That. Joint account, I was very happy.

Dennis: ...And here I thought some prince in India was buying all those shoes online with my card. You don't think a joint account is a bit odd?

Madison: Why?

Dennis: We’re friends. Friends don't get joint accounts.

Madison stops in the hallway, flops to her knees, and starts crying. Dennis looks around, confused and embarrassed.

Dennis: I uh…

Madison: I just wanted to be a better Manager. The best. Here I am, willing to sacrifice my dreams of being a wrestler to help you improve. And it means nothing!! How am I ever to know if we can work as a couple if I can't spend your money?!

Madison continues crying uncontrollably. Dennis looks around in a panic.

Dennis: Okay okay! I support your retirement!

Madison: And the joint accounts.

Dennis: Yes and the accounts, please just get up.

Madison quickly jumps up, wipes her eyes, and smoothed out her dress. One could even assume her tears were as fake as her chest.

Madison: Fantastic! Now then, let's see about getting you out of this match with KD.

Dennis: Get me out? Why?

Madison: Because he's big for no reason? A Freak of Nature. Not to mention his attire, it's nothing but black. Too much black is what's wrong with the roster.

As those words were uttered, a certain OCW star walked by. Her head almost it did a three sixty.

???: The hell you say?

Madison: The Queen has no interest in speaking with strangers. Go fetch me a latte.

Madison rolled her eyes and turned around when there was no answer. She was then face to chest with the taller woman. Madison slowly looked up to Kat.

Madison: H-how can I help you?

Kat: Too much black huh?

Madison: I didn't. I mean…

Kat: We gonna settle this in the ring then. Maybe you'll get your voice back.

Madison held up the contract, grinning. Her confidence had returned!

Madison: Look bitch!!. Strictly a manager as of this evening. I have my doubts from the look of you..but I hope you can read.

Kat looked the contract over.

Kat: Don't look signed to me.

Madison: ...Well I was going to-

Kat snatched the contract and ripped it into several pieces. She threw the remains in the air and it fell like confetti around Madison.

Kat: Looks like you can wrestle now...bitch. Don't make me come find you.

Kat walked by the dynamic duo.

Madison: Oh god…

Dennis: That's not good. Not good at all.

Dennis and Madison gave each other worried looks.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	KATS BACK!!!!!
	Holy SHET, the longest reigning Bombshell Champion is back!!!

Nathan Carter vs Drake Dauer

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That's gonna sting in the morning!
	HoooooT!

Scene opens with a camera panning the outside of an establishment. The sign reads "Paradox Coffeeshop". The door swings open and the camera goes inside.

This specific coffee shop happens to be full of smoke, because it's the good kind of coffee shop. The camera pans through the crowd of dreadlocked college kids, and hipster wannabe stoners, through the main crowd and into a section in the back of the establishment furnished with luxurious couches and large waterbongs.

The table is full of papers...actual notepapers and a couple maps. The camera pans up from the table to Versus sitting on the couch, holding his iphone in one hand, and his V-Vaporizer (copyright Versus 2016) in the other.

Ed is seen sitting on the upper part of the couch holding a dictionary...that's all, just literally holding the dictionary, sitting still, and staring off into space.

Versus: Well Ed, I'll tell you one thing, this internet thing is awesome! When the hell did this start?

Versus: This is way better than using paper maps. So all I have to do is move my finger across the screen and it moves...did you know about this Ed?

Ed: Too much...too much...

Versus: I know right?! It IS too much!

Versus stands up and yells to the crowd.

Versus: HEY DID YOU GUYS KNOW ABOUT THIS INTERNET STUFF?! FRIGGIN AWESOME RIGHT?!!?

The crowd (rightfully so) stares at Versus in confusion...except one guy who just yells out 'HELL YEAH!'

Versus: That's right! This Guy Knows Whats Up!

Versus sits back in his chair. I need to think...where could the Plastic Man taken him?! I mean there's no possible way he's going to keep him in France, not after I figured it out.

Ed: space...

Versus: Yeah, I know, maybe I need a little more space. Hey you...

Versus says to a patron leaning against the wall using his iPad.

Versus: How much for your small tv?

Patron: It's an iPad.

Versus: Don't care, don't care, don't care. How much?

Patron: It's not for sale dude. Get your own you old, stupid bastard.

Versus facial expression changes quickly to one of anger...a familiar expression used daily by one VFM.

Versus: That's cool...so, now I have two options. One...I whip out a wad of cash, and flash it in your face to make you sell it to me, or, I explain to you that two nights ago, I was beaten with a bat, ladder, table, kendo stick, kendo stick, bat, kendo stick, table and ladder, and then I had a 230 lbs man, jump on me from 10 feet in the air!

Versus: And I'm in no god damn mood to be nice to some trust fund f*ckstick from Delaware, spending daddy's hard earned money to get stoned, bang a hooker and catch chlamydia.

Versus: So the 2nd option is to take it, and stuff it in your bottom lip so you walk around the rest of your life looking like a member of the lip plate crew from the Suri tribe.

Versus: Choice is yours Chet!.

The fear on the patrons face is priceless, as he trembles in fear and begins to speak.

Patron: $100????

Versus: $1, and I don't pay someone to make an actual coin purse out of your coin purse.

Patron: Just take it man.

Versus expression changes back to a peaceful, smiling one.

Versus: Cool man, thanks! You know what, I may have gotten a bit out of hand there...I'm sorry, got a lot going on right now. Here's a bud you can...hey, where you going?

The patron quickly makes his way out of the shop. Versus takes the iPad and begins to scroll through when the owner comes out to talk with Versus.

Evan: So...Versus...I got some news...my cousin owns a restaurant near the water, and he's a big wrestling fan. He said that he saw the guy...Mugen had a large shipping container and was sending it over to London.

Versus: I'm not just gonna go to London because your cousin saw a guy that looks like Mugen. Can I talk to him?

Evan grabs the iPad, hits a few buttons and facetimes his cousin. He turns the iPad to Versus.

Evan: Here, this is my cousin Luca.

Luca: Hey Versus...wow it's you. Um...so I think I saw Mugen.

Versus mouth is agape, he says nothing, just stares at the iPad in amazement.

Luca: Um....Versus?

Versus: (looking at Evan) Is this a recording?

Luca: No Versus, this is facetime.

Versus: Facewhat? Why...how is...how friggin high am I?!

Evan: Technology is amazing isn't it? Let's get back on track. Didn't you have a questions for Luca?

Versus: Oh...right...so do you have any sort of description?

Luca: Very egotistical, facepaint and condecending, calls everyone 'dummy'?

Versus: That's him!

Luca: He left for London about an hour ago. You might be able to catch the ferry and container ship if you get there, worst case you catch up to him in London.

Luca: I'll get you a couple of tickets, just stop by Luca's Luncheonette and I'll give them to you.

Versus: Fiiiiiine. Thanks Evan. Luca, see you in a bit. Ed, pack up, we gotta go man.

Ed: ....cakes.

Versus: Now is no time for celebratory deserts!

Versus grabs his new mini television, vape, maps and notes and puts them into his backpack. Ed, still in a bit of a coma, gets tossed over Versus' shoulder as they make their way to the rental car outside as the scene fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	YEAAA VERSUS IS ON THE CASE!!!
	BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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