Matt Sheldon makes his way back to Mugens office. Flynn and Baker are still waiting, Baker is doing the pee dance and Flynn has a bucket with some soap in as he is getting ready to go cleaning some S***. Matt Sheldon starts boasting.

Matt Sheldon: "You see that? Better get them gloves ready because you got a whole lot of cleaning to do Flynn."

Flynn is just ignoring Matt while Baker is in a lot of pain.

Matt Sheldon: "Sucks to be you Flynn."

Voice: "I changed my mind."

Matt and Flynn both turn to the door as Mugen once again comes walking in.

Mugen: "I am now going with what Baker said earlier. If Flynn loses then yes. He will clean the S***. But if he wins."

Mugen looks at Matt.

Mugen: "Then you will clean the S*** up."

Matt Sheldon: "What??? You can't do this?"

Mugen: "I just did."

Mugen leaves his office as Matt follows him to try and talk him out of it. The door shuts behind them. Baker is becoming a desperate man.

Anthony Baker: "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!"

Anthony Baker grabs the cleaning bucket. Pulls down his pants and performs an old fashioned school boy pee pee into the bucket while showing his bare ass to Flynn.

Baker heaved a sigh of relief as he begins emptying his bladder.

Flynn: "DUDE!..."

Anthony Baker: "YOU BETTER WIN NOW DAD!!!!. I am about to fill this bucket sky high."

Flynn nods his head while making his way out of Mugens office. You can hear baker giggling.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	.................
	(Blinks)

Scene opens with Versus laying back on a bench in the locker room, gear on, eyes closed, smoking a hand-rolled cigarette. Nate walks into the locker room, waving his hands around in front of his face.

Nate: That stuff stinks, I smelled it all the way in the parking area.

Versus: I'll do laundry soon enough.

Nate: Not that, the joint. What happened to the refined smoker, the vaporizer? It didn't smell, it wasn't super smokey, it was pleasant.

Versus: Well, I keeps it real! WU-TANG! WU-TANG!!

The Crowd Laughs

Nate: Haha...ok, that was good. But tonight's no laughing matter my friend. Tonight goes one of two ways, we have our talk with Majin and Steve and we clear the air and let bygones be bygones, or...the other way.

Versus: Meh.

Nate: Really? That's all you got? Do you even care?

Versus: I do, I really do. They came out last week to make a statement. Whether it was about my shirt or not, they attacked ME.

Versus: Allow me to be a bit more apathetic in this situation. If we square away our stuff, I'm cool...I'd be psyched.

Versus: If we don't, I'm cool with that too. I may be relaxed, but Nathan gets to catch a beating he didn't earn this week because of them, and that's gonna bug me.

Nate: Enough to not do it?

Versus: Nope.

Nate: Well, that's that then. Just...keep your head on a swivel.

Versus: I love lamp.

Nate: Do you really love the lamp, or are you just saying you love the lamp.

Versus: Hehehe. Just do me a favor, and....

Nate: I gotcha. I always have.

Versus: Thanks bud.

Scene fades out to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The Legend Versus takes on the January 2016 Wrestler of the Month Nathan Carter!
	That is later tonight!

Dennis Black vs Flynn

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Right on the button maker!
	Didn't you already say that tonight?

The scene opens on a busy New York City street, the buildings lit by the setting sun. The One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, walks out of the spinning door of a hotel and onto the sidewalk wearing casual clothing with his gear bag hanging over one shoulder. He glances down at his iPhone, checking something on an app.

Bobby Minio: Michael H. White Ford Focus. Alright “Michael H”, feel free to show up at any time…

He glances around side to side impatiently, scanning the street for whatever it is he is waiting for. After a moment, a white Ford Focus pulls in front of Minio, the U sticker on the windshield.

Bobby Minio: ‘Bout goddamned time.

As Minio ducks down into the backseat of the Focus, the camera man follows, forcing Minio to scoot across the backseat uncomfortably while shooting annoyed glances into the camera’s lens.

The camera pans forward, settling on the back of the blonde haired driver as he adjusts his mirror. In the reflection, the camera watches as the driver glances back, seeing Minio, seeing the camera, then glances forward.

His eyes widen as he does a double take into the mirror, and immediately begins primping his hair as he drives one handed.

Bobby Minio: Manhattan Center.

Michael H: In town for a show?

Bobby Minio: You could say that.

Michael H: You know, I did a bit of acting myself, you may remember m-

Bobby Minio: I’m not a GODDAMNED actor.

Michael H: e- from the film A-

Bobby Minio: I’m a WRESTLER.

Michael H: ---... A… A wrestler?

Bobby Minio: Yep.

Michael H: You know, I had a wrestling career as well.

Bobby Minio: I’m sure you ruled the backyar-

Michael H: I was in OCW.

Bobby Minio: Bullsh--.

As Minio’s eyes narrow toward the driver up front, the man turns around, glancing back.

Michael H: Wait, are you Bobby Minio?

Bobby Minio: The One Man Re-... er. The one and only.

Michael H: We were in C4 together!

At this point, the driver is looking back more than he is watching the road. Minio is beginning to look a bit nervous, but now the gears in his head are turning.

Bobby Minio: I think I would know if we were in C4 toge-...

Bobby Minio: Holy sh--. Hollywood?

Michael Hollywood: Psh, told ya you knew of me.

Bobby Minio: Process of elimination, hot shot. Oh, and we weren’t in C4 TOGETHER. There was no overlap. I took your spot when you vanished.

Michael Hollywood: Big screen was calling.

Bobby Minio: Was that before you started driving a Ford Focus or before you picked up shifts on Uber?

There is a pregnant pause from the front seat. Hollywood is staring forward now, his brow furrowed as his ego recovers from the cheap shot.

Bobby Minio: Look man, I uh… I didn’t mean it that way. What are you doing in New York these days?

Michael Hollywood: Oh you know…

He glances out of his driver side window, longingly.

Michael Hollywood: Livin’ the dream.

Bobby Minio: Clearly.

Hollywood stares back at Minio through the mirror. He glances down at the clock, before cursing to himself and making an aggressive right turn. Minio, hanging on to the ceiling handlebar, shoots a look into the camera.

Michael Hollywood: We’re uh… approaching the destination now. Say Yo to the Brothers for me.

Bobby Minio: Unlikely… Mugen turned into the King Sh-- of the OCW and tried to-

Michael Hollywood: Sweet, great catching up with ya Robby. Here ya go.

Bobby Minio: … Thanks for the lift-

Michael Hollywood: UBER. Not LYFT. Look man, just move it, I got a reading nearby. Got a career to resurrect.

Bobby Minio: … Break a leg.

Minio’s reply slips out with an ice cold delivery as he and the cameraman both step out of the car on their respective sides, barely closing the doors before the car speeds off into what little light is left.

As Minio turns to begin walking, he realizes that they are in the middle of an empty lot, the Manhattan Center absent from the nearby buildings.

Bobby Minio: MOTHERF*****! YOU REALLY CANNOT RELY ON THAT GUY FOR ANYTHING, CAN YOU?

The cameraman pans the camera down, setting it by his feet. Through a crooked angle, the cameraman can be seen pulling out his cellphone, preparing to call for help.

In the background, Minio swings his gear bag over his shoulder, spiking it to the asphalt before he punts it a few feet across the empty lot. The scene begins to fade into the next segment just as Minio launches into a frustrated and vulgar tirade.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Well it's true you can't rely on him!
	COLD BLOODED!

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