The scene opens on the streets of Manhattan, a bit later than we had last saw, with The One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, leaning against a wall while glaring at his phone. His eyes glued to the Uber app, desperate for a reliable and normal driver.

Bobby Minio: Stephen H. That sounds normal.

He suddenly turns his stare directly into the camera lens, his honest desperation shining through the screen.

Bobby Minio: Please be normal.

The sound of a car pulling up out of frame catches Minio’s attention. The camera follows Minio’s view to the curb, where a white Prius sits, the Uber sticker on the windshield shining a glare from the streetlights.

Bobby Minio: Here we go…

Minio and the camera man haul themselves up off of the wall, heading into the car. The camera immediately begins surveying the scene, coming to a slow stop on the multi-colored hair of the driver. From nowhere, a nasally voice calls out to Minio.

Stephen H: Hello, sh*tlord!

Bobby Minio: Oh for Christ’s sake! HAILOWE?! Not this goddamn guy!

Stephen Hailowe: PLEASE, MINION. Anyway, my preferred pronouns are GLUH and GRUU.

Bobby Minio: Shut up, shut up, shut up!

As soon as Minio turns to bail from the car, Stephen Hailowe locks all of the doors before jamming his foot onto the gas, speeding away from the curb.

Bobby Minio: Listen Hailowe, uhh, Stephen? Steve. Steve, could you PLEASE just take me to the Manha-

Stephen Hailowe: Manhattan Center. Yeah, of course an ableist like YOU would just assume I am literarily challenged and that I couldn’t read your destination from the app.

Bobby Minio: Uh, that-

Stephen Hailowe: Did Sensation let the Bombshells wrestle again?

Bobby Minio: Yeah. You have left pretty much no mark on the place since you left, Stevie.

Stephen Hailowe: Untrue! Untrue. When I led the outraged masses to petition that pathetic parade of patriarchal malarkey right out of existence?! It was the most important thing anyone has EVER done for the OCW.

Bobby Minio: Uhh, no it was really a… you know what? Hell, you’re absolutely right. Bang up job, GRUU-dawg.

Stephen Hailowe: Name something that was more important than what I had accomplished. Just one.

Bobby Minio: Well the time that-

Stephen Hailowe: Without naming something some WHITE SAVIOR TROPE had been gifted.

Bobby Minio: Er… Alright, that’s easy, when Na-

Stephen Hailowe: and, and without something that a TOXIC MAAAANNNN had pulled off.

Bobby Minio: Alright how about when-

Stephen Hailowe: and DON’T YOU DARE mention something some gender binary straight woman had managed to do.

Bobby Minio: Alright enough! Stop talking!

Just as Hailowe considers protesting Minio’s command or demand, Minio unzips his gear bag. His frustration, filling the inside of the car so thick you could also see it on the screen, is accompanied by a low grumbling. Minio begins to undress right there in the backseat.

Stephen Hailowe: What are you doing?

Bobby Minio: Shut it.

Hailowe glances up, seeing Minio changing into his ring gear in the rear view. With a quick double take, Hailowe reaches up, adjusting the mirror toward Minio. Hailowe glares into the reflection, while Minio changes, deep in thought about an escape plan.

Stephen Hailowe: Could you NOT change right in my car?

Bobby Minio: Can you tell me how fast we’re going?

Stephen Hailowe: What? Why?

Hailowe, in a state of confusion, glances down at the dashboard just as Minio leans forward, grabbing a handful of Hailowe’s ratty rainbow hair. Before Hailowe can react, Minio shifts his weight and pushes Hailowe’s face forward into the steering wheel, causing the car to honk obnoxiously.

Minio gives Hailowe three good face mashes into the steering wheel
HONK
HONK
HONK
before deciding on one last stiff head shove for good measure.

As Hailowe begins to shout out race and gendered obscenities, Minio ducks out of the now stopped car, wearing his wrestling gear with his street clothes hanging out of the gear bag he carries in tow.

The camera man begins to climb his way out of the car, ducking underneath the blind grabbing hands of the enraged Stephen Hailowe. The camera man can see Minio sprinting down the street in the distance, hopelessly out of following distance for the now abandoned camera man.

As the driver’s side car door opens releasing the furious Hailowe, the camera man drops the view of the camera to his feet and begins sprinting away in the opposite direction. The scene fades out to the sound of the smarmy Uber driver screaming his colorful head off.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	HE'S GON BE LATE!!!!
	RUN BOBBY RUN!!!!!!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

Candy Skull gets a microphone from the stage hand outside the ring. She thanks him kindly and positions herself in front of the main camera.

Candy Skull: Mientras esperamos a nuestros amigos de Tre oro y Kassidy Hayes a aparecer para el patear el culo que se merecen quisiera abordar algunas cosas.

The crowd shouts "Que" every time she speaks Spanish.

Candy Skull: En primer lugar, quisiera decirlo dije. Les contamos fueron el mejor equipo de la etiqueta en la lista y hemos demostrado que la semana pasada. Todo el mundo dudaba de nosotros diciendo que somos perdedores y no puede ganar. Bien ganamos, y ganamos con gran estilo.

Candy Skull: En segundo lugar, me gustaría aclarar algunos conceptos erróneos que la gente tiene sobre nosotros. Quienes somos, diciendo que somos esa persona o esa persona. Estamos al día de los muertos, celebramos en las tumbas de todos.

She dances.

Candy Skull: Sin embargo, sabemos exactamente quiénes son todos. Todos son niños asustados, asustados escondiéndose detrás de palabras pero no acciones. Toma Tre oro por ejemplo, dirige su boca como tiene habilidad, pero es todo espectáculo, todo brillo.

Candy Skull: Y que incluso no podría ser todo espectáculo que él y su pareja todavía no ha salido para su partido todavía. Oro de Tre y Kassidy Hayes son chistes... chistes malos.

Candy Skull: Since most of you aren't intelligent enough to learn two languages. I'll make this clear for you all. Day of the Dead are Day of The Dead, we go by no other name.

She points backstage.

Candy Skull: Tre Golden and Kassidy Hayes are the true dregs of the roster, below even Liger Mask and Lord Liger.

Candy Skull: I will have the referee ring the bell and start the count, if they are not out here by ten then Day of the Dead win by forfeit.

The ref begins to count, it's apparent that neither Tre Golden or Kassidy Hayes will appear for the match.

Candy Skull: ¡Levantar nuestras manos en Victoria!

The ref does just that, the ring announcer declares them the winners. We fade with a booing crowd.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	They can't do that!
	Que?

Bobby Minio vs Dennis Black

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Calculated!
	Indeed!

We turn to one of the backstage hallways where Drago Cesar is walking down the hallways when he is stopped by a familiar face.

Mugen: YOU! STOP THERE YOU VANDAL!

Drago points to himself in confusion.

Mugen: SCOUNDREL! YOU SCALLYWAG!

Drago shrugs.

Mugen takes his index finger and points Drago right in the chest.

Mugen: YOU HOODLUM! YOU RAIDED AND DESTROYED MY OFFICE! I SHOULD FIRE YOUR ASS THIS INSTANT!

Drago Cesar (sarcastically): Oh......I think you have wrong person!

Mugen: YOU RUINED MY PRIZED POSSESSION! THE MUGENTA LISA IS MY TREASURE! IT IS A WORK OF ART. A ONE OF A KIND MASTERPIECE MADE FOR A ONE OF A KIND PERSON. MEEEEEEEEEEE

Drago Cesar: Was.

Mugen takes a deep breath, trying to ease his frustration.

Mugen: I've had it with you. I've had it with all the dummies trying to ruin what I have! So that's why I'm gonna deal with you at Summercide! You and me! For that World Heavyweight Championship!

Drago Cesar: Hmm.......Have you forgot somebody?

Mugen blankly stares at Drago. Drago then takes the initiative and pulls out a cardboard cutout of the former World Heavyweight Champion, Paul Pugh from a very conveniently placed closet door. Mugen stares at "Pugh" in disgust.

"Pugh": ....

Drago Cesar: Don't have to be shy, go ahead!

Mugen glares back and forth between Drago and "Pugh".

Mugen: THIS IS NOT A GAME. If that idiot Pugh wants in on this then fine! I can't stand to hear this dummy talk about....

Mugen grabs the cardboard cutout.

"Pugh": I want me f0kin title back m8!

Mugen screams, taking the cardboard cutout and Imugenating it into the wall, causing it to explode into pieces.

Mugen: IF HE BOTHERS TO SHOW UP THEN ITS ME AND HIM AGAINST YOU.

Mugen calms himself down with a quick breathing exercise.

Mugen: For weeks, I've been trying to break you into pieces but WEEK AFTER WEEK THE DUMMIES THAT WORK FOR ME CAN'T GET THE JOB DONE. WEEK AFTER WEEK I GIVE THESE HEATHENS A CHANCE TO WIN A TITLE BUT THEY CONTINUE TO FAIL.

Mugen pokes Drago in the chest again.

Mugen: I.........will not fail. I promise you that you will not walk out of Summercide with that glorious belt around your waist. Good day.

Mugen walks away abruptly as Drago shrugs his shoulders.

Drago: Okay buddy.

Mugen: AND I HOPE YOU LOSE TONIGHT!!!

Drago: ...........................

The scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like its official, Drago vs Mugen vs Pugh for the OCW World Championship!
	That's going to be absolute bedlam!

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