The scene opens up showing Bill Ding doing what he does best, seduce girls with his rolls, and losing food in his beard.

Bill reaches into a basket to grab a cupcake as a hand smacks him. He looks over at the man who smacked him kind of angry with his actions.

Baker: Dingleberry! Those are mine! And you can't have none!

Bill didn't agree with that statement as he just shoves one into his mouth.

Baker: Big guy! Stop that! That's not allowed! Spit it out! NOW!

Baker begins to throw a fit as he jumps up and down and throws his arms like a baby who didn't get what they wanted.

Bill Ding: Woah, daddio! What's the big fuss all about?? You always say it's BAKING TIME, is it not that time now?

Bill frowns, plucking a wayward rainbow sprinkle from his Dingy tee.

Baker: I say it's baking time! Not eating time! NOW YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME A NEW ONE DAD!

Baker: LIKE HELLO?! It took me a while to make those!

Baker stops yelling as he looks confused.

Baker: Did you just call me daddio? Does that make you my son?! LORD PLEASE NO. THIS MAN LOOKS LIKE A SEMI TRUCK ON STEROIDS!

Bill looks at Baker equally confused.

Bill Ding: Did…. YOU just call ME DAD? Woahh man…. I mean… I've done the Ding deed in my day but uhh… you… Well anyways, I was originally scheduled for a match tonight with this one dude, said he used to be a champ back in the day along with his buddy, some porn star named Dirk Diggler or something? But now instead of him, I’m fightin’ this guy Cerberus instead! I guess I'm just stress eatin’… But mah blood sugah was feelin’ kinda low!!

Baker jumps up and down as he speaks in a high pitch tone.

Baker: You said Cerberus?! Do me a huge favor… And eat him!! If you win this match big fella I'll have cupcakes waiting for you in the locker room! But if you don't win then I'll just throw them away because you must not be worthy of them if that anal bead beats you!

Bill Ding: Tell me somethin’ dadde- er.. sonneh… non-biological sonneh… These cupcakes you bake, can you make ‘em… RED VELVET?? With
that scrump-diddly-umptious frosting on top? Perhaps some of those dingleberries you speak of? What are those like?

Baker’s eyes got wide as he shook his head.

Baker: Er… Uhm…. HELLO?! No. No. You don't want them. But your red velvet cupcakes can be arranged. But if you lose. Then you may just get those dingleberries you're asking for! But I'm sure you will not like thoseeeee! Anywho! I got a match that I need to mentally prepare for. Because it's….. BAKING TIME DAD!

Bill Ding: High five, cupcake daddeh, go on with yo’ bad self!

The scene fades to black

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What an odd pairing!
	FUTURE TAG CHAMPS WHAT!!!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

The man under the skull mask is clearly the One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio. He stands in the ring, looking around side to side, showing little to no signs of the damage he had absorbed in his match just a little while ago. He makes the familiar gesture to ringside, then catches the mic that is tossed through the ropes.

Bobby Minio: We who are about to bang them drums…

He reaches up, with a deliberately exaggerated motion, holding his hand above his skull mask and ready to remove it. Suddenly, he rips the mask off of his face, his eyes glued wide open and locked directly onto the lens of the hard camera.

Bobby Minio: Oh wow! What a reveal! Such a twist!

The expression on his face melts into a combination of disgust and boredom, all blended into one. He tosses the mask aside carelessly, before mimicking a punting motion toward the camera.

Bobby Minio: Get that bland, played out crap out of my ring. Get it out of my OCW. What a load of nonsense.

Bobby Minio: Every year or so, the OCW reaches a level of mediocrity that acts as a spotlight, signaling the clouds for heroes to come and save the day. I look around at the landscape and I know that we’re balls deep into that mediocrity at this moment in history.

He turns and begins pacing as he speaks.

Bobby Minio: The Purge was one thing, and to some degree, I take partial responsibility for that, but at the same time, I’ve paid my dues for that. More than most people here in OCW have, and that’s facts.

Bobby Minio: Rev Inc, despite having a roster of legends and what I could safely call future legends, takes a fraudulent handful of a REVOLUTION that I spent years planting the seeds for… so YOU’RE WELCOME.

Bobby Minio: … but now this… this Squad*... this is… well it’s just unacceptable. Let me state the obvious, this is little more than OMG with lowered standards. This is the OMG club if the bouncer wandered off to have a piss. I’m not impressed and if anyone else is, you should be goddamned ashamed of yourself.

Minio sneers into the camera, shaking his head in disappointment.

Bobby Minio: When I take the time to be apart of something, I scout it out ahead of time and I make damn sure that it is going to be the best thing running in that moment. The guys who just joined up with the Squad*, you all should know better.

Bobby Minio: The Parker and Leon TWO MAN DOUR TRIP has gone on long enough for all of our patience. Dupree continues his bromance with Matsuda, a man who operates on a level just slightly above the embarassing bar set by Smythe Da Whatnot. Watching either of those clowns talk is like reading a Walmart’s Twitter feed. We get it, you’re all very impressed with yourselves.

Bobby Minio: Then you add in Nathan Carter to make sure you cover all of the umm… alternative lifestyle demographics. Sound. Good idea on the diversity hire, guys.

He turns his head toward the entrance ramp, a grin playing across his face.

Bobby Minio: When I see the arms race starting up like this, I know it’s time to make a few calls myself, and just as I said, I make sure to be apart of the best thing going, so I called up the best to set a better example for… whatever the hell has been going on lately.

Minio gestures up towards the ramp with his free hand.

Bobby Minio: Brother?

The camera and Minio both turn their attention to the ramp, waiting for the music, pyro and other assorted ballyhoo to guide the "Brother" out to ringside. Nothing happens. After a moment, a handful of fans begin to boo as Minio shifts his weight onto one foot, his brow furrowing down over his eyes. Minio turns to the camera, then something behind the camera man catches Minio's attention. The camera slowly pans around to find whatever it is that Minio has noticed.

An open newspaper is held up in front of someone sitting in the front row against the barrier. The crowd are beginning to notice now, turning to face the distraction. Instantly, the paper folds downward, revealing Kid Ego himself, Paul Pugh, with a startled look on his face.

Crowd Member: WHAT?

The camera pans back to Minio who nods impatiently to Pugh. The camera pans back to Pugh as he realizes that he had missed his mark, forcing him to toss the newspaper over his shoulder and hop the barrier toward the ring. The crowd are beginning to react with a confused mixture of laughter and boos.

Kid Ego now stands opposite Minio in the ring, staring across the ring at his friend, foe, whatever the hell he is. Pugh nods, grins and offers a "C4 over everything" sign in the direction of Bobzilla.

Minio shakes his head.

Pugh: Brother.

The crowd pop as the two shake hands in the centre of the ring. Pugh immediately snatches his hand back and a stern look arrives on his face.

Pugh: Bob you need to calm down over here hoot. It ain't all that serious. See Bob. I mean look at them. Look at how fisured this crowd is - they don't know who the hell they're supposed to cheer for. Look at that guy!

Pugh points to a man in the front row wearing a bright green SKWAD shirt.

Pugh: He has no idea he looks like a steaming, sweating, face full of cheeto dust barrel of nuclear waste... and this guy!

Pugh selects a lady from the crowd.

Pugh: All Rev Inc everything - Sir you're the shape, and the color, of a fire hydrant. Seek help.

Bobby Minio: You know that's a broad right?

Pugh squints towards the person and shrugs his shoulders. She's shouting back at him, letting him know that she's a LAYDEE.

Pugh: Really?

She's still screaming at him. Minio is chuckling in the background as Pugh asks him to hold his mic. Once free of the mic, he dramatically opens his eyelids as wide as they'll go, before removing a contact lens and dropping it to the mat. He does the same in the opposite eye and then looks around at the crowd, who are as confused as Minio.

Suddenly, Pugh charges at the ropes and drops a huge elbow drop onto the prone contact lenses, Ric Flair style, to a huge pop from the crowd. He then kips up and snatches the mic back.

Pugh: So Bob. You know what OCW needs?

Bobby Minio: ...do tell.

Pugh: OCW needs something to believe in. OCW NEEDS A HERO. See, all these chumps come in talking about how they've played the fans, how they don't care, how they're going to kill OCW - all the while spending the money that you put in their pockets each and every week. Pissing it up the wall on prison tattoo work, neon paint and over elaborate entrances... showing no respect for the people that fill those seats out there... so you know what we're going to do Bob?

Bobby Minio: I got a vague idea...

Pugh: We're not going to change the game - we're going to reinstate the game. We are renaissance men. We... Me and him and the rest of our buddies - we're going to take OCW back to a time when it wasn't about sneaking around under masks... where it wasn't about swearing on network television, where your father is the man who raised you and not your brothers uncle... Unless we're in Kentucky right? A place where the best flourish, and the weak and the meek fall by the wayside... OCW WELCOME TO THE FUTURE. WHICH ALSO HAPPENS TO BE THE PAST! Bobby tell the people!

Bobby Minio: It's about delivering the best in every aspect of PRO WRASSLIN. About walking into the building each night knowing with or without a belt around your waist, you're in a LEAGUE OF CHAMPIONS. Champions League. It's about dragging excellence alongside you kicking and screaming.

Bobby Minio: It's about coming to terms with the fact that this company... it needs a -

A video begins to play on the screens in the arena, as the two men high five in the ring, and head to the back, hooting and hollering at fans seated by the railing the entire way.

The Xtron Flickers On!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	OCW is turning to border lands!!!
	Still needs to be higher!

Bill Ding vs Cerberus

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Kid's pretty quick for a Hoss!
	Loads of Cardio!

The scene takes place at a safari park just on the outskirts of Kansas City, where Flynn and Matt Sheldon can be seen on one of them double seated bicycle. The two of them are headed to the safari park as Matt heard that's where Soul Glo works now.

Flynn: "When I agreed to go and find Soul Glo, this wasn't the idea I had. I Just thought I'd tell you that."

Matt Sheldon: "Do you think I want to ride this stupid bicycle? We need some wheels brah."

Flynn: "We're BROKE. I walk out of the 7-Eleven to see you passed out outside the casino, not a dime on you. What the hell was that all about?"

Matt Sheldon: "I almost had it."

Flynn: "That's what people with a gambling problem say."

Matt Sheldon: "This coming from the guy that spends all his money on coke and not the pepsi soda kind either."

Flynn and Matt are almost at the entrance of the park. You can tell they are both getting tired.

Flynn: "How are we even going to pay to get in? All I have is gum."

Matt Sheldon: "I have an idea."

Flynn and Matt park the bicycle up and make their way to the guy that sells the tickets. Matt walks up and speaks to man.

Matt Sheldon: "Hey we need to see Soul Glo, can we get a free pass?"

Flynn: "That's your idea?"

Guy that sells the tickets: "If you want to see Soul Glo you got to pay like everyone else."

Flynn looks at Matt.

Flynn: "IDIOT!!!"

Matt Sheldon: "We're poor, we have no money and our jobs don't pay well at all. All we have is a double seated bicycle which we are happy to give you if you let us see Soul Glo?"

Flynn: "Dude that's all we have, what are you doing?"

The guy that sells the tickets looks over at the bike, he then looks back at Matt and Flynn.

Guy that sells the tickets: "Ok, you give me the bike and I will let you see Soul Glo but that's it. You don't get to spend the day here or see anything else and as soon as you meet him, you're out."

Matt Sheldon: "Deal."

Flynn: "WHAT??? No! Nononono!"

Matt goes to get the bike as he brings it over to the man that sells the tickets.

Guy that sells the tickets: "Sorry kid, a deal's a deal."

Matt Sheldon: "Relax, Soul Glo will sort us out once we're inside. I bet he has one of them 5 star hotels in here."

The man that sells the tickets takes the bike and opens the gate. A tour guy comes out as security walk in from behind.

Man that sells the tickets: "These guys only get to see Soul Glo and then they're out of here! Understood?"

The tour guy that doesn't speak English but understands it, signals Matt and Flynn to follow.

Flynn: "I hope for your sake, that you're right about this."

Matt and Flynn follow the tour guide around a corner as security follow from behind. They get to a area where people are gathered around and a sign that reads Soul Glo. The tour guide raises his hand and points to where Soul Glo is. When Matt and Flynn go take a look, they are in for a bit of a shock.

Flynn: "...He's a monkey? You're joking right?"

Matt Sheldon: "No, NO... I just saw the name, I thought he worked here???"

Flynn: "....."

The tour guide points to his watch and then points to the exit.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Dummys!!!
	A couple of dopes those two!

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