The Rev Inc. dressing room was more festive than usual due to a select few within the Turmoil roster seemingly ready to fight back against the Skwad. Dennis, however, pulled up a chair to the corner furthest from his Rev. inc allies. He sat down and repeatedly mashed the green ‘accept’ button on his smartphone. Madison popped up on his screen, waving with one hand while holding an ice pack against her cheek right with the other.

Madison: I suppose this means you forgive me? I mean how could you not? I'm bruised all over because of you, and not for the right reasons.

Dennis blinks down at his phone.

Dennis: There are good reasons for you to be bruised?

Madison: Were you ‘that’ sheltered growing up? Anyway...how is everyone doing? I wish I was there.

Dennis looks to his allies in the dressing room before looking back to her.

Dennis: I suppose everyone is alright.

Madison: Do they miss me?

Dennis: Of course they do, Madison.

They didn't.

Madison: Good. Speaking of good...you're main eventing Riot without a clerical error this time. Your first true Riot main event, against a Hall of Famer! Billed and all…and I can't be there to walk you to the ring. These are the moments you need me most and I can't even help you. You must hate me...

Dennis: Not possible. I blame Alex Robinson for this. She'll pay, through Leon.

Madison: I desperately want you to kick his ass. No pressure.

Dennis nods slowly at that.

Dennis: Hey.

Madison: Yea?

Dennis: That can't happen, ever again. We’re a team. Us against the world. No more tricks or deception. Alright?

Madison: ...Fair. That's kinda why I called. I wanted to make it up to you. Something you've wanted to see since...March?

Dennis’s brows raised.

Dennis: We’re going to Niagara Falls?!

Madison rubbed the bridge of her nose, muttering.

Madison: No! Okay, shut up. Let me...show you something. Consider it an apology and a good luck charm for your first official Riot Main event. Shh, don't talk. Just watch...

Madison sets the laptop down on a coffee table directly across from her and sits back on the couch. Madison does the magic trick that most women have mastered, removing her bra through the sleeve without taking off the shirt. Once the bra is tossed over her shoulder, she winks at him and undoes the first button of her blouse.

His eyes dart to the members of Rev Inc who are ignoring him. By the time he looks back to her, the second button is undone. The third was removed at an agonizingly slow pace. She had him hooked. The final and fourth button was removed, followed by a sly smile from his Valet.

She whispered that he earned it and he leaned forward to the point where his nose was almost touching the screen. Madison slowly opens her blouse for the big reveal…

Suddenly, Versus approaches Dennis from the front, unaware of what was taking place, snatches the phone away from Dennis, puts it to his ear.

Versus: He’ll call you back, Your Highness! Get well soon!

Versus instinctively ends the call and hands the Phone back to Dennis, who had lost a bit of color in his face.

Versus: You ready buddy?!

Dennis: But....but...I....

Versus: I know right? Bigtime main eventer! Look, I know you have a lot on your mind...

Dennis: Phone...

Versus: Focus man, you can talk to Madison literally any time, not like she was telling you something important. Look, I know this Rev Inc thing is tough to grab onto. But you have to use both hands man, take a firm grasp of these opportunities. They don't come too often, sometimes, they don't come at all. They just dangle it in front of your face like...like a pair of perky cans. You know? Like big firm, perfectly round, supple, bouncy main event boobs, man.

Dennis: I...was...so close....

Versus: Were? You are close man! Real close. So close you can just grab em, and nibble on the main event titties man, get out there, and...why the hell do you look so sad? Every time I think of boobs, I get a little happier. You seem like you don't want to main event at all!

Dennis: Titties.

Versus: Oh, wait, you don't like titties? Are you...wait...not that there's anything wrong with that.

Dennis looks a little more alive and angry.

Dennis: Titties!

Versus: That's the ...uh...spirit??

Dennis: TITTIES!! I'M GONNA LICK EM!!!!

Versus: There you go man, go motorboat em you motorboatin son of a bitch you!!

Dennis gets up, smacks the locker making everyone in the locker room jump out of their seat (except KD, KD doesn't move). Dennis grabs his titles, looks around the locker room and gets a couple thumbs ups. Drago, who has been fairly quiet up to this point, scratches his head.

Drago: M-boatmotors?......I'm not understand.

Nate: Go kick his ass kid, we got your back.

Dennis nods and walks out of the locker room. After Dennis's slams the dressing room door behind him, Nate turns to Versus.

Nate: What the hell did you say to the kid?

Versus: I gave him my titty speech.

Nate: You have a titty speech?

Versus: Yeah, come on man, who doesn't have a titty speech? Sophia, you have a titty speech right? Guys?

Sophia: No.

Jackson: Ain't got a speech for it, but I'm into em.

Drago: .....I'm confuse.

KD: I got one.

Versus: See, KD's with me!!!

Nate shakes his head and Versus walks over to KD and gives him a fist bump. Drago looks around and throws his hands up in confusion.

Drago: Can someone please explain meaning of this???

Drago looks around hoping to find some answers, but he's met with shrugs and blank stares. Noticing that nobody else is trying to help Drago with his predicament, Nate sighs and grabs Drago by the shoulder.

Nate: You see kid, the act of "motorboating" somebody refers to.....

Nate and Drago walk off.

Jackson: I see Mr. Siberian Man doesn't really understand some basic English.

Sophia: I don't think he's Siberian....He's actually S-

Jackson: Ah, he's Sicilian! That's what I meant to say.

Sophia facepalms as the scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	So close yet so far!
	HAHAHAHAH I LOVE IT SCAGGSS!!

Previously Recorded!
The Harambe Mobile pulls into what looks to be a desolate alley. The buildings around seem to be abandoned, with what was left of the windows being boarded up. The van slows down and comes to a stop. Sheldon turns to Flynn.

Matt Sheldon: All right, remember what I said; just stay in the car.

Flynn: I'm a little worried here. It doesn't look like we're in a good part of town.

Sheldon winks and takes off. Flynn looks around in fear.

Flynn: Hope he doesn't take too long....

Sheldon makes his way from the alleyway to the entrance of a dilapidated gym. The entrance is boarded up, so he takes the initiative and superkicks the boards, causing them to collapse. Sheldon slowly walks inside, coughing as the place is fairly dusty.

We cut back to Flynn, who is hiding behind the steering wheel. He gasps and his eyes widen as he sees something horrifying in front of him; hoodlums with knives, ball and chains, baseball bats, anything including the kitchen sink. Flynn starts panicking.

Flynn: Matt! MATT!!!

We return to Sheldon, as he looks around the ruined gym looking for his man.

Matt Sheldon: I don't want any trouble! I just need information!

???: What do you want to know stranger?

Sheldon quickly turns around to find a shadowy figure, the only thing visible on his body being his mysterious lucha-esque mask.

Matt Sheldon: Glad to see you're still alive, Defecto. I'm looking for Soul Glo. Thought you might know something about his whereabouts.

Defecto: I know where he is, but I don't know if you really wish to meet him. He's....changed.

Matt Sheldon: What do you mean he's changed? The man looked like a Greek god, what could've possibly happened to him? We're out of time and options, we NEED to talk to him!

Defecto laughs.

Defecto: ...Very well.

We come back to Flynn as the gang is around the Harambe Mobile. One of the hoodlums walks up to Flynn.

Hoodlum: Hey there little man.....we don't like people like you comin' in to our territory....

Flynn: Uh.....We're just stopping by, we don't want any trouble!

Hoodlum: If you don't get the hell out of our turf in five seconds, your ass is grass senor.

Flynn: Aw s***.

Hoodlum: Five.

Flynn starts shaking his head.

Hoodlum: Four. Three....

Flynn: No, no, no....

Hoodlum: Two. One.....

Flynn ducks and covers his head as Matt Sheldon comes to the rescue, sprinting out from the alleyway. He pushes the gang members near the passenger seat away and hops in. Flynn steps on it and the Harambe Mobile takes off.

Flynn: Am...Am I dead?

Matt Sheldon: No worries bud, we're just fine! I got what I needed from my contact....There's only one place left to go.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	................
	I'm with you!

Crossbones vs Christian Ryder

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That's gonna leave a mark!
	Ya think!

We are in the D.A.M. Skybox where we find Our Overlord, The Messiah of the Multi & Metaverses, The OCW World Champion, Mugen sitting on his couch infuriated at what just occurred in the ring earlier. Also in the room are Molly and AJ Phoenix who are trying to calm him down.

Mugen: HOW FREAKING DARE HE. ONCE AGAIN, HE ALWAYS NEEDS TO GET ONE UP ON ME. GUESS WHAT DUMMY, I HAVE WHAT YOU WANT. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AJ picks up the OCW World Championship that is placed on the coffee table in front of Mugen.

AJ Phoenix: Exactly, you have this (pointing to title). This right here says you are indeed "the man" and nobody can tell you otherwise, doesn't matter what that circus clown tries.

AJ Phoenix: You allowing him to get into your head is exactly what he wants. The security break in a few weeks ago, the repeated interruptions, all just underhanded tactics to try to keep you off your game.

Mugen: I know.....I know....I KNOW

Mugen sighs loudly.

Mugen: You don't get how hard it is for me to control my anger.

AJ Phoenix: Sure, it seems that way right now. But at one point, like you I was a young, somewhat hotheaded talent who tried to feed off my anger and frustration to get to where I wanted. That may have gotten me success starting out as the first and 3 time OCW EX champ, and even into my early days as a heavyweight.

AJ Phoenix: Over time, I learned to channel all that, and it wasn't until then that I was able to truly come into my own, eventually becoming both the last OCW European Champion and OCW World Champion. All the talent and physical ability in the world means nothing if your foe can so easily play with your head, just remember that. You're only playing into Drago's hands.

Mugen looks at AJ with a stern face.

Mugen: Tell me something. When you were on the top of this company, how jealous was everybody of you?

AJ Phoenix: Very jealous. It doesn't help that I got there while ToP and Rev Inc were in the middle of their hey-day. While most of them won't admit it, they couldn't bear to see me on the top. Being a marked man on all sides, I used this as a motivation, I channeled their hate and turned it around right at them.

AJ Phoenix: Hell, I defended that very title against a tank of a psychopath who kidnapped my wife as goddamn leverage. Trust me, I know you can handle whatever bull**** you may have thrown your way being "the man" in this business.

Mugen leans back in the sofa, looking rather calm for once.

AJ Phoenix: Just follow my lead, I'll take you to the promised land. I WILL help you finish the mission that you started.

Mugen: Thank you, Sensei. I think I know exactly what needs to be done tonight. Molly my dear, please hand me my phone.

Molly reaches over to the desk and grabs Mugen's phone for him.

Mugen: Production? Yes, inform a certain Drago Cesar that his presence is required in the ring later tonight.

With a grin on his face, Mugen hangs up the phone and sits back in his chair comfortably.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I don't like the sound of that, that sounds fishy!
	IT'S NOT ITS TOTALLY ON THE LEVEL!!!

* The sound of cats fighting echos across the arena then Kat music hits. The arena explodes! *

Kat : Thank you! Thank you!

* Then the crowd erupts in a chant, you're the real champ ! You're the real champ!

Kat : Thank you so much for this! I've had some ups and downs but always my heart and soul have been right here. I went into a little downward spiral after being screwed out of my title.

* Crowd starts booing *

Kat : Yeah I feel the same way. That's life in OcW, everyone they sent at me I destroyed. So they did to me what they did to Drago.
But it's time for some reparations!

* Crowd starts cheering*

Kat : I don't care about these faction wars cause I'm a team all by myself. It's time for me to get my property back. Now we can this two ways. Either beaten or broken. Little girls this Kat doesn't scratch she slashes through all her competition.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Kat was the longest Bombshell Champion in OCW history!
	But Sophia was the longest Women's Champion. Next week at 450 its going to be a barn burner!

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