The camera pans over to AC Cobra the fans cheer as they see the seasoned vet.. The camera then pans over to Prince Xander and the crowd immediately booes.. Xander laughs and says to Cobra..

Prince Xander: Why are you in this locker room? Cowards who don't help their teammates in the last week don't deserve to be here.

Cobra: What's your deal? You've caused nothing but trouble, now you want to blame me for last week lost?

Xander: Trouble? You're just a joke, those fans want entertainment not someone who doesn't help their damn teammate.

Cobra: Entertainment? These fans love me!

AC points towards the camera. The crowd could be heard cheering from inside the arena.

Cobra: I come out here every week and put my body on the line..

Xander interrupts AC..

Xander: Exactly, your body. You're middle class Cobra, the only thing you have to show for yourself is a petty one time Hardcore champ reign. Oh and some outdated lines about video games get over yourself.

Xander: You're everything that's wrong with this company and country. Average, average, average! You guys accepts C's or working at the same job for 7 years and not getting further ahead in the company.

Xander: See you and me? We are completely different; I don't accept average or near perfect. I only take perfection, because I AM PERFECTION! I am the complete package and the future of this company.

Cobra: Listen you're all talk. I'm all about that action big boss.

AC rushes towards Xander and the two begins to fight in the locker room.

As the two go to the ground Xander kicks AC down low and reaches towards his back pocket and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles and punches AC straight in the ribs.

Xander runs out the locker room. The refs throw up the "X" sign signaling AC is hurt. The camera zooms in on Cobra who's holding his stomach in pain.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What the hell!!!
	That's one sour patch kid!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Are you excited because I sure as hell am!
	Woo doggy!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

H2O: HOLY SWEET JESUS, OCW! Surprise surprise. It's like someone just hit the refresh button in OCW TONIGHT!

(He smiles and looks around the arena as the crowd cheers a little.)

H2O: No no guys I need you to turn it up a notch! OCW is in dark place right now AND I'M ABOUT TO TURN IT UP A LOT AND LIGHT THIS PLACE UP! So If you want OCW to kick it into High Octane then MAKE SOME NOOOOOIIIISSSEEE!!!

(Crowd screams louder to his liking. He's shaking his head up and down in acceptance of the crowd pop while walking around the ring.)

H2O: Now I'm going to move rather quickly with this because I know you want to see me in action...TONIGHT!

(The crowd erupts and you hear little chants of H20 coming from the crowd.)

H2O: So let me say this. I've noticed in the past few shows OCW Fans is looking for someone a bit more refreshing... someone with a bit more flare... and SOMEONE TO IGNITE THIS CROWD!!!

(The entire crowd is chanting H2O, H2O, H2O and he is embracing it.)

H2O: Yessss, Yessss. Fans I want to apologize for all these guys hanging out in the dark doing promos like Mugen don't give them enough money to pay a light bill, Holy Sweet Jesus! (Shakes his head)

I know your tired of everyone in a bad mood. Like someone took their cornbread. (Tries to do a bad impression of Eddie Murphy) Grrr.... "There's gonna be some consequences and repercussions" ..Grrr..oh please. This place is going to need an overhaul.

(Raises his arms in disbelief and you can slightly here him say c'mon.)

H2O: OCW RIGHT NOW, BEFORE I WALKED IN, sounds like classical music.

(Crowd quiets down not knowing where he's going with this.)

H2O: I've stepped into an elevator at the Empire State Building to go visit a friend that works there. I fell asleep TWICE and missed the floor I needed to get off on cause I had to listen to that garbage classical music? It was the 84th FLOOOORRRR FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!

(Crowd laughs.)

H2O: Or your girlfriend or your wife just bought you two tickets to go see the Symphony Orchestra at Broadway and you know that look you give them when you receive it..That look like WHYYYYYYYYY!?!?

(Crowd laughs looking at H2O grimaced face.)

H2O: So why the hell would you want to watch a boring, grueling classical match like Wes Pepperton!?

(Mixture of laughter and roars from the crowd.)

H20: Listen folks, I'm The Past, Present and Future of OCW! I am the past because I know how to climb the ladder of wrestling without crying. I'm going to have bumps and bruIses along the way. I'll bend but won't break. I'm the present but I'm the fuel this federation is in dire need of. High Octane! Not that low grade wrestling stuff. Uh uh. And I'm the future of OCW because like I said before I WILL IGNITE THE CROWD AND GIVE YOU NOTHING BUT MY BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS!!!

(Crowd goes crazy and then Pepperton music hits.)

Wes Pepperton vs H20

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That's sending a message!
	If ever I saw one!

The scene opens to a full size image Madison’s tablet screen. On it, we see last week’s video shot on TMZ of Turmoil Champion Dennis Black at the Barazura inside the Atlantis, Palm Hotel in Dubai. The Underdog is visibly inebriated without his chaperon around and making a scene with a couple of fellow high end bar patrons from America.

Patron: Hey bro, why the hell are you on Riot every week? Don't you have loyalty to Turmoil?

Dennis: Because if I don't go to Riot, Riot guys will be able to talk s**t without reprisal. See what happened to Smythe when he stuck his nose in Turmoil business? I stuck many things in his ass! And he thanked me!

Patron: That autistic douchebag? Big deal!

Dennis: I am the man! I went to Riot and molested it! That roster is like a battered women's shelter now! Woooo! Black King baybay!!!!

Patron: What kind of God complex do you have bro? Is this your first drink or something?

Dennis: I'm gonna burn it all down! The Revolution starts with me brother! Turmoil... They will rise from the ashes after the fire that I set to that brand. And they will be better for it. Just as Riot will be better after the fire. But first....the body count must rise! Justice will be served. Rev inc will help me save OCW.

Patron: You're really something guy, you know that?

Dennis: I'm a good person. I can't help it! It's why I saved Turmoil. Can I get another drink over here????

Patron: What the hell are you evening talking about bro?

Dennis: I'll tell you Bruhhhhh. Moron... The Red Army has a new General. We will decimate the Purge, Skwad, Union, AIDS, Jookie's people...and rebuild a fair OCW for rookies, vets, and hall of famers! Except Smythe. He can go jolly well **** off back to Saskatoona and get back to molesting moose.

Patron: You aren't a big deal dude. Like Pugh could push your s**t in if you guys go toe to toe again.

Dennis: Pugh?!?! I'd beat him so hard he'd look like Jimmy Henry's battered wife.

Patron: Dude you disgust me! Are you even old enough to drink?

Dennis shoves the patron in the chest.

Dennis: F**K YOU!!!! I'm a wrestling GOD! Women throw themselves at me! You're nothing! This is Dubai! No rules baybay!!!!

Patron: You're a pussy whipped, virgin nobody!

Dennis's mood grows visibly darker. He drunkly stares the patron down.

Dennis: Why are you alive? I would trade Tank's death for yours any day! God....Go away...

Dennis stumbles a bit and spills the remainder of his drink.

Dennis: Legit, kill yourself. Like, slit your wrist and hang yourself for good measure.

The patron laughs at our drunken champion and begins to walk away.

Patron: I hope Pugh murders you in that ring!

Dennis: I'm going to leave Pugh's face looking like Tank's ass on gay pride day. Then I'm going to bang your wife, Bruhhhhh! Where's that damn drink?!

At this point in the video, hotel security and a member of the OCW PR Department that is supposed to be shadowing Dennis show up. Security confronts Dennis as the OCW employee grabs the phone from our amateur journalist. Our scene now shifts back to Dennis and Madison both cringing at the display.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Never let that man near so much as a Shirley Temple!
	That boy ain't right!

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