Crossbones waits for the crowd to settle down as he soaks in the atmosphere of the arena, he and Connie taking in every detail they can, savoring the moment.

Crossbones: Ye know, as I wandered around the arena here tonight, I barely recognize any of the faces I saw, and some of those I did recognize...i wish I didn't!! Ahahahahahahahhahahahaha!!

Connie shoots him a look as if to say 'stay on track'.

Crossbones: Most of ye may not know who I am personally, may not remember me, or may not want to know me...but I guarantee, that in some minute capacity, ye have heard of the 'Legend of Crossbones'........

Crossbones: Now, granted I've been gone a little while, I lost a good crew mate to the depths of Davey Jones, and that's not something ye can just 'shake off'....

Connie takes a small bottle of rum from her jacket pocket, removes the lid, takes a sip, raises the bottle to the air in toast, and then pours some out onto the mat.

Crossbones: Rest In Peace SC, ye are missed every day, the day your light was extinguished, the world got a little darker.

He raises a fist high in the air.

Crossbones: OCW moves on all around us, regardless of real life, and it's time to once again return to the helm of the Hound's Tooth, I have not returned to 'save' anyone, to 'destroy OCW'..blah blah blah..I be here for 2 things....

Connie facepalms.

Connie: Oh god , here we go again...

Crossbones: Tets and gold!!

The crowd look at him in confusion.

Crossbones: Ye know, tets!...TETS!!

He motions to his chest with his hand, like he is grabbing female breasts.

Crossbones: TETS!!

The audience begin to laugh as they realize what he means, and a few random shout's of 'TETS!' can be heard breaking out around the arena.

He looks at Connie and again motions to his chest.

Crossbones: Tets?

She has an angered look on her face.

Connie: For the last time....I'm not showing you my 'tets'.

Crossbones: Well, I'm here for tets and gold...and it seems I'm all out of tets!!

The legend continues!!!!

He drops the mic and the 2 make their way from the ring and back towards the top of the ramp as random shouts of 'tets' can be heard all over the arena.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	YAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
	Oh settle down!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

Cactus grabs a mic as most of the crowd is in shock that the Turmoil member has joined Riot. The ring is set up with 3 stools in the center of the ring but is missing the normal Watering Hole set.

Cactus: Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Welcome to the most entertaining show in the OCW.

Cactus: That’s right, Welcome to the Watering Hole on Riot!

Cactus: The top rated hit on Turmoil has hit the road to come to the big show and I am your host for tonight's festivities, Cactus Gauge.

Crowd pops.

Cactus: Thank you for the warm welcome Riot. My goal in this company is to help people find their lane here, to realize their “why”, to reach their full potential, even if those members are as over as Tank's life.

Cactus: Enough about me, let’s get to the main attraction. My guest tonight are actually two guests. One is a hall of famer and the other makes sure he doesn’t get bored.

Cactus: Please welcome two of oddest couples in the OCW. Riot, please stand to your feet for your newest Hall of Famer and his best friend - The Union!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp

Cactus: Men, let me first start this off by honoring the new inductee to the OCW Hall of Fame. Congrats Mr. Pugh.

Pugh: Brother, Brother, Brother… It’s great to be here on the Tiki Hut with you Versus… you’re looking good brother.

Cactus: With all due respect Pugh, this is no Tiki Hut. You have entered the greatest show on the OCW - The Watering Hole.

Cactus: So you’ve done it all here, Pugh. Championships, rivalries, main eventing, ::coughs:: ignoring emails ::coughs::

Cactus: And now you’re are a Hall of Famer. So what’s left?

Pugh: Gotta keep those lights on Brother. This is a man’s world b. You think they just gave me that? Nah. Hard work. Papa’s got a brand new bag. Brother knows. Right?

Cactus: Um, ya. New bags and stuff.

Cactus looks back at the ring assistants and mouths out of the mic: What the hell is wrong with him?

Cactus turning is attention back to Bobby: So, Bobby, what’s it like to be mentored by a Hall of Famer in the OCW?

Bobby Minio: Hey Cacti, I see what you’re doing here and quite frankly, I’m not a fan. Move on.

Cactus: Well, this is going over as well as Brays shoot did.

Cactus: How about this? Pugh, tonight you are fighting for the Light Heavyweight Championship. How did you prepare to be a Light Heavyweight?

Pugh: Cocaine. Cocaine and a pocket full of dreams. Can I say cocaine on RushTV? I’ll tell you something Versus. I get up at 8:45 every morning and I run. Sometimes four… five minutes on the treadmill... You think this just happens?

Pugh lifts up his shirt to display his chiseled abs.

Pugh: No it does not… See this. This here. THIS VERSUS

He points at his face again

Pugh: Unstoppable. They line em up Brother, I’ll knock em down.

Cactus puts his head down as the segment begins to spiral out of control.

Cactus: Is it always like this around here?

Cactus gathers himself.

Cactus: Bill Ding versus the Hall of Famer Pugh on 454. What happened?

Pugh: Never heard of him. Move on Brother.

Cactus: Dodging the question? Come on Pugh. You’re a Hall of Famer now!

Pugh: Brother if a building fell on you, you’d stay down too!

Cactus: He is a big fella.

Cactus: Ok, both of you, it’s been rumored that the locker room expected you to both step up and do something about the Purge and others back there, yet that hasn’t happened. Two best friends. Good vs Evil. What’s going on with you two and why has this not happened?

Bobby Minio: Before Pugh and I started to put the band back together, I stood up to the Purge, by my lonesome, and I lived to tell the tale about that.

Bobby Minio: I felt betrayed for a long time, a damn long time, but Pugh and I… we know that Mugen, the Master of the Lariat, is still a brother and he’s still our brother.

Bobby Minio: As for the rest of them? A bunch of confused, misplaced wrestlers suffering through a collective identity crisis.

Pugh: The Purge is a passing fashion baby. Bobzilla over here saw the light. They are not a threat to my well being - they’re not a threat to our aspirations and Brother… they ain’t nothin but a hotdog in a hallway.

Pugh: You cut Brother Mugen open you know what’s ingrained in his lily yellow DNA? C4 baby. Through and GOT DAMN through. Once you’re a Brother hoot, you’re a Brother for life. Brother Mugen knows that…

Pugh: Reverend Ink and hashtag #SQUAD ain’t threats to our payday Brother. Brother Mugen knows where his payday is - he knows where his bread is buttered, and when the time is right Lariat man comes home. Dig that brother.

Bobby Minio: Ya gotta remember too, the dirty secret about The Purge is a lack of pride. The Lariato Kid? He’s got that pride deep down still but the rest of them?

Bobby Minio: They’re a magnetized low bar that drags down anyone it comes in contact with. Real, signed sealed and delivered coast to coast DRAWS lacquer themselves up in glitterati warpaint. Re-god-damned-diculous.

Bobby Minio: Then they have the nerve to compadre up with a character like that young boy Hayes. Just shameless. If all good things gotta reach their ends, something that awful has to come to a screeching halt.

Cactus: Then tell us how!?! How does this all end?

Pugh: End? Brother this is just the beginning. It goes on forever. An infinite loop of insanity Brother. C4 is life. C4 over EVERYTHING Brother. Tonight Jookie done messed up.

Pugh: He better shape up or ship out. They wanna introduce a new division and put him as the figurehead? Uh… Uh… Not in my world. In my world the best guy in the division gets the gold, you feel me… and if I don’t leave with it tonight then damn - Jookie might be the best guy in the division.

Cactus: Friends and Family of Riot, there you have it. The rest of this roster needs to be on watch because the Union is on the hunt. Men, thank you for entertaining me. If nothing else, I’ve learned a lot more than could be imagined tonight. Pugh, good luck Sir!

Cactus raises his glass to The Union as the scene fades out.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That escalted quickly!
	It always does with those two!

North American #1 Contendership
A.C Cobra vs Dimsmore

The camera pans to the announce team.

	My god you could hear that in Queens!
	He's gonna need to see a doctah!

Superkick. Superkick. Superkick.

Tripp Kick Flip: Braaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!

We return to the TITTT registration table. The last person at the front of the line receives a triple superkick from the trio. Tripp Kik and Flipp pose together as Tiberius Dupree actually nods in approval.

He hops from the table made by the ancestors of South Carolina Governor Ryu Matsumoto and stands in front of the group. Mark this date on the calendar, Kneesus Christ himself has been impressed. I repeat someone or something besides his own Betterness has impressed Dupree.

Dupree: To quote a flake in a stupid hat, “That was romantic...”

TKF: Brahh?!

Dupree: Never mind, I think SKWAD has found what we’re looking for with you lot. The three of you show raw ambition and a rare charisma that reminds me of myself.

TKF already know their great, they don’t need a HOFer or anyone to remind them.

Dupree: Welcome to SKWAD.

Tripp: Do we get a prize brah?!

Kik: Like a trophy or somethin’ brah…

Flipp: Braaaaaaaaahhhhhh

Dupree: My apologies, I almost forgot.

Tibby tosses each of them a SKWAD t-shirt one size too small. The three of them look at each other, look at Tibby, then back at each other. And simultaneously they put the shirts on and fist bump.

All three then go to fist bump Tibby….he no sells at first then finally caves in.

TKF: Braaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!

The camera fades to black as Dupree wonders if he and OCW are ready for what’s next.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	My god save us all.
	THIS IS THE GREATEST THING EVER!!!!!!!

The camera quickly pans across a seemingly empty locker room until Samsin Simsin comes into view angrily packing his ring gear into his duffle bag.

A hand grabs his shoulder and he swiftly turns around with a fist raised to a cool yet concerned looking, Johnny Tsunami.

Johnny Tsunami: I’m sorry you didn't get the W out there tonight brahh, but atleast you didn't get the L either. And honestly brah, I'm glad that they didn't book us to fight each other..

Samsin grunts and shakes his head as he turns back to his bag and begins removing the tape from his hands.

SIN: You lucked out kid.. Much like H2O did out there tonight.

Samsin forcefully shoves the roll of tape he just took off into his bag and spits on the floor off to the side of the camera.

SIN: I’m not going to continue to be held down much longer Johnboy, I’m serious. Thinking about it now; you are much better off health-wise, not getting booked against me.

Samsin pulls the last of the tape off his other hand and takes a step slowly up to Johnny Tsunami..

SIN: After tonight John, I'm done lying down and being a damn stepping stone for these fools anymore. I'm ready to start going straight through anybody, and I mean every body who wants to get out in front of me in this business.

Samsin hesitantly offers out a handshake to Johnny Tsunami..

SIN: Here's to hoping that the next person who stands in the opposite corner as I do, isn't you.

Johnny Tsunami: I’m here for you Samsin, no matter what has happened and is going to happen you are my friend brah.

Tsunami shakes Samsin’s hand and pulls him in for an embrace.

Johnny Tsunami: Now it’s a new year Samsin, me and you are gonna do this and you’re gonna start wiping the floors with these fools brah!

Johnny Tsunami: So, what are your plans for next week?

Samsin takes a step back and shrugs.

SIN: I don't know.. It’s up to what booking decides to do. I got to find some fights on the side and get some money together. You?

Johnny Tsunami: Me? Ah brah I don’t know really, probably debut maybe? Just all depends on the big wave were surfing and how it will all pan out brah.

SIN: Well, surfs up dude..

Samsin pats Tsunami on the shoulder as he walks pass him and out of the locker room. He bumps into H2O in the hallway. You can hear the crowd cheer from the arena.

H2O: Well, well, well. If it isn't Samsin Simsin. Good match out there buddy. I must say, you have a dome on those shoulders! You'll go down in history as the only one to kick out from a Shot to the head like that! Impressive.

Samsin stops and grunts the compliment off with a slight nod. He steps closer to H2O, pointing his finger over his shoulder behind him toward the stage entrance.

SIN: Your little kick knocked me out of focus, kid. Now, I'll give you that. But, I had that match in the bag out there. Mo’ was mine.

Samsin’s face begins to redden over the shade of bruises that still haven't healed and the slight patch of skin peeled back over the bridge of his nose from H2O’s boot.

H2O: Eww. Yeah Simsin. I don't know if you better off letting your Grandma put that gloopidy gloop back on your face or what. Good God that's ugly. Here's some good news…

H2O leans closer, puts his hand on his shoulder and whisper to Samsin..

H2O: At least I did you a favor and pinned Mo’ Cream and left you as an O-for. So nothing changed other than your face. Since you say you (pauses) had it in the “bag”. Consider me handing that bag back to you as a thank you.

Samsin grabs H2O’s hand and removes it from his shoulder…

SIN: If that matchup had been you and me heads up; your folks wouldn’t be able to recognize that pretty little face anymore. You’d want to stick your head in a bag. Don't make me want to put your body in one. Just stay out of my way.

Samsin pushes H2O aside and makes his way down the corridor toward the parking garage shaking his head.

H2O yells from the hallway.

H2O: Don't write checks you can't cash! Pfft… I actually like the guy.

H2O shrugs and heads to the locker room to shower as the camera fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Things are heating up!
	I smell a collision soon!

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