A door somewhere backstage bursts open, the scene jumping to life as the dull thud of wood on concrete rattles an echo throughout the door. Two men cruise through the doorway, large gear in both of their hands.

The first man, Bobby Minio, drops two briefcases down onto a table against a wall. A second man, the new Light Heavyweight Champion, Paul Pugh, drops two large cases of pilfered The Steveweisers on the ground near a folding chair.

Minio opens the first case, a GAEMS travel case with an Xbox One and screen equipped, before powering the setup on. He turns his attention to the next case, which he simply pats a hand over, as if taking inventory.

He turns toward Pugh just in time to catch a The Steveweiser that was cruising at about head level. They both crack open cans simultaneously.

Pugh: Drink up kid, they’re better when they’re free.

Bobby Minio: Isn’t everything?

The two men no-sell the last comment and go straight to drinking, before Minio sets his can down and begins to unbuckle his fannypack. He lays it out next to the cases, then sits leans back with satisfaction.

Bobby Minio: Great, good stuff. Got all the gimmicks good and ready for an easy payday.

He begins to list the inventory.

Bobby Minio: Got my game gimmick, got my new gimmick-gimmick, got my gimmick bag here with my ‘just acquired from Versus’ pal’ gimmicks, and best of all…

Just as Minio slips on his shades, he turns to Pugh with a sly grin.

Bobby Minio: I got my Jobber Blockers. Now, lets kick up our boots and just bask in the glow of that gold, brother!

Pugh: dookieshoe brother, ain’t time to bask. You think these marks are gonna leave me in peace? Hoot these animals are coming at me. I’ve gotta send a message... They’re gunnin for the old man now, kid. I’ve got to-

Pugh’s speech is interrupted by the opening strums of a Bob Seger song, Hollywood Nights to be specific.

Minio, standing over a small bluetooth speaker he produced seemingly from thin air, begins to rock around to the music. He then turns to Pugh, gesturing for Pugh to continue.

Pugh: What in the name of Koe B Bryant is that horsedookieshoe? Turn this off-

Bobby Minio: If a Light Heavyweight comes gunning for ya, well they best not miss. You know what I mean?

Pugh: I hear that hootski.

Pugh takes a sip of his The Steveweiser and places it down on the Light heavyweight Title belt which is laying prone beside him.

Bobby Minio: Between the two of us, we run the entire division. Top to bottom, I’ll set ‘em up, you’ll knock ‘em down. Who needs to put them on notice? Brother, THEY NOTICE.

Pugh: YOU’RE GOTTDAMN RIGHT THEY NOTICE BROTHER!

Bobby Minio: Sure, we show the entire division we’re in control, and after you’ve made your way through the roster, you give your good brother Bobby his… uh... his due-ski. Right?

Pugh: Well sheet… is a pig’s pussy pork? Lemme do all the lifting - these marks ain’t gonna know what hit them… and that vamp fella… the one with the prison tattoos and the skin condition… you make sure he knows that we know that we know he thinks he’s onto us...

Bobby Minio: Sure, sure. Look anyway, if it helps ya relax, I’ll send my own little message tonight, you relax and enjoy a few more of these The Steveweisers that we… found… on the way in…

Pugh: SUN URVA….

He lets out a huge belch as Minio shakes his head…

Bobby Minio: Said like the wordsmith you are, Brother. Now, time to get ready…

He turns back toward his accessories table, his eyes fixated on the unopened briefcase. Minio places his palm down on the top of the case, considering his next step for a minute.

His eyes lock on one specific portion of the case, the seam of the case on the side. The viewers eyes come into focus on the same thing Minio noticed, the tip of a lock of blonde hair creeping out from the inside of the case.

Minio shakes his head, then with a side glance toward the camera, he spins the case away from the view of the lens. He hesitates for a moment, before he turns and moves back toward his video game setup. He turns toward Pugh again, just in time to duck under a flying The Stevewieser.

Bobby Minio: Yo, maaaarone!

As Minio storms past the laughing Pugh to grab his own beer in a more reasonable fashion, the camera pans toward the door and fades into the next segment.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I only understand every third word!
	Because you're a god dam mark!

The X-Tron Flickers On!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	YEAAAA!!!
	Woooo!

Previously Recorded:

The scene opens up at a dimly lit bar downtown, busy with the noise of local patrons. A familiar figure appears on screen sitting at the bar, seemingly drinking his stress away. He calls over the bartender and signals for another.

Bartender: Another beer, sir?

Samsin replies with a congested voice.

Samsin: Nah, a shot. Whiskey.

Bartender: Whiskey it is… But SIN... You ARE Samsin Simsin from OCW, right? Running away from sobriety ain't gonna help you escape your problems forever.

Samsin blankly stares back at the bartender. Suprised he was even recognized, he thinks for a moment about the bartender’s statement. Suddenly he grows impatient, holds out his hand and waves the shot over and coughs to clear his throat.

Samsin: AHEM.. C’mon with it already. And who the hell says I’m “escaping problems”?

The bartender shrugs as he grabs the bottle to serve him. Samsin downs the drink, slams the shotglass down on the bar and stands up from his stool.

Samsin: I’ll be right back, man..

Samsin navigates his way to the men's room toward a dark back hallway of the building. As he approaches, two men on the end of a table involved in a 2v2 pool game (perhaps purposely) bump into him.

Man #1: Well shiiiiit, if it isn't Quad S.. Samsin motherfluffernutterin’ Simsin!

Man #2: fluffernutter man, it IS him!

Man #1: Dude, this is the guy that I was talkin about that don’t WIN. ha HA!

The second man looks Sin up and down, stepping in closer behind his friend.

Man #2: Ha, and now look, he’s in here searching for a victory at the bottom of a bottle. Absolutely depressing.

Samsin: Look, Just back off.

SIN puts up an arm to create distance from the two as they both continue to move up closer him.

Man #2: What's up SIN-man? I bet that mask he likes to wear makes him blind. Look at him, he can't even see WITHOUT the damn thing! dookieshoe, if YOU can wrestle for OCW, they must be DESPERATE for employees. I used to actually keep up on Riot until THIS clown came out.

Man #1: WE should just knock him the fluffernutter out ourselves. “Quad S”, I’m going to call you “QUAD L”, ya tantrum havin’ ass, fluffernutterin’ LOO-

Man #1’s words are stopped as SIN’s forehead smashes into the man’s upper teeth. Samsin stammers momentarily before noticing the man’s panicked reaction as he fumbles to stop the bleeding coming from his nose and mouth.

In that moment, Samsin felt a sense of relief come over him like he hasn't felt in awhile. A smile stretches across his face as he swiftly grabs an abandoned beer bottle from a ledge nearby and smashes the patron over the head with it.

Before the debris from the bottle even had the chance to hit the floor, SIN delivers blow after drunken blow to the man, wherever he can manage to land them.

A pool stick snaps over SIN’s back. As he turns around, he feels a swift kick to the side, cracking a rib or two underneath, delivered by the second man, causing Samsin to fold over and drop from the sudden stabbing pain in his abdomen. He clenches his eyes shut.

As he comes to, he realizes he is being pinned to the ground. His face being pressed against the broken glass on the littered bar room floor. Sin feels a knee digging in his back as cold steel locks around his wrists wrapped behind his back.

Officer: Stop resisting!! You are under arrest!! Don't make me have to taze you!!

Confused, Sin complies as he is forced to a standing position. Through his blood and booze impaired vision, he can just barely make out all the shocked expressions of the crowd surrounding the scene.

He sees the man who caught most of the attack holding his face still trying to stop the bleeding as EMTs attempt to tend to him. His friend, no too far away, flashes Samsin a menacing grin as he watches him escorted to the front of the bar by the officer.

Samsin notices the police all have thier firearms ready.He sees the ambulance, counts four police cruisers, two blacked out SUVS and what seems to be a SWAT team approaching as they walk through the vestibule.

SIN: Whoa! wait, what the fluffernutter is this!?

Officer: Did I say you could speak? SHUT UP!

The officer strikes Samsin in the ribs with his baton.They step outside where even more officers await. The arresting officer, now accompanied by two more in all black SWAT looking fatigues and ski masks cover Samsin’s head with a black cloth and roughly stuff him into the backseat of an unmarked SUV cruiser.

The officer and two other men get into the vehicle, turning off the blue and red flashing grille lights and peeling off down the road followed by two NYC police cars.

End scene.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Heavnes to mergatroids!
	Oh dear!

Gentleman Jack vs Charles Young

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Down to the wire!
	Almost!

The opens up and it's Smythe D. Wonder laying on the couch in his dressing room with what looks like a therapist. The therapist sits on top of the pool table with a pen and pad as Smythe is spilling all of his problems to her as the camera slowly zooms in.

Smythe: I mean am I delusional doc? something has to be wrong. I'm clearly better than this Prince of wrestling. Even tho I'm getting older, slower and maybe less exciting in the ring.

Doctor: Well people are saying that you're losing a bit of a step. You don't travel with the talent, up until a few weeks ago you didn't come to work unless you felt like it and you're given opportunity after opportunity because of your past successes. Do you think that's taken a toll on you?

With a sigh Smythe seems to be ready to admit faults of his past transgressions.

Smythe: Doc, do you understand wrestling at all? Do you understand roles in publicly traded companies?

Smythe: Do you understand status? I don't travel with those people because those people need someone to strive towards.

Smythe: I'm a corporate plane guy, with a private change room, who gets what he wants because I helped this place become what it is today. I can't just give that up.

Doctor: I think a part of you accepting that you are going to eventually start slowing down in the ring is accepting that you aren't head and shoulders above everyone else in the locker room.

Doctor: Maybe form a bond with some people. Share this overly massive dressing room with people that you aren't paying to be around you.

Doctor: People are saying that actually addressing the challenge from Prince was one of the most respectable things you've done in the past few years.

Smythe: I've performed many acts of charity throughout my career thank you very much. My job is to introduce new talent to OCW and to make sure they know their place on this totem pole. The totem pole that I am head and shoulders above everyone else here. I am the King of the Legends the one who isn't afraid to show the world how great he is.

Doctor: This is why you called me in today. Prince obviously doesn't think he belongs under your feet on this totem pole after last week.

Smythe: That's why I brought you in Doc. I can't let anything like this happen ever again. I mean, look at these walls these are framed photos of me winning every title in OCW. Do you know when that last one was taken Doc.

The Doctor tries to guess but she is immediately cut off

Smythe: Just a few months ago. I became a grand slam OCW champion just a few months ago so I obviously still have it Doc. Even if I didn't and I never won another OCW match again.

Smythe: It all wouldn't matter because do you see that case over there. That's all the validation I would ever need in this place. That Hall of Fame ring is my ticket to own this place until I die.

Doctor: I take it you're having it cleaned.

Smythe: What??

Doctor: There's nothing in the case.

Smythe sits up to look. Then jumps out of his chair.

Smythe: What the #$%&!!! You want me to associate with these people??? This has to be over Doc. You see what happens when you try to be civil.

Smythe: Someone comes into your locker room and steals our Hall of Fame ring. I wanted to be nice about this but clearly someone needs to &*$^@!# die!!!!

Doctor: Or maybe this is the bit of motivation you need...

Smythe is already heading out into the hallway to start questioning people.

Smythe: Shut up Doc... shut up and get out... actually... shut up, get out and don't take anything!!!!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He going off the deep end!
	Rookies will do that to you!

Nate should be losing himself with what has happened. The fate of his wife and father in law are up in the air. But instead, Nate looks deep in thought, devising a plan to get his family back. The camera pans back and with him is Drago Caesar, looking as stoic as always.

Nate: Look I’m going after Tiffany. You got the old man. I know I don’t have to say it.

Drago nods at Nate and begins to leave but Nate steps in front of him.

Nate: You’ll get your time… don’t worry about it.

Drago looks at Nate and walks past the champion to retrieve Mr. Sensation.

Nate: I tried to warn him, but he’s started something that is going to end very violently for him. I take full responsibility for what I am going to do.

Nate heads in the opposite direction of Drago as the scene fades out.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Drago's on the case!
	This just got more interesting!

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