Prince is seen walking in the back with more casual clothing on. Prince can be seen rolling his shoulder trying to increase blood flow. After entering the trainers office and then walking out a few minutes late Prince heads immediately to the ring. After grabbing a microphone and rolling into the ring.

Prince: So apparently even after I was brutally assaulted by Smythe I'm still required to compete tonight. Even though I don't know why or how they think it is even remotely appropriate to make me compete I guess you peasants will get a match.

Prince: So, I guess you'll get your match right now. Let me introduce my opponent, he is an OCW Hall of Famer, he was 1/2 of the Tag Team Champions, he is Loki's babysitter, please welcome JACOB TRANCE!

The crowd gives a mixed reaction when Trance's music hits after the sketchy circumstances surrounding the tag match that occurred at The Clash.

Prince: Come on down Trance lets go at it old man. Maybe you'll be able to get a win and become relevant again!

The crowd boos after Prince makes such comment.

Trance's music stops playing as it is clear he is not going to show up.

Prince: And yet again, the challenge was not answered. Shame I thought you would've answered the call Trance, would've been nice to bust your jaw in with your own finishing move but oh well. There you go management I tried competing but the challenge wasn't accepted. Oh darn!

Prince drops the microphone and laughs as he makes his way up the ramp.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Kid's got a lot of nerve!
	He needs it OCW is a place for Sharks not Minnows!

The Xtron Flickers On!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He is ready!
	Oh yes!

Previously Recorded.

Dupree: To hell with Sean McGee! That titerus is the lowest kind of scoundrel known to man. Who dares to hurt the arm that brushes this magnificent mane? Who freaking does that, we have to find this pleb.

Tiberius Octavian Dupree is not a happy camper, the supremely educated medical staff employed by the Overlord’s OCW have him wearing an absurd cast. This massive cast has a support bar running under his arm which is completely unnecessary for just an hyperextended elbow.

OCW Tag Team Champions TKF have been his moral support since the attack and have been doing everything in their power to help him exact revenge on the savage Sean McGee. They do that by superkicking anyone who Tibby points to or even resembles the former World Champion.

Tripp: Bruh!

A brawny black man shopping for groceries while TKF restock on Surge and Gushers….

Superkick!

Kik: Is that him bruh?!

Tibby turns his ridiculous cast and points at a large black man enjoying a drink at the bar….

Superkick!

A massive black figure holding a can of Buff Blaster inside a local gym.

Flipp: Ain’t that a broad bruh?

Tripp: That’s a bruh, bruh!

Superkick.

Kik: Def a broad bruh!

Dupree’s paranoia with TKF’s obsessive compulsive disorder to superkick make for a dangerous combination. This goes on for nearly 4 days straight, hunt by day...party by night. The only black man safe within their sights is BBD Gable. Buffness beware!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh for the love of!
	Yes...YES YESSSSSSSS!!!

Anthony Baker vs Prince

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Right in the pudding cup!
	Oh shutup!

Scene opens up to H2O sitting on a bench with his head down in the locker room. Heather Angelo is standing over him leaning against a locker showing equal concern. He's waiting for a phone call from Ligermask to discuss the release of his parents.

H2O: It's been a week since I heard anything from Ligermask, Heather.

With H2O’s head lowered, Heather frowned at him for a second. Noticing that he called her Heather not Heaven.

H2O: I helped him beat Drago so what's the hold up? Why hasn't he released them? Wh-

Heather: OK. Let's just calm down. Ligermask knows you're here to face Pugh tonight. He's playing head games with you. You have to stay focused.

H2O: I'm focused as I ever will be. If it means I have to carve up him and every member of.. La Purga.

His phone rings inside the cubby of his locker. Heather grabs & takes a look at it and hands him the phone.

Heather: It's your Mom’s number again. Hopefully it's them.

H2O: (sighs) Here goes…

La Lengua: Senor O! How are you doing today!

H2O: Better once you release my parents right now!

La Lengua: We are sorry it has taken so long for us to get back to you but El Patron...

La Lengua: He is still so tired from having carried you in that match against Drago.

La Lengua: In fact, Mrs. O! Its time for our afternoon Siesta! El Patron is quite famished.

H2O: Carried me!? I carried you! In the end, I did what I had to do with Drago and that was win.

La Lengua: I'm sorry Senor O, but it appears our Siesta is ready, your mother has made her famous Lasagna! Adios!

La Lengua: Oh and good luck against Senor Pugh, we've put in a word with Senor Mugen and you should be pleasantly surprised.

H2O: Wait.. What? I can't believe this! You made a promise! Liger! Ligermask! LIGERRMAAAASK!

The call ends abruptly.

There's a silence in the locker room. H2O is stressed out beyond belief as Heather tries to console him and she's startled by who just walked into the room.

Heather: H2O, remember I said you needed to focus?

H2O: (sigh) Yes…

Heather: Now is the time! Look up!

Standing over H2O is Pugh. H2O stands right up and now is toe to toe with his opponent. Both eyes locked in as a few moments go by…

H2O: Pugh…

H2O puts out his hand to shake Pugh’s.

Pugh: That's my name hoot.

He offers H2O two fingers, the disrespectful brother handshake offered to him by the brothers of future past. He smirks as he adjusts his fannypack.

Pugh: Now son I've seen you, you're good but you're not great. Lucky for you, you're out there with me tonight. You know what that means right?

H2O: Haha.. That just means I can show the world how crappy Pepe Le….Pugh really is at being a contender as a Light Heavyweight Champion.

H2O: By the way, when a real man offers his hand you shake it brother.

Pugh: Huh. You got a set o balls on ya I'll give you that. Tell you what kid. Since you're all full of piss and vinegar, why don't we raise the stakes a little out there. See this?

He shines up the Light Heavyweight title on his shoulder.

Pugh: You like that right? Course you do, you're a dirty little magpie, rookie. It's shiny and you want it right? Well. If you beat me tonight. 1...2...3… it's yours. All yours. To have and to hold. For richer for poorer brother… and we'll all be a bit poorer if it happens because your little jumping bean ass ain't drawing a God damn dime… what do you say hoot?

H2O: See, I'm just no ordinary rookie… Pepe. I could careless about the light heavyweight title. But I'm smart enough to accept such an easy challenge any day.

H2O: As I long I can face what OCW considers the “best of the best” and display the depth of my talents, I'll fight you anytime, any place, and anywhere. So go sell your can of cheap pop somewhere else. But don't blink. You might wake up without that pretty little title of yours.

Pugh: Cheap son? THESE GIMMICKS ARE MADE OF THE FINEST QUALITY SYNTHETIC WOLF SKIN MONEY CAN BUY!

He yanks a C4 over everything (hausofhoot.com brother) shirt from inside his jacket and waves it in H2O’s face.

Pugh: Look at this! PRIMO QUALITY. Son you got me hot now. Now I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed. Same as you'll be when I show the world that you're just another pretender… but hey… remember not to tuck your head for my pedigree and brother…

H2O glances back at Pugh.

Pugh: Watch the dropkick for me, I'd hate for you to lose that pretty little smile.

He grins and walks out of frame leaving H2O. H2O is left staring at the locker room doorway that Pugh just exited it from.

H2O: Heather, what is it with these guys and their i'm above the rest attitudes? Does he not know I have the kick heard ‘round the world? Pfft…I'll show him who's going to lose a smile. Maybe even a tooth.

Heather: That's the focus I'm looking for! With that attitude you'll have your parents back AND be Light Heavyweight Champ in no time.

H2O: I hope so… I hope so.

Scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Kid ain't scared!
	Well he should be!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I CANT WAIT!!!
	I CAN!!!! I HATE BALTIMORE!!!

We turn to the backstage hallways as we see Matt Sheldon passed out in the corner with Flynn across from him staring down the hallway, his face covered in......white powder. A nearby commotion causes Matt to stir and wake up. He grabs his head with his hands.

Matt Sheldon: Oh man....I didn't even drink that much. Hey Flynn, what's up?

Flynn doesn't turn his attention to his friend, instead simply staring off into the distance. Matt walks around and sees Flynn's face, noticing the copious amounts of white powder.

Matt Sheldon: .....Are you ok my man?

Matt Sheldon starts waving his hand in front of Flynn, but again, nothing happens. Matt scratches his head and starts searching his pockets for his phone. He finds it and is about to call someone.

Matt Sheldon: I think I need to call the hospital! Now what's the number for 911.....

Flynn: You needn't worry about me.

Matt Sheldon: Oh well then what's with the thousand yard stare?

Flynn: It's about Harambe.

Matt Sheldon: Oh s***. Has he gone missing again? Where the hell could he have possibly gone?

Flynn shakes his head and turns to Matt, looking him dead in the eyes. His voice is down to a whisper.

Flynn: His grandmother died. Zookeepers had to put her down.

Matt Sheldon: .....Oh......

Flynn: We've gotta let him know!

Matt Sheldon: You haven't told him yet???

Flynn grabs Matt by the shoulders.

Flynn: I can't do it Matt. For the love of all that is holy, I can't bring myself to do it. You must, for the sake of the band!

Matt Sheldon: Why do I have to do it? The only reason you can't do it is because you have too much of that Coke Zero in you!

Flynn: My heart is beating like crazy. If I so much as breathe awkwardly, it'll explode. I can't do it. It's up to you. Hope you didn't drink too much.

Matt Sheldon: I already have a splitting headache! What if like, my head explodes as I'm trying to tell Harambe that his damn grandma died???? WHAT WILL WE DO THEN???

Matt clutches his head as he feels the effects of the hangover.

Flynn: We are in a very precarious situation. Somehow we have to....

Flynn looks behind Matt to find Harambe sitting there, listening to the entire conversation. Flynn's face is one of horror as Matt turns around and realizes what's been going on. Harambe grabs a banana from behind him and hurls it at Flynn, slamming it into his face and knocking him down. The gorilla knuckle-walks away as Matt is left scratching his head.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Those two....
	Kek!

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