The scene starts rolling in the hallways of Madison Square Garden, where we see Anthony Baker running around going towards the D.A.M Skybox. We see him almost slide and hurt himself as he makes it to the Skybox and bursts open the door.

Baker: MOM! DAD! I DID IT! I WON! I WONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! BE PROUD OF ME!

The Overlord of OCW Mugen and Molly have a face of shock and disgust at their “son”. Mugen looks towards Dimsmore who is stoic as ever.

Mugen: I think……...I need to take care of some business tonight……..enough is enough…..Lacy, could you do me a HUGE favor and find Kassidy? He shouldn’t be too far.

Lacy nods as Mugen bows his head in appreciation. Mugen gets up out of his seat and walks towards Baker and put his hand on his shoulder.

Mugen: Good job……

Baker: THANKS DA…..

Mugen: Let me finish. Good job……….ON MESSING ME UP AT THE CLASH YOU DUMMY!

Baker backs off slightly, shocked at the anger from his “dad”. Baker looks over to Molly for some support but she shakes her head in disapproval.

Mugen: YOU KNOW HOW IMPORTANT IT IS FOR ME TO HAVE COMPLETE FOCUS PRIOR TO A TITLE MATCH BUT YET…….YOU COME IN TO THE DARIAN ARNERD MEMORIAL SKYBOX AND VIOLATE MY ONE RULE HERE.

Mugen shoves Baker violently where he goes a few steps back.

Mugen: YOU SINGLE HANDEDLY RUINED EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING CHILD.

Mugen snaps his fingers and two large security guards come from out of nowhere.

Mugen: Bring him down to the limo gentlemen.

Baker: OH! Are we going for a ride?

Mugen: You could say that….

While the security remove Baker through a side door, Kassidy Hayes, sans facepaint, walks into the room accompanied by Lacy.

Kassidy: Now listen, I appreciate what you have done for me but I think it's time we end this business relationship.

Mugen: Kassidy! Old sport. I'm going to need your assistance tonight.

Kassidy: What? Are you even listening to me?

Mugen without missing a beat goes on his own conversation.

Mugen: I'm going to need you to replace me in my match tonight as I need to handle some business of my own. Quite frankly, I don't feel like you need me to handle Dennis and Nate.

Kassidy: Are you insane? I'm not fighting my friend Dennis.

Mugen looks at Dimsmore who cracks a slight smile as he walks over.

Kassidy: Hey, hey you don't need to involve him….

Dimsmore grabs Kassidy by the arms and restrains him. Mugen hands some black and white face paint over to Lacy who is jumping with joy.

Lacy dips her hand in the paint and winds her hand back.

Kassidy: Wait….wait!!!

Lacy slaps Kassidy across the face as the paint is applied perfectly.

Lacy: Perfect!

Kassidy: Okay, Overlord, tonight Dimsmore and I will take care of your Rev Inc problems.

Mugen: Splendid!

Dimsmore now looks behind him and sees red paint. He dips his hands in it and slaps himself a few times.

Mugen: Hmmmm…...splendid! Looks like you two are ready.

The scene fades out as Mugen is laughing maniacally into the camera going “daaaaahahahhahahahhaha”.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	These folks get wierder and wierder!
	The power of MAC Makeup Products Compels you!

Crossbones vs Gentleman Jack

The camera pans to the announce team.

	God dam!
	Right in the Doodoo Pampers

Prince is seen in the backstage area walking around in just his wrestling attire. It is clear there is wrapping around his ribs and around his arm after his rough encounter with Smythe at The Clash.

Prince makes his way to the ring and grabs a microphone before rolling into the ring.

Prince looks around at the crowd that is booing him and stands there blankly but raises the microphone to his mouth.

Prince: At The Clash I WAS ROBBED! Smythe wants to be a coward and make it to where I'm not fully capable of wrestling tonight?

Prince: Instead management puts me in a match with some wannabe baking lunatic?

Prince: For gods sake OCW where do you sign this nut jobs? Anthony Baker was THEE WORST WORKER EVER!

Prince: He has no concern for employee health! I DEMAND HE BE FIRED! It was a fluke win I wasn't properly cleared and my lawyers will be on this for lack of safety concerns.

Prince: Smythe, you may have snuck up on me at The Clash but I promise you, you will rue the day you ever made that decision.

Prince: You should've just stayed home cause instead of taking the ass whooping that you knew you would get instead you attack me from behind and want to jeopardize my career?

Prince: See Smythe I didn't want to make this personal I didn't want to make things escalate I was going to be a man of honor and fight you then let it be done but now? Now I'm coming for your everything.

Prince drops the microphone and storms out of the arena.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a crybaby!
	Are you insane?

There's a chill in the arena air as we return from commercial to find your OCW World Lightheavyweight Champion standing, apparently prepared to wrestle, but without an entrance.

He's arrived through the crowd on the break, and has already begun addressing the crowd. The title belt glistens around the veteran's waist as he continues where he apparently stopped for breath

Pugh: ...and as far as H2Awful goes. I told Mr Greenhorn he can have a title match... and as a man of my word brother... lets make this a title match. Referee?

A referee steps forward towards Pugh, who then unbuckles the title belt and hands it to the official.

He slaps his face a couple of times before releasing the clasp on his fanny pack, a moment which seems to pop the fans in attendance.

He raises the fanny pack above his head as if its a title belt in its own right. He then slides it over to the corner and puts the microphone back to his mouth

Pugh: Bring him out here...

Paul Pugh vs H20

The camera pans to the announce team.

	OH CMON!!!!
	Hahahahahahaha

The scene opens inside a gym
A man could heard shouting

??- Come AC you can do it! Lift the damn bar up.

The camera zooms in on AC Cobra struggling to life weights

AC- I........can't.......

As AC is struggling to lift the weight it falls on his chest.

AC- A little help here...

The man removes the weight and sits it back on the rack

AC- Some workout right Joe?

Joe- Workout? You couldn't even lift 125 pounds one time.

Joe- Listen, you have Overness, Betterness, you're Lazyness.

Joe- You came in the same time Drago did, you let Kassidy run laps around your career. You've been training with me for 3 years & it's the same ole same ole.

AC-But...

Joe cuts him off

Joe- But nothing! Stop being lazy and let's go!!!

Joe gives the weight back to AC

He struggles at 1st, then he finally lifts it in the air.

Joe smiles and pats AC on the chest.

The scene fades

The camera pans to the announce team.

	PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT!!!!
	Walk along the RAZORS EDGE!!!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp

The former 2x OCW Bombshell Champion grabs a mic from the nearby stage hand. She soaks in the adoration of the crowd while pacing back and forth. She rests her sunglasses on her forehead and centers herself mid ring.

Eerie: Damn it feels good to be back in this b*tch!

The crowd eats it up.

Eerie: Things have gotten’ pretty damn interesting ‘round her lately, new management, new factions, all kinda chaos, women wrestling being taken seriously. That’s my kinda scene.

She pauses to pull a pack of Marlboro cigarettes out her jacket pocket. She sparks it up despite OCW officials at ringside telling her it’s prohibited. She inhales then exhales slowly.

Eerie: Can I say this is a night free of Cox?!

The crowd bursts into laughter, Eerie in all her scumbag sarcasm retorts.

Eerie: Madison I’m sorry….

Jeers follow the smirk on her pierced and tattooed face.

Eerie: I’m sorry that me spitting in your face wasn’t the worst thing that happened to you at The Clash. Although I did blow two URBAN guys before I spat on you, just thought you’d like to know...

She winks at the hard camera, the crowd plays along.

Eerie: Now that everyone knows the truth is known about you, that you’re really some back alley crackhead who probably turned tricks to pay for a bad tit job and a makeover makes all the sense in the damn world now.

Eerie: Yet I honestly I can careless about your shady past. Bottomline you shouldn’t have crossed me last week. If I wasn’t being held back by Sophia or those b*tchmade officials I would have broken you in f***in’ half.

She gets another solid pop.

Eerie: So now I’ll just by my time till I can do just that. In the meantime I’m putting the whole women’s division on notice. I ain’t forget about you either Stigglitz, you will get yours soon enough.

Eerie: Free F***in’ Anna !!!

She drops the mic and salutes the crowd as we fade.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	YEAAAA HELL HATH NO FURY!!!!!!
	GREAAAAAAAAAATTTTT.....now the Womens Division Needs Motorcycle Insurance......and a Stipend on Marlboros' ugh!

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