The card table is empty except for Jack and Leon. Jack is organizing his winnings in alphabetical order while Leon speaks.

Leon: So what did you spend the money I paid you on? More drugs I take it?

Gentlman Jack: What do you take me for? A junkie?!? I'm offended!

Leon: So...what was it?

Gentlman Jack: Drugs. A lot of drugs, and a bungalo in Boca Raton.

Leon: I'm still surprised it was that easy.

Gentlman Jack: I don't want to talk about it.

Leon: You treated him like a god, a real life GOD!

Gentlman Jack: Yeah, and when god doesn't answer back, you question if he really exists...even more so, you question if he really SHOULD exist. After 2 weeks the answer was no.

Leon: Two weeks!?!

Gentlman Jack: When you're on drugs Leon, two weeks seems like at least 4 months, 8 days and 3 hours!!

"WRAP IT UP!" a guard yells from off camera.

Leon: So...we need to start planning a way out of this craphole.

Gentlman Jack: Start planning? What do you think I do when I'm not doing drugs?

Leon: Doing more drugs.

Gentlman Jack: Yes, but I'm also planning. Trust me, we'll be out of here. We just need to get through the next couple weeks to wait for the opening.

Leon: And I'm included in this plan, correct?

Gentlman Jack: Well, yeah! You're the one with the money that we're all going to need.

Leon squints a bit and looks at Jack...

Leon: "We all"??

Gentlman Jack: I made a friend, and he's a friend you're going to want to have on your side.

Leon: It's not the old man is it?

Gentlman Jack: No, but tell him I'll be by later to collect that ass.

Leon: I'd prefer you let this one slide...he's right next to my cell.

Gentlman Jack: I'll think about...nope, tell him be ready at 8pm. I'll have a guard run me over there, and drop me off from under the book tray.

Leon: Did you happen to win earplugs and one of those Men In Black memory erasers?

Gentlman Jack: Probably.

"Let's go, back to your cells!" the guards yell.

Leon: We'll elaborate bit more tomorrow. Cheers Jack.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	CRIMINALS!!!
	Oh stop it!

Scene opens up at the OCW performance center located 15 minutes from MSG. Here Alexa can be seen working out in the background, while the camera is focused on Kassidy and Dennis, she sees Kassidy finished in ring and walking away from Dennis to the locker room and heads back to catch up with him.

Kassidy takes his Mass Effect pathfinder backpack out of his locker when Alexa walks back, she takes a seat on a bench behind him and is about to start changing with the removal of her shoes,

Alexa: Hey Kass,

Kassidy in a snarky tone: What!?

Kass turns around to see her about to take off her shoes,

Kassidy: No, No, No, No, not with me in the god damn room,

Kassidy kicks the sole of her shoe up back onto her heel,

Kassidy: Your feet reek and its the last thing I need to smell so wait till I leave with Dennis.

Alexa: You know, you’re an Asshole?

Kassidy: Did you know, I don’t give a dookieshoe? And you’re here anyways.

Alexa: what exactly is up your ass? Its clearly not Dennis because then you might be nicer.

Kassidy: NOTHING is up my ass but some of my problems are stemming from you. Stop complaining to me about your loss, I don’t wanna hear it and don’t need to be distracted by you, as Dennis pointed out. You weren’t here last year helping me but typical that you want me here for you.

Alexa stands up and pushes Kass into his locker,

Alexa: You know, instead of communicating in DICKHEAD, you could have told me how well I did and say I will close the job next time. That’s all I want to hear but no, it is always about YOU.

Kassidy: Well you’re wrong there, it is all about Dennis and I.

Alexa: I hope H2O superkicks some sense into your skull.

Alexa walks out

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a strange couple!
	The strangest!

Anthony Baker vs K.Dangelo*

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Woah!
	Oh my word!

Rhyme Tyme are in the lab (recording studio) writing a diss song against TKF the OCW Tag Team Champions. Buddy Burns and Y.S.L. sit at a small table next to the main switch board.

Y.S.L.: You can’t mess wit us, cus we get figgas, me and my n….

Before he can say the unthinkable Buddy stops him.

Buddy: You can’t say that b…

Y.S.L.: Say what….Ni..

Buddy: Don’t say it !!!

Y.S.L.: What….NINJAS?

Utterly relieved Buddy releases a deep breath.

Y.S.L.: What is wrong withchu yo.

Buddy rubs head and drops his pencil.

Buddy: I can’t concentrate b, all I wanna do is kick TKF’s teefs down they stupid faces.

Y.S.L.: Dey gonna get deez, bet dat.

Buddy: Word, but I feel like a diss track just ain’t enough...we gotta take it too da next level.

Y.S.L.: What’s da next level?

Buddy: I have no clue b, but we gotta take it dere!

Y.S.L: True, true.

The camera fades with them fine tuning their upcoming diss record to perfection.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Mom's spahgetti!
	Just stop...

The scene opens to the Afro Warrior Tre Golden sleeping soundly in his motel room after a night tossing and turning getting readjusted to life on the road. His snoring drown out the shadowy figure creeping up to his bed, without warning the figure pounces on Golden locking him into a shoulder lock! Startled, Golden falls of the bed and onto his head still in the submission hold.

?????: Name this hold!

Tre Golden: What the hell get off me!

The figure cranks the hold, golden lets out a tiny whelp of pain.

?????: Name the Move!

Tre Golden: Listen whoever you are when I get out of this I’ll-

The figure cranks the hold even harder, Golden’s face twists into one of agony the pain almost becoming too much to bare.

?????: Name the move or ill break your arm!

Tre Golden: Okay okay! It’s the Hammerlock!

?????: Or?

Tre Golden: Gyaku ude-garami for Judoka, Double wrist lock for the catch wrestlers, Kimura for the BJJ guys! Now can you let go of my arm!

?????: What was it used for?

Tre Golden: Kimura famously broke Helio Gracie’s am with this move in their famous fight in the 1950’s!

?????: Good.

As the intruder goes to release the hold, Golden recovers his bearings and is able to lift both himself and the intruder off of the ground, the intruder hops right to his feet and sweeps goldens legs from beneath him.

Golden quickly shoulder rolls backwards and gets to his feet ready to fight when he finally spots the intruders face.

Tre Golden: Pop? The hell man! You scare me half to death, someone’s always getting sneak attacked in this company.

Indeed standing there was Tre Golden’s adopted Brazilian father, the fifth degree black belt, Raphael Dos Santos.

Raphael Dos Santos: if that is true, why weren’t you ready? Here put this on.

Raphael throws what appears to be heavy white clothing at golden, smacking him square in the face.

Tre Golden: A Gi pop?

Raphael Dos Santos: It is time to train; we have a lot of work to do if you’re going to become a champion.

Tre Golden: I’m already a champion pop, NCCA, MMA, the Hardcore champion in OCW, the best Hardcore champion of the new era.

Raphael Dos Santos: We are aiming Bigger

Tre Golden: The North American Champion?

Raphael Dos Santos: Much bigger

Tre Golden: Televison Champion?

Raphael Dos Santos: Even bigger

Tre Golden: The World Heavyweight Champion?

Raphael shakes his head no, leaving Golden truly confused.

Tre Golden: Nothings bigger than the world champ pop, maybe the tournaments but I mean-

Raphael Dos Santos: The Peoples champion is what is bigger my son, and the peoples champion is what you will become, now hurry up and get changed we have a lot of training to be done.

Tre Golden: It’s two in the morning!

Raphael Dos Santos: Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

The scene fades to black as the two exit Golden’s Motel room.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Fun fact Tre has been over seas training with a plethora of MMA's finest for his return to OCW!
	Looks like its Tre is MMA and maybe NA!!!

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