The Camera Pans into the arena’s gym. It pans past several exercise machines and weight sets until it stops at an odd setup in the corner of the gym.

It’s sectioned off by Velvet Rope with a sign that says ‘T T T ONLY’. We see a couch, television and gaming setup, the fearless founder of TTT Ryu Matsumoto is sitting at the couch with a controllers, in his ring gear.

Camera Guy: What are you doing? Don’t you have a major match with the World Champion tonight?

RYU: Psssshhhhh

Camera Guy: WHAT DO YOU MEAN PSSSSHHH?!

RYU: I’m practicing right now, look, one on one EZPZ

Ryu points to the screen, he’s playing TEKKEN 7™ . On the screen we see a Kazuya, dressed like Ryu Matsumoto perfecting and Dragunov dressed as Drago.

RYU: See? E Z P Z!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That is without a shadow of a doubt absolutly not how it works!
	You not down with the TTT you need to step off! Stay in yo lane Charles!

H20 vs K.DAngelo

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Holy!
	Sheeet!

We cut backstage to the grizzly confines of the OCW Locker Room. All manner of filth is in there, covering their disgusting bodies with garish coloured spandex and flippy flippy kickpads. In the corner, OCW Lightheavyweight Champion Paul Pugh is hunched, counting what seems to be a stack of American Dollar Bills Y’all. As he greedily flicks through the papers, the feng shui of the situation is compromised as a long haired phoenix hurtles across the room and slaps the taste out of Pugh’s mouth.

He squeals as his money and spittle flies all over the place. The camera pans around to catch a glimpse of Young Betterness himself, Tiberius O-Dupe, standing over the fallen Ego.

BETTERNESS: Not only are you conspiring against my Betterness, you're stealing from me. You cretin that’s my pretty cash!

Pugh scrabbles around, like a glorious man, gloriously trying to collect the Benjamins

Pugh: Hey brother you got it all wrong - I wasn’t stealing from you… I was gonna give you your share!

Dupree slaps him again, unleashing another big squeal

BETTERNESS: LIAR!!! You're more disgusting than the anal cavity of Nate Ortiz the day after Wrestlution 10 & 11!.

Pugh: How DARE you? I am a man of exquisite character… my word is my bond you fuggin’ mark. I should keep your share of the merch!

A third slap crosses Pugh’s face as the classic half smile cuts across Dupree’s

Pugh: STOP DOING THAT!

BETTERNESS: NO! PHITE ME!

Pugh slaps Dupree into a headlock and immediately takes him to the ground. Dupree responds with a head scissor, rolling Pugh onto his back. The two trade holds for a moment before both popping up to their feet as the locker room looks on. Both men stare at each other intently before Pugh breaks the silence.

Pugh: ...Savage Lands.

BETTERNESS nods, his pretty cash now soiled, Dupree gives him a farewell better bird as he walks away and leaving Pugh standing amongst the dollars strewn across the floor. One of the lesser wrestlers (not important enough for a name) reaches for one of the hundreds and finds his fingers stomped on by Kid Ego.

Pugh: No… Mine.

The scene fades into whatever the next shite is...

The camera pans to the announce team.

	It's a lock for Savage Lands!
	I don't belive it!

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