* Kat is seen walking out of the building with a smile on her face. With bag on shoulder she is stopped by Stacey Clark .*

Stacey Clark : Well things don't always turn out how we like do they?

* Kat looks at her and laughs *

Kat : Are you blind or crazy? I was throwing little girls left and right. I don't have to bring up what I did in the past just look what I did tonight.

Stacey Clark : What are your plans ?

Kat : I'm going to show these young chickens who rules the hen house.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Kat as focused as ever!
	She better be!

Backstage is Jonny D back from AHHHHHHH STRAHLIA. Ready for action he is dressed in a terrible neon suit.

Jonny D: We’ve got a 10-69 backstage. Going in.

He kicks down a random door in the hallway and various janitor supplies fall down.

Jonny D: Wrong door, but I know where it is now. This way Delta. Over. Psst.

Walking down the hallway he finds a door labelled Liger Mask’s Dr. Ugs Office. Rumor has it that it’s great for your pharmacy needs.

Jonny D: I don’t play by the rules!

He stands back five feet and goes to charge through the door, but as soon as he reaches it is turned wide open by La Lengua. 

La Lengua: What are you doing? This is a legitimate pharmacy.

Jonny D points at her face with authority!

Jonny D: Lies, book ‘em boys!

Liger Mask walks out from behind a curtain shirtless with a bloody nose.

Liger Mask: Operación legítima, legítima!

Many police officers enter the room and look around. They go through a locker and white powder explodes everywhere. Covering up everyone and the camera completely fading the screen to white. Much fists can be heard and the sound of cuffs.

Liger Mask: No.

La Lengua: I swear I had nothing to do with this. Slander I say. SLANDER!!!

A man wipes off the white powder covering the camera revealing that they have arrested the culprit.

Officer: You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future.

He turns the hand-cuffed man to the camera revealing Jonny D.

Jonny D: What are you guys doing!?

Officer: You have slandered this man’s good name for the last time! Do you not see how much community service he does, he is our friendly neighborhood non-drug dealing Liger Mask.

Jonny D: No I swear these are real drugs! I’m Jonny D!

Officer: Being named Jonny D doesn’t excuse you from the law.

The officers escort Jonny D off camera.

Jonny D: I MUST FIGHT LIGER MASK AT SAVAGE LANDS!

Liger Mask stands there takes a hand full of baking soda and smears it across the screen.

Liger Mask: JAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAAJA!

La Lengua: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!

Commercial break advertising Arm & Hammer Baking Soda.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	This Baking Soda is the best!
	You can order more at hausofhoot.com!

The scene opens with our North American Hardcore Daddeh, Bill Ding, in the ring with both titles draped over each meaty shoulder. He greets the crowd as he raises the mic, and then lowers it to speak. 

Ding: MY OH MY! I am ‘specially essited to be here tonight. Can you feeeeel the buzz, daddehs and babeh dolls???

Ding: In just a few days, we will embark on an adventure into, the SAVAGELANDS. And what a journey, what a journey… it's been for DIS daddeh. 

Ding: I started at NUFFIN! Eatin’ away at my chicken salad sammiches, breakin’ hoverboards with mah bountiful heinie… 

Ding: They told me I was fat. FAT!! TOO FAT TO BE A SOMEBODEHH! 

Ding: ‘YOU JUST A FAT NUFFIN’”, they'd say. 

Ding: Well lemme tell y'all this… I bring new meaning to the word FAT. 

Ding: F. A. T. - Fast. Agile. Tenacious.

Ding: So YEA! You damn right I'm fat, babeh!! 

Ding swivels his hips as he celebrates his gluttonous belly. 

Ding: So what if this heinie, dis belly juss a little biig? It's full of motivation. HUSTLE! 

Ding: And oooooh the HUSTLE courses through mah veins, daddeh! Metabolizin’ this mighty girth into pure motivation, transformin’ into the MIGHTY wreckin’ ball to take down that wily purple painted devil, TOBANEEEE FROST!! 

Ding: And there we were, at his very own devil’s playground- DEVILS NIGHT. Where the first chapter was written. 

Ding: Yet Frosty wasn't finished. OH NO! He had more FIIITE in ‘em. Come Lution, The Ding and the Frost would battle it out agaiiiin for chapter 2. 

Ding: Chapter 2- DOS. Double. Two prizes….

Ding looks to his left shoulder and then to his right at each belt.

Ding: The NORTH AMERICANNNN and the HAAARDCORE titles.

Ding: And here we are, a few nights upon Savage Lands… the third and likely final chapter. I-

Ding is abruptly cut off as Tobin Frost’s music plays loudly in the arena, the camera panning to the ramp as Tobin sternly marches his way down to the ring. He snatches a mic from ringside and enters the ring to confront Ding. 

Frost: Time to cut the story time short there, fatty. 

Frost: I'm sick and tired of you coming out here, doing your little ‘glorious white picket fence’ American dream shpiel. Do you really think anyone buys it??

Frost leans in close and glares at Ding up and down in disgust.

Frost: You think you better than me? Mr Goody-Two-Shoes on the come up? You’re just the fat kid that nobody wanted. The one that usually got picked last but here, Management said “hey, he's kinda funny. His jiggly rolls make the audience laugh when he dances so give him a whirl!!”

Ding nods at Tobin in amusement, carefully considering what he's saying. 

Ding: Is that how you really feel, daddeh? Sticks and stones daddeh, STICKS AND STONES. And you've met quite a lot of MAH personal, custom maaaade sticks an’ stones over the past few months. SLEDGEHAMMAHS GALORE!! 

Ding: But perhaps you too concussed to remembah all that, huh FROSTY?

Ding stomps a foot on the ground and looks around to the audience with a devilsh grin on his face, his body visibly winding up internally to propel his words out with gusto. 

Ding: DADDEH I AM THE CROSSING GUARD STOPPIN’ YOU AS YOU TREK ACROSS DA SACRED SAVAGELAAANDS!!

Ding: WAITIN’ AT THE PEARLY GATES OF DIS CITAYY!! 

Ding: THE MOST HARDCORE, NORTH AMERICAN CITY OF THE DIIIIIIING, DADDEH!!

Tobin: We’ll see about that, Ding. Let's see how much man you really are under all that… DISGUSTING lard you call a body. 

Tobin steps up a bit closer and points his finger into Ding’s chest with each word. 

Tobin: The Last. Man. Standing. Enjoy the view from the ground when I walk off with my title.

Frost flexes and Ding tips the brim of his hardhat down as the two men square up in the ring, just as the scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Holy crap!
	LAST MAN STANDING? this is going to be an all out war!

Pyra vs Sophia

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Good heavens!
	She got all of it!

What do I gain?

Jackson sits in the locker room, alone and in the dark.

Jackson: On my journey to Savage Lands, what do I gain in beating Wrex? Nothing.

Jackson: A mark in the win column means nothing at this point. Win, lose or draw, I WILL face Dennis Black for the Turmoil Heavyweight Championship at Savage Lands.

Jackson: The turn of events since Wrestlution haven’t been in a good way and I will do my part as a member of Revolution Inc. to right the wrongs caused by this unholy alliance of Gentleman Jack and Dennis Black.

Jackson: I will take my place at the top of the mountain and rain down the gloriousness that is the red, white and blue right down on the head of…

Just then, the light flicks on and there stands Jim Black. Jackson is standing on a bench with one foot on a Yeti cooler and a fist in the air.

Jim: Jackson? What th...what are you doing in here?

Jackson remains completely still and does not answer Jim.

Jim: Jackson?! You know I can see you right? Hello?!?!

Jackson still doesn’t move a muscle. It’s almost as he actually is a statue. Jim stares blankly for a second and then a smile comes across his face.

Jim: Oh, say! does that star-spangled banner yet wave. O'er the land of the free…

Jackson jumps down from the bench:AND THE HOME...OF THE...BRAAAAAAAAAVE!

Jackson:.....Dammit Jim! You got me you sneaky bastard!

Jim straightens his jacket as if he was 100% confident that would work: I have a few tricks up my sleeve now and then! That’s not why I’m here.

Jackson: I’m here because you face off against Wrex, who thinks he was screwed out of the FI briefcase. Thoughts on that?

Jackson sits down on the bench he was standing on before in triumphant fashion, reaches in the Yeti cooler and pulls out a BUSCHHHHHHHHHHH beer and pops the top.

Jackson:James, can I call you James? I have no idea what the FI briefcase is. All I know is that I have a match against Dennis Black at Savage Lands for the title that is rightfully mine.

Jackson: Wrex happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and trust me, I know a thing or two about that. Remember King of OCW last year? Yikes.

Jackson takes a swig of his beer: Look, it seems to me that Wrex has his hands full with Austin Lee, which I have had the displeasure of dealing with, but if I can’t stomp that fake ass blonde hair of his into the ground, so can Wrex.

Jackson: Besides, like I said, I’ve got to face Dennis at Savage Lands. To be fair, I shouldn’t even be here tonight. I should be preparing for my match with Denny.

Jackson: BUT! The higher ups want to see ol’ JackMo in action before Savage Lands, who am I to deprive them of such class and dignity?

Jackson drinks the remainder of his beer, crumples the can and tosses it on the floor. He reaches into the cooler and takes out another.

Jackson: Rev Inc has my back in taking down the Black King and whether I win or lose, I will DAMN SURE make him feel the wrath of the Redneck Maharaja! Without Madison by his side, he’s nothing.

Jackson: Who trades Madison for Gentleman Jack anyway? Have you seen the rack on Maddy?

Jackson sticks his hands out to demonstrate the size; Jim cringes.

Jim: Speaking of Jack, he’s been on a rampage as of late, firing people left and right.

Jackson: One step at a time Jimmy. Didn’t you hear me earlier? All the rights will be….wait...all the wrongs will be right again. Besides, he threw all he had at me and I still came out on top. Tobin Frost, then the triple threat with Tobin and Ding. Who won those matches? Oh right, the Backwoods Badass did!

Jackson: Jim look, I’m going to be straight with you. I need to get in the right state of mind to tackle the challenges in front of me. I haven’t been on Riot in a while and dammit, I want it to be a good one.

Jackson: So, if you’ll excuse me, Jackson climbs back up on the bench and once again puts his foot on the cooler. I was in the middle of something. Please hit the light on your way out.

Jim begins to back away from Jackson and the scene from a Shakespeare play, making sure to turn off the light and close the door behind him. We hear Jackson screaming something inaudible on the other side before hearing a loud crash and what sounds like ice spraying across the floor.

Jim hunches over and makes a face of concern. He cracks the door and Jackson can be heard saying, I’m good….I’m ok. The scene fades to black with Jim shrugging his shoulders

The camera pans to the announce team.

	This one is going to be a banger!
	I cannot wait!

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