Recorded Late yesterday, possibly early this morning.

So after a successful bar fight, which means they didn’t get arrested and only lost small amounts of blood. Betty Ford, with no cash for Uber or Lift the degenerate duo of Eerie Sunshine and Anna Mosity walk, I mean stumble home. Call them maidens of the multitask as the smoke and cut a promo while navigating the streets of NYC.

Eerie: Why you always attractin’ ugly bitches?!

She snatches the freshly lit Marlboro from her mouth.

Anna: What skank, I don’t munch carpets like you!

She snatches it back.

Eerie: Holly ‘I want my hymen broken” Hunter.

Anna: Oh dat bitch, yeah my bad, I just wanted to offer Heather a extra knuckle-sandwich. Can’t tell me she ain’t deserve it.

Eerie: That plus some, but this ain’t really got nuffin’ to do with you or Holly, this is b’tween me and Heather.

Anna: True (burp), but I always got ya back, always, n’ tomorrow we gonna show em’ both the back...the back of they eyelids.

Eerie: Gimme that.

She takes back the now half smoked Marlboro from the stuttering inebriator. Big words for Big girls!

Eerie: Damn right, Imma personally take Holly’s nose outta my business and shove it right back in Heather’s snatch.

A man sharing the sidewalk with decides to cross the street instead of walking passed them, what a p*ssy. Speaking of such.

Anna: Watch out that ladyboy from Turmoil might c*ck block you.

Eerie: Did you just say cuck block?!

Anna: Maybe, we can say I did

Eerie: Sure if you give me another cig.

Anna: Bitch, did you swallow the other one. I know you good at that....

Eerie tries to raid Anna's pockets, Anna shoves her off.

Eerie: Want me to show you what I’mma do to Heather?!

Anna doesn’t even answer she just barrels into Eerie. They immediately start play fighting and slap boxing in the middle of Manhattan as we fade.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I love those two gals!
	You have awful taste in women!

Sentai Hare vs Pyra

The camera pans to the announce team.

	OUTTA NO WHERE!
	I saw what you did there!

Yet another interview with Cort Marshall, and yet another PR disaster in the making...

Cort: You know, I've been taking some sensitivity classes lately.

Jim looks shocked.

Black: Really?

Cort: Well, I was. Then I called the class leader a flaming sissy and punched him in the nose. But I want to prove to the people of OCW that I have learned from my experiences.

Black: What do you mean by that?

Cort: I mean, good sir, that I promise to make not one racially insensitive comment during this entire interview.

Jim raises an eyebrow. Cort's falsely polite language isn't very convincing.

Black: Not to doubt you, sir, but I don't think that's possible.

Cort: Jimmy Boy, you just have to believe in me. And if you don't, you're getting what the psychologist got.

Cort balls up a fist and feints a jab towards black, who flinches and steps back a bit.

Cort: Now that we have that out of the way. Segador, you... you Mexican Citizen! I am going to open you like a can of refried... dammit. No.

Black: Need a little help?

Cort: Shut up! I can do this.

He takes a deep breath.

Cort: El Segador, you are nothing but a dirty, stinky, inferior... midget.

Black: What?

Cort: That's right! I said racially insensitive! I can still make fun of him for being small! You are a tiny, tiny little man! I bet they won't let you on the fun rollercoasters! The clerk at the 7/11 asks for your ID when you're buying Capri-Suns!

Cort: You're so short you don't stub your toe, you stub your face! You were very confused at what The Brick labels a minifridge, since they look normal size to you!

Cort: You drive to work in a Radio Flyer! When you take a piss you have to arc it up and over the rim! You sleep in a dog bed! When you first saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, you were horrified at the workplace conditions of your people!

Cort turns to Black and grins widely.

Cort: See, Black? I told you I could do it. That little fun-sized wetback has no chance against a regular human being like me.

Black just stares at him for a moment as Cort realizes his mistake.

Cort: GOD DAMMIT! I was so close!

Black: You know what they say; can't teach an old dog new tricks.

Cort grinds his teeth, grumbling.

Cort: Funny you should say that. I have a good trick for you.

He shoves the microphone into Black's chest, sending him stumbling back.

Cort: I hear you can shove the whole thing up there if you really try. Why don't you go ahead and do that while I show the fans why we don't usually let midgets in the ring unsupervised?

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a jerkweed!
	How in thee Red White and Blue hell can you speak like that of Cort? HE IS A GOD DAM PATRIOT, you jaundice hued son of a bitch!

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