*The gym rat removes her companions leather vest, he immediately flexes, and maintains the pose, headphones still firmly on his head, the noise of the crowd blocked out, she removes a small bottle of baby oil from her pocket and squeezes it all over him, he is still unmoved, maintaining full flex, like a greek statue, glistening in the arena lights.

She removes a note from her back pocket, gathers a mic from the announcer and begins to read to the crowd......

Rat 1: Ladies and gentlemen, my companion here tonight would like me to inform you of a few things...

*She coughs and clears her throat*

Rat 1: Firstly, you will notice he is wearing the new 'Hater-away3000 2.5' headphones, these server 2 puposes..

Rat 1: Purpose 1 - 'You will notice there was no entrance music,they allow ME to listen to my entrance music, the music is for MY ears, not you chubby, junk food eating bastards in attendance tonight.

*The crowd begin to boo loudly*

Rat 1: Purpose 2 - 'I can't hear a word from your fat, gravy stained lips, but I guarantee you are booing, and these block out the noise from your pie holes.'

*They begin to boo even louder, and some start to throw trash and drinks cups towards the ring, all this does is prompt Parker to change pose, and pop his glistening lats, standing there like a stingray on two legs.

Rat 1: 'In my absence, you have had to endure fat kids wrestling, so called 'professional athletes' wobbling around the ring for your amusement, you've had to endure champions like Dennis Black, carrying the belt around his chubby little waist, resting on his child bearing thighs, and Pork scratch-Ding waddle though matches, well, I am here to show you what a real athlete looks like...

Rat 1: 'As professional wrestlers, we live our lives like a movie, there are heroes, there are villains, there are sidekicks and there are henchmen, well, I am OCW's HENCH-man'.

*She screws the paper up and throws it to the ground as Parker changes his pose, to the boos of the arena crowd*

Rat 1: 'Stick and stones may break my bones, but do you even f'kin' lift??'

*She drops the mic as the show fades to commercial*

The camera pans to the announce team.

	HOLY ****
	HE IS JACKED AND TAN!

Flynn vs Bill Ding

The camera pans to the announce team.

	OUTTA NO WHERE!
	Good Heavens!

We fade into Drago's dojo, where we can see Johnny and Dragana sitting next to each other on the couch. Johnny is helping her to raise her arm, but after a certain point, she winces and lowers her arm.

Johnny: Seems there still needs to be time before we get a full recovery. You sure you wanna do this?

Dragana nods as Johnny adjusts his mask.

Johnny: Hey Drago!

Drago (from a distance): Wat?

Johnny: Your sister and I are gonna be out for a few days on a....voyage.

We hear the sound of a chair rolling and we see Drago and Bubba rolling in on the scene with two different chairs. Both of them put their hand/paw on their chin.

Drago: Voyage? You mean like date?

Johnny: .....A voyage. Like an adventure.

Drago: Adventure for what?

Johnny: A quest to find the Bermuda Triangle.

Drago: Hmm.......

Johnny: Not to worry, I've got all the maps and stuff we need. Shouldn't take too long. After all, what could possibly go wrong?

Drago: I'm hear story about this. People go there and never come back. It seem kind of strange.

Johnny gets up from his seat and walks toward Drago.

Johnny: We can handle this.

Johnny motions toward Drago. The hunter gets up from his seat and follows Johnny as they walk toward a secluded corner.

Drago: Something wrong?

Johnny: She's been worried about you.

Drago: Why?

Johnny points at his head.

Johnny: It's the concussion thing.

Drago scoffs and looks as if he's about to walk out when Johnny puts a hand on his shoulder.

Johnny: You might need to think about retirement.

Drago: Retire? But I can still g-

Johnny: I know you can. And that's what worries us. You're a stubborn SOB, and I knew that this isn't going to be easy for you, but after all the wars you've been in, I'm surprised you still remember what happened at the last Lution.

Drago lowers his head.

Drago: .....When?

Johnny: As soon as possible. Why not now?

Drago: No. Not until......

Drago thinks about it for a minute.

Drago: Summercide.

Johnny: What?

Drago: Last year I'm lose everything around Summercide, no more World championship, no more Summer of Bubba. I'm have to prove myself.

Johnny: Again? How many times do you have to do this macho bulls-

Drago comes face to face with Johnny.

Drago: Whoever attack us is trying to take more than just our championship. They try to take our honor. I'm need to defend that along with Summer of Bubba, come hell or high water.

Johnny: So what does that mean? You're not retiring or what? I mean for f***'s sake, if you're not gonna retire for me....

Johnny looks over to Dragana and then back to Drago.

Johnny: Then do it for her. End this before she sees you in a wheelchair. Or worse. Do what you need to do at Summercide. But please, that's it.

Drago nods.

Drago: It end at Summercide.

Johnny holds out his fist and Drago fist bumps him as we fade to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Heart of a Lion!
	But is it too much?

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