Troy Smith stands in the arena hallway waiting as Samsin slowly approaches him.
Troy: I honestly had my doubts but, you didn't disappoint the guys upstairs and that's what matters right now.
Troy pats Samsin on the shoulder.
SIN: What now?
Troy: Now, you bought yourself some free time. If I were you, I would start hitting the gym and getting back onto a schedule. Make sure you attend your counseling appointment each week and I will be giving you a call the next time I’m told to summon you.
Troy opens his briefcase and hands Samsin a cheap cellphone and a band of money.
Troy: Take these, get yourself a room, clean up and stay in the dark until that phone rings. Attend your appointments, stay away from here or any OCW employees and everything should be fine. There's a car outback waiting in valet for you. Until next time, take care Mr. Simsin. I'll be in touch.
Troy Smith walks off down the corridor as SIN looks down, shaking his head at the phone in his hand, muttering instinctively under his breath.
The camera pans to the announce team.
until the call happens!
He must wait!
Tiberius Octavian Dupree is making his way around the hallways backstage spreading his Betterness with each glorious breath. He turns into a locker room to find Ryu Matsumoto sitting sockless and cross legged on the ground near some kind of Garbage Can Contraption.
Dupree looks on in utter disgust as he sees that Ryu is covered in garbage and grease, making a thinking face at his “””project”””.
Dupree: What in the heck are you doing?
RYU: Oh hey Tibbles, I didn’t notice you there. Have a seat… somewhere.
Dupree: How dare you imply I would sit here and wallow in filth with you. Ugh.
RYU: Your loss man.
Dupree: What are you even doing in here, don’t you have a Matsuda cosplay convention somewhere?
Ryu pauses to consider how he is going to explain his master stroke.
RYU: You see, WHEN I beat you for your BELT. I need to put the latent Betterness stored in your belt to good use.
Dupree: BELT!? DID YOU JUST CALL IT A BELT! This is THEE most precious possession in all the lands, you cretin! Not to mention, that’s not how any of this works!
RYU: Of course it is! I just need to get the Betterness to Trash Affect Inverter working properly.
Dupree: KNEESUS CHRIST I HATE YOU!
The camera pans to the announce team.
THAT IS NOT A THING!
Oh yes it is!
H20 VS BUNNY D
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a match!
Hell yea!
Bad Company's officially licensed spokesman, Cort Marshall, stands in the interview room with “I ain't paid enough for this sh*t” Jim Black.
Cort: Piracy is a serious crime, Jim. And I don't mean virtual piracy. Who pays for porn anymore? Nobody SMART, that's who. But real, actual, yarr matey piracy. Is it just a costume, or does he actually hang around with Nig... erians and rob people? Does anyone around here follow any laws? Just last week on Pay-Per-View we witnessed a live murder! And in the main event, highway robbery!
Jim: I honestly can't tell you.
Cort: I mean, what if he has a sword hidden in his pants! I could die out there tonight. And you'd lose the future biggest draw of OCW. The man the fans come to see! One third of the future tag team champs!
Jim: Doubtful. And, one third? You're adding another member?
Cort: No, you idiot. Ed is basically like two people in one. Do you even know basic math?
Jim just stares at him.
Cort: Anyway, I could make generic pirate puns, but that's beneath me. Just like my current opponent. Sure, he beat the crap out of Bobbie Minime for a solid five minutes, but in the end, he still lost.
Jim: Just like you and Ed against A.B.M.? Maybe you need to try something other than a piledriver.
Cort: Shut your mouth, Jim, before I stuff my sock in it. You know we had that match in the bag. Depth perception is hard when you're 7 feet tall, that's all. Just a temporary setback. A.B.M. aren't in any shape to challenge the champs after all that head trauma anyway. And Crossbones? Tonight I'm going to take part in pirate tradition, and bury you six feet deep in the undercard. That's all.
Cort walks off as Jim turns back to the camera.
Jim: Personally, I'm hoping he walks the plank...
The camera pans to the announce team.
How rude!
That guy is a piece of work!
The camera pans to the ring where Kassidy Hayes; The Leg Kick Connoisseur, Sultan of the Flip Cutter, Son of Trash Time, and Co Turmoil Champion as Dennis' best friend, stands in the ring with a grimace no one could miss. He paces around the ring with microphone in hand,
Kassidy: Two nights ago, Dennis and I just about killed Mugen and yet he wormed out of that match with OUR title and for that, I apologize to you, Dennis.
The crowd showers Kassidy in booos,
Kassidy: Dennis, you deserve to be champion at this moment; we deserve to be thee Undisputed OCW Champion, as the only men who step foot on both shows on the most regular basis like true champions. That is what we are, true champions, which is why we are here tonight and yet Mugen is not.
A Overlord chant washes over Kassidy trying to continue to speak and he looks at them, screams at them with the same amount of hate as when he sees a body of water or H20.
Kassidy: That is Enough! Mugen, next week if you are man enough, you will walk out to this ring and announce that you will defend that championship against me at Devil's Night and I will reclaim what is rightfully ours, for Dennis.
Kassidy: This company will truly be ruled by TTT once Ryu takes the Light Heavyweight belt from that disgusting individual Tiberius Dupree, I win the OCW championship from the now two time fraudulent champion Mugen, and Dennis continues his Dominance as the Eternal Turmoil Champion.
Kassidy drops the microphone and heads to the back.
The camera pans to the announce team.
First TRASHSUMOTO now his son, THIS IS NOT HOW ANY OF THIS WORKS!
Troy Smith stands in the arena hallway waiting as Samsin slowly approaches him. 
