Jim Black is standing in gorilla, following Stigmata's victory over Ligermask. Stigmata's horror music is still blaring throughout the arena, amidst a chorus of boos and hatred, as he walks through the curtain and is greeted by Black.
Jim Black: Stig, Stig...if I could just get a word....
Stigmata: Call me Stig again. I dare you. (He grins at the interviewer.)
Jim Black: Im...uh...sorry...Mr. Stigmata....ummmm....
Stigmata (Chuckling): No, no. You can just call me Stigmata. "Mr. Stigmata" is my dad. (He giggles a creepy laugh.)
Jim Black: Uhh, right... Well ... Stigmata, I just wanted to commend you on your hot start here on Riot. 3 matches and 3 wins, that is quite a....
Stigmata: Let me stop you right there Jimmy. I've explained this to your nosy colleague Miss Clark, more than once. The Master doesn't care about victories or defeats.
Stigmata:
The Master cares only for the spectacle of suffering that takes place in that OCW ring. He doesn't care who wins, as long as both my opponent, and I, suffer.
Stigmata: As long as there is agony, the fans will be entertained. The people watching at home will be satiated. They revel in our torment.
Stigmata:
They are the bloodthirsty Romans clamoring to see the lions devour the Christians. Our anguish will create the perfect platform for The Master's message. So don't talk to me about winning streaks. Was it violent?
Jim Black:(under breath) Jesus you're weird....
Jim Black: umm...Yes. Uhh...it was very violent....Um...Congratulations?
Stigmata: Thanks Jimmy. The Master will be pleased. You're not so bad. He ruffles Jim Blacks hair.
Jim Black: Well, uh, thanks..... Now, you keep mentioning "The Voice" and your "Master". Last week we saw you talking to a mysterious stranger in your locker room. Any chance we will find out who your master is anytime soon?
Stigmata: He is not MY master Jimmy. He is THE Master. Capitol freaking M. And yes, you, and the entirety of OCW will be privileged enough to meet him. He will be at the upcoming PPV "Chill Faktor" on December 17th. And you will all tremble in his wake.
With that Stigmata turns and walks away. As he is heading down the hallway something made of metal swoops by in a blur.
Stigmata: Was that a freaking robot? What the hell?!?!
Stigmata grabs a steel chair and quickly follows the metal object down the hall.
Jim Black: There you have it. Stig's mystery "master" will be unveiled at Chill Faktor. Back to you Charles and Al. (under breath) Soooo weird...
The camera pans to the announce team.
OH REALLY?
Chill Faktor just got a little bit more interesting!
The camera pans to the announce team.
SOON!
The wait is killing me!
B-17: Ok, let’s get this straight, while on sabbatical you didn’t call once, didn’t write to me, didn’t text me...and you’re wondering why I didn’t get you something from Las Vegas?
#Austin Lee: Pretty much, I mean it's not like I replaced you or anything as you were gone.
#Austin glances over at a cardboard cut out of Trance.
B-17: Ok, first off, I wasn’t even in Las Vegas, and second, how was I supposed to know you wanted a freaking T-Shirt?
Lee looks down and his Invictus shirt, then frowned at B-17.
Lee: That hurts B…
B-17 rolls his eyes and twirls his hair. Finding a peanut he tucks it away in his pocket.
B-17: Now serious question time. Invictus?
Lee: My serious question first what did you do to your hair…
B-17: I didn't dye it to look like Jenna Jameson, and butcher it to leave roots showing.
B-17 motions to Lee's mop top.
Lee: I don't want to hear you talking about my roots showing as you have that on your head.
B-17: It’s the new style sweeping Hollywood, you see a lot more guys growing out their hair, dressing hipster, and visiting the public library.
B-17’s eyes go wide and he puts up his hands: Wait, wait, we are off topic! Is Invictus still active?
Lee: Invictus is for life man, vacation or no vacation.
B-17: Good. You know how long it took to make this jacket? Not long, and it wasn’t expensive, but my med--. Nevermind…
Lee: Not expensive my ass, I bought that jacket for you to have at Wrestlution but someone decided to go #LaParka on a small child.
B-17: Three things. One, no you did not. I found this jacket...outside, down the block, under a park bench, not being used by a old guy smelling of booze and regret. Second, I have no idea what LaParka is, and third, I hate anyone under 5 ft, as they just duck right under the Bingo Punch.
Lee: I bet short people would get gifts for everyone if they were on vacation, unlike you, chair master.
Lee: But back to business. first off glad you are back buddy, but things are changed here and Invictus isn't what it was before.
Lee: I turned my back on these people after I felt like they disrespected me and forced me to the pre show. It led to you being on “Vacation” and me forgetting what I was fighting for.
Lee: That was the old Invictus though…. I went out there on Turmoil and showed everyone what the new Invictus is about...we fight from here.
#Austin points his chest and raises his fist into the air.
Lee: Are you in or out B?
B-17 touches Austin’s shirt, while Austin looks mighty uncomfortable: This is a nice shirt…
Lee: Bingo!
B-17: Invictus!
The camera pans to the announce team.
OH MY!!!!!
THEY DID IT!
Vince Winters vs K.D Angelo
The camera pans to the announce team.
Good god all mighty!
Such a Brawl!
We once again pan backstage to Kyle the intern, who after narrowly escaping the grasp of the TTTleks was assaulted by a spray tanned gorilla.
Nursing his wounds he gingerly enters catering for his lunch break. We again hear the signature BZZZZZZZ of the Trashleks.
A Trashlek covered in colorful epilepsy inducing strobe lights, an overweight, rusty looking Trashlek, and a Trashlek with a microphone taped to one of its arms roll onto the scene.
Mugenlek: Bzzzzzz DUMMY HAH.
Kyle the Intern: Oh God, not again…
Pughlek: U wot Bzzzzz We beat u in World War Bzzzzzz 1 m8...
Booblek: One Lek Bzzzz Violution!
With a golden flash The Betterness himself leaps onto the scene once again to save the incompetent Kyle the intern from sure Violation.
As he does so Mugenlek swivels around and throws a Wacky Wavable Lariat. The Betterness cartwheels to the side of the wild wavy lariat and poses.
Dupree: Your unsafe tactics cannot harm me!
Pughlek: Bzzzzzz U wot m8….bzzzzzzzz….VIO-LATE!
Pughlek tries to hit Dupree with his own finisher but his old rusty mechanical arms get shoved away.
Dupree: HA! Your ancient strong-Lek has no affect on me!
Kyle the intern cowers behind the Lightheavyweight Champ as he watches Dupree defend his timeline.
Booblek begins buzzing in his microphone uncontrollabley, cutting the “ill” Trashlek promo. After what feels like an eternity he buzzes his final line. Dupree almost fell asleep...almost.
Booblek then drops the mic and all three members of Lek-4 point mechanical finger guns at Dupree. Tibby immediately grabs Kyle and dives to the floor as sparks shoot out from the Trashlek’s fingers.
The catering area is now filled with steam as the finger guns took out piping on the nearby wall. When the steam clears Dupree and Kyle the intern are gone. The camera fades with Pughlek trolling a rookie who has just walked into catering.
