Dustin: I'm out here tonight before my tag match to get something off my chest. I'm going to keep it short and sweet so you idiots can comprehend what I'm about to say. Last week, Jack calmed me down before I got too off topic but now he is giving me free reign to say what I need to say.

Dustin: A few weeks ago with my match against the little foreign boy Jimmy, the OCW referee didn't do his job as expected. Roll the footage.

Dustin: As you can see my head was under the bottom rope, so the count should've been stopped and the match should have continued. But that's not all ladies and gentlemen. I have even more evidence that the crooked refs of OCW are against "Showtime"

Dustin: In my match against Kassidy, my hand was under the rope and I was, stupidly, expecting the ref to stop the count so I didn't attempt to kick out in order to save my energy. I was in the back talking to the other members of The Gentleman's Club and I think I found it. I think I found the reason why these refs are out to end Dustin "Showtime" White.

Dustin: About a month ago I was on a roll. I even beat the current OCW World Champion, Malu. But you see, ever since then, it seems as if all I've heard is, "Dustin's losing his grip" and "Dustin isn't as great as I once thought". But here's the thing.

Dustin: These OCW refs are trying to screw me out of my greatness! Somebody at the top of the ladder wants me to fail. Somebody doesn't want me here. But I know it, and everybody in this arena knows that I'm better than Malu, I'm better than Jimmy and Kass. I'm better than anybody this company has ever employed. So if another OCW referee wants to mess with me, or anybody else in the Gentleman's Club, then I hope you have your will ready. "It's Showtime"

Dustin drops the microphone and heads towards the back to get ready for his tag team match against Jimmy Henry and Bill Ding

The camera pans to the announce team.

	These poor ref's can never catch a break can they Randy?
	Did you see that footage? He has a point.

	Up next Jackson must fight the Convoy all by himself.
	Let's see if Jackson can do what B-17 couldn't.

(Handicap Match)

The Convoy
vs
Jackson Montgomery

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That's got to hurt.
	He did it.

A dark rooms greets us, but in the darkness something stirs. A metallic scratching sound hides its identity within the darkness. Suddenly an orange glow lights up a face at the stroke of a match, sulphur dioxide taints the air with its powerful stench.

Trance: Welcome…

The match illuminates Trance, though the light isn't strong enough to allow his surroundings to be witnessed.

Trance: I knew it would happen, I knew that the darkness would consume young Kassidy, twisting and tormenting him into something not longed for this world. For you see… I too know something about darkness. I know of the other worlds and you should all be reminded of that fact.

Jacob turns the match sideways, causing the wood itself to catch fire, prolonging the light.

Trance: From darkness, comes light… But from light comes darkness. Neither can truly live without one another, a vessel of darkness meets someone trying to walk in the light, however, I was walking in darkness long before you arrived Kassidy, in it I raised a family, in it I was a God…

Jacob shakes his head.

Trance: And though I have chosen a new path, I still keep the portals to the other worlds, I still listen to the demons and monsters in the heads of mere mortals. You walk in hallowed halls in which there can be no forgiveness for trespass, and although I knew you'd come to kneel at the foot of my throne… Alas, you find it empty.

Jacob turns the match upside down now as the flame continues to devour its fuel.

Trance: Empty… Empty… Just like…

Suddenly a light turns on, revealing the room to be much less mysterious than originally thought. A locker room. Trance tries to blink away the dazzling effects and as his eyes adjust he exclaims;

Trance: What the hell are you doing?!

Enter Loki, slayer of moods, killer of atmosphere, heir apparent to the throne of Fearo.

Loki: Woah! Fire!

Loki rushes over and slaps the match out of Trance’s hand and stomps it out. While this is a surprising reaction to a simple match, Trance hardly notices instead he is more concerned with a disturbing development.

Trance: Why the hell are you naked?

Loki: I was eating.

Trance:....what?...why?....never mind.

Loki looks around the room and his attention is intently caught by a small glowing television in the corner. He suspiciously walks to it. Trance just watches bemused.

Loki whispers: Trance….we’re on TV, and I have three black stripes on my body. What is this devilry?

Trance sighs: They're censoring you! You can't be nude on TV!

Loki: Huh…

Loki brings a hand up to his nipple. Using the TV as a guide he “grabs” the the black line over his right nipple. Then he pulls it high and watches as the black line moves with his TV counterpart hand. He looks at Trance who stares back uncertain how this is going to unfold. Slowly Loki moves his hand down to his crotch, he connects the black lines making the one covering his salamander longer. Trance raises his eyebrow when Loki grabs the other black bar. He moves this one down to his crotch too and uses it to lengthen the already sizeable black censor.

Trance watches the TV, determined not to look down and see the uncensored real thing. Loki starts to wiggle and watch the footlong censor sway back and forth: Hello, ladies!

Trance: How the hell did you do that?

Loki: Bobby Dern from video production owed me a favor.

Trance: But...that's just one of your former alter personalities….that doesn't make any sense…

Loki gives Trance a thumbs and up and walks back to the doorway he entered from: I'm gonna go grab some hummus. Do you want me to keep the light on?

Trance: Might as well...my reputation is ruined now anyways.

Loki shrugs, opens the door, steps out into the hallway butt naked, and closes the door behind him.

Trance vaguely hears a muffled shout followed by a Loki’s voice: Trust me! I'm a doctor!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Poor Jacob.
	I hope he is ready for Kassidy.

Kassidy Hayes
vs
Jacob Trance

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Lokimon...
	Huh?

	That's what I called my jynx in pokemon go.
	Pokemon is for SISSYS!

We turn to a local sandwich shop near Terminal 5, where Bill Ding is looking through the menu, looking to try a new item from the list. He strokes his chin in contemplation.

Sandwich Guy Gaetano: You did so well with that Hoagie Challenge, it's got your name all over it now. You've gotta be like, the eating champion 'round these parts!

Bill Ding: Woo DADDEH! Feels good to be the champ! Now lemme get that....

Bill Ding is interrupted by the sound of the front door swinging open with authority. The camera pans down to reveal a pair of boots walking inside followed by the paws of some animal. The camera pans up to reveal the World Heavyweight Champion and North American Champion Drago Cesar along with his pet lion Bubba. Bill Ding looks on in admiration.

Bill Ding: Bow wow WOW, look at who's strolling along!

Drago looks up at the menu and sees the Hoagie Challenge. He looks back at Bill Ding.

Drago Cesar: This "challenge" seem interesting.

Bill Ding lets out a small chuckle.

Bill Ding: Don't tell me a young man like you's able to stomach that much!

Drago Cesar: I would like this to be contest. Whoever eat most hoagie sandvich in 2 hour is champion of sandvich shop. You accept or no?

Bill Ding: You bet I accept!

Drago smiles.

Drago Cesar: Good! Because you will not compete against me.

Bill Ding tilts his head in confusion and looks toward Bubba as Drago points to him.

Drago Cesar: You will compete against him.

Bill Ding: H-h-h-him??

Drago Cesar: Yes, him. You afraid to eat against Bubba? You afraid you lose?

Bill Ding looks at Bubba, then Gaetano, then back at Bubba.

Bill Ding: I dunno, sandwich daddeh, you think I got this?

Sandwich Guy Gaetano: Well son, I've seen you eat, and you eat like an animal anyways. So why not!

Sandwich Guy Gaetano: But make it snappy, son, I'm pretty sure havin’ that lion in here is a health viola-

Bill puts his hand up quickly to shush him.

Bill Ding: Say no more! (Bill looks back at Drago and Bubba) Simba, CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

Bubba lets out an annoyed groan.

Drago Cesar: His name not Simba. Name is Bubba!

Bubba and Bill Ding then sit at a nearby table, facing each other. Drago is seen crouching at Bubba’s side for moral support. Bill Ding cracks his knuckles and lightly slaps himself on the face as Bubba just scratches his head. Drago pulls out a black and white trucker cap from his bag and puts it on Bubba’s head. The lion then turns it backwards, looking ready.

Bill Ding: Woahh, SWEET HAT!! (Bill nods to Bubba) You ready, Bubba daddeh?

Bubba roars in approval, the force of it causing everyone to cover their ears.

Drago Cesar: I think he hungry!

The sandwich guy puts two huge hoagies on the table and places a stopwatch on one side.

Sandwich Guy Gaetano: Ready??? THREE….TWO…...ONE…….BEGIN!

The Ding and Bubba immediately have at it. Bill is noisily and messily stuffing his mouth as quickly as possible, having already mastered the technique of “eat now, breathe later”. He looks up at Bubba occasionally to check his progress. Bubba seems to be on the same pace as the Ding, devouring as much as he can, his head leaning on the table. Both competitors eventually finish their first hoagie and Gaetano puts another pair of sandwiches on the table. Bill Ding takes a deep breath.

Bill Ding: Woo! Another one already! Hey!

Bill Ding notices that Bubba has wasted no time digging into the sandwich.

Bill Ding (thinks to himself): Hungry times indeed, dude!

At that moment, it hits him. As he continues devouring the hoagie, Bill comes across his arch nemesis- THIRST. Caught up in the moment, and desperate to finish, he makes the fatal error of stopping to guzzle down some soda from his Super Mega Big Gulp.

Sandwich Guy Gaetano: Noo, Bill, don't do it! Don't you know what happens when you chug soda after a huge meal??

Drago Cesar: He more thirsty than the Raze!

Bill Ding gulps down some soda and sees that Bubba’s almost done with the second hoagie, not looking as if he’s about to stop. As he takes his final gulp, a sudden loud rumbling can be heard. Bill clutches his gut, which sits just under the table.

Bill Ding: Ungghhhh… The Ding don't feel so good…

Drago and Bubba look at Bill, Bubba raising a furry brow as he too heard Bill’s stomach rumbling.

Bill Ding starts making loud muffled heaving noises, his jiggly gut moving up and down with him. He then opens his mouth and Drago, Bubba, and Sandwich Guy Gaetano prepare for the worst.

Bill Ding: BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!!

Drago takes an accidental whiff and coughs extremely hard at the foul smell. He covers his nose with his hands.

Drago Cesar: Ooooooof!

The hustle and bustle of the sandwich shop falls silent, except for the stopwatch that is ticking away to the final minutes of the challenge. Bill remains quiet for a second, regaining his composure. As he looks down at the embroidered handkerchief his Grammy made him, he remembers something she once told him- “Food is Love, William! Food is Love”. The Ding feels a surge of inspiration and begins to power on through.

Bill Ding: Food is LOOOVVVEEE!!!!

Bubba finishes his second hoagie as Bill Ding is eating the last half of his, at a rapid pace, stuffing the food down his mouth. The clock ticks down to the final 10 seconds….

Sandwich Guy Gaetano: Ten….Nine…..Eight...

Bill Ding, his mouth full of food, holds up a finger.

Sandwich Guy Gaetano: Seven…..Six…...Five…..

Bill Ding slams the table with both hands in determination.

Sandwich Guy Gaetano: Four….Three…..Two….One….

Bill Ding swallows the last of his food.

Sandwich Guy Gaetano: Time! Folks, I think we have ourselves a draw!

The Ding breathes a sigh of relief as Bubba lets out a HUGE burp, the likes of much only few have experienced. The force of said burp is so strong, it almost causes Bill Ding to fall off his seat. Drago starts laughing as he pats Bubba on the back.

Drago Cesar: Ohoho! Good job Bubba!

Bubba then lays on his side, clearly feeling the effects of this hellacious contest.

Bill Ding: Boy. I'll tells ya, I've faced some competition during my time on Turmoil- that scary hockey mask guy Nightmare, that prickly sonofagun Cactus, that religious dude Matt Mercer….- but YOU, Bubba, you’re a hard one to beat!!

Bubba grunts and does a small burp.

Drago Cesar: He say you’re not so bad yourself.

Bill extends a greasy hand out to Bubba and nods to them both.

Bill Ding: Good times, Drago, Bubba daddeh. High fiiiive!

Bubba picks himself up and gives Bill Ding a high five with his hand, or rather, his paw. Bubba does a small leap out of his seat as Drago tries to wipe the food off his face with a napkin, but the lion holds up a paw and instead licks his own face. Bill gets up as well and shakes off the pile of crumbs and toppings that accumulated on his Dingy tee. The three begin to make their way out of the sandwich shop. As they exit, we hear one last piece of conversation before the cameras fade out.

Bill Ding: So, Drago… Umm… (barely holding back a fan girl squeal) How does one obtain such an awesome furry companion?? I wanna get a tiger...- no wait!! A BEAR!! A PANDA BEAR!!

Their voices trail off as the scene ends.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	You're right Randy.
	???

	Who needs Pokemon Go when you can own a lion like our OCW champion.
	Drago is one of a kind.

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