The scene opens with a view of the Terminal Five Parking lot. It had only just started to get dark outside. The passenger side door of a red Lincoln Town car opened, and out stepped Madison with an equally red dress. The audience boos loudly at the X-Tron until until Dennis gingerly exits the driver side of the vehicle with a scowl on his face.

Madison: This is your big night. Quite possibly the second biggest night of your career. How do you feel?

Dennis looked around the parking lot, each vehicle being scrutinized.

Dennis: No idea what Ortiz drives. I don’t see the jeep that Versus usually arrives in. They better be here.We have a shared locker room now, supposedly?

Madison: Supposedly...but even if we do, Please don’t start a fight. I’m sure there is an explanation for Sunday night.

Dennis closed the car door, barely shutting it. His movements were very stiff. Madison walked around the vehicle and looped her arms around his right arm and gently squeezed, causing him to wince.

Dennis: Yea. We’ll see. All i know is, they were nowhere to be found when i was getting beaten like a dog, Madison. Like a damn dog.

Madison frowned as the duo made their slow walk toward the camera.

Madison: Versus and Nathaniel Ortiz should be here tonight. This will all be sorted in no time. Buuuuuuut...I’ve got something that’s gonna put a smile on your face by the end of the night. Something you’ve earned...and then some.

Dennis looked to Madison as she winked at him.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The Dennis celebration was cut short at Summercide. Hopefully Dennis will get the celebration that he deserves later tonight.
	I don't think Dennis was ready for this in all honesty Tom.

As the cameras start to roll, B-17 is seen backstage wandering the halls prior to his important match tonight. As he turns the corner a tall Japanese gentleman dressed in a black suit stops B-17 and hands him a large black briefcase.

B-17: What's this?

Asian Man: Special delivery from The Overlord. Just open it and read the instructions.

As quickly as the Asian Man showed up, he disappears down the hallway in a puff of smoke leaving B-17 holding the briefcase. He shrugs and decides to open it. The cameras are still unable to see what is inside the briefcase until B-17 pulls out a large metal looking plate object and places it on the floor.

The object suddenly starts creating a whirring noise and lights start to shine from the edge. The lights start to swirl towards the middle until a life size human figure is projected in front of B-17. This projected image is of none other than the Overlord of OCW, the Lord of the Lariat, the Messiah of the Multiverse, the NEW OCW World Champion.

Mugen: Testing......testing. Oh snap, this thing really works huh. B-17! My friend!

B-17: You dirty son of a bitch! What the hell do you want? Is this live?

Mugen: It certainly is! Live and direct from OCW HQ. My R&D department for Mugenta Corp has developed this hologram projecting messaging thingamabobber. It's pretty sweet isn't it?

B-17 flicks Mugen off.

Mugen: Woah! The hostility, where is this coming from?

B-17: Last time we spoke I got kicked in the face, remember?

Mugen: Ah...water under the bridge! But anyways I'm not here to gloat. I'm here coming to you as a friend. And I'm not talking about being a friend like that Jackson Montgomery. I'm talking about REAL FRIENDS.

B-17: Get to the point...

Mugen sighs.

Mugen: Come onnnnn, you know what I'm talking about. Jackson isn't a real friend. A real friend wouldn't treat you like how he has treated you.

B-17: Real friend? But then again what is the difference between a real friend and an enemy here?

Mugen: Differences, shmifferences. You and I both know that when he has the opportunity to strike, he will drop you like a sack of potatoes.

Mugen jumps up and points right at B-17.

Mugen: ON THE OTHER HAND, you and I have had a business relationship over the past few months and we have benefited GREATLY from each other. Wouldn't you agree, Aftershock has been huge since pirated to China!

B-17: You sent those Asian hookers...didn’t you?

Mugen: Exactly, so I think it's safe to say that we are good friends now. And as a good friend, I am wishing you good luck in your match tonight. I'm going to assume Jackson hasn't done the same has he?

B-17: No. Not yet at least.

Mugen: See? I'm telling you, you can't trust anybody around here these days.

Mugen points at himself.

Mugen: Except me and the rest of my team here who are always looking out for your best interests.

B-17: But..

Mugen: No buts, not tonight. You are going to focus yourself on the match at hand and then you can have as many butts and babes you want. Once again, good luck. Mugenta OUT.

The lights flicker out and the projected image of The Overlord Mugen is gone.

B-17 looks around bewildered at what just happened but keeps his calm. The Asian Man from before pops up out of nowhere and comes to collect the hologram device and briefcase.

B-17: Were you here the whole time?

Japanese Man: Maybe.

B-17: Where are you going now?

Japanese Man: None of your business.

And with that, the man disappears again leaving B-17 behind. The scene fades out.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I would like to take this time to congratulate the overlord Mugen on his OCW championship victory at Summercide.
	#JusticeforDrago!!!

	You're going to get us killed...
	Up next is the second golden opportunity qualifier match between Cactus and Bill Ding.

(Golden Opportunity Qualifier!)

Bill Ding

vs

Cactus

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That makes three.
	And one more to go.

Matsuda: If you chip or besmirch this flawless skin, your jaw is coming off....You have been warned!!

The tattooist begins to work on Matsuda's shoulderblade, as Dupree begins to goof around and try and distract him.

Ma'jin: "C'mon Leon, you're the last one."

Nathan: "Leon?"

They look round and Leon has fallen asleep drunk on the sofa.

Ma'jin: "Let's get him in the chair."

Malu lifts Leon on his shoulder and walks over and place's him into the tattooists chair, he then reaches for his stencil and begins to lower it onto Leon's chest, just as he's about to place it, his hand is grabbed by Parker.

Parker: Hold on a sec.

A wicked grin cracks across Parkers face.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh, this could end badly.
	I think Leon is just happy to be here hahahahaha!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I hear they are making action man toys with B-17's face on.
	My kid's won't be buying them.

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