Cameras take us backstage into the locker room where the OCW Women’s champion Sophia, a.k.a. ‘down ass bish’ friend of Betty Ford’s slummiest, is relaxing on a couch following a brief workout session. As it is her night off, her eyes are glued to her cell phone as she plays a riveting game of OCW City.

Sophia: Dammit, need to upgrade my factory to produce more beer and cigarettes for Eerie’s neighborhood. Need more coins!

After getting her virtual OCW neighborhood squared away, her eyes begin to get heavy and she dozes off. Halfway through her short slumber, she starts to feel a substance being spread over her, some sprinkling on her face.

Sophia, still somewhat in her dreams, wipes her face off.

Sophia: Eerie, gross. I'm not your personal ashtray!

The substance begins to weigh on her body when she finally opens her eyes and sees Holly Hunter as she continues to shovel dirt from a container onto Sophia. Startled, she quickly sits upright and stares at Holly.

Sophia: What are you doing here?? What are you doing??

Holly: I want you to know I can be anywhere at any time Sophia. I want you to know that I have you read like a children’s book. I know what makes to tick and I’m going to expose you for what you are. The same old scared little girl you’ve always been.

Holly: Yea, you’ve developed quite a reputation over the past year. Persevering and rising to the occasion time and time again. But Sophia Express is about to be run off the road.

Holly holds her shovel near her face and smiles at it.

Holly: You and this guy here are going to meet real soon Sophia. I just know you are going to be the best of friends for the short time you have together. Because I’m going to break you down, take your championship, and everything that make you, you...

Sophia fights to push the shovel away as Holly maintains her strong grip on it.

Sophia: You know nothing about me. Now you need to leave!

Holly grins menacingly at Sophia as she points the shovel at her one final time before slowly making an exit. Sophia jumps up and exhales sharply, brushing the dirt off of herself.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	You tell her Sophia!
	Next time it snows. I know who to call.

Ryu and Hide are making their way down the hall, Ryu looks dejected as he looks down at the invitation he had absconded from the woman earlier in the night.

HIDE: Dad… I’m sad to say Mom and Rika are right… you are a bit of an idiot. It doesn’t say anywhere on that note WHERE the Rave is gunna be.

RYU: Its pronounced “Ravé”... and I’ve only just realized it because Austin failed to seduce the information out of that vampiress I had to use emergency tactics.

RYU: Here we are prepared for battle…

HIDE: We?

Ryu looks at him for a second thinking, he grabs the roll of garlic bread and breaks off a quarter handing it to Hide.

RYU: Here we are prepared for battle and we have no idea where the Ravé is gunna happen…

CACTUS: Did someone say Rave? I like music.

Cactus: Eh, ok, let’s be honest, I like drinking and that can usually be socially accepted when music is in the same area.

Ryu snaps around to see who just spoke.

RYU: Drinking and dancing you say? Is this what happens at the Ravés? Do you know where they’re having it?

Cactus: Wait I thought you knew where it was? Are you saying you don’t know.

Cactus pulls out his phone.

Cactus: Because if you don’t know, then you might make…

Cactus types on his phone before looking up and squinting at RYU.

Cactus: Don’t make me say it.

RYU: Say what? I’m really at a loss here, I really have to care of these Vampires!

Cactus: IT!

Cactus: If you don’t know where this party is, then you’re making the BLOCKED list!

Cactus, looking back at his phone: Now, what’s your twitter handle.

RYU: … @powerfuljcs

RYU: The J.C.S stands for Junior Carolina South

Cactus: ...f…u...

Cactus: ...c...s…

Cactus: Bl...

Cactus: Wait, this isn’t about a dance rave?

Cactus: Someone just tweeted that Ravé is…

Cactus: Well… is…

Cactus: ...here…

Cactus turns the phone and shows the tweet to RYU.

Ryu grabs the phone and looks at it wide eyed. He turns to show it to the younger Matsumoto who nods in approval.

HIDE: Thanks mister!

The two run off down the hall. Cactus looks on confused before he realizes they have taken off with his phone.

CACTUS: Damn it. Matches aren’t the only thing I am losing around here. I need a drink.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Poor Cactus.
	I am being told Bray vs Jacob is happening and it's coming up in just a minute.

Bray

vs

Jacob Trance

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He killed him.
	Jesus Christ!

#Austin: So tonight it's Jimmy and his new plus 1 in Zoe Z…

Austin lines up his shot and smacks the que ball into the break.

#Austin: Or his Joe Z… doesn't matter. We have seen what Jimmy can do and have handled him before, sure Joe can take a beating and keep on ticking but he is nothing but a sham of that disgusting country. But Wrex..

B-17: And?

B-17 stalks around the pool table observing his options.

#Austin: Wrex reminds me like of a cockroaches, they breed, usually inbreed, and unfortunately multiply. You can’t just crush him nor can we burn him. We need to radiate him, not just because his “lifestyle” choices, honestly it's probably what his mother should have done when he was born.

B-17 looked up: I don’t like radiation.

Austin: …….

B-17 crouches over and smacks the cue ball but misses his target completely and scratches. The lights above the table begin to flicker

B-17: I hate this game...what do you purpose?

#Austin: I don’t think we need worry of any cunning plans. Because honestly we should be paid for what we are doing to improve this world and rid them of the likes of people like wrex.

#Austin: He is nothing but trash and will never be nothing more then that...

Bingo leans on his pool stick and smiles: I crushed him only a few months ago, I supposed it would be mercy at this point.

#Austin: It's not like anyone in this place would miss Wrex anyways...

B-17 glances at the clock on the wall: Time to go.

Austin turns his back on Bingo and looks at the clock: Hm, not like they can have the match without---

Austin turns around to find that Bingo has disappeared. Austin turns to Sid, confused.

Sid, now his 12th beer, just shrugs his shoulders: Guess he Jetted.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I hope Austin will be here in time for his match.
	Relax. The bar is right next to the arena and all Austin drinks is diet coke haha.

Sebastian Abbott sat in the locker rooms after his bizare win over Captain Alexander, the door flew open and Ginger walked in.

Ginger: You've been on a small roll of late, a win over Joe at Road 2 Glory and a somewhat oddly suspect win tonight.

Seb: Ah please do come in. Yea the win over Joe felt good I needed that, and tonight well yea I took advantage of the Captain's momentary lapse of concentration to get the W.

Ginger: Any comment on Zoe Zhivago moving on from you?

Seb: If you didn't catch me after the pay per view, you would have seen me leave with more Eastern European arm candy than Donald Trump. So one Scotish chick leaving my harem is no skin of my nose.

Ginger: Is there any truth in her comments about you being a bit kinky?

Abbott smiled, it unereved the intern slightly.

Seb: We all have our little kinks, Dustin likes fat black women, Ding loves Food porn. I like R.Kelly and peeing on teenagers.

Ginger: Ah I think this will conclude our time...

Seb: Have I made you uncomfortable, you remeber when that German bloke got you with the tickler? I think you rather enjoyed that, good times eh.

The intern stood up and slowly backed out of the room, fearing that a heavy handed German would come and defile him again.

Seb: See ya Gingey, till next time.

The Englishman waved in the direction of the retreating intern, before sitting back he let out a sigh then checked some world news on his phone. One article stood out like tits on a bull:Curves pull out of Gentleman Jack sponsorship deal.

The scene ends...

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Damn, Seb is a animal.
	You just figuring that out now?

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