We turn to the locker room, where we see Dragana and Johnny Law staring at a map with several spots marked with an X. Johnny scratches his mask and shrugs.

Johnny: I’d suggest that we start here. It’s the closest, and if we screw up, we won’t have to swim too far back into civilization.

Dragana nods and takes a breath to say something but is interrupted by the sound of a locker shaking. The sounds become louder, and one can hear someone trying desperately to get out. 

STRUGGLING NO! It’s the power of super rabbit strength! Sentai Hare fumbles out, lands gracefully… sortof and gives a pose to the camera.

Sentai Hare: This map is outdated, it’s all faded and wrinkly. You guys should use my Sentai Hare Posititioning System to locate all your treasure hunting needs. Take a look.

She takes out Johnny Law’s Phone and opens up his Google Maps and seemingly points to a random location.

Sentai: Wow an Ayyyyyye Phone 6! And that’s where the treasure is located! Behold Tokyo, New Mexico!

Dragana: …

Johnny: That doesn’t make sense. That’s not a thing. You sure your GPS is calibrated correctly?

Sentai: Where’s your sense of adventure? If you guys really call yourselves pirates we’d head there right now and have ourselves a good ol’ fashioned pirating adventure. Silver me tenders matey!

Johnny: None of this makes any sense. I’m not buying you acting buddy buddy with us all of a sudden either. What’s your angle?

Sentai leans back, not sure what to say. She puts her fingers up to her ear.

Sentai (whispering): HOW MUCH LONGER?!?!?!

We transition to Bunny D on a computer mashing away at the keyboard.

Bunny D: I’m typing as fast as I can, but I can’t find anything!!!!

Back to the locker room.

Sentai: Look we got a tag match tonight, we should be frien--- allie- acquaint- people who are on the same side as each other. We must be good and not do bad things to each other when we fight the other people that we must beat up because they eat all the mary joe wanda. 

Dragana: …


Sentai: For one night.

Dragana: …

Sentai: Two hours?

Dragana: …

Sentai: …

Meanwhile, Bunny D is typing furiously with all his might. The camera pans over to reveal another person on the keyboard typing rapidly as well. Bunny turns to the stranger.

Bunny D: You are really good at this computer hacking thing!

Dude: I dunno, I just like pushing buttons.

Bunny D: You must be really good at Tekken.

Dude: My cat beats my ass all the time though.

Bunny D: Oh by the way dude, do you know anything about Liger Mask and Dragana? This typing thing is really tiresome and honestly I’ve just been hitting random keys to act like I’m doing stuff. Oh what is this? Says here if I click this link, I’ll inherit the wealth of a Nigerian prince.

The computer explodes.

Bunny D: Yeah I guess I gotta actually investigate people. Speaking of hacking I remember the Russians are famous for that. Wait… Dragana is Russian! The Russians also work for Liger Mask!

The dude pulls out his phone.

Dude: Speaking of Russians, I’ve been hearing that their government or something messes with TV shows and movies to make them appeal more to Russkies, sometimes changing things completely. Take a look at this.

The dude pulls up a video of a bunch of other dudes in Adidas tracksuits watching the women’s FI match from Wrestlution Prime. They get to the finish of the match, and instead of Sentai Hare taking the briefcase, instead the footage cuts to Dragana holding up the briefcase.

TV: YOUR NEW ONLINE COMMUNIST WRESTLING FUTURE INVESTMENT BRIEFCASE WINNER DRAGANA!

The dudes in the Adidas tracksuits jump up for joy and start drinking. A lot.

Russian 1: CYKA CYKA CYKA

Russian 2: VUDKA VUDKA VUDKA

One of the Russian dudes downs a whole bottle of vodka and tries to stand on his head on the counter, which leads to him crashing to the ground. Another gets in a fist fight with a bear and a huge brawl breaks out.

Video ends.

Bunny D: So Liger Mask and Dragana are rewriting the timeline with pirated videos of Wrestlution Prime? Of course! Why cause the darkest timeline when you can just create it yourself. Liger Mask needs a pirate to pirate those videos. That’s why Dragana is really into the pirates because she is the lead pirateer for Liger Mask. It all makes perfect sense. I should let Sentai Hare know immediately. Thanks for your help citizen! I also have a secret tip to beat your cat at Tekken.

He whispers something into the dude’s ear.

Dude: My cat also plays Eddy, but it’s DEFINITELY my best shot. My fighting spirit is reinvigorated and now I must defeat him and become the Lord of Tekken! Later furry man.

The Dude leaves.

Bunny D: Sentai Hare, this is Bunny D. I know Dragana’s connection to Liger Mask. Hare do you read me? Hare? HAREEEEEEEEE!?

Bunny D sighs.

Bunny D: She already left for her match.

Fin.

***

Previously recorded

Manhattan, New York…. One Carnegie Hill Apartments…..Roof Top garden….

The camera panning around the view of the upper east side of Manhattan, New York. The view of the skyline fades as the camera focus ins on a lone chair position in the middle of the lawn, a jacket laid on the back of the chair, a small end table position next to the chair as a bottle of Jack Daniels sits open next to a cell phone. 

The figure reaches over picking up the bottle of whiskey as he proceeds to take another sip as the cell phone begins to ring. Taking his time as he enjoys his sip before placing the bottle down to answer the phone, pressing the speakerphone option on the phone.

???: Evil Brother, you find our ride ok? 

PhoneCaller: Standing next to it now, where are the keys. 

The man takes another sip from his whiskey bottle: Driver side visor. You want me to bring you anything down for the driver?

Phone Caller: A bottle of Jameson and some Black Oak Heart rum.

???: I'm on the way will meet you out front keep the engine running. 

??? ends the phone call as he rises to his feet, stretching his arms out wide as he looks over the Manhattan skyline. Reaching back as he picks up his jacket adjusting the hat that lays upon his head before turning towards the camera revealing it to be the true owner of the Future Investment Contract #Austin Lee. 

#Austin Lee slides his phone into his shorts pocket and picking up his bottle of whiskey as he makes his way towards the elevator. Putting his fist to his chest then to the sky as the Elevator operator proceeds to open the doors for #Austin, the doors to the elevator opens but #Austin waits with his fist in the air refusing to move as he takes another sip from the bottle. The elevator operator having been through this situation before responds by raising his fist in the air to greet #Austin with a fist bump.

#Austin Nods at the elevator operator before he enters and presses the button to send him to the lobby. The elevator proceeds straight to the lobby, refusing to stop at any other floors on the way down. #Austin makes his exit from the elevator and proceeds through the lobby as he stops off at the bar.

#Austin reaches into his own pocket being careful to not spill his bottle of Jack Daniels as he pulls a roll of cash out leaving it on the bar as steps behind the bar picking up a bottle for the man on the phone. The bartenders and patrons look on in disbelief as #Austin continues with not even batting a eye at what he just did. 

#Austin continues his stroll through the lobby as he makes his way towards the door. The closer #Austin gets to the door the louder a argument can be heard from the outside. The camera man moving ahead and proceeding out the door panning from side to side as it searches for the source of the noise. The camera cutting to the street as a Black Aston Martin Vanquish S Volante the license plate reading #Marvelous sits in the middle of the street blocking cars from being able to reach the apartments.

The sounds of glass breaking causes the camera to abruptly cut revealing a valet to been thrown through a window. The camera revealing Jacob Trance to be standing next to the window the Valet had just went through. 

#Austin Lee makes his way outside a smile growing across his face as he looks over at the broken window, making his way towards Trance handing him his own bottle of alcohol. 

#Austin Lee: I See you made friends quickly evilski as I have been gone.

TRANCE: Glad to have you back Buddy. What’s the plan?

#Austin Lee passes off his bottle of whiskey to Trance as he makes his way towards the car. 

#Austin Lee: Barclay Center… I drive you…. You pour….

Trance takes a quick slug of the whiskey drawing a surprised look from Austin who shrugs it off and gets in the passenger seat as Trance walks round to his side. The scene fades out as the ignition fires up and the car pulls slowly out of the drive.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I'm excited for this next one.
	Who doesn't like girl fights!

Betty Ford

vs

Sentai Hare & Dragana

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Intense!
	Woo!

We return to the ominous therapy session. Bray is straightening up his fingernails with a knife he grabbed from the cabinets while Dr. Line trembles in place.

Bray: Why so silent, doc? Aren’t you gonna ask me more questions?

Line: Just one, if I can be afforded to.

Bray sighs and waves the his hands around, oblivious to the knife in his hand.

Bray: Go ahead, doc.

Line: Overall, how would you define your character in OCW?

Bray: Character? What are you talking about?

Line: Your professional wrestling character.

Bray: Character? No, no… I don’t think you get it.

Bray takes the knife and stabs the table, within a centimeter away of Dr. Line’s right hand.

Bray: Wrestling is real to me, dammit! There’s no character. There’s no storyline. It’s just good ol’ Bray! AnD i FeEl GoOd! hAhAhAhAhAhAhA!

Line: Sir, if I may, what is so absurdly funny about this situation!? You walk around wearing facepaint and you’re here laughing like a damned fool! You need help, sir.

Bray retrieves the knife from the table and points it at Dr. Line’s head. He slowly rises from his chair and circles around to the good doctor.

Bray: I ever tell you about my ChIlDhOoD, doc?

Line: I,... don’t recall I’ve asked, no.

Bray: Good. [clearing his throat] You seem like a good listener, unlike those sasquatches in OCW. 

He rests his head on Dr. Line’s shoulder and observes the knife, still in his hand.

Bray: When I was in high school, I was… an emotional mess, so to speak. I had no friends. Grades were low. I was in band, though I was often seen as the… “Black Sheep” of the band so to say. Heh. No one went out of their way, to make sure I was alright. Why? [raising the knife to his face] I did a good job at, MaSkInG mY fEeLiNgS, so to speak, so I don’t blame them for helping me. But I was young then… full of so much hatred and rage… and sorrow. So, every night during my freshman year, right before I went to bed, I took a knife from the kitchen counter, away from the eyes of my grandmother. I’d take the knife with me to bed, drowning in tears and consumed by anger, and I’d stare at it, taking in the detail of the edges, the sharpness, wondering how it would tear at the human flesh. And after I’ve looked into every little detail of it, I’d-

He briefly stops his story and notices that his hand holding the knife was moving without his consent and found its way towards the outskirts of Dr. Line’s left eye. He backed the knife away from Dr. Line’s face and stared at it.

Bray: It’s funny. You never know what happens when you aren’t careful, eh doc?

The doctor is covered in sweat and his heartbeat is racing after what almost transpired. He wipes his face off and tries to calm down his breathing.

Bray: One sec you’re hanging out with your best friend, next you stab him in the throat. HA! Go figure, eh?

Bray steps away from Dr. Line and steps into the shadows, where he removes his hood, but his face still eludes proper vision for the viewing audience.

Bray: Tell me something, doc...

He turns to Dr. Line, who can now see his face and is horrified by what he sees.

Bray: Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?

Line: Who the hell are you?

Bray: I told you, I’m Bray.... and I’m BeTtEr ThAn EvEr…….... I need a new play mate, don't you think?

Static!Static! 

Black screen.

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