The music fades out as Dennis Dillinger collects a microphone from ringside, taking a few seconds to smugly grin at the OCW Universe beside his newest client, Jett Draven.
Dillinger: Well, well, well…
The crowd lights Dillinger up with boos as his arrogant response echoes through the PA system.
Dillinger: It’s good to see you, too.
Dillinger: I bet a few of you are wondering why Dennis Dillinger is out here.
Dillinger reaches inside his suit jacket and pulls out a rolled up document, shaking it open and reading it aloud.
Dillinger: ...The official reinstatement into OCW.
Dillinger: ...Online Championship Wrestling welcomes this individual back into OCW with open arms. The previously terminated contract will hereby be officially reinstated into OCW.
Dillinger: ...Signed, Jaysin… Clinton… Sensation.
The crowd boos heavily as Dillinger shakes his head and rolls the document up, placing it back inside his suit jacket..
Dillinger: A legal document, is a legal document… But we’re not here to talk about me.. No no no.
Dillinger: You see, I was sick and tired of flying public with you people. That’s why I went out and got my own private Jett.
Dillinger: That’s right. This man, Jett Draven, who has been recovering over the last 8 months with a knee injury… Is back to show each and every one of you how decrepit and embarrassing the talent on this show is.
Draven paces back and forth, his focused face not changing a bit.
Dillinger: As you all saw at Wreslution, Jett Draven made his intentions clear. There is only one title in this company that would be worthy of this man’s shoulders. The CCW Championship has been disrespected for far too long…
Dillinger: Code Jackman? That’s what your beloved management is going to give us? Psh. You can see management themselves don’t even believe in Code Jackman, because Malu had to throw a wrench in my plans and take the title himself.
Dillinger: We never planned to attack Malu. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I figured these weak idiots backstage would continue to hide Jackman’s weaknesses by keeping him safe at Wrestlution...
Dillinger: Then the same man has the unmitigated GALL to run his mouth on social media about my client. Well let me let you in on a little secret, Code Jackman… You’re nothing. You have never been anything and at this rate, you never will be anything.
Dennis Dillinger takes a long look around the arena before raising the mic back to his face.
Dillinger: I’ve done more in the time away from this company than you could do in 100 “House of Terror” matches.
Dillinger: You see, I’m here to turn untapped potential into MONEY. Into SUCCESS. Into FAME.
Dillinger: My client might be from California, but as of this moment... He’s the most successful New York Jett that there’s ever been.
The Brooklyn crowd let Dillinger hear their disdain for his comments, showering him with boos.
Dillinger: Think about it! Even with all of your whining right now, the powers that be understood that booking Jett Draven was in their best interests, for obvious reasons. Now, he gets a clear cut opportunity to destroy the loudmouth Code Jackman and that little Mexican failure firsthand.
Dillinger: But… you know, I think this all means a whole lot more coming from the man himself. I want every single one of you people on your feet.
Dillinger straightens his suit and nods to Jett Draven in the ring.
Dillinger: Ladies and gentlemen… on behalf of Dillinger Productions… I bring you the wrestling’s next world champion… OCW’s next superstar… The Pariah… JETT DRAVEN!!!
Dillinger emphatically gestures towards Jett, handing him the microphone and nodding to him. As Jett takes the mic, Dillinger steps back behind him, holding his hands together with the same smug grin on his face.
Draven: Eight months...For the eight months I was on the shelf. In those eight months all I could do was sit on my couch and watch from the sidelines at home, while I watched my lesser peers in this company go on to reach the highest points in their careers so far.
Draven:I watched as they were given what should’ve mine. They were given MY opportunities! The opportunities that I deserve! The opportunities that I earned!
Draven: As I sat there and watched as I became an after thought the only thing I could think is how I don’t get the fucking respect I deserve from this company!
Draven: Well that all changes now. This IS WHERE I DECIDE THAT I’M NO GOD DAMNED AFTER THOUGHT! I’M JETT FUCKING DRAVEN! This is where I decide if I want to prove that I’m the best, if I wanted to be the star that I knew that I could be, that I have to take those opportunities for myself.
Draven: I have to take the opportunities that weren't given to me. To take what I know I deserve! Everyone who's overlooked me in the last two years, I promise you...
Jett Draven lowers the mic and looks directly into the hard camera…
Draven: You're going to regret it.
He throws the microphone down outside the ring and continues to stare angrily into the camera as his theme plays loud over the PA system. Dillinger is laughing and clapping behind him, gesturing toward him proudly. Both men exit the ring as we cut to commercial.
Justin Jehst vs Solomon Caine
Previously recorded
A Jaguar stands in front of Empress’s apartment complex and honks every few seconds.
Then after a while you can see Empress rushing out of the front door. She’s carrying a duffle bag over her shoulder and she’s wearing a cut-off shirt and pajama pants. Her toothbrush is in her mouth and her hair is a in a messy bun. She gets into the car where she is greeted by Ashley Moore.
Empress: Would you fucking stop it with the damn horn! Why are you rushing me?! I’ve barely had time to unpack from the trip.
Ashley Moore: Come on, we are already late.
Empress: What are you talking about? The show doesn’t start for an hour and our match is the last one on the card.
Ashley Moore: I am not talking about the show. I forgot that I don’t have something to wear as a referee and the sportswear store closes in 15 minutes.
Empress: ARE YOU KIDDING ME! YOU RUSH ME OUT OF MY HOUSE TO GO CLOTHES SHOPPING! Ash I love you, but I will fucking kill you if you do that again. You made me think I was late for the match.
Empress sighs loudly as she wiggles around in her seat trying to change out of her pajama pants.
Empress: You know they probably have extra shirts at the arena for stuff like this. You don’t need to buy a shirt.
Ashley Moore: I will not wear the filthy junk they call clothes from OCW.
Empress: It’s a waste of money. The match will be 10 seconds long.
Empress: Bell rings, I knee Valk in the face, You do a fast count, I become number one contender and we get Ice Cream on the way back to your place. Bing, Bang, Boom.
Ashley Moore: They don’t allow me to count the pins. I am sort of an assistant referee. But don’t worry, I will make sure the right person her wins.
Empress slides into her jeans plops down in the car seat and looks over at Ashley Moore.
Empress: Fucking what! What kind of bullshit is that? … uhhh fine. Well, thank you for the Finland trip. I had a great time until Valkyrie’s mom started to bleed all over me.
Empress: I’m still trying to get her blood out of my favorite P3 shirt.
Ashley Moore: Yeah that really was a mess over there. I did not expect that it would end like this.
Empress: Who would have thought old people bleed so easily? Glad I had my BBF with me to help clean up the mess.
Ashley Moore: On to the store!
Ashley now steps on the gas, but in this city you always have something in your way. Empress clinches on the car seat.
Empress: Geez...
Ashley Moore: GET OFF THE ROAD, WANKER!
The scene ends with them waiting while a grandma walks across the street with her rollator.
