PREVIOUS RECORDED SEGMENT

(Fade to the parking lot)

(Ryan Blasier makes his way to the arena from his car. He hears a voice behind him call out his name and turns. Jared Blazer is seen on camera as he walks up to his brother)

Ryan Blasier: What the hell are you doing here?

Jared Blazer: I'm here to watch your back.

(Ryan Blasier glares at his brother)

Ryan Blasier: After all this time you suddenly want to have my back? Suddenly you're willing to actually be a good big brother and actually look out for me? You're about fifteen years too late, Jared.

(Ryan Blasier turns around to leave, but Jared Blazer grabs him by the shoulder)

Jared Blazer: If you want to be stubborn, fine. And I'll stay out of your way if that's what you want. But just in case you eventually get it through your thick skull in the near future, I'm just letting you know that I've got your back.

(Before Ryan Blasier can respond, Jared Blazer turns and walks away, disappearing off camera. Ryan Blasier continues to glare at his brother's back, then turns back and walks towards the entrance to the arena)

(Fade to the intro)

[We open to a blurring clips of the Bunkhouse as with impact we kick right into Drowning Pool’s “Bodies”]

ONE! Nothing Wrong with me!

TWO! Nothing Wrong with me!

THREE! Nothing Wrong with me!

FOUR! Nothing Wrong with me!

ONE! Something’s got to give!

TWO! Something’s got to give!

THREE! Something’s got to give!

NOOOOOOW!

LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!

LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!

LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOOOOOOR!

[We cut to the inside of the bunkhouse, dark and roaring with fans as pyro explodes along the ramp way, sound like the high octane sound of a raging Stampede as we focus out, to get a good shot of the crowd and their signs.]

WWA CAN KISS OUR ASSES!!!
DARIUS SUCKS! WE WANT JOHNNY!
BLASIER IS JARED KNOCK OFF!
TEFLON = 1 DOLLAR WHORE

Clouds: It has been over two years, since I could say this.... BUT EVERYONE WELCOME BACK!!! OCW IS BACK ON THE AIR!!!

Merchant: That is right, and unlike those other federations out there. We are going to kick this show off with a bang with our first match of the night being "Teflon" Dave Bergoin taking on the youthful sensation known as Nathaniel Black.

Clouds: Well Nathaniel Black is already in the ring. So let's bring out 'Teflon' Dave Bergoin.

Merchant: Hold up Mike, I am getting word something interesting is going on the back and our cameras are in place to see what is going down.

[The show cuts to backstage.]

 BACKSTAGE SEGMENT

[Dave Bergoin is sat in his changing room, never before has be afforded the luxury of having one of his own. He's bedecked in an old cops outfit that has it's fair share of grease stains on it, damn those hotdogs.]

[There's a polite knock at the door before it swings open and in walks Eric Ramirez, who eyes Bergoin like he should be setting up the ring.]

Ramirez: Hey man. Do you know if Dave Bergoin has arrived yet?

Bergoin Umm. Your looking at him.

{Ramirez tries to hide the shock, but well you try. The man before his has been portrayed by Jason Mezzanote as an Eric Dane slayer. In actual fact he's about 50 lbs overweight & balding.]

Ramirez: Oh really... ~mutters under his breath~ damn you Mezzonote...

Bergoin: Yeah Mezzanote is an asshole, nice to meet you I guess

Ramirez: Nice to meet you also.

[They shake.]

Ramirez: Your sure you can wrestle and let me get this straight YOU beat Eric Dane?

Bergoin: I can do my shit in the ring, and yeah I beat that jackass Dane.. once.

["Teflon" fails to mention it was Dane v Bergoin, Taverna and half of Nevada's security guard populous.]

Ramirez: Well your opening the card, these people paid god money for their tickets.

Bergoin: I'm on it

[Bergoin proudly grabs his pepper spray and rushes out the door. Leaving Ramirez cursing Mezzanote.]

Clouds: Damn this guy is running late to his debut match.

[Bergoin runs in the ring and attempts a clothesline but Black dodges out of the way and lands a spinning heel kick to the back of Bergoin's head and slams him into the corner! The crowed cheering for Black as he lays in some very stiff kicks to the back of Bergoin's spine who's cringing in pain from those shots.]

Clouds: Black is taking it right to Bergoin in the opening moments of the match.

Merchant: Yeah, It surely doesn't look like One dollar investment that Ramirez made is going to be very beneficial for the company.

Clouds: Man, I can’t believe this guy actually holds a victory over The Former Six time World Champion, Eric Dane.

Merchant: Well they say anything is possible in the sport of wrestling.

Clouds: But I am going to have to see this match to believe it.

[Black locks in leg scissors across Bergoin’s throat.]

Merchant: Black has effectively took the Bergoin off of his feet.

Clouds: Good strategy, when your opponent has you beat in the size department.

Merchant: Bergoin might have Nathaniel out matched size wise but in the skill department the jury is still out for deliberation.

[Black lets the move go on his own accord. Black heads to the top rope as the crowd ignites with excitement as he's goes for sky twisting moonsault. He leaps off but Bergoin is seen pulling up his knees!]

Merchant: This will not be pretty!

Clouds: DEAR GOD LOOK AT THAT!

Tim: Black spotted Bergoin bringing up his knees and twisted his body mid leap to land on his feet!

[Black goes for Bergoin but Bergoin levels him with a clothesline.]

Clouds: Uh oh….

Merchant: Now we might actually get to see what Bergoin can deliver in the ring.

[Bergoin shoots Black into the ropes.. BLACK bounces back, Bergoin attempts another clothesline but Black ducks behind him and dropkicks him behind the knee.. chopping Bergoin down to size.. ]

Merchant: Okay, I think I spoke prematurely.

[Black runs to the corner and leaps up top.. Black poises himself as Bergoin gets back to his feet Black leaps off nailing a flying DDT.]

Clouds: What a move by Black!

Merchant: Quite impressive, indeed.

[Black whips Bergoin into the corner. Bergoin slumping in the corner.. Black charges begins back flipping towards Bergoin...tries for a back elbow smash but Bergoin clears the cobwebs just in time to catch Black in a full nelson.. walks out to the middle and swings Black around like a rag doll.. but Bergoin harshly swings Black around we can't help but notice Black smirking.. Bergoin stops swinging and sets Black on his feet.. who then out of nowhere swiftly raises his left foot over his left shoulder nailing Bergoin square in the face releasing the hold Bergoin favors.. BLACK quickly responds by using a leg sweep putting Bergoin on his back Black runs up the turnbuckles and leaps off the top performing a corkscrew leg drop atop of Bergoin.]

Clouds: THAT WAS AMAZING!

Merchant: Black has dominated Bergoin through out the whole match.

Clouds: There’s the pin, and Referee "Maniac" Marc Duncan is making count.

One...

Two...

Kick out by Bergoin.

Clouds: Wow, Bergoin actually kicked out. BLACK is right back on the attack though.

[Black is peppering Bergoin with left and right hands.. quick and swift sidekicks to the sides.. follows them all up with a stiff kick to the left knee which brings Bergoin to his knees.. Black hits the ropes comes back and nails the shining wizard squarely in the temple of Bergoin who falls on his back...Black gets up.. walks over to the corner grabs the top ropes ... Black looks to the crowd who erupts as he leaps up to the top rope stands up and leaps off swan style and then crosses his arms as he begins to descend and nails swanton bomb on Bergoin.]

Mike: That’s it. This one has to be over.

One...

[Suddenly, an Italian vixen dressed in business suit attire hops the guardrail, and hops on the apron.]

Two...

["Referee" Marc Duncan notices the woman, and stops the count. Duncan goes over to the woman and inform her to get down the from the apron. As security is coming down to ring to grab the intruder, which causes Black to head over to the referee also. ]

Clouds: Who is this woman?

Merchant: Hell if I know, but by the looks of it. She isn’t supposed to be out here.

[Suddenly the unknown woman rips opens her suit jacket, displaying her breasts to everyone. The security officials grab her off the apron and restrain her before taking her out of the arena.]

Clouds: Looks like security has the situation under hand.

Merchant: Damn... Party pooper brigade... She was just showing us hot it is in Texas.

[Elsewhere, Bergoin moves unknowingly behind Black. Bergoin spins Black around, and showers him with burst of pepper spray... Bergoin quickly follows up with a kick to the gut. Then nails Black with his patented finisher, ‘Thin Blue Line, and goes for the pin. Duncan turns around with a confused look on his face. Seeing that Bergoin is pinning black, but goes to make the count.]

Clouds: No way this match can end this way. Black has dominated the whole match until that mysterious woman showed up.

One....

Two...

Three...

Merchant: "Teflon" Dave Bergoin has picked up his first victory in OCW.

Clouds: He cheated... Black totally outwrestled Bergoin the whole match. This match was a travesty.

Merchant: Strange things happen in wrestling. Black shouldn’t have lost focused.

Clouds: Whatever... Let’s go to a commercial break.

Commercial Break

[The show is back on the air backstage.]

BACKSTAGE SEGMENT

[Backstage.]

[The office of one Eric Ramirez, OCW owner. Seated at his desk, he seems to be perusing some files contained in your everyday manila folder, when suddenly there's a knock at his door. He glances up, the look on his face giving away the fact that he's not expecting anyone. His mouth opens to address whoever it is standing on the other side of the barrier donning his name, but before he can--]

[The door opens, and two young men enter the office.]

[One of them, the taller of the two, comes in straight away; he heads to the far side of the desk, leaving room for the man accompanying him to stand by his side in front of the desk. Dressed in loose-fitting utility jeans and a black t-shirt with the phrase "Omar Happens" emblazoned across the front, he shifts his weight over and stands leaning a little to the right with his arms crossed over his chest. His black hair is short and unruly, with a shaggy look to it. An amicable glint is seen in his emerald-green eyes, and he flashes a smile filled with pearly-whites.]

[The second man, a few inches shorter than his colleague, adopts an easy posture with shoulders slumped slightly and hands shoved casually in his hip pockets. He's clad in a powder-blue button-down shirt with the collar left rebelliously open and sleeves rolled up the elbows, and neat beige slacks. Short black hair, artfully messy, tops a youthful face distinguished by heavy-lidded brown eyes that could, in other circumstances, be interpreted as sleepy or bored, but which sparkle with some internal amusement as he grins.]

Ramirez: I'm sorry... can I help you?

Jansen: By all means, Mr. Ramirez, by all means.

Lee: We're very sorry to intrude upon you, sir.

Jansen: We know you're a very busy man, and we'll only take a moment of your time. Ah, but where are my manners? Allow us to introduce ourselves, Mr. Ramirez. My name is Evan Jansen. The young man to my left is my tag team partner, Steve Lee.

Lee: [Quick wave] How do.

Jansen: And we're the newest members of the OCW roster -- the Young Guns. But that's not why we're here, Mr. Ramirez.

Lee: No, sir. We're here on much more important business. And, if you will allow us the opportunity, we have something of a... proposition for you.

[Eric Ramirez sits back in his chair, a slight look of bewilderment creeping onto his face. He looks from Steve Lee to Evan Jansen, down to the files still clutched in his hands, and then back to the tag team known as the Young Guns. Letting out an audible sigh, he gives a quick shake of his head.]

Ramirez: Well--

Lee: Excellent! We'll make it short and sweet, Mr. Ramirez. Not to worry.

[Evan Jansen takes a moment to take a few steps forward, seating himself on the desk of Eric Ramirez. His right leg is draped over the edge of the desk, while his left leg stretches down and plants itself on the floor. He clasps his hands together in front of him, throwing a possibly disingenuous smile in the direction of the owner of Outlaw Championship Wrestling. As he speaks, Ramirez eyes him warily.]

Jansen: We're here today, Mr. Ramirez, not as an up-and-coming young tag team which is poised and ready to take over the OCW tag division.

Lee: [Interjecting] Which we're going to do, by the way.

Jansen: But we're here more as...

Ramirez: [Halts him with an upraised palm] Hold it there, gentlemen. I think I know where this is going. You're here as representatives of the Invisible Hand. Am I right?

[Jansen and Lee exchange a look of mild surprise. Ramirez nods, a faint smile curling the corner of his mouth.]

Ramirez: [Sardonic] Yes, I've seen the promotional material. Hard to avoid it if you've been anywhere near the WWA. For a man who wears a mask, your commanding officer can't get enough of seeing his own face on TV, can he?

[Evan Jansen waves his hand dismissively as if swatting a fly away from his face.]

Jansen: Listen, Mr. Ramirez. We've been keeping our ears to the ground, ourselves. And do you know what we're hearing? --Not that it'll come as much of a shock to you, I'm sure.

Lee: Surely not. How could it?

Jansen: [Leaning closer] Mr. Ramirez, a man'd have to be deaf and insensible not to hear the buzz spreading through the WWA. About YOU. About OCW. You're COMING BACK.

Lee: And that's no minor event, sir. Not at all. Not for you, of course, but definitely not for the Alliance.

Jansen: Definitely not. Don't think for a second that they forgot the black eye you gave them. You unleashed Erik Cross on the WWA. You gave the Syndicate of EVIL a base to operate from. And I'm sure we all remember a little incident involving Kakuma and the World Heavyweight Title, don't we?

[This last comment Evan accents with a curt nod and a knowing smirk. A similar expression creeps onto the countenance of Eric Ramirez.]

Ramirez: I'm sure we do. And?

Lee: The point is, Mr. Ramirez, this is a place where things HAPPEN. This is a place that stirs the pot. Kicks the hornet's nest. Jabs the tiger with a pointed stick. Pick your metaphor -- any one'll do.

Jansen: [Jabbing a thumb over his shoulder] Over in WMW, friggin' Darius Leonidas walked out of his contract so he could jump ship to here.

Lee: A former WWA World Heavyweight Champion, Mr. Ramirez. And he DEFECTED. Because THIS-- [Pointing meaningfully at the floor] --is where, he knew, the real action was taking place.

Jansen: And don't think that the suits over in the Alliance don't wet themselves a little at the notion that Outlaw Championship Wrestling might just see a resurgence, a rebirth. That maybe you'll come back and take a swing at the other eye.

[As Jansen speaks, he uses hand gestures to emphasize his words. All the while, Lee's gaze has settled on the wall above Ramirez's head, his hands clasped behind his back, as if contemplating a future seen only in his mind's eye.]

Lee: We're young, motivated people, Mr. Ramirez, and, like you, we're going somewhere.

Jansen: On the up-and-up.

Lee: And we're here to offer you--

Jansen: And OCW as a whole, really.

Lee: --our services.

[The eyebrows of Eric Ramirez rise a little as he hears this, and he quickly glances between the two men in front of him again. Absent-mindedly, he purses his lips, sitting a little further back in his chair.]

Jansen: Think about it, Mr. Ramirez. It really is the perfect time for us to get on the ground floor of this elevator, together, before it shoots for the penthouse.

[Slowly, Lee finally breaks his stare from the wall to face Ramirez again; his hands remain clasped behind his back, and a friendly, if somewhat unconvincing, smile appears.]

Lee: What it really all comes down to is this, Mr. Ramirez: we'd love to give you and OCW our official cooperation in your endeavors. And we, in turn, would love to have your cooperation in striving for our goals. A partnership, pure and simple.

Jansen: And so there it is. Any questions, Mr. Ramirez, or are you ready to accept our agreement?

[And suddenly, it's very quiet in the office -- almost unsettlingly so. Thankfully, perhaps for his own sake, Eric Ramirez breaks the silence.]

Ramirez: Listen, Evan, Steve...

[Ramirez looks from one to the other.]

Ramirez: While I appreciate your sense of, eh, initiative... I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to decline your offer. You see, gentlemen, I have a company to run, and I fully intend on running it my way, thank you very much. That means I'm going to do it without any interference from or bias towards any groups or members of my roster. Or any outside parties, for that matter. [A small smirk] Much as that might disappoint a certain attention-loving Mr. X.

Jansen: [Sliding off the edge of the desk] Sir, I think maybe you've got the wrong idea--

Ramirez: [Continuing smoothly] And besides all that, do look at it from my point of view, would you? You come in offering your services to me, proposing mutual benefits, promising elevator rides to wherever... This isn't the first time I've heard you men talk big -- you were all over TV when this Invisible Hand business got started -- but to date I haven't seen you DO anything. Words are only worth so much without something more... I don't know... substantive to back them up, huh?

[The smiles freeze on the faces of Steve Lee and Evan Jansen; though they try to hide it, their dissatisfaction is obvious. But Jansen gives a small shrug of the shoulders and bobs his head, conceding the point.]

Ramirez: So, as... flattered as I am that you thought of me, my answer is no.

[For a moment, Steve Lee and Evan Jansen just stand there in front of the desk. They glance towards each other, then back to Ramirez.]

Jansen: Very well, Mr. Ramirez. We can understand that, if that's really how you feel...?

[Ramirez again glances back and forth between the two of them, then sits back in his chair. He folds his arms over his chest, then gives a firm nod of the head. He doesn't speak.]

Jansen: Well, then. It was very nice meeting you, Mr. Ramirez.

Lee: And thank you so much for your time.

Jansen: [Slightly smirking] See you soon.

[With that, the Young Guns turn and walk out of the office, closing the door behind them. Eric Ramirez watches them every step of the way and even stares at the closed door for a few moments after they leave.]

Clouds: Well looks like Ramirez has signed his first tag team for OCW. 

Merchant: Yeah he did, but now is time to head back to the ring for some more action.

Ring Announcer: Introducing first, from Glasgow Scotland, weighing in at 305 lbs......Patrick Fellows!

(A small scattering of applause is heard, but nothing spectacular)

Ring Announcer: His opponent, from Salt Lake City, Utah, weighing in at 243 lbs.......Tanner Hill!

(Hill is greeted by a similar reaction from the fans in his debut match. He seemed to have more of the crowd behind him, though, possibly due to him being from the USA and Fellows being from over seas)

Mike Clouds: This should be an interesting bout. Tanner Hill is making his Outlaw Championship Wrestling debut tonight and will certainly want to make a good impression.

Tim Merchant: You got that right, Mike. Seems Tanner is just one of many making their debut tonight in OCW. I, for one, am excited to see these new guys in action.

(The bell rings to begin the match)

( Hill and Fellows lock up in the center of the ring, with Fellows gaining the quick advantage as he puts Hill in an arm bar. Hill takes a weak swing at Fellows, then another as he tries to get out of the hold. Fellows applies more pressure on the hold. Hill is finally able to land a forearm smash to Fellows’ head, and follows up with a right hand that staggers the big man and causes him to release the hold. Hill shakes his arm to try and get rid of the effects of the hold as he stalks in close to Fellows, who shakes his head as he, too, tries to shake off the effects of Hill’s blows)

Mike Clouds: The match has started out quite tentative. Both men seem to be a bit apprehensive, feeling each other out.

Tim Merchant: Tanner seems to be showing his rookie ring rust, not capitalizing when he had Fellows reeling from quite a solid right hand to the jaw.

(The two men lock up again, this time Hill drawing the advantage, putting Fellows in a side headlock. Fellows struggles to break the hold, finally managing to push Hill in to the ropes. Hill uses the momentum to rebound off the ropes and connect with a shoulder block, but Fellows’ extra bulk allows him to absorb the blow. Hill rebounds off the ropes a second time and attempts another shoulder block. Again it is met with the same result, as Fellows absorbs the blow with barely a step backwards)

Mike Clouds: Hill’s looking frustrated, not being able to budge the big man.

Tim Merchant: He can’t go power for power with someone who outweighs him by a good sixty pounds. Hill’s strong in his own right, but the sheer bulk behind Fellows makes him difficult to over power. He’s got to use his speed to wear Fellows down.

(Almost as if the same thought came to Hill, he attempted another shoulder block off the ropes, but as Fellows went to stand firm, anticipating the shoulder block, Hill ducked to the side and sped past him, rebounding off the opposite ropes and staggering Fellows with a running clothesline. Fellows was back up quickly, but was met with another clothesline, then a third as Hill began to take control of the match. Hill was quickly on Fellows, lifting him to his feet and whipping him towards the corner. Fellows hit hard as Hill followed him in and leveled him with yet another clothesline. Fellows slumped against the turnbuckles, his arms hanging over the tope ropes)

Mike Clouds: Tanner Hill has taken over this match and looks like he’s going in for the kill.

Tim Merchant: He was smart to utilize his speed, catching Fellows off guard. Now he just needs to wear down the big man.

(Hill straddled Fellows, climbing to the second rope and laying in to Fellows with solid right hands. The crowd counted along with each shot)

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

(The referee broke it up, pulling Hill off of Fellows. Hill retreated to avoid being disqualified, then immediately went back to work on the obviously stunned Fellows. Hill grabbed a firm hold of the ropes for leverage and landed one, then two, then three shoulder thrusts as the helpless Fellows was trapped in the corner. Hill lands a boot to the mid section for good measure, then pulls Fellows away from the corner to the middle of the ring. He stood over Fellows, holding him up by the head, but seemed to hesitate)

Mike Clouds: Hill’s trying to decide what to do next.

Tim Merchant: He’s taking way too much time. He’s giving Fellows a chance to recover.

(Hill sends Fellows in to the ropes and rebounds off the opposite ropes, landing a jumping shoulder block, sending Fellows to the mat. Hill stalks over to his opponent and measures him, landing an elbow drop to the chest. He gets up and then drops another elbow onto Fellows’ chest. Hill is quick to his feet and drops a third elbow drop, but this time nobody is home, with Fellows rolling out of the way in desperation)

Mike Clouds: I think Hill went to the well one time too often there.

Tim Merchant: That’s a rookie mistake and he’ll definitely have to learn from that as he gets more matches under his belt.

(Hill seemed to land awkwardly. He gets up to his feet first, but he’s favoring his right elbow. He lifts Fellows off the mat, but Fellows, possibly out of desperation, lands a solid elbow to the mid section. He lands a second shot to the mid section, dropping Hill to one knee. Fellows drags himself to his feet then lands a solid right to the jaw, putting all 305 pounds behind that shot. Fellows is now on the offensive, firing one more right to stagger Hill, then grabbing him around the waist and executing a belly to belly suplex)

Mike Clouds: Patrick Fellows seems to have the momentum now.

Tim Merchant: All because of a rookie mistake. For Hill’s sake, I hope it doesn’t cost him his debut match.

(Fellows lifts Hill to his feet and whips him in to the ropes. Hill rebounds off the ropes and is met with a big boot to the chin from Fellows. Fellows lands a stomp to the stomach, and then a stomp to the chest. He lifts Hill back to his feet and whips him into the corner. Fellows takes a running charge after Hill, attempting a turnbuckle splash, but Hill is able to duck out of the way, causing Fellows to go full force in to the turnbuckles. He staggers out from the corner, with Hill shaking off some of the effects from the pounding he took earlier and landing a devastating sidewalk slam on the big man, using Fellows’ own momentum to help in lifting him off the mat to execute the maneuver)

Mike Clouds: Nice counter by Hill. He had the awareness to see Fellows coming in at him and moved out of the way in time.

Tim Merchant: It’s a good thing, too. Otherwise Tanner Hill would have been squashed by a 305 pound wrecking ball.

(Hill gets down in a crouch, like a linebacker in a football scrimmage, waiting for Fellows to stagger to his feet. As Fellows stands up, Hill launches at Fellows and executes a devastating running spear, the force of the spear so strong he lifts Fellows a couple of inches off the mat with it. This draws a loud pop from the crowd, as they stood to their feet and cheered)

Mike Clouds: Hill seems to be prepping Fellows to finish him off.

Tim Merchant: Let’s just hope he doesn’t make another rookie mistake and let this one fall through his fingers.

(Hill stands ready, bent slightly in ready position, motioning Fellows up with his arms. Fellows, obviously still reeling from the spear and the earlier onslaught, shakily gets to his feet. Hill moves in for the kill, setting Fellows up and delivering a wicked cobra clutch slam)

Mike Clouds: He just nailed him with Unnecessary Roughness! Tim Merchant: Wow! That impact was so strong even I felt it in my bones.

(Hill is quick to cover Fellows as the referee gets in position)

One....

Two...

Three...!

(Bell rings)

Mike Clouds: He did it. Tanner Hill defeated Patrick Fellows in his debut on Stampede.

Tim Merchant: Apart from a couple of rookie mistakes, it was an impressive debut.

(The referee holds Hill’s arm in the air as the ring announcer’s voice blares over the public address system)

Ring Announcer: Winner of the match.....TANNER HILL!

[The show cuts to another commercial break.]

Commercial Break

[The show come back again backstage.]

BACKSTAGE SEGMENT

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[Ding.]

[Our scene comes into a locker room where Darius is suited up in his wrestling gear, which, just so happens to be a suit. He is seen opening up a small conventional microwave oven, pulling out a small box that resembles a TV dinner tray with a oven mitt. He nods happily to himself as he moves slowly over to Winston who sit down at a table where the box to the TV dinner tray sits. It has a picture of Darius Leonidas’ face on it mean mugging you. Across it reads ‘Medeteranian Cuisine’. Darius smells the steam rolling off the tray before sitting it down.]

Darius: Ah, that’s good stuff, right there..

Winston: Indeed it is sir.

Darius: Is that all you ever do?

Winston What sir?

[Darius places his hands on his hips.]

Darius: Agree with me, and then end it with sir?

Winston: Well, I mean its what you pay me for.. is it not?

[Darius thinks.]

Darius: Of course. But, say something intelligent for once.

[Winston sits up and looks at the steaming tray of food in front of him.]

Winston: Well, what exactly are you planning on doing with that TV dinner right there..

Darius: Don’t act like you don’t know Winston. You know perfectly well, what this is for.

[Winston shakes his head.]

Winston: But it’s going to scald someone’s face when you ddt them onto it Leo.

[Darius blows on the package.]

Darius: Well, I’m gonna’ let it cool off first. I just wanted to let the flavor out..

[Winston see the convenience in that and nods.]

Darius: I mean, while peas and corn will be flowing into their eyes and nostrils, I still want whoever this happens to, to enjoy every bit of its great Mediterranean taste..

Winston and Darius together: [With their thumbs up] ‘Cause its good.

[Camera cuts, but really doesn’t. Darius tosses the package across the room into the wall in a rage.]

Darius: God, I hate doing these f(bleep)ing endorsement plugs.

Winston: It’s really for the best..

[Darius points to Winston.]

Darius: Are you serious, do you know what that garbage taste like?

[Leo eyes the camera, and camera man who is still recording.]

Darius: I that still on?

[The camera shakes ‘no.’]

Darius: You son a b(bleep)ch!

[TWHACK!]

[Cut to ring-side.]

Merchant: It looks like Darius has obligated his product endorsement for the week.

Clouds: I am still little worried on who is going to receive the main course. Darius is planning on to serve.

Merchant: I bet, we will find out before the night end's, but it is time for our third match of night, and if this match is like the last two.. "The Golden God" Midas and Dominick Morgan will surely deliver.

[The show cuts to ringside with both men already in the ring.]

[Midas and Morgan start by circling the ring. Each man waiting for the other to make the first move. They lock up in collar and elbow tie. Morgan throws a couple quick knees strikes to Midas's midsection and sends in him into ropes with Irish whip. Midas bounces off the ropes and ducks under the attempted clothesline of Morgan. Then, Midas slaps on a quick sleeper. Quick as a cat Midas turns it into a inverted hanging suplex before slamming Morgan to the mat.]

Merchant: Now, That's why Midas equals "The Golden God" of Outlaw Championship Wrestling.

Clouds: I will have to admit. Midas does have some skills. But Tim, it is still to early in the match to call the winner.

[Midas picks Morgan up from the mat and Irish whips him the turnbuckle with Midas following in from behind. Morgan with cat-like agility leaps up to the top rope and nails Midas with Flying Heel Kick. Morgan follows up standing summersault drop followed by standing moonsault. Morgan goes for the cover .]

One...

Two... Kick out by Midas.

Clouds: Dominick Morgan almost had the victory right there.

Merchant: What ya talking about, Mike? Midas could of kicked out of that move at the count of one. He just took the extra second to catch his breath. That is why he is "The Golden God.

[Morgan quickly rolls off of Midas and grabs him by the hair. Morgan pulls Midas to the feet by his Jerry Only devil lock of hair as Midas screams in pain. Morgan sends Midas into the ropes, and as he bounces back, Morgan grabs Midas for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Midas, however, tries to reverse the move with a 'rana, but Morgan blocks the 'rana by locking on the standing Boston Crab! Midas pushes with his arms and rolls into the move. Causing Morgan to flip into a cart wheel back to his feet in defensive position. Morgan waits. As, Midas gets back to his feet. Morgan goes for a leg sweep. However Midas does a back flip over the leg and nails Morgan with a ridge hand clothesline to gut.]

Clouds: Some classic cruiserweight chain wrestling right there.

Merchant: That is why the OCW superstars are better than any of WWA superstars.

[Morgan bends over at the gut, and Midas grabs Morgan and pulls him in for a powerbomb. Midas pulls Morgan up, but Morgan starts to throw wild desperation shots into Midas's skull. It works, and Morgan slides over, turning the move into a sunset flip. Morgan gets a two-count, and Midas starts to reverse the roll-up. However, Morgan rolls with Midas and turns the reversal into a catapult, sending Midas throat-first onto the top rope and then flopping back onto the mat. Morgan then jumps to his feet and runs to the turnbuckle. Morgan leaps to the top of the turnbuckle and turns around, then holds his arms out in the crucifix position as the crowd goes wild.]

DOMINICK MORGAN!!! LET’S GO MIDAS!!! DOMINICK MORGAN!!! LET’S GO MIDAS!!! DOMINICK MORGAN!!! LET’S GO MIDAS!!!

Merchant: Dueling chants are ringing though out the bunkhouse arena.

Clouds: Morgan is attempting to fly!

[Midas is back to his feet, runs and nails Morgan in the gut with a stiff punch. Morgan bends over and Midas follows up with a beautiful dropkick to Morgan’s knee ...Morgan goes flying of turnbuckle and straddles the top rope.]

Clouds: DAMN!!!!! That had to hurt...

Merchant: Thank god, Morgan is womanless or his woman would have to pay the Lord a visit, tonight.

[Morgan falls into the ring and Midas goes for the pin.]

One...

Two... Kick out at 2 by Morgan.

[Midas gets back to his feet and start arguing with the referee Robin Price about the count.]

Clouds: Midas shouldn’t be arguing with Robin. He needs to keep his attention focus on Dominick.

Merchant: Classic rookie mistake...

[Morgan spins Midas and nails a wicked tornado DDT. Morgan goes to the top rope to deliver a Moonsault just as he jumps. Midas rolls out of the way, but Morgan notices this in mid-flight and lands on his feet. However, Morgan stutters back to the ropes where Midas levels the boom again and nails him to the outside with a clothesline. Quickly Midas jumps to the top rope, and awaits Morgan to get up. Just as Morgan makes his feet, Midas jumps from the Top rope Turnbuckle, to the exposed Top Rope, Spring boarding him to the outside and hitting a suburb drop kick. Sending both to the concrete floor hard. Midas gets up first, and slides into the ring holding the back of his head. While pulling out his inhaler and quickly takes a couple inhales from it.]

Merchant: WHAT A MOVE! WHAT A MOVE! A double springboard dropkick.

Clouds: But it looks like that move to some air out of Midas also.

Merchant: He just pulled out the inhaler to get his second wind.

[Morgan stumbles around a bit as Midas sees a perfect opportunity to one-up Morgan. Midas runs at the ropes, jumps to the top rope, and then springboards at Morgan with a cross body block. Morgan, out of reflex, catches Midas mid-air and hits a fall-away slam, sending Midas face and gut first into the guardrail and Morgan falling to the ground. Both men lay on the ground, catching their breath as Robin starts the count.]

Merchant: OWWWWWWWW That has to hurt.

Clouds: That what happens when high risk move backfires.

[Morgan starts to get up first as Midas is busy rubbing the marks from the bars off of his face. Morgan grabs Midas and rolls him into the ring. Morgan slides in after him as Midas pulls himself to his feet. Just about completely worn out, both men circle each other, and then lunge, locking on a grapple. Both men struggle, and Midas comes out on top with a side headlock. Morgan struggles and goes for a back body drop, but Midas does a quick back flip and lands on his feet. Morgan quickly jumps up, and the two lunge at each other again. Midas ducks under Morgan to slip behind him and lock on a Full Nelson. Out of desperation, Morgan stomps on Midas's foot, which forces Midas to release the hold. Morgan grabs Midas's head for a ¾ headlock neck breaker, but then runs at the corner, up it, and takes Midas down with an slice bread number 1. Morgan goes for the pin. ]

One...

Two...

Clouds: Midas kicks out at the last second.

Merchant: Morgan almost had Midas right there.

[Morgan quickly gets back to his feet. As, Midas slowly stands up. Morgan runs and bounces off the far side ropes. Midas out of nowhere nails a stiff kick to the gut of Morgan followed by The Midas Effect!]

Clouds: What a wicked DDT out of nowhere from Midas.

[Midas goes for the cover, as Robin Price makes the count.]

One...

Two...

Three... Morgan kicks out but he is second too late.

Merchant: After very hard fought match, "The Golden God" Midas picks up his first victory in Outlaw Championship Wrestling.

Clouds: Yeah, he did, but now it is time to take a commercial break from our sponsors.

Commercial Break

[The show comes back with both Wyatt LaGrange and Jacob Stormcrow in the ring.]

[Wyatt LaGrange takes no pity on Jacob Stormcrow. He immediately scoops him up and body slammed him down to the mat. Jacob stumbles to his feet but Wyatt stands right in front of him and Irish whips Jacob in the turnbuckle. Jacob falls into the turnbuckle with loud sounding thud and looks up to the big man with a dazed look in his eyes. Wyatt just shakes his head in disgust momentarily before he begins to put the boot to the fallen Jacob.]

Clouds: Wyatt LaGrange is surely being relentless inside the squared circle

Merchant; He sure is. He has a mean streak the size of Texas.

[Wyatt stands in the middle of the ring. Letting the fans take in the carnage that he is dishing out on Jacob. Allowing Jacob get back to his feet and somewhat clear the cow webs from his dazed skull. Jacob charges Wyatt, but...]

WYATT!!! WYATT!!! WYATT!!! WYATT!!! WYATT!!! WYATT!!!

[Wyatt counters the charge from Jacob with a nasty boot to the skull of Jacob. Jacob hits the mat like a sack of potatoes. While Wyatt runs to the far ropes and bounces off them for some extra momentum. Allowing Jacob to return to his feet Wyatt suddenly delivers a Lone Star Lariat, with authority. Jacob hits the mat…. hard.]

Clouds: Surely It’s over with.

Merchant: It has to be. No body can withstand the Lone Star Lariat.

[Wyatt goes for the cover, as referee James black does the counting. One... Two... Three...]

Clouds: Damn that was quick match.

Merchant: Well Wyatt surely knows he doesn't get paid by minute in wrestling, and he made sure everyone else knew also after his impressive victory over Jacob Stormcrow.

Clouds; Yeah he did, but I am getting word that our beloved Missy Lopez is backstage with another new signing of OCW. So Missy take it away.

BACKSTAGE SEGMENT

[Missy Lopez is backstage.]

Lopez: Thank you, Mike, I was informed to conduct an interview with a new arrival to the Outlaw family, but as you can see I am here standing alone.

[From literally no where a trim blonde appears, boy she is hot wearing a pair of pink knee high leather boots, black mini skirt and pink bikini top. Lengthy blonde locks in two ponytails and thick pink lipstick. You'd do her even if you were male and homosexual.]

[She's Amy Heartbreaker]

Heartbreaker: Listen up you shriveled old hag, I'm here and I'm the HOTTEST thing around.

Lopez (With a confused look on her face): And who might you be?

Heartbreaker: Man, you need to take some Hormones, rid yourself of those middle age 'issues' girlfriend and get over yourself. I'm Amy Heartbreaker! Former NGWA's women's champions and the hottest woman in the world.... Oh and I'm here, part of the management. I'm good with interviews too.

[Heartbreaker giggles.]

Lopez: Alright bitch, I have enough with your little attitude. Let's get one thing straight... You might be former women's champion, but as you can see I got the microphone and I am the one asking the questions. So hence, I am the interviewer. Does that compute in the space between your ears.

Heartbreaker: Girlfriend, have you ever taken laxatives?

Lopez: Huh.. What??

Heartbreaker: Who's asking the questions now, girlfriend? I've got power here, if I wanna conduct interviews I'll do so.

[Lopez is gobsmacked.]

Heartbreaker: Haha! outsmarted you there didn't I!

[Heartbreaker snatches the microphone and walks off, leaving Lopez thinking if Ramirez has lost his mind. As the show cuts back to our announcers.]

Merchant: Looks like Ramirez as just hired a new H. B. I. C.

Clouds: H. B. I. C.???

Merchant: You know Mike, Head Bitch in Charge... and her name is Amy Heartbreaker.

Clouds: Yeah things are about to get interesting around, but now is time for our last commercial break. Because up next is our main event of the evening, folks.

Commercial Break

[The show come back from commercial with all four men starting up.]

[Darius makes no haste in going after the massive Eoin, running full speed as he leaps and cleaves down the big man with a powerful forearm. Somers decides to go after Blasier but Blasier showing his speed ducks an oncoming clothesline, Somers hitting the ropes.]

Clouds: Man, these guys are hungry for some gold. They couldn't even wait for the introductions of the match.

[Winston gets on the apron, pulling on Somer’s head as he is snapped onto the top rope, the ref distracted. Darius taking the advantage with elbow drops laid right into the chest of Eoin. Somers backs up from the hanging shot as Blasier quickly downs him with a neck breaker.]

Clouds: Blasier showing some good skills here.

Merchant: Yeah, but what is Blasier doing now?

[Blasier rolls out of the ring, avoiding the train wreck that might happen as Darius lifts Eoin up to his feet. He backs him into the ropes and begins an Irish whip. Somers to his feet as Eoin comes flying towards him as Eoin stops himself, grabbing a hold of Somers by the throat. With ease he lifts him up one handed, suspending him in air as he plants him with a HUUUGE choke slam.]

Clouds: Wow, what strength ‘The Captain" posses.

Merchant: You aren’t kidding, but is wrong with ‘The One Man Show" Steve Somers. He is surely off his game plan, tonight..

[Somers appears damn near dead as Eion turns about. Darius slams a hard boot into the gut of Eoin. Darius lays in the shots to the temple, then another. With some firm strength he lifts the massive Eoin into a reverse fireman’s carry position, and appearing to set him up for the Greek Shakedown.]

Clouds: Damn, I thought Captain feat of strength earlier was impressive, but Darius’s strength is ungodly.

Merchant: Well you do know, Mike. Darius, earlier in his career was considered to be a Greek God. Maybe he called upon his strength of ancestors to pull it off.

[Darius nails ‘The Greek Shakedown’ on Devin Eoin.]

Clouds: "HE DID IT! HE HIT THE GREEK SHAKEDOWN ON DEVIN EOIN!!!

Merchant: Look, there’s Blasier.

[Darius bounces back from the impact of the move, Eoin groaning on the mat as Winston is now on the apron. Cheering Darius on to victory. Referee Fred Tyler quickly runs over to get him off. Blasier sneaks into the ring, steel chair in hand as he slams it right into the back of Darius’s skull to an uproar of boo’s... And again... And again...]

Clouds: Blasier is stealing the victory away from Darius.

[Blasier disposes quickly of the foreign object and literally snatches up Somers, and nails him with Blasier’s patented finisher, ‘MY TIME.’ Blasier makes the cover as Winston gets off the apron with worried look on his face. Knowing he cost his client the match because of his exuberant behavior.. ]

Merchant: I feel sorry for Winston once Darius wakes up.

[Referee Fred Tyler turns back to see Blasier with the cover and begins the count.]

One...

Two....

Three...

[Bell Rings]

Ring Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner…AND NEW TEXAS HERITAGE CHAMPION... RYAN BLASSSSSSSSSSIEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

Merchant: Hey here comes Jared Blazer...

Clouds: This might turn ugly. Knowing how Ryan feels about his older brother.

(Blasier raises his arm in the air, holding the Texas Heritage title aloft. He looks back at his brother, Jared Blazer, standing at ringside and motions him in the ring. The two brothers stare down each other, then after a few moments of tension filled pause, they embrace)

Mike Clouds: The brothers seem to have finally put their issues aside. Look at them in the ring. Jared Blazer looks honestly proud and thrilled for his younger brother.

Tim Merchant: I didn't think I'd see it after the animosity between the two that we've seen the past few weeks.

(Ryan Blasier motions for the microphone. He holds the Texas Heritage title in one hand and the microphone in the other, raising it to his mouth)

Ryan Blasier: Jared, I did it. I finally did it.

(Jared Blazer nods his agreement, both men smiling widely)

Ryan Blasier: ....without you.

(Without warning, Ryan Blasier hauls back and connects with an overhand right, using the title belt's weight to smash into his brother's face)

Mike Clouds: What the hell?!

Tim Merchant: I guess those issues aren't as resolved as we thought.

(Ryan Blasier drops the microphone and belt and hauls Jared Blazer to his feet. Blasier runs off the ropes and executes his finisher, My Time, on his stunned brother. He then retrieves the microphone and belt and gets on his knees over his brother)

Ryan Blasier: It's my time, dear brother.

(Ryan Blasier gets to his feet and with one last sneer back at his older brother, exits the ring to a chorus of boos and jeers from the crowd. Ryan Blasier doesn't seem to care, his arm raised with the Texas Heritage title held high as he makes his way to the backstage area)

[Ending Stampede Credits.]