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The scene opens up to the loud combination of people yelling, TVs and babies crying. The camera opens up to Mugen sans facepaint who is fidgeting around in his seat trying to find his comfort sweet spot.

Overlord: These wooden and metal chairs of hell. You know, I could have secured better dinner reservations...Give me an hour we could be at Gramercy Tavern, they reserve a table for me at all times. Hell, we could go back to my restaurant.

B-17: No one eats at Gramercy anymore. This is where the new money comes.

Mugen frowns and looks around at his surroundings. As the camera zooms out we realize that the two are seated in the corner of a Buffalo Wild Wings.

B-17 leans back, he is incredibly overdressed for the surrounding wearing a trim pinstripe Calvin Klein suit that screams rich, without actually being rich.

B-17: I brought you some Tom Ford skin care products. I assume that face paint has to cause some unsightly blemishes.

Mugen: My skin is silky smooth thanks to coconut oil, aloe vera, and the tears of children from Drago’s village.

B-17: I assume the tears are of joy for liberating them from peremptoriness.

A grossly overweight waiter with large boils on his face stops by to finally take the orders of his guests.

Waiter: Hello, my name is Chip and…….

B-17 looks up and gives a shout. His body goes rigid and he fixes his stare forward. Mugen looks on in amusement.

B-17: Chip! Do you think you could drag your fa...How about...Chip...you..., I’d like to request another waiter, please!

B-17 begins to breathe heavily as Chip waddles away. He talks a large gulp of water that spills over onto his chin. After a few moments another waiter comes over, she was much less heavy, and much less disgusting. She looks bemused.

Waiter: Can I--

B-17: CAESAR SALAD, PLEASE!

The waiter did her best to hold a back a laugh: Of course, sir. As a VIP customer, anything you want. We’ve been soooo happy to serve you six times in the past month…

B-17 doesn’t seem to hear or pick up on the sarcasm: Yes, of course. I’d be happy to give you an autograph! B-17 forces a toothy, disingenuous smile.

Mugen: 6th time really? Whatever. Lemon pepper wings. Boneless. IF I FIND A SINGLE BONE IN THE WINGS LIKE THE ONE TIME I ORDERED YOU HEATHENS FOR TAKE OUT. I WILL GO INTO THE KITCHEN MYSELF AND BREAK EVERY BONE OF YOUR COOK. UNDERSTAND?

Waiter: Uh...uh…..yes sir.

She doesn’t dare to tease The Cosmic Entity of Mugenta.

Mugen: Fantastic. Now, be gone.

Mugen waves off the waiter as she runs into the kitchen to deliver the order. Mugen tidies up his custom made Armani suit as he looks back at B-17.

Mugen: Nice suit.

B-17: Thank you...custom made. Egyptian cotton.

Mugen: Great work on The Transporter 4, I hear it’s doing well in Thailand. As for that unfortunate incident with that woman...Do you require assistance?

B-17: No. She hasn’t woken from her coma yet.

Bingo’s left eye twitches.

Mugen: Now what else do you have lined up? I assume my people have been providing you with plenty of leads?

B-17: They could be doing better. Nothing has jumped off the pages for me. That Battlefield Earth remake was tempting....Then I saw the original.

Mugen: Really? You didn’t like the script for Taken 4?

B-17: Liam Neeson decided to return.

Mugen: Not even for Law and Order: DIY?

B-17: Not enough action for me.

Mugen: Hm, alright. I’ll get them to find some more scripts for you. Anything else you want to tell me tonight?

B-17: As a matter of fact….

B-17 reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gold business card holder. He removes one of the cards from the holder and places it directly in front of Mugen.

B-17: New card, what do you think?

Mugen: Oh?

Mugen picks up the card and examines it quickly.

Mugen: I do enjoy the cardstock you used here. The font, it’s familiar….

B-17: Silian Braille

Mugen: Ah, right, right.

B-17: You see how it glitters? That’s real gold flecks in the paper. I’ve spared...no expense.

B-17 shivers in anticipation as Mugen observes the card.

Mugen passes the card back: I got a new one too.

Mugen reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a blood diamond card holder. He clicks it open and slides a slim metallic card over to Bingo.

Bingo’s shaking hands reach out and pick up the cards. He lets out a soft moan.

Mugen: That’s real recycled metal from the Apollo 11 Lunar Landing Module, Eagle.

B-17: ….Oh...It’s bea--But the module was left on the Moon…

Mugen: Yes, I’m aware of this.

A blue light projects from the center of the card. A hologram of Mugen appears and the voice of a woman begins to narrate: The Lord of the Lariat, The Emperor of the Enzugiri, The Suplex Savior, Baron of Bodyslams, and most importantly, the Overlord of OCW, Mugen. His defeat of Drago is legendary. The founder of C4 Branding Agency can be reached at 00110110 00111000 00111000 00100000 00110010 00110000 00110010 00110000. Alternatively his secretary’s secretary can be reached at hootcretary@hausofhoots.com.

The hologram clicks off. Bingo slides the card back slowly. He stands up. He's shaking and sweating excessively. His his eyes were squinted and strained.

B-17: Excuse me...I have to return some DVDs.

Mugen frowns as B-17 exits. A moment later the waiter returns with their order. She places the Caesar Salad in front of B-17’s vacated spot and the wings in front of Mugen. He pick up one, his eyes go wide.

Mugen: There. Is. A. Bone. In. This.

Shocked the waiter can only stutter an apology.

Mugen: Excuse me. I have an Imugenation to deliver.

The scene fades out as we hear a loud commotion, women screaming and Mugen yelling “BONELESS YOU MINDLESS IMBECILE. HOW DO YOU SCREW UP AGAIN”.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Watching that made me hungry.
	Can we get a dominoes on speed dial over here?

	Hey we're live. Hello and welcome to Turmoil ladie's and gentleman.
	I am Randy Rice.

	And I am Tom Sanders.
	Oh dear, she's here! That means we got trouble!!!

Turmoil’s Queen of mean paced around the ring with the OcW Television title draped over one shoulder, and a mic in her hand. She could hardly hide her smile, having been set free from the psych ward almost one week ago. Only when the jeers started to die down did the Queen grace Rush TV with her heavenly voice, to complement her heavenly body.

Madison: Almost a month ago, The Clash was stolen from me by the return of the ever so fraudulent R.D. Money.

Madison rolls her eyes as the crowd erupts into chants in support of the Hall of Famer.

Madison: He ridiculed my childhood, caused me to get locked away over a misunderstanding, disrespected your King, and refused to fight like a man should when he's challenged to a duel. Yet...you people still cheer for him.

The crowd continues to chant for the Hall of Famer. Her frown became a wicked smiled.

Madison: In honor of Black history month, I’m going to let you all relive the days when slaves were beaten when they failed to meet expectations. Ohhhhh! The look of those uncomfortable faces in the audience.

The camera pans to audience members looking beyond uncomfortable.

Madison: Turmoil 150, Dennis Black and B-17 had some rather interesting stakes added to their match. Dennis’s victory resulted in him getting to choose any opponent he wished on the Turmoil roster. Seeing as how I speak for the King…

She places the Television title on her other shoulder.

Madison: TJB, you've made quite a name for yourself, getting recognized for your Father’s hard work rather than your own. Well tonight, you're going to get reenact the famous scene in Roots where kunta kinte gets disciplined.

The crowd starts to boo the blonde loudly.

Madison: You've been chosen to stand before the altar of The White Queen for a ceremonial sacrifice. I hope you're watching tonight, R.D. You have no one to blame for TJB’s destruction but yourself. For the sins of the father are to be laid upon the children!

The scene comes to close with a close up Madison staring into the lens with hateful eyes.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	She's a monster!
	I wonder what Mr Bentley must be thnking about this.

Lil' Hudsy is on his way to the ring when Stacy Clark stops him to ask a few questions.

Stacy: Hudsy, you are just about to face Joe Zhivago. Surely you are keen to finally get your first win?

Hudsy:
I've faced Wrex and Loki and been in a fatal four,
And every single match, the rules have been hardcore,
I'm fed up taking chair shots, I'm desperate for a win,
Lord, am I being punished, for my life of previous sin?

Stacy: As well as your inability to win a match, you have also had to deal with Jeremiah Tully, who appears to have the upper hand over you. Care to discuss?

Hudsy:
I don't like being spat on, or strangled with your towels,
I'm a kick your teeth so hard, you will only speak in vowels,
Now please excuse me Stacy, if that's all you've to got say,
You think your being helpful, but your just getting in my way.

A worked up Hudsy abruptly ends the interview and makes his way towards the ring

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That's true and tonight he now has to fight Joe in a extreme rules match.
	Well Regan did tell us that the Hardcore division is taking over Turmoil.

	He did, I am being told that this match will be next.
	Time to find out who's more EXTREME!

(Hardcore Division/Extreme Rules!)

Lil' Hudsy

vs

Joe Zhivago

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Now that, that was EXTREME!
	DJ Chino's famous words.

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