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OCW’s most notable idiotic yet at least likable sibling duo are shown arriving near the backstage area by way of a rental pick-up truck. The paint’s been scraped off to hell and the engine sputters and spits as Bray takes the key out.

Ace: Tell me why we came here in this sh** stain of a vehicle.

Bray: I told you, I’m low on funds. I mean, this friggin place sent me a check of… I think it was 15 cents last month. How the hell am I supposed to afford better?

Ace: You know I’m an official attorney now, right? I’m sure I could’ve afforded something better.

Bray: Nah, you’re a millennial. You young folks like spending money on stuff like shoes and fake hair and boob implants and iPlayers and other worthless things.

Ace: Hey, these are REAL!

Bray: …I didn’t say they weren’t…nor did I mention yours specifically.

Ace’s eyes widen.

Bray: In fact, the fact that you mentioned that to me is really,... really f**king gross.

Ace: … Forget I said anything.

[B]Ace grabs her suitcase and puts her headphones in.[B]

Ace: Dragon! Dragon! Rock the Dragon! DragonBall Z! Dragon Dragon-

Bray: Kill me.

As they're walking to their locker room, Bray stops in his tracks. He stares at an OCW poster smeared on the wall, his face nowhere near on it. His face intensifies and he takes a heavy sigh.

Ace: What's up?

Bray: This ain't right, sis.

Ace: What is?

Bray: I should be on the top of my game right now. Even though I'm getting some traction, everything still feels... off. It's upsetting. Like... something's missing.... it's too quiet on this show.

As they carry on their conversation, they are interrupted an official, whose troublesome face screams that he seems to hold some important information.

Official: Mr. Horton, may I speak with you?

Bray: Can't you see I'm fu-... [sighs] what is it now? I'm not in the mood.

Official: Okay sir! Please don’t swing at me, sir.

Bray: Chill. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna threaten you. That’s the old me… Unless you give me bad news.

Official: Well, you’re in the main event tonight.

Bray: Well that’s just… what?

Official: And you’re fighting Bill Ding.

Both: What!?

Bray: Is it for the title!?

Official: No it’s not. You didn’t know about this? It’s on the website and all over Twitter.

Bray: Who gives a sh** about Twitter? But that’s alright though. Finally, I get to fight the Dingster! He’s the opponent I’ve always wanted to face! Well, aside from Jackson. Seems like a good challenge though.

Ace: A challenge? Dude, you’re still rusty as hell. Odds are, you’re gonna get clobbered out there. What makes you think you can beat Ding?

Bray: While I appreciate the “faith” you’ve put in me, believe it or not, I’ve beaten Ding before….

Ace: Where? On what day?

Bray: ...In my dreams… last year.

Ace rolls her eyes.

Ace: Seems legit.

Bray: Hey HEY! Don’t worry about me tonight. I got this! I got this… right?

She doesn’t immediately respond, instead tilting her head to the side and smirking.

Ace: Don’t die out there, mmkay?

Bray: Mmkay.

Ace: To the locker room! We gotta some work to put in so you don’t get ya ass beat.

Bray: Yes mother.

Ace: Start with a lap around backstage! NOW!

Bray: The hell?...

Ace: NOW!

Bray drops his bag and starts to jog.

Bray: [grunting] Tom and Randy are gonna have a field day with this…

Ace takes a deep breath and smiles at the official.

Ace: I’m such a good sister, aren’t I?

The worker doesn’t know how to reply, resorting to a nod of his head while she heads to the locker room.

 

 

 

The camera pans to the announce team.

Seb is back at it after getting his job back.

Can he get another W.

 

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The camera pans to the announce team.

Win it is.

Indeed.

As Turmoil came back from an ad break a video appeared on the tron it was showing what looked like a broken down gym with a guy in the ring practicing moves by himself as the camera moved towards the man a dragon tattoo can be seen along his back the man suddenly stopped beckoning the cameraman to come in to the ring once the cameraman was in the ring the wrestler moved and sat on the top turnbuckle.

Ragnarath: Welcome to my training gym now I am sure you at home are wondering what the hell is going on here? Well let me introduce you I am Ragnarath the dragon second generation wrestler what’s that you don’t know who I am? Have you been living under a rock I have wrestled all over the world Australia, Canada, Japan and now I am coming to the O.C.W to see if all the rumours are true

Ragnarath jumped back down to the mat smiling as he walked towards the cameraman before looking in to the camera Ragnarath began speaking next week Turmoil you will all see what a dragon is really capable of… pushing the camera away it would slowly fade to black.

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H2O is coming out of the bathroom appearing to be upset about something. Sgt. Cort Marshall walks into the camera shot as he stares down, H2O. 

The two lock eyes for a moment. But H2O seems a bit jittery this time. 

Cort:
 Having a quick session of choke the mormon in there to calm down before the match, Waterboy?

H2O looks behind the left side of Cort, then the right side and then behind him back into the bathroom. He does a shoulder shrug. 

H2O:
 Well, if you're going to just post up here like a bathroom towel... 

H2O wipes both of his hands dry on Cort's shirt. 

Cort is unphased by H2O’s lack of respect. He is still staring at him. 

H2O:
 I can't stand when bathrooms only have heated hand dryers. 

Cort: This may be the first and last time I will ever agree with you; but take your hands off me before I feed them to your cat.

H2O: Well, that's what I do to people who stand in my way. Don't stand in my way and I won't stand in yours. Make sure you make a mental note of that in our match tonight. 

Cort: Don’t worry your pretty, sadly underdeveloped little head about that. I won’t even need to tag you in to beat those two jellybean-coloured clowns into a teal and purple smoothie. Just stay on the apron and look what you consider “good” for the camera, and we’ll both come out winning. Call it detente.

H2O pats Cort on the chest. He then looks at his hand in disgust. So he shakes his hand dry again after touching his moist shirt. He walks away leaving Cort standing there.

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