The door to the canteen swings open, and in walks Parker, gym bag slung over his shoulder, low cut gym vest with the Snake Mountain Gym logo printed across the chest, cigar in mouth, burning away, a trail of smoke behind him, a few OCW staff members turn around in their seats, interrupting their lunch to see what all the noise is about.

Parker continues his way over to the counter, mumbling to himself as he goes.


Parker : Booking me on the god damned C show, who books this crap.

He removes the cigar from his mouth as he comes to a stop infront of the lady plating up the food.

Parker : And not even the Main Event....

Dinner Lady : Hello sir, how can I help you?

Parker : I'm here for my pre-match meal, names Parker.

Dinner Lady : Ok, give me 2 seconds.

The lady goes into the glass cabinet ontop of the counter, and takes a look around, moving a few plates and tubs to the side, after a few seconds she walks back over to Parker, empty handed.

Dinner Lady : I'm sorry sir, there's no hot meals left, and nothing in the reserved section with your name on it, but I can get you something cold from the fridge?

Parker : What? Are you bloody killing me?

He walksover to the cabinet himself and looks inside.

Parker : That there, give me that.

He points to one of the plates, coverd in cling film, with a sticker ontop of it.

Dinner Lady : I'm sorry sir, but that's reserved for a Mr.Anthony Baker.

Parker : Yes I can see, now give it to me.

Before the lady can react, he reaches over the counter inside the unit and grabs the plate.

Dinner Lady : Sir, please give that back, it's not for you.

Parker : Listen lady, and listen carefully, this rookie, I'm eating his lunch!!

Man sat at dinner table : *Tut's under his breath* asshole..

Parker hears him and immediately turns round and walks over next to the man, he takes a big toke on his cigar and then he holds it out and taps it twice on the end, dropping ash into the mans food, the man looks up at Parker, who leans forward and exhales smoke into the man's face, causing him to cough and waft his hand infront of his face.

Parker : Listen here cockroach, the next time you talk outta the side of ya neck in my direction, I'll make you pick that ash up with your butthole...capeesh? 

The man slowly looks up at Parker, looks down at his food, and back up at Parker, and then nods in understanding.

Parker : I can't hear you.

Man : Yes.

Parker : Yes what?

Man : Yes sir.

Parker : That's Yes sir Mr.Stevens.

The man looks blankly at Parker, who rolls his hand at the man, as if to say 'go on'...

The man sighs deeply.

Man : Yes sir.......Mr.Stevens.

Parker patronizingly pats the man on the head.

Parker : Good boy...now, time to eat this rookies lunch.

He turns around and leaves the canteen, slamming the door behind him.

Welcome to OCW Unleashed... Partner, Parker already looking salty on his Unleashed debut?

Salty? That boy is positively floating in brine - ON WITH THE SHOW


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Seb Abbott walked into the backstage area looking for the locker rooms. The intern who Seb had given the nickname Ginger came running up to him.

Seb: Ginger! How are you?

Ginger: Ah it's Stephen and last time you were here on Unleashed Loki McGregor beat you. What are your thoughts on that?

Seb's smile turned into a grimace at the mention of the Irishman.

Seb: He wins a battle royal for the number one contender to Dennis Blacks' TV title by throwing me out the ring, the-.

Ginger: But he threw Axton Bravo out to win.

Seb glared at the red headed intern before regaining his composure.

Seb: Then he and myself face one another on Unleashed 1 where he uses the ropes to pin me 1,2,3. If the ref had any shred of decency he would have restarted the match. Now next question.

Ginger cleared his throat: Tonight you take on Andre Bla-, sorry Supreme Allah. Any thoughts on him and how will you approach this match?

Seb went over the next few words in his head before speaking.

Abbott smiled: This guy Souvalaki Halal came out at Turmoil 122 with his brother Baklava Ali and demolished Lee and Harrison. Demolished Harrison, now you don't hear that too often.

Ginger: They got themselves disqualified for using chairs. Can you tell me how you are approaching this though?

Seb: I'll punch him in the face, he'll punch me in the face. Then I'll hit the Guillotine, win and then I'm setting my sights back on Dennis and his TV championship. Now I need to get ready for my match.

Ginger nodded as Seb walked off towards the change rooms.

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Pugh paces back and forth in the ring as the electric Unleashed crowd boos him ferociously. He grins, pulls his own branded "C4" microphone out of the inside pocket of his jacket. He waves his hand a second, but the crowd refuse to shut up, so he pauses again.

Pugh: You know its rude to interupt right?

The fans boo the World Heavyweight Champion as he grins

Pugh: Unleashed. I'm here tonight with a message. A message of hope - of love. A message for our new management...

The fans boo mention of the Mugen

Pugh: I'm not gonna take up too much of your time because hell, we got plenty of matches tonight but here it goes.

Mugen...

He looks down the barrel of the camera

Pugh: When I brought you back here, you were a snivelling, arrogant little prick - its one of the things that I enjoyed about you... hell we both are snivelling, arrogant little pricks... We'll always be snivelling, arrogant pricks - its why we're brothers but Mugen...

When you try to take my success - my belongings. My dynasty. We'll have a problem. So you bring your craziness, bring your little C4-Lite... but remember when you're organising them that I made you.

I made you in Japan, I made you in Mexico - I made you in OCW. As long as there is a hole in my arse and breath in my lungs, you'll always be a sidekick. Never anything more.

Hell, your whole crew is sidekicks - Dimsmore has held more pockets than a Levi's factory worker, Bobby Minio is the only man ever to come to the main event scene by riding a World Champion's coat tails... and your little Messenger? Lets just say I know the dude under the mask and he's got a lot to learn.

Mugen, your crew - your Purge. It's a group of men made in my image. Pretenders. Guys who never did anything of note in this g'damn business... led by the biggest "nearly man" in OCW History.

If you truly think you're the man - if you wanna come to the dance, then cool... but you need to understand that when the lights come up... I'll be making out with the Prom Queen.

He pats the World Title that rests over his shoulder

Pugh: ...and you'll be pumping another load into your favourite tube sock...

An "ohhhhhhhhhhh" spreads around the arena as Pugh's Music lights up again... we fall into a commercial break as he poses with the World Title



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Ron Portman stands in the ring and applauds Smythe for showing up to Unleashed to see his first match in months. Ron asks for a microphone but Smythe already has one and he starts the conversation off. After the rain shower of boos from the crowd die down. 

Smythe: Me and Blue came down here. All the way to Unleashed just to see you Ron. You don't answer my emails or return my phone calls anymore. What happened? 

Blue: After everything we've done for you to think you would just shut us all off like this is a little disheartening. So we're here to ask why as we're clearly the only people that love you for who you are.

Ron finally gets his microphone and he paces the ring slowly before addressing the comments.

Portman: You know something... You guys were right all along. You told me to worry about myself and don't try to please these people because they're puppets and you were right.

The crowd boos Portman and the look on his face is a sure fire sign that he doesn't care what they think anymore. 

Portman: You told me to worry about myself and my family. But I didn't listen. I tried to be a person of the people for the people. But they hated the fact that I was living my dream while the rest of them were at home hating their lives. I tried to let them live vicariously through me and they booed me so much that I was taken off TV. So do you know what I did?

Smythe: You quit like the loser you thought you were but...

Portman: NO!!!! no you moron I'm here right now so obviously i didn't quit... I went to Vegas... I took the front loaded end of my contract with OCW and I bet it on black.

Blue: Good job Ron.. Always bet on black (wink!!!)

Portman: Your right and that's what I did 5 times in a row until I became a millionare... then I walked away and I realized something... I've been chosen to have a better life... I was chosen to be here and I was chosen to succeed... So here I am... but I'm not here as a gimmick... This time i'm here as the man who came to better his life and I will say this in front of everyone here tonight... I am better than any man out back, better than any man in this crowd and if not today there will be a day where I'm even better than you!!!

Ron Portman points two fists at Smythe as the mixed reaction from the crowd paints the scene for a showdown.

Smythe: Trust me when I say this Ron Portman, You are nowhere near ready to face a true legend. But I will say this, The new you sucks way less than the old you. Here's what I see Ron. The castle that I've built, Riot, is already a massive name on it's own with washed up superstars afraid to wage real war the way that Riot was intended to be. It's a stable but slowly devolving palace. I was told long ago that if you no longer identify with what you've built then you can build it again. So here I am at Unleashed. My plan is to take this show and build it. I want to build it around people like you people that want to make a name across all of OCW.

You see with a name like mine behind a show like this anything is possible. But you, you can make a career here with the blessing of myself and of Richard Blood. I will get you the support you just have to become what you say you are. The choice is yours Ron Portman and like always I can make it happen. Because It's damn hard to be this good, for this long!!!

Smythe and Blue Diamond stare down Ron before slowly backing out of the ring and up the stage ramp!!!

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The following pre-recorded segment has been paid for in full by the 5% Nation and does not represent the views of Online Championship Wrestling or any of its subsidiaries.

The scene opens with the wailing of a squeaking wheel as an elderly African American pushes a shopping cart through the morning mist rising up through the grates of manholes leading to the sewers. He stops, picking up a bag of trash and puts it into his cart before continuing on his way. A faded, rusted green sign with peeling paint confirms we on 97th Street, Harlem.

Into camera walks the 5% Nation, Rakim Ali, the man formerly known as Ashley Barker seems visibly more at home, not as phased by the squalor around him. Supreme Allah on the other hand appears agitated, outraged.

S. Allah: 
Take a look around at the jungle of your own making, take a look around at the imbalance created by the white devil.

R. Ali: 
Even now the great white hopes methods continue to suffocate the growth of our people.

S. Allah: The ancient methods may not be as evident… But now you throw images like this, like the one behind us to make it seem like you care.

R. Ali: I know all about charity, I know how it really works. Throwing some text over a bleak existence and begging people for a dollar is not charity. It's an attempt to remove the burden of guilt.

S. Allah: 
The guilt you feel is well earned, the Caucasian pandemic has ran through our people and left them sick and weak. The Lord said the meek shall inherit the Earth, but the Lord has been fashioned in the image of the white devil.

R. Ali: First you rape our culture, bleed us dry for every cent you can make… Then you rape our women, luring them away with the false promises of equality and pollute our bloodlines.

The two men turn and watch the homeless man routing through a trash can looking for a meal.

S. Allah:
 This will not continue, this abuse will end. We are not asking, we are taking.

R. Ali: We are the 5% Nation and we will restore equality and end this era of exploitation.

The scene begins to fade, the camera stalling on the grizzled face of the homeless man before the screen goes black, save for the Golden Lion symbol.


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Bray paces near the gorilla position, glaring at a nearby television advertising the main event. He takes a good, long look at himself on the screen. As he ponders, Ace appears behind him and puts an elbow on his left shoulder. She smiles as she playfully punches Bray in the stomach, much to his anger.

Bray S. Spur: Seriously?

Ace: [stammering] Well, yes! If you’re gonna be a main eventer, you gotta be tougher than that, B!

Ace motions to punch him in the stomach again, but Bray cuts her off. Ace laughs as the two begin a small struggle that eventually results in Ace being released from Bray’s grasp and slapping him behind his head. Initially unfazed, Bray rubs the back of his head.

Bray S. Spur: Damn, that was a Momma slap, wasn’t it?

Ace: Tryna lighten your mood, is all.

Bray S. Spur: There’s no point in “lightening my mood”. I didn’t get here by “lightening my mood”. Why would I want to “lighten my mo-

Ace: I get it! Alright!? Damn, Ali. You still take little ish like that seriously, though?

Bray S. Spur: This “little ish” you speak of will help me be at peace when I’m done clobbering Hashtag Hero tonight. 

Bray takes a final look at the match-up screen and takes a deep breath. He walks over to the gorilla position and requests for his arm tape. A worker hands him the tape and he begins taping his arm once again. Suddenly, one of the nearby production workers approach him, holding a clipboard.

Worker: Mr. Spur, a moment, please?

Bray S. Spur: Thirty seconds. Go.

Worker: What? Ok, see, your opponent tonight, Austin Lee, isn’t exactly available tonight, see-

Bray grabs the worker’s collar and drags him towards himself.

Bray S. Spur: What the hell are you talking about, bub?

Worker: Well-Um, um, see, he’s not here right now and we haven’t-

Bray S. Spur: Call him then! I don’t care how! Get his ass here!..... Pause!

Worker: He hasn’t responded to anyone’s calls! We can’t reach him. I’m sorry, Mr. Spur, but- but your match is-

Bray S. Spur: Shut... the hell... up... and listen... to me. I don’t care what you have to do. I don’t care who you have to call, but I’m having my main event tonight. Know what that means? BINGO! Open challenge night!

Bray S. Spur: I don’t care whoever the hell comes out. I don’t care if it’s Jackson Montgomery. I don’t care if it’s B-17. I don’t care if it’s Genital James. I don’t care if it’s Sen-Suko himself. I am having my main event, right here, right now!

Bray releases the worker.

Bray S. Spur: Now hit my music. Right. Now.

The worker nods his head and staggers away as Bray hugs Ace and whisks her back to his locker room. He marches into the gorilla position as the camera fades to black.

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