Madison Cox

Captain.

Got played by Austin. Thought he was going face for a minute. Good stuff.

Aw sweetie, you're concussed. Let me remind you of something. http://www.ocwfed.tv/recapshow/turmoil/2016-09-16/Black%20v%20tyler.mp4

What a silly little jester you are! Talking about careers like you have one.

Dennis Black vs....whoever the HELL this guy thinks he is! I won't let Dennis stop kneeing him until I'm bathing in his tears, shame, and blood! Make the match.

The Queen wishes to put a bag over your terrible spelling. Tut tut!

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http://i.imgur.com/SAF5nOh.jpg White is right! Just ask KD. #BlackKingBayBay!

http://afgdistribution.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/1000x/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/d/t/dt91extra2_2.jpg Oh we know...

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Your Queen approves of the intro music choice.

Dennis sat on the edge of his side of the bed wearing nothing but his OCW boxers and Matsuda slippers. Why Matsuda had a brand of slippers remains a mystery. He took deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves. The wait was killing him. Not even a set of push ups; sit ups, and jumping jacks cold calm him. So he ran in place, hoping to break a sweat. The time had finally arrived. Nothing could ruin his readiness, other than the site of Madison entering the room wearing nothing at all… Other than her Pugh ‘Those are some Meaty Tits’ T-shirt. He sighed loudly. Madison: ...Why are you doing that? Dennis: Why are you wearing that? Madison: I'm a fan. Dennis: Why! I feel like we've had this argument before. Madison walks over to Dennis playfully pulls on his hair. Madison: This is your night. All about you, My King. Just say it...assertively. What do you want? Dennis made his voice deep, like Nate Ortiz deep. Dennis: A blumpkin. Madison: ...What? Dennis: A blumpkin. I don't know what it is. But, Seb said you're the type that would. Madison: I… Madison shrugged. Madison: Sure I guess...why not? Let me just google it first. No idea what the hell that is. Sounds pretty urban though. Madison folded her arms and slowly lifted pugh’s meaty tits shirt (available oat hauseofhoot.com) over her head, revealing…the royal meaty tits. The most expensive and most downloaded chest in OCW history. Dennis immediately dove his face in between them. Madison rolled her eyes while reaching for her phone. The phone rang before Madison could even begin her google search for the elusive blumpkin tutorial. Madison: Seb, I have your number, but I don't want you having mine. Versus: That's not how that works. Madison’s skin became cold as ice. Versus: Is Denwin there? Madison: Yes… Versus: Can he hear me? Madison: …No. Versus: Good. I'm coming home. Madison pushed Dennis’s head away as he continued his attempts of pawing at her. Madison: S-such wonderful news… Versus: Thanks for telling Jack to take care of me. Boy did he ever! Saved my life. Madison swallowed. Madison: I see...also, great news. Versus: Attempted Murder doesn't mean much in Tibet. But New York?! Man...I'd hate to see you in an orange jump suit. But orange IS the new blek, yea? Madison immediately fell to her knees. Dennis stared at Madison, confused, annoyed and blue balled. Versus: I wonder what Nate will say? KD might want to bury you in an urban garden! Or maybe I'll just go to the police? What would poor Dandelion say? Madison: Vers… Versus: But I'll keep this between us, for now. For how long and if it ever gets out depends on you, Queen Cox. Madison: I... Versus: Now that I'm back with our three newest members, things in Revolution inc. are about to get interesting. Tell Doug I said hi, see you soon. Madison screamed loudly as she threw her cell phone at the wall. It shattered on impact. Dennis: ...Okay so, all you had to say was that you didn't want to do the blumpkin. Madison trembled with anger and stormed out of the bedroom, leaving poor Doug as the eternal Virgin of OCW for a little while longer... http://peteevanschefcaricature.ghost.io/content/images/2015/08/fin.jpg

Madison: Thank you for your generous donation, Mr. Sensation. Dennis: My pleasure, Alotta Poosay. Dennis squeezed his hand around her waist, causing her to look up at him. Most of the patrons kept their distance from the two during their dance. After McFatty was carried out in a double wide stretcher, the evening’s events resumed. Madison did her best to hold back a laugh. Madison: Who does a wrestling maneuver at a charity ball. A Finisher...their own finisher, at that? Dennis: Well Ofcourse I used mine. People tend not to get up from mine. Should I have used a Flapjack? Had to happen. He disrespected you. Madison: Even still… Dennis: Doesn't Matter who or what, I'll always protect you. Madison: Easy to say here and now… His hold on her became tighter, to the point where she was in pain. The pair stopped when the music did. Dennis: I’m a man of my word. You come before everyone else. And it will be same for you from now on. I'm not telling you what I want...I'm telling you how it is, Madison. Do we have an understanding? Madison: We do… Dennis finally releases her and looks to the exit. Dennis: But for now...how we do get out of here? I don't exactly have half a million dollars. Madison: And one cent. Dennis: Half a million dollars and one cent. Madison: Easy, I took tubby’s wallet earlier when I pinched his ass. Much sanitizer was needed. Dennis: We can't do that… Madison: The man you are tonight most certainly can steal half a million Dollars and buy a car...and a painting. Dennis: Why do the purchases keep escalating?! Madison: Are you really going to let guilt over some stranger’s platinum card prevent you from finally sleeping with me? Dennis rubbed his chin. Dennis: So where do we pay for this auction???

Jack: Holy shit you really are God? Versus: I’m no Nate Ortiz, but I get by, oh I get by. Jack: Then where the fuck have you been?! Do you know the mountain of bullshit I’ve had to climb trying to please you? Versus: If it makes you feel any better it did please me. Here, feel these nipples. I’m one happy camper. Jack: The beatings, the violence, this journey… why? What’s it all been for? Versus: Shit man I don’t know. Why do we do anything in life? Women? Ratings? Jack: So it’s all pointless? Versus: I wouldn’t call it pointless! I mean I’m omnipotent and I choose to hang out with you guys instead of those stuffy pricks upstairs. That’s pretty cool right? Right slugger? Jack: Really? All of this time and this is what you have for me? Versus: I mean, I’ve got some weed too… Jack: Wait, we can get high in this form? Versus: Dude, you’ve never been high until you’ve been ghost high. Jack: I’m still angry ya know. Versus: I know champ, I know. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Versus pulls out his patented vape pen and the two men proceed to get “ghost high”. Versus: Well? Jack: I can taste color. I can see emotion. I can smell light! Versus: Right?! Pretty cool huh??? Jack: Dustin would love this… Versus: You want Dustin in on this? No problem! Versus snaps his fingers and magically a visage of Dustin White appears. Dustin: Whoa! You two are ghost high aren’t you? Jack: How do you know about that? Dustin: Psh I get ghost high on the reg. Versus and Dustin high five. Versus hands the vape pen over to Dustin who breathes in deeply, Dustin: Duuuuudes! I bet Seb would love this! Versus snaps his fingers once again and Seb Abbott’s visage appears. Seb: You pikey cunts have been getting ghost high??? Pass that shit! Jack: You know about this? How? Seb: Dustin told me. Dustin passes the pen to Seb who takes a few hits. After all four men are sufficiently high Seb looks to the guard who still has a knife to Versus’s earthly form. Seb: So what do we do about Chop Stick over there? Dustin: Hey, doesn’t Jack like have a hidden pistol or something? I remember Madison put it in there to “handle Versus”. Wow man, she must be able to see the future! I wonder if she’s a god too? Seb: Nay, she’s just a miserable twat… Versus: Handle Versus? She wanted you guys to handle me??? Dustin: Yeah but like Cactus isn't here so we don’t really handle guys anymore... Versus: That stupid, stupid, stupid, spoiled, miserable, stupid, ungrateful, slutty, stupid, stupid, stupid little girl…. In a fit of a divine rage, the visage of Versus walks over to Jack’s chair and pulls out the hidden pistol. Versus: Handle Versus, I’ll show her handle Versus… The visage of Versus takes the pistol and walks over to the knife wielding guard. He empties the clip into the man’s frozen body before throwing the gun on the ground. Versus: Handle me… I’ll show her handle me… C’mon, we’re getting out of here! Versus once again snaps his fingers and the scene returns to normal with the exception of the bullet riddled guard now at the feet of Versus. Seb runs over to Versus and unties him. Versus: Who has a phone?! I want to talk to her right now! As the men scramble to find a phone, a miracle begins to occur in the corner. Jack: Guys… The cast around Jack begins to crack, a glowing light emitting from beneath it. As the cast crumbles away Jack begins to move his arms and head. Gaining more motion, Jack stands, on his own power from his wheelchair. Dustin: So cooooooool! Seb: What’s happening? Versus: Healing light of the lord, blah blah blah. Phone! Who has one? As Jack continues to discover his new found motor skills, Seb finds a phone and hands it to Versus. Versus: You guys are with me now. The Revolution needs men like you. Now let’s give that floozy harlot a call.

The camera shifts to slow motion and the classic song Adagio For Strings begins to sadly cry over the carnage we're about to witness. .The guns slowly roar into action, the visuals moving so slowly you see every individual recoil from each shot fired. The guards of the poppy processing facility are seen running valiantly towards the club's position. We cut to a closeup of a guard's leg as a bullet enters and cleanly exits. The snap of bone is heard over the chilling strings of Adagio. The camera cuts to a guard suffering three shots to his chest in rapid succession and falling to the ground. Another cut occurs, this time to a closeup of another guard taking to two shots to his gut, the intense pain etched across his face. The camera now swings to Jack, wide eyed, truly alive for the first time in weeks, a smile sneaking onto his face as his guns continue to roar. Jack spins his chair, mowing down another group of five guards clustered together, their blood splattering against the poppies they were sworn to protect. The camera swings to Seb, who slowly blinks, as his jaw opens in wonder. Our shot pans over to Dustin, who is pumping his hands in glee. Jack, still on the offensive swivels to his right and unleashes another barrage into the moonless night. A dozen guards meet their fate as the bullets rip through flesh and bone. Their screams pierce the already haunting scene, as the futility of their situation becomes more apparent. Jack swivels once more, taking aim at another cluster of guards. We zoom in as poor man's head explodes, a quick cut to a man as his large intestine begins to exit his body, another cut to a man who takes over a dozen shots to his torso alone. The camera zooms out as the remaining guards turn to run. As the music hits its crescendo, Jack squints and his computer generated voice comes to life. Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483470166705.mp3 Jack unleashes his guns once more, shooting the remaining men in their backs as they flee. The music ends, Seb and Dustin stare at their crippled leader in awe. Dustin: They.... they're all dead... You just killed like thirty people! They could have been forgiven man! The camera zooms in closely on Jack as his computer speaks once more. Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477730420.mp3 Seb, still slightly stunned, takes out a cigarette and begins to smoke. Seb: Welcome back Jackie boy. The group regains their composure and heads for the main compound that surely houses Versus. As the men get to the entrance, Seb and Dustin take up point on each end of the door. Jack, feeling invincible with the cripple cannons, sits in the middle of the doorway. He gives a nod as Seb reaches into open the door. Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477783936.mp3 As the door flies open, the cripple cannons leap to life once more. All we see is a thick cloud of smoke, all we hear are the screams of the occupants inside and the buzz of the machine guns. After a seeming eternity, the guns fall silent as Jack feels assured he's dispatched all of the threats. Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477835462.mp3 Jack begins to spin in celebration once more, his computer generated voice box beeping and chirping in triumph. The men enter the room where they see the legend himself, Versus, being held at knife point by the lone remaining guard. The guard is trembling with fear, clearly not in the best head space. Jack lines up the cripple cannon. Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483492212553.mp3 Versus closes his eyes in sheer terror, the guard lets out a visceral scream. Jack releases the cannon one last time to no avail. He continues to fire the cannons but nothing happens. Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483492705928.mp3 The guard, realizing he’s alive and once again in command, begins to laugh maniacally. Guard: Big American think he come to my country and spread his rerigion? Not on my watch! Versus: For the last time, I wasn’t trying to spread a religion! I was just looking for a telephone! I’m not even supposed to be here today! Guard: Quiet American dog! You and arr your rittre friends think you soooo smart don’t you? Werr rook who’s in charge now! The camera freezes everything on screen except Versus and Jack. Both men’s auras step out of their bodies and into the middle of the room. Jack’s aura is standing, looking as if the beating laid upon him by Malu and the Butcher never happened. There amongst the frozen chaos, the two hazy visages of our heroic protagonists begin to converse. Jack begins to speak with his regular voice for the first time in weeks.

VI Tibetan Killing Fields - Nightfall With little moon cover, a Chinese military chopper comes onto screen over the poppy fields where Versus is being held as the theme song from Miami Vice kicks in. Dustin and Seb easily repel down from the chopper. Jack is pushed out of the helicopter over a large, plush hay bell. As Jack falls, his voice box crackles. Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477215855.mp3 The members of the club gather themselves together and begin their assault on the compound. Seb immediately starts to army crawl through the fields, and Dustin follows suit. Stealth was of the utmost importance! Dustin asks why there were crawling through dirt and drugs. Jack did his best to remain stealthy, as he and his wheelchair were covered in shrubbery. Seb: Isn’t this your normal routine, mate? Dustin: Sorta. But english dirt leaves me feeling less dirty. Seb: How is that even possible? Dustin: Electrolytes. Seb: ...What? At that moment, Jack’s phone begins to ring from one of the many pouches in his cripple carriage. Seb curses under his breath while crawling over to Jack’s wheelchair. Seb: Why do you have so many pockets?! And Why isn’t it on silent? Seb shuts the phone off after finding it in one of the pouches. Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477254316.mp3 Dustin: He’s got a good point, Seb. And you’re being too loud. This is a stealth operation! Dustin’s cell phone suddenly rings, and of course...he answers. Dustin does more than answer, he puts the caller on speaker phone. It was the Queen herself. Madison: Dustin? Seb and Jack angrily motion for Dustin to hang up. He waves back at them. Dustin: Hey, your highness. How’s it shakin? Madison: WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU ALL BEEN?! I’VE BEEN CALLING JACK FOR DAYS! Seb facepalms. Madison: HAVE YOU FOUND VERSUS? WHERE IS JACK? Seb: Hang up! Madison: IS THAT SEB? WHERE ARE YOU?! Dustin: Where are we? Um. Dustin stands up in the center of the poppy field and looks around. At that moment, a spotlight immediately shines on our heroes. Seb: Bugger… Dustin: We are on a stage, boss. Definitely on a stage. The sound of foot steps and fire arms being loaded are heard in the distance. Dustin quickly closes his cell phone and looks to the club. The phone rings again, causing Seb to stand and toss the phone after snatching it from Dustin. Dustin: What if she needed us? Seb: To identify our bodies? Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477334995.mp3 Jack rolls forward, arming his cripple ready machine guns. Seb: Is that really the best idea? They could be the police. Dustin: Or ninjas. Seb: We wouldn’t hear ninjas, Dustin. Definitely the police...or drug dealers. Dustin: Man... FUCK THE POLICE! Drug dealers would be cool, though. Seb and Dustin look to their disabled friend for guidance. Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477365220.mp3 Seb and Dustin dive out of Jack’s way (in dramatic fashion) as the cripple ready machine guns come to life. Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477647948.mp3

McFatty: Isn't she wonderful? Dennis: Ah...Oui Oui. Madison: Mr. Sensation, what a pleasure to meet you. I am inspired by your Father’s work ethic and success in the wrestling world. Your sister married well...sort of. How on earth are you here all alone? Dennis: Too busy working on replacing my Father, I suppose. Tiffany was too busy making babies. Madison: That's a shame, too much ambition leaves very little time to play. Madison let the last sentence linger some to see his reaction. Madison: Your Father has done well, though. I hope he invests in Dennis Black. That young man is a machine. I bet he could just go...and go...and go… Madison looks to McFatty: He never tires. You should watch Turmoil. He's exhausting. Truly semen unlike any other. McFatty: You mean specimen, doll face. Madison looks to Dennis, grinning: Apologies. English is my second language. McFatty cleared his throat. McFatty: Alright alright enough about Sensation’s son and this Dennis Black, feller. Making me jealous. Madison pinched McFatty’s backside and sauntered off. Dennis narrowed his eyes as she walked by him. McFatty: What a piece of ass, she is. I'm gonna win her tonight. You'll see. Dennis: Win...her? The lights in the massive ballroom dimmed as the speaker approached the stage. Dennis returned to his seat unknowing that the festivities were truly about to begin. Announcer: It is now time for the popular event of auctioning a dance off. All proceeds will be given to the Scottish lives Matter movement. The number of Scottish suicides in New York is rising at an astronomical rate. I mean who cares about the Scottish? This is a tax write off. Announcer: All of the beautiful ladies will line up and then be introduced for bidding! One by one, the women stepped forward to be bid on and they then stepped down to join their respective companions for the evening. His eyes glanced from Madison to his Sun Chips and then back to her trying to maintain a casual appearance. She stepped forward in her black dress, her smile and eyes gazing to all sections of the ballroom. She had a confidence about her. This wasn't her first time. Announcer: This is Alotta Poosay. Madison: It's French. This made the crowd laugh. Announcer: She enjoys watching Housewife reality shows, Glenn Beck, Fox News, long walks on the beach, and frolicking in meadows. The speaker lowered his voice at the last part, giving the crowd time to laugh. Dennis rummaged through his pockets. He was flat broke from the amazing Devil’s Night entrance. He shouted out ‘twenty!’, which caused an uproar of laughter.

Dennis arrived right on time. Security allowed him into the over sized home without so much of a glance. Upon entering the ballroom, he scanned the crowd for his would be companion, but she was nowhere to be found. Though he did take notice of a stage. The crowd of masked guests was only growing, and the young man was already feeling overwhelmed. He sat down next to a man that was bragging about his conquest from the night before. After he finished showing off for his group of friends, he turned his attention to Dennis. He smelled of cigarettes and women that Seb Abbot spent his free time with. Braggart: We hardly see any Mexican business owners here. What's your name, boy? Dennis’s brow raised: Mexican? Boy? Braggart: Sorry I've had a few. Let me make it up to you. You point to any piece of arm candy in here, and it's yours. Dennis: I'm not hungry, and I have no idea what arm candy is. Is that like those candy necklaces The braggart placed his arm around Dennis after lighting a cigar. Braggart: You've got a sense of humor on you son, I like it. So let's start over. How is your business holding up, Mr…? Dennis hesitated, obviously not having even thought of who he would be for the evening. The Braggart gave Dennis an expectant look. Dennis: ...........Sensation...Douglas Sensation. Several people stopped what they were doing and turned to glance in Dennis’s general direction. There were whispers of ‘Sensation this’ and ‘Sensation that’. Dennis muttered to himself, having no idea how well known in New York City Mr. Sensation truly was until now. He heard a smoker’s cough, and a deep voice bellow behind him. Dennis rolled his eyes at the Braggart before standing and offering his attention to the deep voice behind him. His annoyed demeanor changed instantly at the site of the couple. The overweight man that wanted his attention offered Dennis his hand. Beside the tub of lard was a leggy blonde. Her makeup, dress, and matching mask to Dennis’s own fitted perfectly. Dennis shook the man’s hand while eyeing Madison. Fatty McFat: I see you and doll face here have similar tastes, Mr. Sensation. I didn't know he had a son. Sad state of things to hear about your family losing OCW to an employee. Quite embarrassing, actually. I'd ask how business was doing but... Dennis: Business is doing well. Season eleven was OcW’s most profitable year, ever. Largely in part to the injection of youth on our roster. As for the change in ownership...who better to make us more financially sound than an Asian? My father will take the company back on his own terms. Dennis shifted his attention back to the blonde next to McFatty even as McFatty continued to speak. McFatty: Spendid! Allow me to introduce you to my future conquest for the evening, Alotta. Dennis blinked at Madison, giving her a ‘really’ look. Dennis: Alotta…? Madison: Poosay, its French...

V Back in New York City... With a small velvet case in his hands, Dennis stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows looking over the nightlife of New York City in a daze. His ears were ringing. The colors infiltrating his bedroom created a beautiful haze around him. The scenery had no effect on him, for he had other things on his mind, like what adventures would the night bring him. Madison was also on his mind, per the norm. Though he protested, Madison insisted that the two attend a party, separately. The one sided argument was still fresh in his mind. Dennis: Madison, you've had some bad ideas before. But this… Madison: Is this about Dubai? Get over Dubai… Dennis: I just don't see the appeal. We’ve got bigger things to worry about. We haven’t heard back from Jack, Dustin, and Seb in days, Madison. Days. Why are we doing this? Why are we going separately? Dennis asked, smacking his hand down on the table Madison was seated at. The man could actually feel a vein throbbing in his neck from anger. Her smirk only infuriated him more. Dennis: Look, I'm sorry. With all due respect - The Queen of Turmoil slides a velvet box across the table to him. Madison stands, shakes her head, and goes to leave the room without letting him finish. Dennis: Does this mean you're listening to reason? Madison turns around laughing to herself slightly. Madison: We don't have much in common. But the things we do share are stronger than anything I've ever experienced. Our passion for wrestling and our need to become someone else once in awhile. Our desire to escape who we are. Who does it better than us? Tonight, i’m looking for an escape. I don’t want to hear about Revolution Inc. or Versus. Madison: And besides...Dennis Black isn't ready for Madison Cox. He does not have the will nor presence to bend Madison Cox to his will. Therefore, you are attending this event because you have to show me you can be what I need. Dennis blinks at the leggy blonde. Madison: I ache for you. I ache for the man you've shown me glimpses of. The possessive, obsessive, aggressive...and at times… downright scary man you keep trapped in your core. Bring him out tonight. I want The Black King. He has what it takes to claim me...or someone else will. That much is up to you. Come find me. She winks and then leaves, her hips sashaying as she does so. “And don't forget the mask. They won't let you into the masquerade without it.” She said. Dennis shakes himself back to the present time. His head was throbbing from over thinking his predicament. Dennis: What would Versus do? Yea, he’d go. Maybe. He opens the velvet box that Madison left for him. The black feathered mask was his ticket to the event. On top of it was an index card that said nothing more than ‘Be Sensational.’

Three days later... Our scene reopens inside a secret, underground, Chinese military base on the outskirts of Tibet. Inside the base's state of the art medical facility we see Jack, in a somewhat improved condition. He's in a more modern, electric wheelchair. He also has a Stephen Hawkingesque computer voice generator. As an added bonus, Seb and one of his new Chinese friends are attaching a pair of machine guns to Jack's wheelchair. Seb: There, little guy. That should help with...something. Later. Maybe. I have no idea. Dustin: COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL! How do I get one of those?! Seb turned turned to his other mentally handicapped companion. Seb: Get crippled. You don’t want that, do you? Dustin: Might be nice. Good parking spots. One of the officers at the base approaches the club with a thick file. Soldier: This is all info we have on one you carr Versus. He was spotted at a known poppy processing compound north of here. Many rocars say he spread word of new god. Make many uncomfortabre. Opium dearers very dangerous. No raws. No honor. Seb: So we just go bust up a bunch of china white junkies and save the day. No problem. Soldier: Very dangerous men. Journey full of perir. Seb: You mean peril? Soldier: Aye, many great perir between you and Versus. Before the conversation can continue, a single round is discharged from one of Jack's mounted guns. The bullet grazes a random Chinese soldier, causing him to shriek in pain. Jack tries to apologize through his new voice box. Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477066798.mp3 Due to the rules of tv comedy, all the men begin to laugh as Jack just spins his chair in a circle of celebration. After the commotion dies down, the officer once again speaks to Seb and company. Soldier: I have arranged for a hericopter to drop you into the poppy fierds during nightfarr. From there, you shourd be abre to find your friend. Good ruck gentermen.

As the men gather themselves for another day in paradise, a sudden commotion is heard. Suddenly, dozens of Chinese soldiers jump from the thick jungle and ambush the Gentleman's Club. The soldiers have the Club at gunpoint and are shouting orders in their native language. Soldier: Mao ditty mao! Seb: Oh hell no! Dustin: Wow!!! Seb, look at their eyes! That's sooooo cool! S&S: Cock-ah Cock ah! The tension between the groups continue to rise until one of the soldiers begins to laugh and lowers his gun. The other soldiers look on in confusion as the man tries to explain something to his comrades. Finally, in very broken English, the soldier points to Seb and speaks. Soldier: Scheb Aboooott! Numba wun pervaht! OCW! Seb: The hell you say? Soldier: Seb Aboooott, cuuuuuunnnnnnt. Numba wun cunt! Seb: I'll horsewhip all of you mongrels right now! Let's go! Soldier: No no! Seb Aboooott!! Beeeg Rero! Cuuuuuuunt!! Dustin: Don’t be ridicurus, Seb. I think he like digs your style man. I think he wants you to call him a cunt. Seb: Aye? Dustin: Yeah dude, what's like the worst that could happen? Seb sighs and begins to size up the situation. Deciding it's his only move, Seb decides to let out a gypsy growl and call the heavily armed soldiers a bunch of cunts at the top of his lungs. Thrilled with this, the Chinese soldiers begin to cheer and clap in approval. In unison, most of the soldiers begin to chant OCW, OCW, OCW. Overcome with the emotion of the moment, Seb lets out another gypsy scream and clotheslines Jack out of his shitty wheelchair. The Chinese soldiers all “ooooo” in unison. Seb, distraught with what he's done, calls out for help. The soldiers rush to their aid. Through the dense language barrier, they're able to communicate that they can take Jack to a nearby base for medical attention. Seb and Dustin quickly agree and begin to move Jack with the aid of their new found friends.

S&S: ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz Seb and Dustin looked at each other with worried expressions on their faces before running around in circles screaming. Dustin: He's dead, Seb. Hey that rhymed. But he's dead. Seb: Shit man, this is bad I didn't mean to make him overdose. Where is that big syringe? Seb searches his pockets, finding the life saving adrenaline shot. He quickly administers it to Jack. S&S: Blerg blip splooooosh. The pair stopped running around and looked at Jack, relief washed over them. Seb: Well thank fuck for that he's alive and we're no closer to the rendezvous than when we first started out.. Dustin: What do you propose we do? S&S: brzzt boop bop Cunt! Seb nodded in agreement. Dustin: What did he say? Seb: He said cunt, and we should probably get rolling if we're to reach Versus. The trio set off towards their destination, the only sounds you could hear from them was Dustin spouting some rap he had made up. Dustin: Yo yo middle earth! There once was a hobbit yea yea, who had a cock so long he could slob it yea yea.... The scene closes as OCW’s expendables continue their search for Versus

IV Even more days Later... We open the scene with the Wildcard of Turmoil, the lady slayer himself Sebastian Abbott standing in his New York apartment. A quick montage showed him dressing up in numerous outfits before settling for a Van Pelt the hunter from Jumanji get up. When Seb exited the apartment block it was to Dustin honking the car horn along to Gwen Stefani's Hollaback girl. As Seb got into the car Jack's speak and say arked up making Dustin turn in the driver's seat to look at the two in the back. S&S: JUUUUMANJIII... Seb: Yea yea, yuck it up ya crippled git. Dusty take us to the airport we have a plane to catch. Dustin: How are we gonna pay to get to Tibet? Seb: Tibet? I thought V was chilling in Mogadishu or some shitty hell hole.. S&S: DRUGS! Seb pushed a button on the arm of Jack's cast and the groan that came from the crippled man was soothing. Dustin: So how we paying for this trip? Seb hesitated before answering: Well with what's left of Versus' budget I needed some outside help, so for now let's say I'm owed a few favours and one of those will be at the airport. Dustin, not pressing the point further started up the car and pulled into traffic starting another montage of our heroes hurtling through traffic and boarding a private jet. A shot of Seb and Dustin pulling cones in the restroom. A new shot of Jack drooling and his thumb trying to type. More footage of Seb and Dustin smoking bongs. Then the plane landing at a hidden military airfield. Our trio plus one fat guest stepped off the plane into a wintery blizzard. Seb: Holy fucking shit balls it's cold... Jack rolled forward and tapped the speak and say. S&S: Brrr beep beep beep.. Seb: Whatever you say R2, Dusty cut the fat bitch open and stuff him inside. A look of horror crossed Dustin's face. Dustin: I ain't cutting her open, she's my precious. As the trio disembarked a tall man in butler's garb approached them. Butler: Master Bastian, so nice to see you again. Everything is ready for your expedition. S&S: Master?? Seb looked down at Jack as he spoke: Long story boss, maybe for another time. Good work Niles, lead the way. The man servant bowed and walked towards the sound of a helicopter getting ready to take off. Butler: We have limited seating on the chopper so the dark woman must stay behind. Dustin started to protest but Niles the butler cut him off. Butler: She will be safe here, we'll even keep her sedated for you until you come back. I believe we have a dwelling nearby with a personal basement to accommodate such fetishes of the club. Dustin: Go for it dude. The butler clicked his fingers and four men stopped what they were doing and moved to carry the Courvoisier away to the dwelling mentioned earlier. Butler: Now once you get to the drop site you will find waiting for you a crack team of sherpas that will guide you the rest of the way. The group rounded a corner and there was their ride a military grade rescue helicopter. Seb: Again great stuff cobber, pretty sure us buncha cunts got it from here. Dustin help me load Jackie into the chopper. There was a quick little montage of Seb and Dustin taking turns wiping the drool from Jack's face, then Seb pulling anxiety bongs to the chopper pilot shouting. Pilot: Hold tight people we'll be at the rendezvous in five minutes. Hey you can't smoke in here! Dustin getting giddy with excitement got out of his seat and approached the pilot. Pilot: Sit down civilian this is extremely difficult to handle if I need to turn and yell at you. Dustin: I have my pilot's license, can I maybe co-pilot? S&S: Uh oh. Dustin barely sat down when all hell broke loose. Pilot: what did you do!? The alarms were screeching as the pilot fought to get the chopper under control. S&S: SCREECH BOOP BEEP WEEEEEE Seb looked green as the helicopter spun and spun, then he projectile vomited on the back of the pilot who in turn began throwing up. More chaos ensued as Dustin tried to get things under control. Dustin: I got this guys.... I think. S&S: Blip bloop blop mayday. Then the chaos calmed as Ava Maria started playing from somewhere and the chopper descended into the trees with a sickening crunch and small shitty action movie explosion... Moments passed as smoke filled the fresh Tibetan air, Seb and Dustin started clambering free from the wreckage, once they were safe they started with getting Jack free. Thanks to Seb's quick thinking while hurling his guts, he managed to hold down the morphine button on Jack's body cast as they crashed.

Dustin and his little red wagon full of ebony pussy enter the building and join the rest of the group. Dennis nudges his Queen, whispering that she needs to do the right thing. Madison folds her arms, sighing loudly. Madison: Fine! Alright, you three. Well, two and a half. Jack is damn near retarded now. As The Queen’s Guard, there will be times you'll need to undergo the most dangerous of missions. Take Devil’s Night for instance, Jack almost lost his life for the war. He's a brave man. Dennis: Stupid… Madison steps on Dennis’s foot as she continues. Madison: I need the three of you to rescue the Prophet, or as you common folks say… ‘Versus’. Last I hear, he's been volunteering at a monastery in Tibet. If these mercenaries and low rent doctors are truly provided by Versus, they may have more incite on narrowing down his exact location. Madison stares at the men after they nodded. Jack continued to drool, Dustin picked his nose, and Seb sniffed under his left arm. Madison: This is the part where you go and ask questions to the doctors and mercs. I'll stay here with Jack. Don't look concerned, i won't him stroll down a flight of steps. Dustin: That DOES sound fun. Madison: Go… Dustin and Seb both shrugged before departing to speak with doctors. Well, Seb didn't. He went searching for another hand job. The man was insatiable! Dennis: You're doing the right thing, Madison. Thank you. Madison turned to Dennis and held out both of her hands. The two joined hands and locked eyes. Madison: A Queen’s job is to please her King, even if it means associating with the commoners from time to time. Seb Abbot and Dustin White are crucial assets for the war to come, my King. If ensuring that your beloved Prophet returns safety...then that is what I will do. Versus will be back in New York soon enough. Madison stood on her toes and kissed her King on the cheek. Madison: Please tell the our driver we are ready to depart. Dennis nods and releases her hands before departing to do her bidding. Madison watched Dennis until he exited the gothic building. A grin formed on her lips as she returned her attention to Jack. The Queen kneels at the side of her crippled friend. Madison: Jack. Your Queen is beyond disappointed. You promised me the Butcher’s mask, yet here I am without. But I am a forgiving Queen. So I'll give you another Chance. Succeed, and you'll have all the whores you desire. Madison looked over her shoulder as she slowly pulled a Beretta Pico from her purse. The slid the small pistol into a pocket attached to Jack’s wheelchair. Madison: Find Versus With your friends, and ‘handle’ it when the time is right. Do You understand me? Madison narrowed her eyes at the drooling Gentleman until his speak and say made a beeping sound. Madison: Glad we understand each other. Every great revolution has had casualties...

Outside of the gothic building, Dennis and Madison’s limo was slowly coming to a stop. As Madison was exiting the limo, the vehicle was immediately surrounded by the crew of well armed mercenaries. Being the Saint that she is, the young Queen was unfamiliar with being in a position where she's surrounded with several men ready and willing to unload in her direction at once. Seb exited the gothic building with two questionably aged scantily clad women around his arms. Madison’s eyes immediately locked onto him. Madison: Why aren't you back in Detroit with the others? Seb: Because I wanted to see you get shot in the face? Like that video you did in college. Dennis quickly exited the limo, wearing a black lives don't matter shirt with Smythe’s face on the front, asking what Seb means. Madison rolled her eyes at Seb and looked to the armed mercenaries. Madison: How this even being funded?! The mercenaries speak among themselves for a moment. Eventually, they lower their weapons after realizing there wouldn't be anymore money. Seb’s jaw drops when the mercenaries scatter as quickly as they arrived. Seb: You have a way of getting people to bend to your will, I'll give you that. Madison: While rarely, if ever, bending myself. Glad you see me for what I am. Seb: A greedy whore…? Madison: Just Tell me where Jack is and I'll leave you to your felonious behavior. The scene shifts to Dennis, Madison, Seb, and Seb’s questionably aged companions gathered around the damaged leader of the Gentleman’s club. Madison pinched her own nose due to the stench of Drugs and Sex. Meanwhile, Dennis LOVED it. Dennis: Is someone cooking? That smells amazing! I want some. One of the hopefully not so questionably aged harlots walks up to Dennis and brushes against him. Seb winks at The naive King. Seb: I'm sure she’ll help you find that glorious stank, mate. Madison quickly turns to the harlot and pushes her away. Madison: No the hell she will not. I'll have her deported. I have the president on speed dial! Do you honestly think I'll let our champion be tainted?! What do I look like to you? At that moment, Jack’s speak and say utters ‘Mooooo’. Madison: Eat a dick. Speak n Say: Cock a doodle doo. Before this spat can continue, a commotion is once again heard from outside the building. A security camera feed is shown just feet from our group of unlikely heroes. On the screen we see Dustin White pulling his little red wagon with his large ebony goddess Courvoisier in tow. Dustin: Hello??? Anyone home? Madison: Oh you've got to be kidding me... Dennis: Can we get back to that smell? Madison: No! Seb: Dustin! You hairy cunt! I knew you'd make it! Open the doors!