An XWF camera crew has arrived at one of BOB’s five-acre grow operations. The cameras roll past weed plant after weed plant until they roll up to Thunder Knuckles who is directing traffic. He’s overseeing the trimming, drying, and curing process, ensuring everything is done in the most efficient and cost-effective way possible. He’s also making sure that all of the plants are harvested at the right time, to ensure they are of the highest quality.


Hey, you!


A worker in the distance who’s standing around points at himself. He looks around, seemingly confused about why someone called him out. He takes a few steps forward, trying to make out who is calling him.


Yeah, I don't see anyone else standing around.



He realizes that the plants need to be moved over to the testing site quickly, as there is no one else around to do it.


Move those plants over to the testing site.


TK is surprised to see the camera crew.


Oh, hey… We’re just…


TK sees another worker not doing anything.


HEY! Cut down those plants and pile them up over there.


Quickly TK focuses back on the Cameraman.


Oh, we’re just harvesting some of Charlie's “BURN THE WORLD” clones. We’re about to make a fucking killing off this shit. I have to say these clones have been flying out of the warehouse. We can barely keep up with production.


The quality of the product is important. Unfortunately, the guy cutting down the planet is making mistakes, and this could have a negative effect on the success of the product. TK isn't having that.


Jesus Christ, Hector! Cut the stock closer to the bottom of the planet.


TK mutters under his breath.


For fucks sake.


Back to his regular tone, TK continues.


Where was I? Oh yeah, the weed. It’s straight fire, bro. Walk with me.


TK starts giving the camera crew a tour of the facilities like it was an episode of MTV Cribs.


That over there, that’s the germination room, and right next to it is the cloning room. Charlie stays hard at work making new strains. most people think Charlie’s lazy and barely gets his shit done.


TK pauses for a minute.


That's true but he always puts out some quality shit. Well, like eighty percent of the time. Oh, come on, ask him yourself, he’ll tell ya. Oh, hey! Look over to your left, that there is the kitchen and if we’re lucky.


TK waves to the cameraman to follow him.


Bobby Bourbon will be making some…


Flinging open the kitchen door TK looks disappointed.


We’ll see some workers making BURN THE WORLD brownies and gummies… Well, no Bobby… Damn… I guess I’ll just film this mother fucker by myself.


As if on cue Jimmy pops his head into the kitchen off in the distance.


Thunder Knuckles!


TK closes his eyes and takes a big deep breath and holds it before exhaling slowly.


Hey, Jimmy, whatcha need?


Jimmy is surprised because he's not used to TK speaking to him in a kind, gentle tone. He usually expects TK to be harsh and so this softer, more understanding tone is something he's not accustomed to.


I’ve got some good news!

Sweet! What is it?

Do you remember Bobby setting you up with a make-a-wish kid?

Like I told Bobby, I'm not Graves, I'm not trying to get set up with children.

No… God no, Thunder Knuckles, he meant for you to visit, mentor, and teach them the world. You know, before they die.

Fine… What's wrong with it?

Her. Her name is Lilabeth Robins and she has Cerebrovascular Disease.

Fuck! Is she a cripple?

What?

You know?


TK squats and makes it look like he’s rolling a wheelchair. Jimmy puts his head down and shakes his head no. TK stops his motion and stands straight. Jimmy looks up with a sad expression on his face.


No.

Well, that's good, I’d have hated rolling some kid around.


Jimmy still looks disappointed.


Oh, come on, you know it’s better without a wheelchair kid. We can do cooler things now! You know, anything a normal, walking, person can do! Amusement Parks, fucking Roller Skating, and Dodgeball.

She’s in the office.

Here?!

Well, yeah, that’s what the office is for.

Dude! Look around!


Jimmy glances around the room.


So? She’s not out here.

Well, let's go.


Both men start walking towards the office when Jimmy knows this is his time to strike.


Oh, one other thing.

Don't worry, Jimmy. I know I have a match on Savage-

Weekend Warfare.

Whatever, I have a match on Saturday night with Mark Flynn. I haven't forgot.

Wow, I'm proud of you.





The two men casually continue walking while going over some of Mark Flynn's latest hits. When they finally make it to the office, Jimmy opens the door with excitement and yells out.


HEEEEEEERRRRRRRREEEEEEES Thunder Knuckles!


Lilbeth Robins, all of ten years of age, smiles like she's seen the coolest thing on the planet.


Hey, kid, heard about your cancer. That shit sucks. Wanna do some cool stuff and not think about slowly dying in a hospital bed while your parents cry?


Jimmy nudges TK to get his attention. Jimmy shakes his head no.


Right.


TK looks back at Lilabeth, who smiles back at him despite his ignorance.


Listen, kid, life sucks a big donkey dick and just cause you got served a shit sandwich doesn’t mean everything sucks. Have you heard of Mark Flynn? That guy certainly doesn’t suck shit, I actually think that dude is pretty smart. I mean, come on, anyone who markets themselves the way he has at the very least deserves some respect. Sure, before I left XWF for OCW I told him exactly what would happen to him when I said; even if he does win the Universal Championship he’d end up not facing anyone until he faced one of us.


TK points down at his newly remarketed BOB t-shirt, which you just now noticed because you have the attention span of a fly.


Oh, hey, check out this present that I got you.


TK holds out his hand and waits for Jimmy to place the gift in his hand, but Jimmy doesn’t. TK snaps his head back at Jimmy, who’s got a goofy grin on his face. TK grunts, stands up, and walks over to a desk. He opens up the top left drawer pulling out a pair of earmuffs with a skull and two baseball bats on it, making it look like a skull and crossbones. He walks back over to Lilabeth and places it in her hand.


Sorry, umm, I was expecting a boy.

It's awesome, Thank you!

Look at that, you can talk!


Lilbeth smiles and shows her parents her gift, they look so happy for her.


Alright, check it out, how about you put those on? I have to do something really quick.


TK stands up and looks directly into the camera to address Mark Flynn.


Some people deserve to get their asses kicked and I'm glad that I'm the first to welcome you back where you fucking belong Mark. Right here, dead in the middle of the card, with yours truly 'Ol Thunder Knuckles.


Lilabeth coughs.


Before you start doing that shit you always do and rattle off at the mouth about my failed, yeah, I said it, failed opportunity to win OCW World Heavyweight Championship. All while glossing over the fact that TNGB won a tag tournament and won two tag team titles at the same time. All while you pissed around fighting the Peter Vaughns and Michael Graves of the world. I want to remind you why you lost your Championship in the first place. None of that shit matters. What matters is what happens on Savage-


Jimmy cuts off Thunder Knuckles to correct him.


Weekend Warfare.


TK narrows his eyes at Jimmy and shakes his head. Lilabeth is laughing and having a great time with her earmuffs on.


What happens on Weekend Warfare is the only thing that matters. We’re not having some bullshit checkers, leapfrog, or ass-eating contests. Nah, we’re going to have a good old-fashioned match. For something that praises himself for being the best, it seems like you’ve forgotten how to just rassle. Mark, we have all failed. Thing is, I never fucking failed at cheating. You're the smoking stats master, please, take it from here. Let the people know what I've done. I'm goddamn Thunder Knuckles. One-half of the greatest tag team in history, a founding Bastard, and I never once behaved as shitty as you. By all right, I'm a badass Bastard, not some suck-up, fucking fighting for...


TK looks at Lilabeth, who blissfully smiles with her earmuffs on. A grin forms on TK's face before looking back at the camera.


What happened? Did the fame get to your fucking head or something? Doesn't fucking matter to me because if you think bullshit antics like going to Hell so that NKCW can call me fat is going to get the job done. Then you're sadly mistaken. Armbars, Ankle Locks, and a Thunder Strike are in your future, hombre.


TK shakes his head yes at the camera.


When I left XWF and landed in OCW to work on my craft. I mean, you'll surely call it cowardice or some lame shit, and I'll be damned if I haven't learned a thing or two since the last time we met. Not that I needed it for you per-say but you'll get to reap those benefits nonetheless. That should say something, right? Seeing as you already say I'm the more talented Bastard while losing to the guy who you deemed the worst of the two, twice.


Pausing his speech and brushing off his shoulder with confidence, TK continues.


Sucks, I know. Like I said, we all fucking fail, and unfortunately for you, on April eighth, you're doomed to repeat your failure.


TK nods his head with a satisfied smile then takes off Lilabeth's earmuffs.


So, kid, you want me to fuck up Mark Flynn at the Paycom Center in Oklahoma City.

Can I be there?


TK looks over at her parents who shake their heads yes.


Sure.


Lilabeth begins clapping like a maniac on bath salts.


So, there ya have it, Mark Flynn gets his ass whooped because Lilabeth wanted it.


TK looks at Lilabeth blankly.


Genie does as you wish.

Make me better!


TK scoffs knowing that isn't possible.


Alright, kid, don’t get carried away. Do you wanna go get some ice cream?


Liliabeth squeals with glee and starts shouting.


YES! YES! YES!


TK puffs his chest out, proudly. This, after all, being a mentor, and guiding someone is rewarding. Unlike the way Centurion has groomed young people in the past, TK once again has an opportunity to do better than that perverted little weirdo. All of a sudden the New York State Police burst into the office. TK throws his hands up but no one else in the room does.


God Dammit, Jimmy! I told you Lilabeth shouldn’t be here!


Jimmy is quick to produce documentation proving the legality of BOB's grow operation.


Here you go, officers. Everything is on the up and up.


TK is standing there shocked starting to slowly lie down on the ground with his hands laced behind his head. He’s been in this situation before.


We comply with all state codes and I can accompany you throughout the facility. If you have any questions, I’ll be glad to answer them.


The officers look at the little sick girl.


Alright, well, after you.


Jimmy nods his head at TK, who’s still flabbergasted and escorts the State Police through the grow. TK stands up and looks back at Lilabeth.


FUCKING ICE CREAM!!

ICE CREAM!!


The scene fades to black because that's all for now. BOB hopes you've enjoyed the show, and we invite you to come back for more. Until next time, stay cool, and enjoy some ICE CREAM!