Madison bows for the front row while standing atop the commentary table. She demands for a mic from Scaggs, snatches it from him, and turns around before sitting Indian style on the commentary table. Madison smashes the mic against the head of her unconscious opponent several times for good measure. 

She then tugs on Ace’s limp body until her head was resting in Madison’s lap. Ace was petted like a dog as Madison spoke.

Madison: So many Madison Cox and Dennis Black shirts at that free speech rally in Boston over the weekend. Do you feel that, OCW? The wheels of this company are starting to rattle. But why are they rattling after going on circular tracks for over decade, you ask? Because the train is about to be steered toward.

Madison: Steered forward by yours truly. A conductor unlike any other.

Madison Cox points to herself. 

Madison: Chaos is a ladder, ladies and gentlemen. It brought a tear to my eyes only a week ago as I watched Dennis Black climb the rungs of chaos and bring down the Summercide briefcase. But to understand why Versus and Jack had to take that fall, you need to hear the story from ‘my’ point of view. The truth.

Madison: Unlikely as it may be, but pretend for a moment that you're a manager. A successful manager. You've got a star with seemingly limitless potential who is having an excellent season with two Championships that are successfully defended pay per view after pay per view, has the weight of two brands on his shoulders, and is literally outworking an ‘entire’ company.

Madison: A man who has accomplished more in a year than most in OCW have have achieved in their entire careers.

Madison: You've also got your star a once in a lifetime match. A generational match. A battle of eras, an evolution of a ‘style’ of wrestling cemented for Wrestlution three months in advance. The first match penciled for that pay per view, mind you.

Madison: What do you tell your star when you're informed ‘hey kid, thanks for carrying the company to the big dance. But we’ve got a hall of Famers and Veterans that want to give a little more than the bare minimum for a few weeks, so step aside.’?

Madison Cox lowers the microphone as she’s showered with boos from the audience. Referees approach the table and let her know the show has to go on, but she ignores them completely.

Madison: Dennis and I have suffered through some disrespect in our short time here. But Wrestlution eleven was the height of it. The snub of the season. Probably the biggest slap in the face we’ve ever experienced here. 

Madison: To throw salt in the wound, we are informed the Turmoil Championship is going on ‘before’ a belt that has been around for a month? All so we can have two guys who have fought sixty times previously fight once more...only to have them fight each other three more times after Wrestlution Eleven?

Madison scratches her head

Madison: And here I thought Lution was supposed to be special? OCW certainly loves their nostalgia, ladies and gentlemen. They live off of it while expecting so little from the future. Why do you think the Kwan Watts, Anthony Bakers, Princes, and Joe Zhivagos of the world turned out the way they did? 

Madison: This company is inept at best when it comes making future stars. I...And I alone secured for a future for OCW by nurturing the talent that is Dennis Black. If not for me he'd be curtain jerking Riots against Young Ryan or something else wasteful of a man with his potential. But that's how it is with all wrestling companies. 

Madison: So what were we to do? Leave? Carry another promotion on our backs and be told yet again...a Hall of Famer wants to start trying again around the biggest show of the year? No.

Madison: Which brings us to Summercide. This Sunday will mark day three hundred sixty four of The Black King’s reign as Turmoil World Champion. It will also mark day three hundred sixty four of his time as a dual Champion. 

Madison: The chaos that I've sewn on the road to Summercide is to bring about change in this company. What Dennis and I have done will challenge Mr. Sensation to evolve. It will force his primitive and out of touch approach to running a wrestling promotion to change. 

Madison: Because of me, Tiffany Ortiz was at her most vulnerable. Because of me, Sophia is so focused on Kat that all I'll have to do is pick the bones of whoever survives. You’ll soon have a women’s Champion that looks and speaks the part, rather than two women fighting over one of RD Money’s EBT cards.

Madison: Because of me, the streak of Tiberius Dupree that OCW has lived off of will come to an end at the hands of an enraged Nate Ortiz. No more will discussions of this five year old streak infest the ocw network every summer. Or perhaps...Nate Ortiz will have to retire?

Madison rubs her chin.

Madison: And let's not forget Drago...another one of Sensations options that continues to be pulled from well. I don't hate Drago. Neither does Dennis. Drago isn't the problem...merely a symptom of it. 

Madison: We had to inflict a career ending injury on Drago just to facilitate change. Ladies and gentlemen. The days of Sensation going to the well over and over are coming to an end . 

Madison: His options are getting smaller and smaller...which will force him to finally look to the future. H20, Cort, Bray, Montgomery, Ding, Abbot...you're welcome, you spineless cowards...

Madison pushes Ace from her lap, causing the unconscious woman to fall to the floor. Madison then stands on the commentary table and raises her voice. 

Madison: Last week was just the start of it. Mr. Sensation, when you lose both Drago and then eventually, Nate Ortiz...remember...you did this to yourself. 

Madison: This company, after over a decade of moving in a slow circle...will move forward to a brighter future where resting on your laurels is no longer acceptable. As your conductor leading you into season thirteen, I accept your thanks.

Madison: Guaranteed , the story of Drago, Nate Ortiz, or Tiberius story ends this Sunday. Dennis could walk away with both world titles, which would be great! So long as he walks away with one...

Madison: ...I win.

Madison Cox hops off the commentary table as her music hits. The crowd boos loudly as paramedics finally make their way to ringside.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a VILE WOMAN!
	I mean she isnt wrong (thinking emoji)

The Xtron Flickers On!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh lord!
	Ugh!

Backstage in the lounge area, Kat is seen sitting down and hanging out while watching the ongoing matches on the tv. Sophia enters the area to put down some things and notices Kat.

They make brief eye contact, and Sophia responds with a nod while Kat only glares at her before redirecting her attention to the tv screen. Noticing the hostility in the room, Sophia approaches Kat. 

Sophia: Hey. 

Kat flashes the stink eye at Sophia briefly, with arms crossed, and props her feet up on the seat next to her to ‘occupy’ it. She starts watching the tv again. 

Kat: Mhhhmn.

Sophia: Alright. Listen. I'm woman enough to apologize when I've made a mistake, and after all that happened with my belt being stolen and blaming you, I owe you an apology. Sorry I blamed you, Kat. I know now that it wasn't you and that they framed you. I just-

Kat, seeming to have had enough of this bullcrap, kicks the spare chair over before standing up in Sophia's face. 

Kat: Oh. You ‘sorry’ now, huh? You sorry? Blaming me off the bat cuz you had no one else to blame?? Man, I don't need to pull no kind of sh*t like that to take that belt from you. 

Kat: And in fact, I'm gonna take it from you. You know we still on for Summercide, babygirl. And I'm gonna make you sorry. 

Kat pokes Sophia hard with her index finger. 

Kat: So no, apology ‘not accepted’. 

Sophia fumes. 

Sophia: Alright. Fine. Fine! Don't accept it. You didn't do anything wrong as far as that whole situation goes but…If you think I'm gonna let you intimidate me and put your hands on me the way you are, then you got somethin’ else comin’, ‘mamacita’.

Sophia: And I swear to god if you don't get your finger outta my face right now, I'm gonna break it off and shove it right up your a- 

Kat shoves Sophia to the ground before she can finish and goes to punch her but Sophia blocks it. Sophia then trips Kat, knocking her to the floor and they begin wrestling each other on the ground.

Upon hearing the commotion between them and metal folding chairs being knocked over, 2 referees dash into the room and break the women up. 

Kat: F*CK YOU BISH! (Kat turns to the referee holding her back) Get off me!!

Sophia: SEE YOU SUNDAY!!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	This one is gonna be one for the record books!
	I cant wait!

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