Live From The Allstate Arena in Chicago Illinois

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hello folks and welcome to Turmoil!
	I am Randy Rice.

	and I am Tom Sanders. We have been hired to finally give you people some commentary.
	What the hell is that smell?

	Carlos Cruz was giving away free tacos as a part of our fan access and I don't think they agreed with me. I think I just did a wet one.
	................

Willow walks around the ring, smile on her face, taking in the crowds reaction. She then makes her way to the edge of the ring and motions for a mic. From off camera we see someone hand her one through the ropes. Willow takes the mic, turns, and walks back to the center of the ring. She slowly looks around the sold out arena, still smiling, and raises her free hand to the air waving to the crowd.

Willow- "Thanks guys. I just wanted to come out here tonite to talk about something that happened a couple of weeks ago, and the response that I got last week. Two weeks ago, my Aunt Casey offered a challenge to the Turmoil Womens Champion, Sophia. To officially crown OCWs 'Queen', if you will, at King of OCW in just a few short weeks. To crown a new OCW Womens Champion. Not a Turmoil Womens Champion. Not a Riot Womens Champion. But an OCW Womens Champion. A title that noone has held in 9 years."

Willow- "And last week, Sophia accepted Caseys challenge. Sophia agreed to put her Turmoil Womens Championship on the line against Caseys retired OCWs Womens Championship, officially merging the 2 Titles to be defended on both Turmoil and Riot. And for that, I just wanna say thank you to the Champ, Sophia, for giving me this opportunity."

Willow pauses for a moment.

Willow- "Well..."

Willow looks into the camera and smiles.

Willow- "...That is if you can beat Aunt Case first."

Willow laughs to herself then winks at the camera.

Willow- "No, in all seriousness, thank you Sophia. All Ive wanted since I came to OCW almost 2 months ago,..."

Again, Willow pauses.

Willow- "...No. Let me rephrase that. All Ive wanted since I was 13 years old,...was to make my Dad proud. To make Casey proud. To make all of my family that helped train me and to get me to this point in my life, proud. Uncle Johnny. Uncle Steve. Aunt Sara. Uncle Michael. To show them all that all of the hard work, all of the blood, sweat and tears,...the time and effort they put into me, was well worth it and not in vein. And now, just 2 months after joining OCW, that time has come. Ya see, Ive held Titles before. But at King of OCW, Ill have my chance to win the only Womens Championship that matters in this business. The OCW Womens Championship. In just a couple of short weeks, I will show my Dad, Casey, my family, all of you watching right now,..."

Willow pauses to look into the camera again.

Willow- "...and YOU, Champ,...that Im not here in OCW riding on anyones coattails. I deserve to be here. Ive earned my shot to be here. And that some day, I WILL have my very own plaque hanging between my Dads and Caseys in that infamous Hall."

Willow lowers her mic as the arena fills with cheers. She smiles, nodding her head 'Yes' and waves to the crowd. She then motions for them to settle down and raises her mic again.

Willow- "And speaking of my Dad, I would like to take this time to thank all of you for your get well cards, gifts, messages, prayers and support. You have no idea what all of that means to us. Hes doing alot better. He sustained first and second degree burns on the left side of his body. Mostly his left arm, but thankfully OCW Staff and medics were on hand to get the fire out pretty quickly. Hes doing his physical therapy and rehab and hes gonna be back just as soon as possible. The docs say it could take anywhere from 2-6 months, but, as Im sure most of you know, hes a tough old bastard. Hes....."

Before Willow can finish her statement, the lights in the arena suddenly go out. Then, suddenly....

Triumphant, Madison stands over Sophia’s body with a shower of complaints from the Terminal five audience and licks a few drops of blood from her knuckles. Sophia’s nose had been busted. The referee tries to remove Madison, but is met with a slap across the face. She pointed at the referee and told him not to touch her. She then walks back behind the curtain.

Meanwhile, Alex takes in the jeers and kicks Willow once more in the stomach for good measure. She reaches into her shirt and pulls out a very familiar ski mask. Many of the audience were putting the pieces together. She kneels and places the mask over Willow’s face.

Alex Robinson: "Give aunt Casey my best sweetie."

Alex rolls out of the ring as refs and paramedics rush to Willow’s aid. She takes her time walking up the ramp.

Madison returns with a second ski mask and places it over Sophia’s face as well. Once Alex reaches the top of the ramp, Alex and Madison join hands and raise their arms as the show slowly fades into a commercial break.

	What a way to start the show.
	I hope Sophia is ok, do you know if she's single?

	You will have to ask her Randy. Our first match of the night Bill Ding goes one on one with Guy Boone?
	Guy who? I sure hope Bill brings some of that chicken of his out to the ring. I am starving.

Guy Boone

vs

Bill Ding

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He didn't bring me any Rum Ham.
	Maybe next time buddy.

We go to a familar locker room, where a lone broken spirit ponders his future after his recent shortcomings. After what seemed like minutes of silent sitting, the silence is interrupted by a knock at the door. Bray looks to the door and sighs.

Bray S. Spur: Come in.

The door creaks open. Ace peaks her head through, smiling with great intensity.

Ace: Guess what I have....

Bray S. Spur: A way to get me sane again?

Ace: [smirks] No, killjoy, take a look at this.

Ace steps into the room and proceeds to show Bray her brand new ring attire, completely filled with-

Bray S. Spur: Red?

Ace: Hell yeah! Was gonna go with purple or somethin’, but red just spoke to me, you know! Like... how Star Wars and Doctor Who speak to you!

Bray S. Spur: Don’t question greatness, sis. Why are you dressed up in that, you got a match or something I don’t know about?

Ace: Matter of fact, I do!

Bray S. Spur: Who you got?

Ace: Chick named Amber Fowler.

Bray S. Spur: Hm, nice pick. Hope you don’t get squashed that hard.

Ace: .... What’s that supposed to mean?

Bray S. Spur: You’re green. Aside from a little training here and there, you don’t seem like you’re 100% committed to this.

Ace: Stop it, Ali. Just stop! You just like Mama, just let me be me... Damn!

Bray S. Spur: Constructive criticism, Ace. That’s all that I said.

Ace: Don’t even pretend like you don’t take criticism well either!!

Bray begins to respond, but after much deliberation, he closes his mouth and slouches back in his chair, throwing his hood over his face.

Ace: Something wrong, or did I just hit you with truth!?...

He doesn’t respond, instead tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair four times in rapid succession.

Ace: ....Ali, talk to me.

She waited for a murmur, a whisper, anything. Nothing came. He just sat there... motionless. As Ace collected her thoughts, a knock was heard at the door. Without asking, Stacy Clark emerges, mic in hand.

Ace: No interviewing Bray today, Clark Kent. He’s not in the mood.

Stacy Clark: Actually, I’m not here for Bray, Ace. I’m here to interview you.

Ace: Whu- what the- why?

Stacy Clark: In just a few moments, you’ll be making your in-ring debut against Amber Fowler. I’d just like to hear your thoughts on finally being able to show your brother what you can do.

Ace stood there, speechless. She looked at Bray, who simply raised an eyebrow and turned away. Returning her gaze to the camera, she looked at Stacy and lifted the mic up.

Ace: Kent Kent Kent Kent Kent... Listen up, sista. I know I got a lot to prove. I know most people here don’t even think I belong here. I know for a fact that just because Bray is my brother, that people automatically think I’m a waste of space. A waste of time, of energy, of talent.

Ace: Well, let me tell you somethin motha-

Bray S. Spur: AHEM!.. Don't want us to get suspended, eh?

Ace clears her throat.

Ace: Let me tell you this. I might seem like I don't belong here. A lawyer outta Mississippi, 'mediterranean' if you wanna call it that.

Yet you ignorant bastards can’t see the beauty behind the beast.

Bray S. Spur: [whispering] She really just did a damn movie reference though.....

Ace: I’ll tell you this. If you can’t take Bray seriously, then don’t even think about pushing me to the side, because I’ll smack a bitch up and it’ll be the LAST THING that you overlook! Ali and I, we're sick and tired of seeing the same damn people in the same damn spotlight

Ace: If tonight doesn’t prove that I belong in OCW, I don’t know what the hell will. So, I want all of you to take out a notebook, steal a pen, take some notes, and watch as I beat Amber Fowler! And when I'm done with her and Bray destroys Dustin White, I want this to be a lesson to everyone in this locker room.

Ace: A message to Malu, Nightmare, Dennis Black, Tank, Madison and especially you Amber! A message to every single one of you to take notes while Bray and I establish ourselves as the most dominant family in OCW, and ME as the future of the Women's division!

Ace: So just sit back, relax, and take in the view, while I smack.. a bitch.. up!

Ace whisks Stacy out of the locker room.

Bray S. Spur: Worst. Catchphrase. Ever..... and language.

Ace: Work in progress, Ali!

As she leaves, she spins around and points at Bray.

Ace: Don’t believe me, just watch, COME ON!

Bray S. Spur: ....................... And people thought I was ass when I started out. I think I just saw a bit of Genital James in you. You need to fix that.

Ace: Blah blah blah blah blah...

Ace closes the door behind her.

Bray S. Spur: [sighs] Damn kids....

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I think we know who wears the pants in that family.
	HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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