We catch Heather in her locker room getting ready to take a steamy shower. Much like earlier in the evening, she looks to be upset.
She stands there with a towel over her body getting ready to jump in but Jim Black is ready to interview her once again, only this time via satellite.
Jim: Sorry Heather but we’re scheduled to do this.
Heather: Hurry up! I’m listening.
Jim: Don’t worry we promise to make this one quick.
Jim: Congratulations making it thru the first round against Elsa Holmberg. According to the brackets your next fight is against Lotus Flojo.
A fire in Heather’s eyes ignite by hearing the name of a familiar opponent.
Heather: You sit there and tell me this interview is going to be real quick. The TV guys have their little watches and telling me how much time I have left to say what I have to say.
Heather: I tell you what, all I need is 60 seconds to tell you how I feel about Lotus Flojo.
Heather: I hate that heffa.
Heather drops her towel and the blur effect shows over her curvetures. She opens the door and steam comes out of the shower.
It fogs up the leans so much that the blur effect isn’t needed anymore. But you can still see the outline of her...thickness.
She steps into the shower and starts to saturate her muscles with the warmness of the water.
Heather: You can leave now we’re done here.
Jim: Oh….uh...eh em...ladies and gentlemen don't you go away! We’ll be back!
The camera fades very very slowly to the point condensation builds on the lens. You really can no longer see anything.
The Turmoil crowds disdain signals our return to action as much like RIOT, in the ring stands Thomas Archer. This time he is not accompanied by Nicholas Maximus, nor, the International Title.
Archer: Thank you for such an eloquent greeting, it’s good to see you’ve all graduated to using an actual word instead of just opening your mouth and bellowing like the cattle you share scents with.
Archer smirks as he walks around the ring, one hand in the pocket of his designer pants.
Archer: It does always bring me great pleasure to come out here knowing that you had to choose between that loaf of bread for your starving goblin offspring or hearing your hero, Thomas Archer, speak.
He pauses and shakes his head.
Archer: I just wish, for the sake of my nostrils, you had just stayed at home.
A duelling chant breaks out for Caine and Danny Watts, causing Archer to shake his head mockingly in time.
Archer: Admirable.
Archer nods to himself as he takes up a central position in the ring.
Archer: Truly. Admirable. It is, honestly, I cannot fault you for continuing to support a man who represents everything you stand for, being a loser. And then… We have the next contestant…
“Danny’s going to kill you” chants now begin to reign down.
Archer: Not if his crippling steroid addiction doesn’t kill him first. I mean if you really believe he’s nineteen then you are naive enough to give an African warlord your personal information. If only this company would do their due diligence instead of letting anyone in without providing their proper papers.
The crowd get a little more venomous with their reactions.
Archer: Woah, woah. Woah! I am not the racist here, that’s you for jumping to conclusions on what I meant. Don’t you put your uncultured swine words into my silver mouth. I don’t need to answer to any of…
Watts: Oh just shut up already Archer! For once can you just keep your mouth shut. These people here in Brooklyn are some of the finest people here. And some of them are a lot more fit than you.
The crowd cheers at the mention of their hometown as Danny gestures to Archer’s unfit body.
Watts: So with some pandering to the crowd all said and done…
Danny gets into the face of Archer with a very serious expression on his face.
Watts: There’s nothing you will be able to do when I beat you, pin you and become these fans’ NEW International Champion…
Archer: I think what you need to realise Danny is that whilst all men are created equal…
Fresh off of the announcement of his first match of the season, we see Ryu Matsumoto sporting his Light Heavyweight title and a big box of something… He looks very pleased.
He swings the box over to his right arm and knocks coyly on the door in front of him. The camera pans to see it opened by none other than one half of the Undisputed Tag Team Champions, Quartz.
Quartz: Spider, how are you?
RYU: Better than ever! Can I come in?
Quartz: Oh, of course. I apologize.
RYU: NONSENSE BIG FELLA.
Spider saunters in and slams the big box on the ground, which gets Rust Cohle’s attention as well.
Rust: The champ is here!
RYU: Well boys! I come with great news. Next week on RIOT, your WORLD Light Heavyweight champion will be making his in-ring debut alongside his two favorite TTTeamates.
RYU: For the first time ever, it’ll be TTT vs the Nevercrowned and AC Cobra in the main event. You can tell it’s the main event because I’ll be there.
Quartz and Cohle look at each other, nodding, seeming to be excited about the opportunity to fight the Uncrowned ahead of their showdown at Anniversary 15.
Rust: So Spider… What’s in the box?
RYU unhooks his championship and flips it over his shoulder before leaning down and breaking open the box.
RYU: Why I’m so glad you asked!
RYU: This is what TTT is going to give the people next week.
RYU pushes the box over to Cohle and Quartz who shuffle around inside as a look of concern comes across their faces
Quartz: I don’t know about this. Do you think this is really how we should be operating at this stage?
RYU: WHERE’S THE FUN LOVING BLUE GUY WHEN YOU NEED HIM!?
The comment seems to annoy Quartz, but Spider waves his hands and walks over to Quartz to put his arm around his shoulder.
RYU: Listen, you can trust me, alright! When has the Osaka Street Gangster ever let down his TTT family before??? I know Kass isn’t around right now, but this is ME we’re talking about! You can always count on me!
Rust: I think Quartz is just saying that maybe we’ve… move past things like this?
RYU: Rusty… I wouldn’t be your WORLD Light Heavyweight champ if I didn’t know what I was doing, would I???
An excited Spider pats both members of CQC on the back and smiles up at them before tapping the box again.
RYU: Its not like anyone is gunna get hurt, its just some good, old fashioned, Trill Trash Trademarked Fun.
Quartz reluctantly nods his head, looks over at Rust and the two nod at each other in an understanding before sorting through the box as the scene fades.
VALKYRIE w/Kassidy Hayes
vs
LA ESTRELLA FUGAZ
FloJo is seen pacing back and forth in the arena corridor like an army general. Sweating from either being nervous or walking in a fast pace.
FloJo: Alright. I’ve made it to the semi-y’s which is great. But I’m not gonna get cocky. That’s for men…
FloJo: I know who my next opponent is..But it doesn’t matter...
FloJo: Now, I called you out here because I need your help.
FloJo: You see, we have a lot in common. We’re both losers well liked but losers non the less and our hobbies are considered..........on the spectrum!
FloJo: So whaddya say?
Camera pans to AC Cobra.
Cobra: Do you have the stuff?
FloJo rolls her eyes and toss Cobra a pack of Code Red Dew. Cobra eyes perks and he’s grinning all over.
Cobra: SCORE!!! Oh, hey FloJo! I didn’t see you there!
FloJo: Cobra…
Cobra: Alright fine. I don’t have to state the obvious that this is your big moment but this your BIG moment.
FloJo: Indeed. Now that you’re here. I gotta ask you something...How’d ya do it?!
FloJo: I want a good answer. Those sodas were hard to find ‘round here.
Cobra: Everything comes right at you. The laughs from your peers, the failures, rejection, all of that hits you.
Cobra: Some will use that as a crutch to inflict pain to others but people like us, we use it for motivation. You take all those sleepless nights of wanting more & leave that shit in the ring.
Cobra: Broken bones, the hospital visits after who cares? I put my body through just to hold up the light heavyweight title.
Cobra: 40 years from now, I’ll inspire someone to take the same journey that I took, the one you’re on right now.
Cobra:I don’t want to tell them “I wish I did this and that”. Our roads are far from pretty FloJo, but God damn it is it all worth it.
FloJo nods and pulls out a notebook and scribbles down what cobra says.
FloJo: I see…
FloJo: Well, I won’t hold you long, we’ll stay in-touch.
Cobra, "Naruto" runs away as Flojo tosses a "Smoke Bomb" and vanishes from sight!
