The scene opens to Jim Black who approches Tre Golden, who is dressed in his street clothes and appears to be leaving the arena as his Gym Bag is strapped over his shoulder. Tre sees Jim and politely stops to answer a few Questions.
Jim Black: Tre do you care to share some words about your loss to Telos tonight?
Golden: That wasn’t my best out there tonight, maybe I was riding high from pinning the Tag Team Champions, Maybe I’m fully focused on Whooping Cort’s ass, at Consequence.
Golden: But if I don’t shape up, I’ll be taking the ass whipping.
Golden: I need to be dialed in and from here on out, I promise to be.
Golden: So Telos can be happy with his win, and enjoy beating a distracted Tre Golden. I have bigger fish to fry at the moment. My mission is to Make sure Cort Marshall Never and I mean NEVER thinks in his senile mind to Cross me again.
Golden starts to walk away, but turns around quickly and starts speaking in the Mic once again.
Golden: At Consequence Corts going to know what my name is, and to keep it out of his cheap cigar smoking mouth.
Golden: Looking like a dime store pimp with his suits that smell like Moth balls.
Golden: Then Cobretti and I are going to go 2-0 against CQC or get our rematch against Inception and take what all these fans already know is ours, the Undisputed Tag Team Championships.
Golden: And to be frank, I hope Telos wins the Pride Title, I’ll be right there to take it from his scary ass.
Golden: Everything's coming up Golden Jimmer, just buckle up and enjoy the ride. I ain’t playin’ no more.
Golden walks quickly always from Jim and out of the door, slamming it on his way out.
Jim Black: Back to the gentleman in the booth.
The scene fades to black
As the cameras pan to the back we can see El Parca heading into the trainers room. As the young luchador enters the door the camera follows as well. El Parca sits down on the examination table waiting to hear the results of his MRI from last week.
El Parca: So.. what’s the news?
Trainer: Fortunately, it’s not a severe concussion you were handed. Unfortunately, I cannot medically clear you to perform tonight.
El Parca: WHAT?! The luchadors voice raises with anger. What do you mean I can’t compete? I’m fine! Doc, look I’m good to go see?
El Parca hops off the examination table and begins to do some minor stretches and poses before grabbing at his heading and loses his balance.
El Parca: Uh.. gosh. Maybe you are right.. this week I’ll sit out and just let myself recoup. Well.. thanks doc I got some things and people to look for.
El Parca would then be seen exiting the trainer's room looking around until he approached a crew member.
El Parca: Have you seen that Aisu guy around anywhere amigo?
Crew Member #1: No.. not that I’ve seen. Maybe go check over at catering.
El Parca then walks away and heads towards catering as the thought of somebody disrespecting the luchador mask is racing through his head.
El Parca says to himself..
El Parca: Who does he think he is? Disrespecting the mask? He also once wore a mask. And now he disrespects it? That is no way of a masked warrior.
Finally after speaking with some crew members and asking where Aisu is El Parca finally tracks him down somewhere near catering. The young luchador then approaches the former masked wrestler.
El Parca: Yo amigo. What was your problem last week?
Aisu lifts his head up and barely notice Parca. He takes a deep breath.
Hitta: ..*Sigh*.
El Parca: Don't act like you forgot, amigo, cause I didn't.
Hitta: Do you even know who you are ? I mean, who you really are ? Cause I know who I am. And all I see is a guy who is hiding his true self.
El Parca: Of course I know who..
Hitta: Don't talk about things you don't know yet. I was just like you. Weak. But I saw the light. I am just waiting for you to see it.
El Parca: You’re talking nonsense. You have no pride and know nothing about luchadors.
Aisu laughs to himself.
Hitta: Alright kiddo.. Meet me when you are ready. Cause from what I see, your balance is off. As usual. You can't stay on your 2 feet. Sed.
He gets up from his chair.
Hitta: Btw. Go find me when you see the light.
Aisu bumps him on his way out. El Parca looks intensively at Aisu on his way out, as the camera fades..
We cut a wide shot, looking down at the crowd-ring and stage as Ashley Blaine makes her entrance! The crowd is regaled with the mighty roar of her Harley as the bike lurches to the ring.
She stops just short of the ring, kicks up the stand, dismounts, and rolls into the ring before demanding a microphone.
Blaine: I have no shame in losing at Lution. I have shame looking onto these poor excuses for women’s challengers!
Blaine lets the boos wash over her as supporters of Dragana, Heather, Elsa, and all other female competitors let their feelings known.
Blaine: We're to the point where Empress, who has not won any meaningful match by herself is the number 1 contender… we are at the point where Flojo is Main Eventing Turmoil!
The crowd cheer at Flojo’s name, to which Blaine scowls.
Blaine: Just last week Valk got taken to the limit by some Frenchie that not long ago I buried with ease. Come on now. You must be kidding, this is the state of the "Women's" Division?
Blaine: Is there anyone who could actually challenge me? Is there no one else?
Suddenly, a mostly unfamiliar theme hits… unseen for a while now, La Estrella Fugaz enters, to a middling reaction. She has a mic, and raises it to her lips:
Estrella: There is always someone else!
She walks down the ramp, nodding to the crowd, but not wasting much time before entering the ring and standing a safe distance from Blaine.
Blaine:.......Who the hell are you?
The crowd seems to concur with her statement.
Estrella: I am La Estrella Fugaz. The Shooting Star. Call me what you like. What’s important is that I am here to answer your challenge. You seem not to respect the other competitors here… but you have not beaten me.
Blaine: No. No. No. You're a nobody. You don't get to lose to me. An unknown deserves an unknown. So you run along. I will find you someone worthy of your stature.
Estrella: What use is a challenge uttered by someone who is not willing to back it up?
Blaine’s eye twitches.
Blaine: There’s no question of me backing it up. But you don’t just get to waltz up to a former women’s CHAMPION… and act as if you deserve a match for managing to breathe in an OCW ring. You will prove yourself against some… local talent. Or I could break you in half here and now.
Estrella just shrugs, smiling at Blaine.
Estrella: If that is how it must be, then so it shall be. And what if I beat your challenger?
Blaine: Then you’ve climbed the first rung of 1000. Now get out.
Blaine cocks a thumb and steps forward. The Shooting Star looks back and forth at the crowd, finally deciding to nod and back down, making her exit to slightly more positive of a reaction.
DRAGANA vs HEATHER ANGELO
We see Flojo sitting at an arcade cabinet in a bar. She is absorbed into the game and doesn’t notice who watched her playing for quite some time already while testing out the cocktail card.
She comes over, staggering a bit, with two drinks and leans on the chair Flojo is sitting on.
Ashley Moore: Hey Flojo, what a coincidence that I find you here.
Surprised by her Lotus Flojo misses her target.
Ashley Moore: Oh, I am sorry. Here, have a drink. It’s on me. See it as a piece offer for today.
Lotus Flojo: Gosh.
Ashley Moore: Yeah, I know you don’t like me and you have every reason for it, but let’s have a drink and forgot our differences for now.
Lotus Flojo: I usually don’t drink….Not with strangers at least.
Ashley Moore: More for me.
She drinks the cocktail she ordered for Flojo.
Ashley Moore: And don’t worry, the psycho who was thrown through a burning table is not here.
Lotus Flojo: Well, yeah, you ain’t leaving home with a move like that.
FloJo chuckles awkwardly.
Ashley Moore: It looked awesome.
Lotus Flojo: Err. Yes!
Ashley Moore: When I look at your shoulder I wonder how you are even able to compete, let alone slam someone through a table.
Ashley Moore: Apropos Empress, how can she lie so blatantly to me. She just kidnapped them and put ‘em into a chamber for three weeks.
Lotus Flojo: A Chamber? That’s illegal.
Ashley Moore: I know, right. If she was just honest to me and told me what she did earlier, then maybe we could have sorted it out together and everything would be fine.
Lotus FloJo: You gotta be better at picking your friends. Trust me, I know.
Lotus FloJo: I guess I’ll order something.
Ashley Moore: Here, have this one.
Ashley hands her the other drink she carries and FloJo takes a sip of it.
Lotus Flojo: Geez that’s pretty strong. How can you people drink anymore than one glass?
Ashley Moore: C’mon FloJo be a real woman and swallow
Lotus FloJo: Tch.
FloJo shakes her head.
FloJo: I have Heather to deal with. She’s been quite obsessed with me. Gotta break her heart, cause Valk has bigger fish to fry like Empress.
FloJo stares at Moore who’s still downing her drink. She then looks at Ashley’s briefcase and then looks back at Ashley.
Ashley Moore: Trust me, you are lucky that you didn’t win our match. It creates so much pressure. I can barely sleep at night, because I always have nightmares failing the cash in.
She finishes her drink and bangs the empty glass on the table.
Ashley Moore: But let’s not speak about it anymore. You have a match against Valkyrie next Turmoil, don’t you?
Lotus Flojo: Y-Yeah, but I’m not particularly looking forward to it.
Ashley Moore: How come?
Lotus FloJo: I mean, she’s my friend who happens to be the Women’s Champion. She’s one of the best right now. So our match could be a wash or match of the night if I'm gonna beat her.
Ashley Moore: *Slurp* * Gulp* *exhale*
She leans on Flojo’s shoulder.
Ashley Moore: Just forget her. She is super mean anyways. I try to say thank because of all that happened with her parents and she just insults me and doesn’t even give me the chance to say anything.
Lotus FloJo: Mean? You'd be like that too if you went through the same crap she did this year.
Ashley Moore (now extremely slurring): You know what, we should be a team. The worst two fighters together, that would fit.
Gooch noises can be heard from the arcade cabinet FloJo just left. A big crowd forms behind two people dueling in the new Kill la kill fighting game.
Lotus FloJo: See that? Don't think us as a team could work out, but how about you play with me on the next set?
The scene ends with Flojo destroying Ashley Moore, who is too drunk to figure out the controls, on the arcade machine.
