After the commercial break we cut back to the ring. The squared circle is empty except for a table sitting in the middle with a black folder on top. The lights dim as Valkyrie’s music keeps up.

The crowd jumped to their feet in excitement as the OCW Women’s Champion steps out on the stage holding the Women’s title over her head high. She makes her way down to the ring with a stern look on her face.

The crowd can be heard cheering Valkyrie’s name as she climbs into the ring. She signals to the camera crew to pass her a microphone. She paces back and forth in the center of the ring taking in the sound of the crowd. She lifts the mic up to her lips.

Valkyrie: I have a message for my number one contender. In two weeks I'll be defending my title against you and prove that all of your "plans" are a fluke.

Valkyrie: You "injured" Flojo's arm and then 7 days later she used that same "injured" arm to lift you up and put you through a table. Did you actually injure her in the parking lot? Or were you giving her a SPA treatment?

Valkyrie: Your oh-so-evil plan to kidnap my family to "get inside my head" made you lose the only ally you had in this company and supposed best friend.

Valkyrie: What was the point in all of this if it ended up hurting you more than it hurt me?

Valkyrie: I don't get you, Empress. Are you trying to impress me? Are you trying to scare me?

Valkyrie: Well, it's not working for you, is it? You think you are the Joker of this Fairy Tale? Ha.

Valkyrie laughs

Valkyrie: You are no Joker. Hell, you are not even Poison Ivy. You are goofy, you are a mess. You are the Kite-Man.

At that moment Empress’ music hits the crowd erupts into boos. Valkyrie looks at the ramp awaiting Empress’ appearance. The music continues to play but, still no sign of her on the stage.

As the music cuts out the crowd looks around the arena to see where she could be coming from but, still nothing. As Valkyrie goes to lift the mic to her mouth.

The crowd breaks out into boos as Empress appears on the stage with a microphone in hand. She appears all bruised and taped up as she makes her way toward the ring. Empress stops at the bottom of the ramp and stares around at the crowd for a moment.

Empress: Valkyrie-Chan... I would like to get a few things straight first I couldn’t give two flying fluffs about Flojo and her injuries. But,

Empress: If we want to bring up her inhuman healing abilities maybe, OCW needs to step up its drug testing procedures and do a piss test on little Ms. Wolverine.

Empress: But, that's beside the fact. You speak of planes..planes change and planes fail.

Empress: I mean wasn’t your plane to bury me at Road 2 Glory? How did that work out for you? You see Valkyrie planes were Ashley’s thing.

Empress: All that sneaking around and social media bullshit that was never my style of doing things. Let me tell you about mukashi no watashi. Mukashi no watashi roughly means “Old Me” and old me didn’t do planes. The old me was more of an up close and personal type of girl.

A bag of popcorn flies out of the crowd hitting her in the chest and landing at her feet. She looks over at a guy wearing a “Straight out of Valhalla” shirt with disgust before turning to walk up the Stairs case.

Empress grabs her neck in pain as she climbs into the ring. Empress starts walking toward Valkyrie and stopping right in her face.

Empress: If old me did not like someone, old me would have no problem walking into a ring..a lot like this...walking straight up to that person’s face..a lot like I’m doing now...

Empress: And beating the living hell out of that person… A lot like what I’m thinking of doing now. But, before old me makes a return. Let’s talk because old me is a person of few worlds and so before I destroy you please say what’s on your chest.

Valkyrie: Destroy me? I don’t think so. Let me tell you a secret about that Turmoil we main event. Originally there was supposed to be a celebration for my WrestLution victory.

Valkyrie: But I went to the bookers and said: "You know what? Let's use this screen time to give some new talent a chance to shine”.

Valkyrie: I handpicked you.

Valkyrie: I hand picked you because you are the next big thing. You are the next Top Female of OCW. It might happen at Consequence, it might happen later. But you are destined to take my spot at some point.

Valkyrie: And you know… despite all of this, all of the insults, the attacks… I like you. I respect you.

Valkyrie: I respect you because you are the only Villain left in this Fairy Tale.

Valkyrie: I can't believe I'm actually going to say this but... I miss Bertha. I miss Cheryl. I miss Riley Quinn, I miss Showblitz, I miss Kassidy Hayes, hell I even miss Moore when she wasn't a broken empty shell of herself.

Empress: Are you done? Because all I hear is my name is Valkyrie blah blah... I handpicked you..blah blah...

Empress: You walk around like your OCW Women’s Champion but, all I see is a spoiled whiny OCW Bitch. Do you want to talk the truth?

Empress: You say you handpicked me for the Main Event because why? Because you see me as next Top OCW female?..or because you see me as a threat to the only thing you have left.

Empress: I remember a certain macaroni art eating bitch with blonde hair stating I was a horrible person and role model but, as I became more and more popular and she continued to fall out of the limelight.

Empress: Any of that sounds familiar? Yet you make it seem as if I should be thanking you for an opportunity at fighting a washed up has-been with insecurity problems who is desperately trying to prove she’s still a good person when in reality she’s just as bad as the rest of us?

Empress: Let me ask you something..How was Dragana after Turmoil 225 when you dropped her through the top of the cell not once but twice?

Empress: Did you visit her in the hospital at all? Did you apologize for trying to end her career? Or did you just push on to the next person?

Valkyrie staggers a bit, while the crowd is mumbling

Valkyrie: Alritghty! First of all, I was still voted Top Female last month. I'm not sure what you are on about. Second, it was Mr. Sensations idea to put me in the cell.

Valkyrie: He thought he was going to end my career but it didn't work out did it? You should ask him personally, I'm sure he won't mind. Right now he's probably splurging over your roster page render.

Valkyrie: After all, I know you "botch" your lines on purpose because Our Hero finds it cute. He told me he thought I was cute too when I used to do it last year. And you still think my fans are the perverted ones?

Valkyrie: That being said, you are the final boss for me to slain… well, to be fair, you more like a side quest that I need to complete to get that 100% achievement, but you get what I'm saying right.

Empress: Even now you talk to me like I’m just another level in a video game to be passed. But, come Consequence this isn’t going to be a wrestling match and it sure as hell isn’t going to be a video game.

Empress: Because old me is going to beat the fluff out of that pretty little face of yours till that perverted neckbeard over there with the “Straight out of Valhalla” shirt can’t even recognize who the fluff you are.

Empress continues to stare a hole into Valkyrie’s face as she flips open the black folder and scribbles her name on the contract before slamming the pen on the table.

Valkyrie picks up the pen and signs the paper. She then glares back at Empress as the camera fades to the announce team

Heather is seen staggering backstage after her match with the former Women’s Champion Dragana. She holds herself up against the wall and places her hand on the side of her neck.

She turns her head in a swivel to crack her neck. She lets out her trademark laugh.

Heather: That was AMAZING! I haven’t felt this exuberant in such a long time..hahaha.

Heather: Dragana I want to thank you for impinging your will to every fiber of my being.

Heather shrugs her shoulders and then stands up on her own two feet once again. She closes her eyes and tilts her head to one side and then the other.

She opens her eyes and the camera zooms into her face.

Heather: I know you heeded my message to you earlier tonight. Your mind is very strong, Dragana.

Heather: I’ll see you next meditation.

As Heather clenches her teeth the scene fades.

MUGEN vs ANTONIO EVERRETT(c)

The scene opens on the backstage area, this section of the arena somewhat empty, quiet, and yet, still dramatically lit for some reason. The rapid patter of footsteps approaches, with the One Man Revolution and reigning Pride Champion himself, Bobby Minio, skulking into frame.

An oversized pair of headphones are clamped onto Minio’s head and as he approaches the camera, the lack of a cord on the headphones and the shape and design would confirm to more knowledgeable viewers that these are noise blocking earmuffs, not unlike what you would see someone on the runway at an airport wearing.

Minio looks more disheveled, even more than usual, his hair matted down, fleshy bags drooping just below his shades and a pale tint to his otherwise olive complexion. He’s walking hurriedly through the halls, seemingly to nowhere in particular, clutching the Pride Championship over his shoulder.

He crosses through the frame of the camera, making a left turn down another hallway when he is stopped dead in his tracks. Standing in front of him is Telos, dressed to the nines and looking down at the stressed out Champion who had just walked head first into his broad chest.

Telos: You look pitiful. Worse off than I thought. But that's not my concern, nor why I'm here. I've waited, and waited, patiently, for my shot at that title on your shoulder. And you know that.

Telos: I stood right in that ring and told you that I was coming when I got left out of the fatal 4 way. I told you again when Maxwale was given not one, but TWO chances to take it from you. Where he failed, I plan to succeed.

Telos: It's time Bobby. No more ducking. No more dodging. No more asking. You and me, man to man, for the Pride Championship.

Minio watches blankly before making a dumb expression and pointing to the earmuffs on his head. Telos reaches over and removes the earmuffs, handling them to Minio who scowls up at the man. Telos repeats himself.

Telos: I've respected your time as champ, and tried to do things the right way. This meeting was nothing more than an inevitability. I said it last week, and looking at you now, I was right.

Telos: The Pride Championship is weighing you down Bobby. Let me relieve you of that burden.

With his lip curling upwards in annoyance, Minio stomps a foot down in resignation and reaches up, removing foam plugs from his ears.

Bobby Minio: Alright man, what?

Telos: I'm done with these games, Minio. I want that championship, and I already know I'm not going to be given anything. So I'm gonna take that shit from you.

Bobby Minio: “I’m gonna take that shit from you” …

Minio’s back straightens, his shoulders square out again, the color in his complexion begins to fill again and he somehow looks decidedly less sickly.

Bobby Minio: You walk around this place looking like Mike Haggar dozed off in a tanning bed, you hound me down for weeks putting my name and MY title out there, now you walk up to me and tell me you’re going to “take that shit” from me... and you know what, Telos? You know what?

Bobby Minio: It worked. Congrats pal. You put it out there like the SECRET, you spoke it into existence, and now... you’ve made my list of shit to do this month.

Bobby Minio: You did it. So you are going to “take this shit” from me, but it’s not the shit you want. You’re gonna take this piss, this vinegar and this smoke, IN THAT ORDER.

Bobby Minio: So yeah, Telos. Eventually... I’m going to make the mistake of giving you exactly what you want and rewarding this sort of behavior, just to prove a point to myself and the doubters out there.

Bobby Minio: So you want a shot at the Champ, Telos? You got it. Consequences be damned.

Telos: About damn time. You see, I look into your eyes, and I can see that small ounce of confidence you had left….and it's shattered.

Telos: It's sad, really. But empathy ain't getting me through the "glass ceiling". Nah, only force of will can do that. And by the time we're through, I'll make sure that bitch is shattered too.

As Telos stares down at Minio waiting for his response, a crunching sound can be heard. The camera pans downward, showing Minio’s grip around the region of the earmuffs where the cuffs meet the arms of the headband is tightening, breaking the plastic throughout the earmuffs.

He drops them down at his side, his lip again curling upward for just a second before clearing his throat. He goes to open his mouth to speak but catches himself, before adding.

Bobby Minio: You know what? No. I won’t give you the satisfaction of continuing this right now. I want you to sit and stew on this, the way I had to sit and stew on you creeping up on what’s mine over the last few weeks.

Bobby Minio: You’ll hear more from me when I feel like it. Aside from that, I’ll see you at Consequences, but be ready to bring it all because the results speak for themselves when I put the Pride Championship on the line with some half stepper.

Telos: That's cool, Bobby. Because talking ain't gonna get me that title. So I'll just end it with this:

Telos: History is written by the victor, and after Consequences, that's just some shit you gonna have to deal with.

Hearing Telos speak his mind, Minio’s eyes narrow as he silently nods. He reaches up, rubbing his chin, continuing to nod, and then wags his index finger towards Telos as if to say “you got it, kid” before he side steps around Telos and walks down the hall, the camera catching his head continuing to nod over his shoulder as he walks further away.

The camera pans back to Telos and holds on him before fading to the ring-side area.

WE NOT FINISHED YET!