The crowd looked on confused. The last time they had seen Loki he was being kidnapped by The Orphanage and that was close to a month ago. There was a minor buzz, they were certainly happy to see him, but they were apprehensive of what gruesome stories he might tell even though he looked just as he did when he left.

Walking around the ring he grabbed a mic before rolling in.

Loki: It 'as been a pure unique past couple av weeks. bein' kidnapped by de orphanage wud seem ter be a 'orrific ordayle. But…

He allowed the crowd to contemplate the disturbing clowns and their actions.

Loki: But de' actually put a ma' up at de Monte Carlo in Vegas!

Members in the crowd looked around confused. They were met with other blank faces. Did he just say Vegas? Some idiot in the front row screamed out: Woo Hoo Vegas!

Loki: So 'ere oi wus in de back av a trunk..for cock an' 'en minutes. oi 'ad gotten me 'ands on a tire iron an' whaen it opened dare fifty wee l or big dummy or pringle pop. oi don’t nu but they got whacked bloody 'ard. an' 'e’s loike “ow, dude waaat de 'ell!”

The crowds blank faces remained. They had no clue what he had just said. An Australian, of all people, spoke up: We can't understand you, mate!

The crowd cheered.

Loki looked over thoughtfully and held up a finger. He gave a tremendous cough followed by a few wet hacks.

Loki: Yòu suǒyǐ wǒ zài zhèlǐ shì....

Australian fan: MATE!

Loki: Fine! Ruining a perfectly good story. Anyways so I got dropped off at the airport and handed a ticket and a note.

Crowd cheered at the return to English.

Loki: Now the note was hard to read. It was written by that Vincent guy, it looks like a paraplegic used his mouth to scribble it out. I assume it was because he hadn't passed second grade….Dear Mr. Loki, it said, we wish for this continuous feud to end. Since you are unbearably stubborn and we really need to move on to deal with other people, we had hoped to entice you with this month long stay at Monte Carlo in Las Vegas. The room is all paid for. Please enjoy the stay and please stay away.

The crowd returned to confusion, The Orphanage sent him to Vegas?

Loki: Now I was happy as hell, and I partied it up! Strippers!

The crowd cheers.

Loki: Alcohol!

They cheer again.

Loki: Gambling!

Crowd cheers.

Loki: So why return? He drops the smile and takes on a serious look. He glares at the fans: Hmm? Something brought me back….someone murdered Axton Bravo!

The crowd, remembering that indeed someone murdered Axton, looks guilty.

Loki: Some coward flew a helicopter and chased him down. And then they blew him up…

Loki: They stole a great fri…..Loki looks around with wide eyes, wondering if anyone caught on to what he was going to say: They stole from Turmoil a tremendous tal….Loki stopped again to reconsider his words. He really didn't want to lie: They killed a nic…...ah shoot to be honest I was bored, but none the less! I'm here to solve the case of Who Killed Axton!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hey Randy have you played the new pokemon go game that's out?
	Hell naw, pokemon is for sissies.

	It's just Loki kinda reminds me of a pokemon.
	If that's the case I think Loki should find the nearest cliff and jump off it. Poor guy.

The camera once again pans to the titantron where we take a look back at what happened after the womens match that took place earlier in the show.

Sebastian Abbott could still hear the Abbott fans chanting Welcome to the Abbottaire as he walked backstage after his match with Kassidy Hayes. Seb looked up to see Ginger lurking nearby.

Seb: Ginger get over here.

The intern walked over a slight scowl on his features.

Ginger: So Mr. Abbott you won tonight, albeit rather disappointingly. You also cost me fifty dollars.

Seb: Ha, you're not the only one disappointed in how the match ended. All I can say is I don't care because I won. As for losing fifty bucks, that's on you buddy. I see your cameraman is happy, he picked right didn't he?

The cameraman held up fifty dollars for the audience to see.

Ginger: Whatever... Can we talk about that ending? You hit a running mushroom stomp instead of your trademarked Gavel or Guillotine. That doesn't eat at your conscience?

Seb: Look here you red headed rat rooter, I won he didn't. If he had a problem with the match I'm sure he would've said something or attacked me by now. No more questions.

Ginger: Fair enough. You're a few weeks out from your first pay per view title match with Dennis Black. As the date draws closer what have you been doing to prepare?

Seb: Are you deaf mate? I said no more questions.

Walking off, Seb high fived the camera guy and turned the corner.

Ginger: Well viewers don't go away, coming up is the next wave of tournament matches. I've been Stephen Maxwell, back to you guys at ringside.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	These camera men sure are busy tonight.
	I think we should give the camermen more credit. They do one hell of a job.

	A challange was made earlier and now the match is about to happen.
	OCW's newest talent is up next.

Cactus

vs

Dustin White

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Big win for that man.
	Could one of these men be the next big thing for Turmoil?

Scene opens backstage where Kassidy is grabbing his things and shoving them into his bag, Stacy Clark knocks on the open door to get Kassidy's attention, he turns and walks up.

SC: Kassidy you were knocked out of the turmoil King of OCW tournament in round 1 in what most would say was a huge upset,

Kassidy: Seb is by far the most, opportunistic opponent I have ever had. Congrats on him, I don't give my opponents to many windows to take advantage of but I gave him one and he took. I thought I had Seb right where I wanted him, he was about to get hit with a Nightwalkers Sunset when all of a sudden hes on my shoulders.

Kassidy: I highly doubt Round two goes the same way for Seb. I'd also like to point out that I have had more matches in this last week then Seb has had all month. Seb wasn't chop clotheslined from someone jumping off a ladder and hit his neck on a table, Then 3 days later fight Versus on Riot. Seb isn't as soft as I thought but I wasn't as hard as I usually am,

Stacy gives Kassidy a look about what he just said,

Kassidy: You know what I meant, know what, get out, I'm leaving this arena now.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	OHHHHHHHHH KASSIDY... DON'T YOU DARE BE SOUR! Clap for TOM AND RANDY AND FEEL THE POWER.
	THE POWER!!!

The scene shifts backstage with Stacy Clark standing beside Dennis Black and Madison Cox. Madison was placing the title around Dennis’s waist as Stacy started speaking. The theme of Dia de los Muertos could be heard in the background.

Stacy: I’m here with Madison Cox and the Turmoil Television Champion, Dennis Black.

She turned to face the dynamic duo.

Stacy: Dennis, you’ve had the Turmoil locker room buzzing over the last few days. Saturday, You shocked us all with a win over the Turmoil Heavyweight Champion. Tuesday night you squeaked by Tobin Frost , a man who has main evented Wrestlution. But tonight, you’ve got another challenge waiting for you in the ring. Could we see an upset here tonight? He's yet to lose.

As Dennis opened his mouth to speak, Madison stepped in front of him.

Madison: May I?

Stacy gave a look of uncertainty to Dennis before nodding to Madison. Dennis frowned.

Madison: The nerve, Stacy. The nerve! You…

Madison points to the camera.

Madison: Them.

Madison then points in the direction of the curtain leading to the ring.

Madison: And all of these people have doubted and overlooked us. For us, there was never a doubt about Jackson, Tobin, Kassidy, Jimmy, Carter, Spur, Big Ed...and the list goes on. Those wins are only considered an upset to the blind sheep that pile into the Riot and Turmoil arenas. The uninformed. The uneducated.

The crowd starts to boo in the X-Tron’s direction.

Madison: Well let me educate the uneducated. Stacy, allow me to inform the uninformed. You people don’t get to jump on Denny Bear’s bandwagon, oh no! News flash, don't bet your last dollar on a Skull. Leave the 'upsets' to us.

Stacy mouthed ‘Denny...Bear?’ While Dennis facepalmed.

Madison: You people don’t get to cheer his name anymore. You people don’t get to pre order the shirt he doesn’t have. The list of people that believed in Dennis is very small. Myself, and your Overlord, that’s it!

The fans started to cheer for Dennis even louder, just to annoy Madison.

Madison: You people -

???: Lady! E...to the nuff! Shut up, please. Bugger off. Aren’t you needed at ringside?

Stacy, Dennis, Madison, and the camera all look to the right. Sebastian Abbot appeared on screen, waving at all three of them.

Abbot: So i was thinking…

Madison: Ugh…

Abbot: The grown ups are talking, Madi. Anyway. Imagine the treat it would be if we both made it to the Turmoil finals. Imagine, i’d get not one, but two shots at you. I’d get to take the crown...and your title.

Abbot winks to the pair and points at the title around Dennis’s waist. Dennis stepped forward until he was nose to nose with Seb.

Dennis: My reign is far from over.

Abbot: Yea, we’ll see about that. As you said some time ago, nothing lasts forever. Tick tock.

Madison pulled on Dennis’s jacket, trying to separate the two.

Madison: Save it for the pay per view! He’ll get his!

Madison and Dennis exit the scene, leaving Stacy alone with Abbot. Seb reaches for the mic.

Seb: May I?

Stacy nods and hands Seb the mic. He then looks to the camera.

Seb: Up next, everyone’s favorite gold digger and cuck taking on skull guy numero tre!

Stacy: ..Golden?

Seb: What?

Stacy: You said tre.

Seb: Isn’t that ‘three’?

Ginger appears out of nowhere.

Ginger: He’s facing two, which would be ‘dos’.

Seb: Of?

Ginger: ...What?

Seb: Dose of what? Why are you interrupting us!

Stacy looks to the camera and begs to have the feed cut.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Skull face is already in the ring and waiting for Dennis.
	After the display Dennis showed at Savage Saturday. May God have mercy on the skull face.

KING OF OCW ROUND 1

Dennis Black (c)

vs

Skull Face #2

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He's going to the second round.
	Huge win for that man.

The camera returns to the backstage area where Stacy Clark has a sullen look on her face, obviously holding back some unfortunate news.

Stacy Clark: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Turmoil. I’m here with breaking news concerning the King of OCW Round 1 match-up between Bray S. Spur and Jacob Trance. I’ve just received word that Jacob Trance is unable to partake in his match tonight due to being arrested for apparent theft charges.

Stacy Clark: However, Bray will indeed be in act-

As Stacy pauses her statement, she loses her train of thought at the sound of familiar voices roaming down the hallway. As she collects her thoughts, two figures speed walk behind her towards the exit ramp. The cameraman slowly follows suit, enabling them to be heard.

Ace: Everything’s set in motion, Ali!

Bray S. Spur: That’s why I love you, sis. Dumbass probably didn’t even see it coming.

Ace: You’ve got a lotta balls asking me to do that! I could put your ass in jail for that.

Bray S. Spur: But you won’t because you love me, correct?

Ace: You’re a son of a bitch, sometimes, you know. Trance didn’t deserve that.

Bray S. Spur: Come on, you don’t know that! Besides, wasn’t that fun! Get your adrenaline running!?

Ace: It went against everything I learned in school. All my principles.... and it was hella fun!

The two laugh and continue on their way. Stacy rushes to the superstar, which catches Ace’s eye. She sighs and tugs at Bray’s arm. He spins around and nearly has a meltdown when he sees Stacy approaching him with a microphone. Ace puts a convincing, yet disturbing, smile on her face.

Ace: Hey girllll. How you doin’?

Stacy Clark: Wonderful, thanks for asking! Did... I just overhear you two talking about Jacob Trance?

Bray S. Spur: The ass got himself arrested. It pays to be clean, Stacy. Remember that! If you’ll excuse me....

Stacy Clark: Bray, you do realize that you have a match tonight, right?

The two look at each other with confusion as Bray shakes his head repeatedly.

Bray S. Spur: Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah. Trance isn’t here. That means I get the automatic win by forfeit!

Stacy Clark: ... Where did you come up with that?

Bray S. Spur: Doesn’t matter. What matters is that Jacob Trance is my opponent! Is Jacob Trance available tonight? Nope. Nada. So unless you have ANOTHER replacement for me, I suggest you-

Stacy Clark: You have a replacement opponent.

Bray S. Spur: Son of a bitch.

He throws his bag over his shoulder and closes his eyes.

Bray S. Spur: ... Just tell me who I’m facing.

Stacy Clark: Unfortunately, we do not know who you’re facing yet.

Bray paces in front of Stacy. He laughs a little and looks at her. Ace stands by, ready to evacuate if necessary.

Bray S. Spur: Ladies, ladies, calm down! Ace, go to the locker room and go make yourself pretty, alright? I got this.

Ace: And why should I do that?

Bray puts a hand on Ace’s shoulder.

Bray S. Spur: Ace, ma sœur aimante (my loving sister), go ahead and get to the gorilla position. And make yourself pretty, alright?

Ace: ... I didn’t know you spoke French?

Bray S. Spur: I don’t. I just heard it on television yesterday.

Ace: Oh really?

Bray S. Spur: Yep... Speaking of did you get a facial reconstruction or something while I was wrestling?

Ace: No, why?

Bray looks up and down at his sister, who, unbeknownst to her, looks a tad darker in color.

Bray S. Spur: Don’t worry about it. Get.

Mouthing off to herself, Ace heads to the locker room, leaving Bray with a nervous Stacy and a shaking cameraman. Returning his gaze to Stacy, Bray notices a small puddle beneath the cameraman’s feet.

Bray S. Spur: I know the hell you didn’t just....

Stacy Clark: What’s wrong?

Bray looks to the sky and prays to the good lord Baby Jeebus before looking at Stacy.

Bray S. Spur: Nothing. Anyway, Stacy. Got somethin’ else for your boy?

Stacy Clark: This is more of a personal question. Many people, including myself, have been questioning your attitude lately. Especially since you’ve been entered into the King of OCW tournament. Do you have a comment on that?

Bray S. Spur: I’ve had enough of your disingenuous assertions, Stacy.

Bray looks towards the locker room and takes a deep breath.

Bray S. Spur: OH, AND BY THE WAY B, TICK TOCK TICK TOCK! Sue me, asshole!

He looks back to Stacy.

Bray S. Spur: The fact of the matter is, Stacy, it’s King of OCW time! The thirstiest and angriest time of the year for everyone! Including me, case you didn’t notice! I failed to become the number one contender. I failed to achieve greatness!

Bray begins to sob and sputter like crazy. He lays his head on Stacy’s shoulder and, not knowing what to do, begins to pat his head. After a few pats, Bray quickly rises up, tears gone.

Bray S. Spur: But you know what? It’s all numbers and stats to me! You know why? I’ve got a new goal!... The KING... OF TURMOIL! Has there been a black King of Turmoil yet?

Bray S. Spur: Nevermind that. Too lazy to look up my history. Nonetheless, I know that I’m not one of the favorites to win the tournament, and I understand that. Nobody wants to look at this sexy ass S logo everyday, boasting and bragging down the hallway everyday and night.

Bray S. Spur: Picture this Stacy: The Broken Spirit of OCW, standing tall as the King of OCW, having decimated everyone put in his way. Another one, another one, ANOTHER ONE! A black person matter of fact! #BlackWrestlersMatter. Shoutout to you, Hashtag Hero.

For the first time in years, a portion of the crowd actually cheers Bray because of his shout-out.

Bray S. Spur: And when I become the King of OCW,... I honestly don’t know what I’m gonna do, honestly. I might demand the whole roster line up and kiss my feet, I might get those two candy assclown commentators FIRED.... just joking, no hard feelings assholes. Ace might wanna slap the piss outta ya, but screw it. Hell, I might even join the Gentleman’s Club! Actually, I might get a theme change, because let me tell you, “breaking chains” is badass itself, but... eh, maybe not. Maybe I’ll-

Bray turns his face to the right.

Bray S. Spur: Turn face!

Stacy Clark: Are you implying that-

Bray S. Spur: Stacy, Stacy....

Bray gets closer to Stacy and puts his arm around her shoulder.

Bray S. Spur: Why are you being so serious? Honestly, everybody around here is all pouty and moody lately? I’m happy! I’m up like Donald Trump!

Bray turns his head away from the camera and whispers to himself.

Bray S. Spur: [whispering] What the fudge did I just say?

He turns his head back around.

Bray S. Spur: Sorry about that. It’s a song that got stuck up there. Friggin Rae Sremmurd.... BUT ANYWAY, back to the topic at hand..

Stacy cuts him off with a hand to the mouth and she stares at Bray with much confusion.

Stacy Clark: Bray,... are you bipolar?

Bray S. Spur: Mhmmmdmmm....

Stacy lowers her hand.

Bray S. Spur: On good days when I’m not thinking too much. Why?

Stacy Clark: Just being cautious.

Bray S. Spur: You’re just like my sister. Ease up, sweet cakes. It’s King of OCW time, and I’m two matches away from becoming a god-damn king! I’m hype, I’m showered up, sorry bout that Kass, 'ol Mickey Mouse tattoo havin ass. But anyway, I’m READY to end this saga of the Broken Spirit and begin anew as the King... Of... OCW!! Get it? Got it? Good!

After Bray leaves, Stacy and the cameraman stand confused as to Bray’s sudden happiness, perhaps just a phase in his craziness.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Did you remember them gas masks tonight?
	I sure did Randy.

	Thank the heavens.
	I got a supply of them for the people sitting in the front row tonight. We can't have our fans turning away now.

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