Saturday August 30th, Los Angeles International Airport security check point.

Younger kid wearing a chill B shirt spinning around in circles as he tries to pass the time as the line slowly moves in front of him and his mother’s. Only a few people remain in front of them as the mother sips on her Starbucks Coffee doing her best trying to calm her son down as he accidentally bumps into the man standing behind them.

Mother: See William this is why I was telling you to calm down and wait patiently, you just bumped into that man. Now apologize to him.

William turns around looking down at the ground embarrassed his mother is making him apologize as he looks up slowly and his mouth drops in shock as he realizes who the man is behind him.

The man slides his glasses off his face pushing them through his bleach blonde hair, putting his finger his over his mouth to tell William to be quiet not to give away his identity as he smiles.

?????: Don’t worry about it William accidents happen buddy…

The mystery man pulls his headphones out of his ears as he leans down placing his phone on the ground, as he laces his white high top vans.

William leans over looking at the video playing on the man’s phone as his mom flicks him in the back of his head for being so nosey as they move to the front of the line as they wait to be called.

William: He said you were in Hollywood…. Is he going to be ok?

The mystery man finishes with his shoe as he snatches his phone back up as the video of Sid Harrison being attacked by Jackson continues to play over and over again as he stands back up. Pulling his sunglasses off his head as he places them on Williams head.

????: Nothing can keep him down don’t worry about it. He will be back and better then ever…

William: What about Hollywood?

Williams mother pulls him along as he stares back waiting for an answer….

????: Hollywood can wait……

William smiles as he passes through security looking back at the man before he continues on.

William: #Thank You.

The man smiles as he proceeds to the security counter. Placing his ticket and ID and ticket on the counter. The security officer checks over the ticket as he reads the name…

Security: And what is reason behind your flight to New York Mr.Lee

Austin pauses his phone ad the frame freezes on the image of Sid Harrison covered in blood… A smile slowly growing across his face as he looks up at the security officer…

#Austin Lee: #Business….

The camera pans to the announce team.

	It's been a while since we have last seen Austin Lee.
	I wonder if he's on his way to Terminal 5

	Up next the mean Cactus Gauge is in action against Zeb Melrose.
	All these people making there own matches. We need a GM damn it.

Cactus Gauge

vs

Zeb Melrose

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He has got to be happy with himself.
	I would be. That guy is moving on up.

B-17 had his 67 Impala back.

Replacing the engine had been pricy but he loved his baby too much to give up on her like that.

Oh she was purring again loudly. So loudly in fact that when he arrived to the terminal everyone knew he was here.

Which is what Madison and Dennis had been waiting for.

He pulled into Axton’s old spot. People were superstitious around here, but before he could kill the engine his passenger door opened and Madison hopped in the front. Dennis jumped in the backseat.

B-17 looked at both of them in turn, shrugged his shoulders, and shifted the car into reverse.

B-17: Buckle up.

Madison: Huh-

B-17 pressed on the gas and they rocketed back. Spinning the car around made a loud screech in the parking lot, but Dennis Black’s scream could still be heard as an underlying wail of fear.

Madison: What are you doing!

B-17 drifted out of the garage onto the street. His ears were starting to hurt from all the screaming coming from his back seat.

B-17: What? You got in my car. I figured you wanted a ride.

Madison: NO! We just want to talk about the match tonight---ahhhhhhhhhh!

It was not the most appropriate time to blow through a red light but he did anyways.

B-17: Well, from what I’ve heard, nothing can shut you up. So...talk.

Dennis places both hands over his stomach, looking a bit green in the face. Another red light was skipped, which made the pink haired bombshell nervous.

Madison: We uh..,god! What is wrong with you?!

B-17: Hm?

Madison spoke very quickly:Justwantedtomakesurewewereonthesamepage!!!

B-17 shrugged: I’m there to beat on Jackson.

Madison: Let us out!!

The car sped back into the lot of Terminal 5. Madison and Dennis immediately crawled out of the vehicle. Dennis vomited on the on the parking lot floor. B -17 walked around the vehicle and blinked several times.

B-17: The hell do you feed this guy?

Madison looked away from the vomit and said 'Kale'

B-17: That how he jumps so well?

Madison: ...Uh huh.

B-17: Not worth it.

B-17 pats Dennis on the back before leaving: Steak works wonders. See you guys out there tonight!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I love car rides.
	I think I finally found out that strip club that Jimmy was at a few weeks back.

	I guess you are wanting to go there after Turmoil.
	Hell yeah I do. But looks like the Ding is in action next.

Bill Ding

vs

Matt Mercer

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Some big wins happening tonight Tom.
	Trueeeeeee.

The scene opens in a doctor's waiting room. Jacob sits, a man in a white coat, presumably a doctor has been explaining what’s going on.

Jacob Trance: What does that mean, doctor?

Doctor: Well, it’s a curious case to be honest, Mr. Trance. He seems to be completely healthy, completely sane even. Yet he initial diagnosis suggest he is suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Trance: Which is?

Doctor: He has multiple personalities.

Trance looked exasperated: You don’t say?

Doctor: It’s odd to find someone suffering from this disease to be so calm and rational, fully in control of his mentality.

Trance:...You don’t watch OCW do you?

Doctor: What’s that?

Trance: Nevermind. Is this what caused the fever?

The doctor skimmed through his notes: Nope. The fever is not a direct cause of that. Although a fever can cause his disorder to become more aggressive. No...what caused his fever is that one of his personalities, Bobby, had gone on vacation to The Congo, there apparently he came into contact with a very mysterious disease.

Trance: He’s not actually sick is he?

Doctor: Not at all, but his mind was convinced that he was sick and therefore he became ill. The mind is very powerful.

Trance: I know, I was the leader of a cult for over a year…

The doctor looks up, clicking his pen as if preparing to take notes.

Trance: No, no, on World of Craftwar. Or something, anyway… Is there a way to help him? Without removing his brain?

Doctor: Why heavens, yes! We don’t remove anyone's brain anymore, we’re not savages!

Jacob smiles.

Trance: That’s good… So is it like Ritalin or something? It won’t make him go crazy and start trying to eat people will it?

Doctor: There are always some side effects with any sort of drugs, Mr Trance, however, I can confidently say your friend will not become a flesh eating beast.

Trance: What about the memories of his… Other memories? Will he remember that, or will it all just fade away? I mean, it seems to be all he’s ever known, won’t that hurt him?

The doctor pauses, having a glance at his notes before scribbling something down and signing it.

Doctor: Again, we cannot say for sure, there may be some residual echoes of what he has experienced, his true personality may even resurface and be completely different from what it once was. Or he might remain the same with no ill effects, he claims to have a 401k and a disturbing amount of knowledge in quantum physics...It’s all very interesting and I’d much like to document him further.

Trance growls a little.

Trance: He’s not some sort of experiment.

Doctor: Interesting… I’m told you only really interacted with him properly a week ago.

Trance: We’re in the wrestling business, alliances can form just because you bought someone coffee. I just don’t like people being mistreated.

The doctor tears off the slip at the bottom and hands it over to Jacob.

Doctor: This will help him, just make sure he takes one when he wakes up, one at noon and one before bed.

Trance: I’m not his carer…

Doctor: Yes, yes. He’s already had his dose for this evening so you don’t need to worry too much about that.

Trance stares, looks at the slip then sighs.

Trance: Okay, I’ll take him home then.

Suddenly Loki comes walking out of his room. He is completely nude. A few nurses gawk and the doctor quickly rushes over to usher Loki back into the room.

Loki: Doc! I got work to do!

Doctor: Of course you do, but you can rest first can’t you?

Loki: Nope. I've come to my senses. Axton Bravo is dead, and I could care less!

Doctor: Who?

Loki: Big, dumb guy. Oddly shaped.

During all of this Trance has remained motionless uncertain of what to do.

Loki: Trance, Turmoil calls!

The doctor takes advantage as Loki begins to walk towards Trance with his arms out stretched and quickly jabs a needle into his butt.

Loki: WOAH!

Loki retaliates by swinging around wildly and grabbing his ass.

He begins to run: Run Trance! They're after our arses!

Loki begins to run but his equilibrium is off and he veers off at an odd angle. He crashes into a nurse and knocks her over. He continues running but his escape is short lived and he runs directly into a wall and falls over.

Loki:….who...wodun puma a wallz dere?

Trance walks over to the doctor: That was actually normal, I think

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Those guys.
	Idiots...

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