The camera pans backstage where Blake and Leon are walking the hallway after the match. You can see by the expression on their face's, they are not happy with how the match went down. Just ahead Jim Black is waiting by as he hopes to get a interview with them.

Jim Black: "Hey, I was hoping I could get an interview with you both. It looks like Skwad are on a bit of a losing streak right now, How will this affec..."

Leon knocks the microphone out of Jim's hand cutting him off. Both Leon and Blake are pissed.

Blake Majin: "The only reason we lost tonight is because me and Leon were not 100%. If Jimmy and that Spiderman wannabe were to fight us when we were at are best. They wouldn't have stood a chance against me and Leon tonight."

Leon: "You need to wipe that smile from of your face Jim or we will wipe it off for you. Blake has been sick for weeks but unlike the rest of this stupid roster, it doesn't stop him from coming to work. This man has had bronchitis and pneumonia and is on a hell of a lot of medication for it."

Blake: "Then you have Leon here who has food poisoning on top of a nasty chest infection but we're still here Jim. Here because OCW needs us to be."

Leon: "Tonight was a devastating display for sure but you win and lose some from time to time. We will always win the ones that matter and believe me when I tell you. We will have the last laugh."

Jim picks up his microphone from off the floor.

Jim Black: "If you guys were so sick, why didn't you have Malu or Nathan in the tag match?"

Leon: "I am getting sick of all these questions... I think you better leave while you can still run."

Jim just stands there not sure at what he should do until Blake smacks him across the face. Jim falls to his knees.

Blake Majin: "You heard him!"

Jim gets up and starts running away. As Leon and Blake are about to walk away, Willow comes walking in.

Willow: "Hey daddy, Hi Leon."

Blake Majin: "Hey pumpkin."

Leon: "Hey Willow, everything alright?"

Willow: "Yeah, Parker is just getting ready for his match and then everyone is about done here tonight."

Blake Majin: "We just got one more thing to do before the end of the night."

Blake looks at Leon with a smirk.

Leon: "Yeah, Alex has got this."

Blake Majin: "Sounds good."

Willow: "Oh before I forget. Your phone rang earlier Leon and I answered it for you. Those people you hired to search for the book. Well they found the location of where the book is being held."

Leon: "They did?"

Willow: "Some library museum is south Detroit. I got the location back in the locker room."

Blake Majin: "Looks like we might be able to grant Tibby that wish."

Leon: "Excellent."

Blake, Leon and Willow head to the locker room as they get ready to cheer on and watch Parker Stevens who is in action next. We go back to Randy and Tom.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Look's like it didn't work out, quite how they wanted it to tonight.
	I wonder what book they're talking about. Sounds spooky if you ask me.

	Up next Parker Steven's takes on the stink... I mean Bray S.Spur.
	He's already filed a complaint in against us for calling him that. SISSY!!!

Parker Stevens

vs

Bray S.Spur

The camera pans to the announce team.

	...
	He's asking for it!

The scene opens in the Ladies locker room where Madison is seen nursing her bruises following her match, holding an ice pack to her head. A drop of dried blood sits just under her nose. Madison sits down on the couch in a huff muttering to herself as she noticed the dried blood.

Madison: ….Stupid Alex and Casey… don't you guys have AARP forms to fill out… Stupid bloody nose… I just exfoliated!

Amidst her muttering, Madison noticed Sophia pop in the locker room to grab a few things.

Madison: Ahem … Sophia! Sophia ... Wait up!

Sophia looks to Madison with an eyebrow raised looking slightly annoyed, and then grimaces once she notices the beating that face of the normally prim and proper Madison took.

Sophia: Ouch, your face…

Madison: Yea I know… Look Sophia, I'm glad you came in here, kinda wanted to get a chance to chat with you…

Sophia turns towards her, looking a bit surprised.

Sophia: Oh?

Madison: I know we haven't always been the bestest of friends…

Sophia scoffs: Well uh, you attacked me! You AND Alex!

Madison: Well I mean…

Sophia: Do you think I've forgotten about the Queen of Turmoil tournament, where you brought in Pain to decimate the entire division?

Madison: Yea but I-

Sophia: You've been walking around claiming to be the “Queen” when technically it was me that was crowned, but you dubbed yourself that anyways by association with Dennis Black.

Madison: Well sure but see-

Sophia: You've even tried stealing my belt out of my bag!

Madison holds up her hands to ‘stop’ Sophia.

Madison: Ok ok, look! Things have… changed… I mean, look at Alex and I… That bitch turned on me so fast my hair dye flew out from whiplash. Not to mention, you lost your bestie as well. She stole your title. Literally…’stole’ your title. So we have that one thing in common. Just the one.

Madison: My point is… We're in the same faction now… And like Verus said, things are about to get crazy out there- we need to have each other's back. And you and I… The two ladies of the group and two of the leading ladies of this division … We need to stick together.

Madison: We might not always see eye to eye… And clearly we are cut from different cloths, mine being the finest of silks and yours being...ah...cotton? Denim? We don’t need to be friends. No need to get our nails done together. No sharing of frappuccinos. Do we really need to take two trips? I’m a Starbucks kinda gal and you are most likely that stuff from the gas station? And that’s okay too! There doesn’t need to be evenings where I drink wine and you drink ah...Samson Arnold.

Sophia: Samuel Adams...

Madison: Sounds too urban… But… Dammit…

Sophia: You know what? That's probably the most rational thing I’ve heard you say, like ever.

Madison: H-hey now…

Sophia: I don't know that I can ever trust you… But for as long as we are both a part of Rev Inc… I guess I'll have your back. And when this is over, we are going to settle this little feud of ours…

Madison: Agreed! Until then, you'll make a fine vassal.

Sophia: Um. What?

Madison: Eh...carry my banner?

Sophia: I have no idea what you're saying. Look, if I'm gonna have your back...you need to decide what era you're living in and stick to it.

Madison: Very well.

Madison looks to the camera and extends her arm forward and upward.

Madison: The revolution is united! For bruising perfection, the Skwad will experience scorched earth!

Sophia quickly pushes Madison’s arm back down to her side.

Sophia: Just because you look like one of Hitler’s chosen doesn't mean you should do that! God. I can.

The scene fades out as we return once again to Randy and Tom.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That Sophia, one of a kind.
	I never thought I'd see the day that those two would get along.

PREVIOUSLY RECORDED...

Little has been seen of Jackson Montgomery in the last week. He’s been resting and getting his mind right thanks to Versus in a little place called Flora-Bama. Since getting there late Saturday night, Jackson hasn’t done much other than workout and eat, food among other things… Jackson is sitting on a bean bag chair watching his old matches on the OCW network when there is a knock on the door. Jackson pauses his match against Malu and gets up to answer the door only to find there is no one there, just a note. He bends down, picks up the note and closes the door as he starts to read it.

Jackson Montgomery: Dear Monty, Oh Jesus H. I hope you enjoy your stay but I need to remind you that June will be stopping by soon. Who the hell is June?

Just as he says this, a man in his late 70s jumps from behind the counter. He’s wearing a cowboy hat, Jackson’s hat to be exact, no shirt and overalls.

June: Why, that’s me sonny! Uncle June to be exact!

Jackson Montgomery: Jesus, Mary and the greatest band ever Lynyrd Skynyrd. You scared the hell out of me. Wait...how long have you been down there?

Jackson peers over the counter to see a cot set up with a hot plate and a few open cans of beans lying around. He then catches a whiff of what can only be described as a dead animal wrapped in B-17’s horrible movie. Jack immediately jumps back.

Uncle June: Why I live here!

Jackson Montgomery: You live here? I’ve been here almost a week and I haven’t seen you at all!

Uncle June: I move in the shadows boy! I am the darkness!

Jackson Montgomery: I'm not sure you can say 'darkness'. You have the skin tone of a toilet!

Uncle June: I AM THE NIGHT! HEHEHEHE!!!

Having said that, Uncle June jumps up and runs through the lounge and out the back. Jackson was so caught up in this nonsense that he didn’t hear the door open and someone come in. Jackson shakes his head in disbelief before walking over to the fridge. He opens it up and grabs a beer before seeing a tray of brownies with a note on them. Rest up! We’ll need you! <3 VS Jackson reaches in a grabs one and close the fridge. Just as he puts it up to his mouth…

???: Don’t do that.

Jackson Montgomery: By the beard of Odin! Can’t people announce themselves when they walk in?

Jackson turns around and see just who it was warning him about a brownie from Versus. It was none other than Lauren Ewashko, the winner of the 2016 Miss Flora-Bama bikini contest. Jackson sees this gorgeous site and drops the brownie and his beer. When the can hits the floor, beer shoots straight up and bouncing off Jackson’s glorious beard and sprays Ms. Ewashko wet tshirt contest style.

Jackson Montgomery: OH! I’m so sorry. That’s never happened to me before...uh...um...I’m Jackson.

Lauren Ewashko: Oh I know who you are. I heard you were in town and I knew just where to look. That and June told me.

Jackson Montgomery: June? Oh right! The crazy old man that sleeps behind the counter.

Lauren Ewashko: Um...June is a woman. Auntie June?

Jackson looks a bit confused: Then who the hell has been sleeping on the floor in the kitchen?

Lauren shrugs her shoulders and Jackson scratches his head in confusion. Lauren looks over and see what Jackson was watching.

Lauren Ewashko: So whatcha been doing since you’ve been here?

Jackson Montgomery: Oh you know. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school.

Lauren Ewashko” This is how you “chill”, Fresh Prince? Watching old matches?

Jackson gets real into what he’s saying: Oh yea! I watch my old matches and look for what I did wrong so I can get it corrected. Like I’m sure how you watch back film on...what do you do again?

Lauren Ewashko: Well I’m Miss Flora-Bama.

Jackson Montgomery: Right! So just like how you watch old bikini contests to get better, I watch old matches.

Lauren Ewashko: Well it must not be working if you’re here. Jackson’s face goes from excited to downtrodden. Let me show you a different way to relax.

This time, Jackson’s face goes from downtrodden to intrigued. Lauren grabs him by the hand and leads him down a hallway before we hear a door slam shut. The camera zooms in on the TV screen showing the paused image of Jackson tapping out to Malu. After maybe 10 minutes, Lauren swings the door open and storms out of the room. Jackson is right behind her, stumbling and trying to pull his pants up.

Lauren Ewashko: I can’t believe you said that! The Native American people are a proud and loving people. I’m 1/84th Cherokee you...you...RACIST!

Just as Jackson gets to Lauren, he falls to the floor: Lauren, don’t go! All I said was I was going to ride you like a Buffalo Jockey! Lauren! Wait!

Lauren clearly doesn’t listen and swings the front door open, slamming it in Jackson’s face. Jackson just lies there with his pants around his ankles showing us all his Gentleman’s Club boxers with Gentleman Jack’s face right over the...exit if you will. As he lays there for a minute, he finally decides to stand up, pulling his jeans up as well.

Jackson Montgomery: Man! I really need to get it together and get this monkey off my back!

Jackson turns around and finishes buckling his jeans. As he makes his way to the couch, he sees through the window that Lauren has torn out of the parking lot riding an Indian motorcycle.

Jackson Montgomery: That hypocrite!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	#Jackson is a racist.
	He just a SISSY!!!

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