Ashley Blain stood tall in the ring. Her continued habit of dressing fancy had led to her purchase of slim black and navy suit. It hugged her curves and didn’t leave much to the imagination. She swayed her hips this way and that way. The crowd followed suit and heads swayed with her. She enjoyed the attention and is eased her otherwise troubled mind. Just last week she had been assaulted by Trance and Loki. Her eyes still stung from the salt and she had a nasty bruise on her ribs from where she fell in a desperate attempt to avoid the “salt bomb.”

She intended to end this entire drama tonight. Tonight she was going to fire the boring Jacob Trance and that midget fool Loki.

Blain: Two men will be judged for their actions last week! Let’s start with Jacob Trance, come on down!

Jacob Trance’s music hits. He is laughing as he makes his way from the back. When he finally stops laughing he staggers down the ramp shaking from silent fits.

Blain is obviously infuriated and it looks as if she considers kicking Trance as he rolls in.

Trance: Okay, first off… I took a pay cut to sign here exclusively, because I believed wholeheartedly in Turmoil… I know what you're thinking, wage cut, cheap to lay off but that's where you're wrong, I actually signed a ten year deal with a five percent annual increase with a severance premium.

Blain makes a disgusted face: Are you kidding me? Who the hell would approve of that deal! Accountants get to work, damnit. Figure it out!

Trance: Is that your happy face?

The crowd laugh as Blain seethes.

Trance: So what I'm saying is… It's a huge chunk of your budget to fire me.

Blain scowls.

Blain: Fine then, I'll just get rid of that Mohawk loving pile of molasses!

Crowd: Low Key!

Trance: As much as I'd love not to carpool with him any more… There’s a small article in all OCW Superstars contracts that you must have overlooked. You don’t have the power to fire OCW Title Holders. Not without majority board approval...and in case you may have missed it… Our very own...Loki is the Pokemon Champion… Whatever that is....

Blain: I hardly think that can be called a proper championship… It's literally just glue and cardboard stuck over the glorious tag team titles! Plus we don’t even officially recognize him as a tag team champion!

Trance: Well...I’ve been here quite a while and it just so happens that, yes, actually you do recognize him as the title holder…..

Blain’s eyes go wide: Explain, damnit!

Trance: You see. The titles have yet to be officially awarded. Yet they have been publicly announced...the day we stole them. That was about four weeks ago. 26 days ago to be exact. And when OCW was founded we hired a man who has a very flimsy grasp of contracts and law. It was therefore declared that we would follow the simple rule...Possession is nine-tenth of the law….Loki and I have possessed the titles and in dispute, and I quote, “ In a property dispute (whether real or personal), in the absence of clear and compelling testimony or documentation to the contrary, the person in actual, custodial possession of the property is presumed to be the rightful owner.

Blain gasped. Tried to speak, choked, opened her mouth, shut it. Finally she screamed. This caused Trance to screw up his face and shudder.

The titantron suddenly burst to life. The screen emitted a dull red glow behind a beaming Loki. His face paint was smeared and dripping: I AM THE TAG TEAM CHAMPION!

Crowd: Low Key!

Blain: NO! NO! I refuse to acknowledge this!

Loki: Irregardless!

Trance: Idiot, that’s not a word. Get on with the plan.

Loki: What plan? OH RIGHT! You! Penis shrinking women! If you don’t announce us as Tag Team Champions I’m gonna…. Gonna… Um… Trance, what am I gonna do again?

Jacob groans, face palming in the centre of the ring.

Trance: WE’RE GOING TO SUE HER, DUMMY! IF SHE DOESN’T OFFICIALLY RECOGNIZE US AS CHAMPIONS!

Loki looks surprised and peaks behind him. His face is filled with guilt.

Trance looks at Ashley and smiles: Originally he had planned to threaten to set your office on fire if you didn't declare us tag team champions… Which is a terrible idea, especially if you called his bluff. I think this is a much better plan.

A tendril of smoke curls up behind Loki and colour drains from both Blaine and Trances faces.

Trance: Loki…

Loki: This isn't chill…

Trance: Please tell me… You didn't…

Loki: Warm Loki, Soft Loki…

Trance and Blain share a look of worry.

Blain: Stop him! Why haven't the sprinklers went off yet?! Where's the fire department?!

Trance: All very valid questions… I'll ‘stop him’ if you just sign the belts over to us…

Blain: Yes, yes, it's done… Just stop that lunatic! MY SIGNED AUTOGRAPH FROM THE OVERLORD IS IN THERE!

Ashley quickly brings out her note book, scribbling frantically as she tries to save her precious office. With haste, she pushes the note into Jacob's chest who shoves it into his pocket for safekeeping.

Trance: So… I can go right?

Ashley tugs at her hair, screaming at the insufferable Trance.

Blain: Yes! You can go!

Trance: I'm not fired?

Blain: No! Go! Fly you fool!

Trance: Okay then, Loki… Show her.

The camera pans out on the titantron showing Loki in the boiler room of Terminal 5, the red glow having been the pilot light. Ashley turns to Jacob who has begun stepping through the ropes. He pauses at her shrieks, stepping out onto the ring apron.

Blain: Deceitful blaggards! You'll not get away with this!

Jacob steps down and begins to walk up the ramp, offering a wave over his shoulder.

Blain: This… This isn't over! At September to Remember you will find yourselves in a match the likes of which you cannot conceive!

Blain continues to have a near fit of anger in the ring as we cut back to the commentary team.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Eh???
	It's like you were reading my mind.

	The man that smells like roses is up next as he takes on convoy member Nate Dunn.
	I am looking forward to this one.

Bray S.Spur

vs

Nate Dunn

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Dirty!
	Sometimes that's how you gotta play the game.

Stacy is set up outside of the locker room, awaiting Cactus Gauge to come out. As Cactus is leaving the building, Stacy grabs him for a quick interview.

Stacy: Cactus, Cactus, can you give us a few moments.

Cactus: Sweet Stacy, normally I'd give you all the time you need, but right I have a rule. No losers on the Watering Hole. Losers don't deserve interviews. There's nothing to talk about. I am out.

Cactus turns and walks off.

Stacy: But where are you going?

Cactus, without turning around: Away from the noise.

Cactus continues to walk out the back entrance and leave the building.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Sometimes you win some and sometimes you lose some Cactus.
	You can't win them all.

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