She blew it, and she was well aware of it. The once flawless strategist was coming up short in many situations. What had gone wrong? Everything fell into place for her at the beginning of season eleven, so easily. The once proud valet of Dennis Black was relegated to staying back stage for the third time this month. Members of Rev. inc would walk by her, not saying much. All knew she was in the proverbial dog house.

She couldn't take the avoidance anymore. His Match was up soon and he had not even consulted her. It was B-17! The man, Turmoil's crown jewel. Not one tip was asked for. She was furious and depressed all at once. Only one thing could help her. Something that rivaled Versus’s recreational use.

Shopping with Dennis Black’s credit card.

Madison: I'll be back.

Those on the Rev. Inc dressing room bid her farewell in unison. She muttered on her way out the door.

The scene shifts to her walking down the halls of Terminal Five with a purpose. To purchase something expensive that had absolutely no use to anyone. She mocked him on her way to the parking lot.

Madison: Stay back here Madison.

Madison: it's all your fault, Madison.

Madison: Please be nicer to my friends, Madison.

Madison: Racist jokes are bad, Madison.

Madison: Be nice, Mr. Sensation doesn't have awful tattoos and bad skin.

She scoffed.

Madison: Who the hell does he think he is?! He'll be lucky to get his pinky touched in the off season at this point. I’m furious!

She pushed open the double doors that led to the parking lot. The sound of running water, or what she believed to be running water caught her attention. She turns her attention to the left and spots Malu facing a car. His back was to her. Malu was pouring something that smelled awful on the car of an OCW employee.

She immediately stopped in place, swearing to herself. She rushed back to the double doors. Her heels gave her away. Malu turned just as Madison reached the now locked double doors leading back to the hall.

Madison: Oh my god! Are you kidding me?!

Malu rubs his hands together and stalks his way over to Madison.*

Malu: Can smell you from a mile away, mama.

Madison cringed before looking over her shoulder at him.

Madison: Likewise…

He slammed his hand against the steel door and she squeaked before turning to face him. Malu was too close for comfort. Madison tried to press herself against the door as much as humanly possible. Malu grins at that.

Malu: You gonna look great doing Taualuga.

Madison: I'm not doing that until I get a ring on my finger, pig!

Malu blinked.

Malu: Wha? Taualuga Is a dance of my people.

Madison: …………..oh. Well, I knew that. Can I go now?

Malu: You in a rush to see the last action hero take the TV Title? Gone be great, girl. Two belts and his woman snatched up from him in one week. This the kind of thing that make a man hang himself.

Madison folded her arms and looked away from him.

Malu: We’ll send him pictures. Already bought tickets. We spending off season in Samoa. Can't wait to see you dressed like my people.

Madison: You and your people are worth less than the lowest class of people in the deepest parts of the south. I'm talking the kind of people that live by swamps and play banjos all day!

Malu narrows his eyes, his nostrils flared up. At that moment she knew she had messed up, bad. With one hand wrapped around her throat, she was lifted a foot off the ground, causing a heel to fall off.

Malu: The hell you say?

Naturally, she was more focused on breaking his grip than answering. He dropped her when he heard approaching footsteps and the familiar voice of Gentleman Jack.

Jack: Unhand her evil doer!

Jack takes a hit from his brand new vape pen and begins to cough violently.

Jack: I said, cough, unhand her, cough cough, evil doer!

Jack breaks down into a coughing fit, crumpling to his kness desperately trying to catch his breath as both Madison and Malu look on in stunned silence.

Jack: Just a second.... Whew!!!! That's intense!

Jack looks at Madison and begins to nod is head in the direction of the exit while holding up his hand, asking Malu for space.

Jack: It's so tingly! Makes ya happy to be alive!

Jack continues to nod in his head in the direction of the exit as Madison looks on in stunned silence.

Jack: Run you silly bitch!

Jack didn't need to tell the silly bitch twice. She tried to make a daring escape, though being in heels and infrequent time spent in the ring left her moving slower than she would have liked. Bill Ding could have made a better escape. Malu caught her by hair, almost causing her to fall backwards. The Samoan yanks on her hair, forcing her to walk with him to Gentleman Jack.

Malu: Ever had your ass kicked by a one armed man?

Jack: Just once.

Malu smiles at Jack and while still holding Madison by the hair, delivers a crushing one handed choke slam on the concrete to the Gentleman. Madison lets out a shill scream as her unlikely would be savior lays in a crumpled heap at her feet.

Jack: Tell God... I did good...

Malu: Moron! Now for you princess.

Madison: Queen!!!

Before Malu can prove what a big man he is by destroying the petite goddess known as Madison, he is interrupted once again.

Big Ed: Let her go you spear chucking savage!

Malu looks at Ed with a confused hurt in his eyes. Still crumpled in the floor, Jack replies.

Jack: Not cool Ed. God wouldn't approve.

Malu: Seriously, racist white people...

Jack: He's not racist, just ignorant of the current racial climate we all live in.

Big Ed: Shutup Jack

Jack: Yes sir. I'll be down here trying to find my kidney if you guys need me.

Big Ed: Give me the broad and walk away.

Malu weighed his options while looking Ed up and down. He then pushed Madison forward, causing her to almost fall on her face. Ed asked if she was alright and she quickly shrugged him away.

Madison: ...

Malu: Old flames keep burning. Until they get snuffed out.

Malu pointed to the trio.

Malu: I’ll see you in the S Cup. An ass kicking coming your way! And Madison?

Madison was already cringing.

Malu: After I break Dennis, you gonna get used to rug burn.

Madison: ...Gross…

Malu looked Ed up and down one more time before exiting the parking lot. Ed looks down at Jack and picks him up over his shoulder.

Ed: Got anything to say?

Madison: I had it handled.

Madison walks away without thanking the duo.

Jack: Her cooz must taste like caramel to get away being such an bad person.

Ed: Wouldn't know boss. But i'd guess Salted Caramel.

Ed and the lifeless Jack share a hardy laugh.

Jack: Now then, we need to go check on my spleen.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The TV Championship is on the line next in our main event.
	A lot of planned matches didn't go ahead tonight but I am sure this wont disappoint.

(TV Championship!)

Dennis Black

vs

B-17

The camera pans to the announce team.

	OH FLIPPING HELL!!!
	I can't believe it.

It's not over yet...