Loki moved stealthily through the hallways of Turmoil and stole fugitive glances at all who passed by him. Most contemplated him with a measure of sadness and pity. Some openly laughed, like that one women with the penis.

He clutched in his hands something of great importance and he hunched over to keep the majestic item a secret. He was moving so stealthily indeed that he was too stealthy and therefore stealthified within his own stream of stealth to hear someone approaching from behind.

Stacy Clark wasn’t stealthy yet Loki jumped when she placed a hand on his shoulder.

Loki: WOAH! NINJA CHOP!

Loki attempted to lash out at Stacy but failed miserably and ended up hitting himself in the face.

Loki: NOT CHILL!

Clark in turned jumped out of shock of his shock.

Clark: Loki what are you doing? She looked down at what he clung so desperately to only to be deeply disgusted.

Clark: Is that...underwear?

In Loki’s hand was clutched red and white polka dotted underwear, roughly for the size of man experiencing sympathy pregnancy.

Loki: You...mean...this...hand? Loki held up his right hand while hiding the underwear with his left hand.

Clark: No. I saw it. I can actually still see it.

Loki: You didn’t see anything. He waved his arms in dramatic fashion all while clearly exposing the hopefully clean underwear.

Clark: Loki, whose underwear is that?

Loki held up the obviously no clean briefs with trembling hands: These belong to The Owl God.

Clark: Why the hell do you have Trance’s underwear.

Loki: I’m searching for him...needed to get his scent…

Clark: Oh Jesus Christ.

Loki: No, Owl God.

Clark: Ok...Um, you have a match tonight, yet it appears that you and Jacob Trance are no more...care to comment?

Loki: What! No more you say! Stan, Stan, Stan. We are still bound! Last week was just a mistake! You see I had not sacrificed a small goat in quite some time and The Owl God’s appetite is quite demanding. Did you kno----

Me-eh-eh-eh!

The sound of Cactus’s Goat caught the attention of Loki who perked up with wide eyes as he started to run towards the sound.

Clark shouted at him as he ran: YOU CAN’T KILL THE GOAT!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Ok...
	I knew they were more than just friends.

The scene opens on an interview with a slightly more upbeat than usual Wrex

Wrex I haven't felt this great in a long time. No more clowns, giants or pasty c*nts to keep an eye out for. It feels good to finally have my life back on track y'know?

Jim Yeah that's great, can you just answer the question?

Wrex You asked something? You know I try to block you out whenever I can right?

Jim Sigh How are you feeling going into your match tonight?

Wrex Hey look at that, an actual good question, never thought I'd ever see it. And to answer it, I'm feeling alright heading in, I mean I doubt it'll be a cakewalk. I have to contend with mainstays on Turmoil Austin Lee and Cactus. Course neither of them could take the win at the Clash unlike me but you know what they say about men with something to prove.

Jim You mean three right?

Wrex Hudsy? I'm not worried about him, I mean I already used the poor little guy as a stress ball last week. He might of had more time than the rest of us to try and recuperate but considering just like most people on this show he just loves to flip around all over the damn place I no doubt think he's just gonna hurt himself again, and once he's on the ground clutching his leg screaming for god to help him. We might as well be in a three way. Now if that's all you got to ask me do you mind doing your old pal a favor and just stop existing? That would be just wonderful.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Wrex getting ready for one of the biggest matches of his young career tonight.
	Indeed but up next it's Jackson vs Loki.

Jackson Montgomery

vs

Loki

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He wasn't wasting any time with that one.
	Ha.

With the usual set of The Watering Hole spread out in the ring, B-17 and Austin Lee prowled around the ring. The G.O.A.T goat ran around in a panic as Austin Lee tried to pet it. Bingo just watched with a sour look on his face until he spied a pastel portrait of Cactus and he studied it while Lee grabbed a mic.

#Austin Lee: B, did you hear how they piped in the cheers when they thought we were Cactus?

B-17 just looks over with fleeting glance.

#Austin Lee: Again every time I hang out with you, somehow a damn bar just shows up..But for all the stupid, useless people in the audience. Welcome to the memorial edition of the watering hole...

Crowd: Boo!

#Austin Lee: #R.I.P cactus you were never going to be more than this stupid segment, and by the time B-17 and I get done with this place there will never be another watering hole.

Meanwhile in the background, B-17 had pulled out a black sharpie and was writing on the canvas.

#Austin Lee: Just like how i took Jackson to the woodshed *clearing his voice and using a terrible southern accent* Whoop that boys ass last Sunday.

Crowd: Boo!

#Austin Lee: *sighing* I really just don't care people, you waste your breath on me with the boos and the you suck chants and at the end of the day i will spit in everyone of your faces and dare someone to do something about it.

B-17 stepped away from the portrait to reveal that he had drawn X’s through Cactus’s eyes and scribbled writing.

#Austin Lee: Just like i dare Cactus to come out here and try to save his pathetic attempt to please you people…. I say do it now while you have my attention rather than later in that waste of time fatal 4 way.

#Austin Lee: I mean he is suppose to be a life coach or something right B?

B-17 shrugs his shoulders.

#Austin Lee: A life coach who was ran head onto the cancer of OCW…. A life coach who is only famous because he has a stupid talk show because he needs to hang onto some other superstar to be known….

#Austin Lee: Like every single person in that locker room hangs onto a set of black #wink nuts to keep a job here.

#Austin Lee: Ye ole Cactus…. You will be remembered for absolutely nothing and will go down as the first of many victims of the cancer in OCW… Rest in, no one gives a shit…

B-17 grabs the mic away from Lee who frowns and protects his eyes from an accidental eye poke from B-17 big nose but doesn’t present much more than that.

B-17: I’m...ready to admit...I’m ready to accept that Turmoil has a problem, one that spreads through this diseased, weakening locker room. And you can’t quarantine it, you can’t count on someone to fight it off. Even winning is just delaying the inevitable. Radiate it, cut it, slice it, dice it, pray...It won’t matter.

B-17 pauses for a moment.

B-17: I am Cancer.

The crowd boos.

B-17 shouts: But that’s not even the worst of it. Because while Turmoil has cancer creeping through its hallways, OCW as a whole has The Black Plague engulfing it leaving behind a mess of spewed guts and rotting flesh!

B-17: And I’m so proud of him. What an inspiration to strive for, dare I say between the two us, Dennis. We just might kill Turmoil together.

#Austin walks over picking up another microphone from the stage hand. Interrupting B-17 as he steals his original microphone back and hands Bingo the new one.

Bingo eyeballs Austin with mild contempt.

#Austin Lee jumps up sitting on top of the bar knocking everything out of his way as he makes himself at home.

#Austin Lee: Rather it be from a cheap punch to the face, a scrawny little knee to the face, or even getting your neck wrecked as I marvel-ova you. Each and everyone of you can rest assure that you will fall victim.

#Austin Lee: The plague will eat at you every step you take in this ring constantly pushing you and proving you will never overcome the odds to be successful here.

#Austin Lee: Or your body gives into the cancer and slowly rots from the inside out. As it accepts it's own fate as it will never be allowed to reach its true potential….

#Austin Lee: I will leave all of you with this…. The writing is already along the walls….. Where will you all stand?

Cactus’s theme music blasts out and the crowd pops relieved that someone is willing to shut the assholes in the ring up. Cactus comes barreling down the ring. B-17 slyly rolls out of the ring while Austin prepares to meet Cactus in the ring.

Lee positions himself too close to the ropes and Cactus uses his momentum to slide then tackle in one smooth motion. In open guard Cactus rains down punches as Lee tries to block. Bingo just watches with a slight frown on his face.

Austin finally manages to roll away and falls to the floor. Cactus follows and tries to kick him one last time for good measure.

Bingo calmly walks over and nudges Austin awake with his foot.

So preoccupied was B-17 that he didn’t realize until it was too late that Cactus had sped across the ring. Too late he turned and Cactus crashed into him with an ugly dive. The shoulder to shoulder crash caused B-17 to fly into the barricade and Cactus to crumple on the floor.

Catching himself as best as he could Cactus hopped up gingerly and rolled back into the ring to play to the crowd who approved of his actions with a loud applause.

B-17 and Cactus made it to their feet and stumbled to the ramp. B-17 gave one last scowl before turning and leaving Lee to stumble alone.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Tonight is getting out of control.
	We're not even half way through the show yet.

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