Watering Hole scene is all set with two recliners and a small table with a table top bar stand. GOAT has a cast on its back leg and is laying next to the watering bowl which is purposely labeled with Watering Hole logos. Cactus takes a mic and stands in the center of the ring.

Cactus: Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls, Species of all ages! Welcome to your OCW Award Winning showwwwww!

Cactus: Welcome to the Watering Hole!

Cactus: Now Patrons, I want you to know that I appreciate and feel your love. Tonight’s a big night and your support has never felt so good. Thank you. Thank each and every one of you.

Cactus: I have also read some of the hate which is out there. Now I know that they say, “Everyone should want to be somebody, but now some of you should realize that you should have been more specific.”

Cactus: Just like The Cancer Society back there, your hate won’t win over my love for this place.

Cactus: And to ensure that your hate won’t spread to the wonderful Patron’s, I am introducing you all to the…

Cactus: The Blocked List!

Cactus pulls out a cell phone with a ‘note’ started. At the top of the note is written “Blocked List” with the names B-17, #Austin and Domino’s Pizza all listed underneath.

Cactus: That’s right, I am hosting a blocked party and B-17, Austin and the rest of your intellectual midgets are invited to attend.

Cactus: So, keep your hate to yourself, spread the love and inspiration - or find yourself added to the blocked list. Be warned twitter. Be warned.

Cactus puts away phone.

Cactus: Now that business is out of the way, let me welcome in my new guest. She’s been out of the public eye for most of this season. She’s the gatekeeper to all that is Greek. She won’t shoot you but she may pin you if you’re not careful. She has a message and the Patrons are here to listen. Patrons of the Watering Hole, please welcome

Cactus: Ace!

Cactus holds the ropes open for Ace before offering her a mic and a seat in the empty recliner.

Cactus: Ma’am, welcome to the Watering Hole. Would you like a drink?

Ace: No thanks, Cactus, but it’s nice to see some people here are still generous.

Cactus: People seem to be coming out on the Watering Hole and it all started with B-17. Though, I am not sure who he thought he was fooling. I mean, all that leather, bad movies and a Super Punch finisher? Come on… really? We knew.

Cactus looks into the camera: We’ve always known.

Ace looks confused and takes a look at her own leather.

Cactus: But back to the topic at hand. Where have you been?

Ace: Where else? Taking care of my family, for one. After the anniversary show, I had to lay low for a bit because of… well you know. Things. Idiotic things.

Cactus: Treat us as though we don’t know. What are these things?

Ace: Believe me, you know, but I’ll just say that I took time off because of a certain family member making a certain name for himself as a certain… shooter if I can say.

Cactus: Where’s the shoot master these days? I kinda miss the Greek.

Ace: No disrespect Cactus, but I’m not here for my brother. I’m not here to announce some kind of cryptic return or praise him or anything like that, no. If you want an answer, he’s at home being treated for the squash that Dennis Black gave him, and Lord knows he needed it too.

Cactus: And why is that?

Ace: The man has issues. You saw what he wore on Turmoil a while back! Damn, now I’m about to rant on him. No disrespect Ali, I love you to bits, but at the rate you’re going in your career, I can’t help you much longer. He needs to fix himself Cactus, before it gets worse. He’s already the “Broken Spirit”, I don’t need him to be my “Broken Brother”. And that’s all I’m saying about him, until he comes back that is.

Cactus: So Bray is coming back?

Ace: Of course. You can kill his spirit for the business, but you can’t kill his heart for the business. You of all people should know that, Cactus. Enough said.

Cactus: So you’re not here for that, what are you here for? What’s your message to the Patrons of the Watering Hole?

Ace: That’s what you call them?

Cactus: Ugh, ya.

Cactus: Bar theme.

Cactus: Patrons.

Cactus: It makes sense.

Ace: Alright then… my message is simple and sweet: I’m pissed off, Cactus. I’m pissed off and this is the safest platform I can probably express myself on without wrinkling any more feathers here. You guys remember the Ladies Night pay per view? Well you should, because that entire show was a monstrosity from top to bottom. You know why?

Ace: Because... I wasn’t on. I wasn’t on and believe me when I say, it hurt me, Cactus. The fact that I was the only woman last year to have never been beaten and, hell, even pinning the Women’s Champion at one point and I wasn’t even on. What, just because my brother took a break you think I did too, OCW office? Piss poor management I’ll say. But i’m willing to let it slide under the rug because…

Ace stands up from the recliner and points to the stage.

Ace: I’m gonna make it known right now to every single woman backstage looking at me now, you’re gonna start taking me just a bit more serious in the coming weeks and I’m damn sure about that. Because tonight, not only am I back in business, but I’m issuing an open challenge to ANY woman on the OCW roster to take me on!

The crowd cheers in approval of this new, aggressively styled Ace. She sits back down on the recliner.

Cactus: So there it is Patrons, the gauntlet has be lowered. Ace has put a challenge out to the Women of OCW, but who will accept?

Cactus: Ace, thank you for being on the show tonight. I can’t wait to see what becomes of this challenge.

Cactus: Ace, one last thing.

Cactus: Remember, always remember Ace, Luck is what you have left over after you’ve given 100%.

Cactus: Ladies and Gentleman - ACE!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I wonder who will accept her challange?
	Scumbag Parker...

	That wouldn't surprise me!
	No... Scumbag Parker returns and his first match back is against Joe Zhivago.

	Oh that's right. This should be good.
	Time to find out if Parker still has it or if this is easy pickings for Joe.

(The Return Of The Scumbag!)

Parker Stevens

vs

Joe Zhivago

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He might want to get himself to a doctor after that one.
	He must have a concussion for sure.

We go backstage where Jim Black is standing by with Butcher and Rodent who has Leon's necronomicon in his hands.

Jim Black: "So Butcher, you have been on a bit of a dominant streak. Tonight you face new up and comer Wrex and this Sunday, you take on the Hardcore champion who has also been very dominate as of late. He just this week beat Nate Ortiz and Mugen. Do you think you have what it takes to beat Bill Ding?"

Jim puts up the microphone to Butcher's mouth. 10 seconds then 20 and then a minute goes by. The Butcher stands still but you can hear his heavy breathing through his mask.

Jim Black: "Do you have anything you want to say?"

The Butcher knocks the microphone from Jim's hand as it falls to the floor. The Butcher barges past him while Rodent laughs.

Rodent: "The Butcher only answers to the master. But I answer to you Jim and I say you want to know if he can beat Ding? Just watch his match tonight and that will answer your question."

We now go back to Randy Rice and Tom Sanders.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I hope the ring will be able to take their weight come Sunday.
	The last time these two went at it they broke the FREAKING ring.

The camera pans to the titantron as we take a look back to what happened following the Lil' Hudsy vs Jett Draven match.

Corey Ford and Little L crawled out from under opposite sides of the aprons with chairs and ducked into the ring while Jett celebrated.

Seeing Corey advancing on him Jett rolled backwards out of the way, as a chair swung at his back from Little L.

Corey focusing on Jett didn't see the chair and was floored by Little L, the crowd broke out in a chant of Shittest Clowns Ever, as Little L turned to face Jett while the wounded Corey rolled out of the ring.

Jett and L circled each other, the clown growing tired of walking in circles raised the chair above his head and ran at Jett. The rookie took a step back before lunging a super kick into the oncoming chair, the crash sent the weapon backwards into the face of Little L.

Jett followed the super kick up with a flurry of strong strikes to the abdomen of Little L before finishing with a hard enzuguri, a sixth sense like tingle caused Jett to roll off of Little L as another chair crashed down.

Corey brought the chair down but Jett rolled out of the way leaving L open for a chair shot. Corey cursed and swung again as the crowd started chanting again: Shit Clowns Shit Clowns, the chair missed Jett by inches, the opening it left saw Jett lunge in to a small package driver hold.

Corey however got out of the move and pushed Jett towards Little L, who had struggled back to his feet.

Jett rushed towards Little L and managed to get him into the small package driver, crashing the clown into the mat with a sickening crunch. Jett jumped back on his feet and faced off with Corey.

Corey lunged at the rookie and tripped over a broken table that littered the ring, Corey stumbled into the waiting arms of Jett who hit his finisher for a second time.

The crowd roared at the display Jett had shown as the clowns groggily crawled out of the ring and got to their feet, Jett wasn't finished as he started setting up the ladder that was used during his match with Hudsy.

The clowns somewhat regaining their composure started advancing on the ring again, Jett seeing his opportunity to get the last punch ran across the ring and hit the ropes. His momentum carried him back towards the set up ladder and the awaiting clowns.

Jett threw himself through the middle of the ladder, the middle and bottom ropes before hitting both the clowns back to the ground with a tope con hilo.

The crowd started chanting That was awesome! Holy Sh*t!. Jett quickly clambered to his feet and rolled into the ring soaking in the applause of the crowd, the lights flashed out for a few moments before flashing back on. The clowns were gone and Jett stood in the ring unharmed as the camera panns out and fades into the next segment...

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I wonder where them clowns went?
	Who knows.

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