The camera pans across the arena as the lights slowly fade. An unfamiliar piece of music hits, as a blonde figure, sporting sunglasses and a two-piece suit, emerges from backstage and makes his way down the ramp.

After the entrance theatrics, Devin hops down from the middle rope and picks up a microphone before taking a few steps back towards the middle of the ring. Bringing the microphone to his smirking lips, he speaks.

Devin Frye: ..."Hell". It's a funny word, that. Hell has so many different meanings to different people. Just punishment to some, eternal torment to others. Some imagine fiery pits of brimstone, while some... Some might just picture the bottom of a bottle of booze and an acute lack of their favorite painkillers. Hey, I'm sure some of the guys in the back can relate to that one.

Devin pauses to snicker at his own tasteless joke, taking in the hollers and boos from the audience while at it.

Devin Frye: But to me, at this very moment, hell is indeed endless torment. It's a form of torture, you see, a limbo that cannot be escaped. Hell is body and soul twisting and turning as you scream skywards, "God, anyone that listens, let it end". But it won't end, because you're chained in place, forced to watch. You see my friends, to me, what I've seen thus far from Turmoil is hell.

Devin laughs some, spreading his arms towards the audience as if expecting an answer to a question, a question that soon follows after the motion.

Devin Frye: Haha, I mean, what? I know that you've all been accustomed to this like the nice herd of sheep that you should be, but does anyone in this audience actually give their hard-earned money to this show because they like watching it? Because if so, that's just sad.

Devin Frye: I mean, no offense to the guys in the locker room, they try. They try so very hard, but they... Y'know, they suck. They're a bore. They don't compare.

Devin falls silent for a few seconds, only smiling to himself.

Devin Frye: They don't compare to the greatness that is Devin Frye. Again, again, that's not their fault! But y'know, Metallica is going to be critical of your average garage band, right? Leonardo da Vinci is going to look at some wannabe artist's doodles with disdain, yeah? I'm just a genius, they can't help that they were born inferior. But! But but but but... I'm going to change that. I'm here. I'm in OCW and things are going to be different from now on.

Devin Frye: Watching these B-listers go at it has been hell to me, but I'm going to take that hell and make it my own! I will be the devil that watches over his domain and those that don't shape up to my standards will be destroyed! Completely and utterly!

Devin brings up his free hand and pulls off his sunglasses, staring up the ramp with a grin on his face.

Devin Frye: Because if you can't handle the heat, you better get out of the kitchen! I am Devin the Devil and from now on, you will consider me the gold standard of this brand!

Devin Frye: And I dare anyone in this locker room worth of amateurs to do anything about it. I'd love to demonstrate just what the devil brings to the table personally.

With that last line, Devin holds out his microphone at arm's length and drops it, still grinning ear to ear as he ducks out of the ring and makes his way back up the ramp, disappearing to the backstage.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I wouldn't like to get on that kids bad side.
	Turmoil better watch out because Devin the Devil is here!

	Anyway coming up next Jett Draven takes on Cancer.
	Can Jett survive? Time to find out!

Jett Draven

vs

B-17

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He did it.
	True facts.

The scene opens in a locker room backstage, where Joe Zhivago is recovering after his encounter with Dennis Black, and Jimmy Henry is getting ready for his match later on with The Diamond Jack E Quinn. A Scottish football (em… soccer) match is playing on a TV in the background. Joe has positioned himself near the TV, sitting in full lotus, apparently meditating and listening to the football at the same time.

Jimmy: Parker last week and Dennis this week. Mate, you must have pissed off somebody upstairs big time.

Joe's left eye twitches open and he turns his attention to Jimmy.

Joe: Upstairs is pissed off? Well not as pissed off as me - I had a duty to Turmoil not to lose to that juiced up, stinkin’ old dinosaur and he walked all over me…

Joe sighs and looks at the ground solemnly.

Joe: And Dennis…

A look of anguish contorts Joe's face and he seems to lose his train of thought.

Jimmy: I’ve got to fight this Sham character - I couldn’t believe the baws on the wee man, coming out and interrupting my return to Turmoil. Fair play.

Joe: And what about that pair of fannies, B-17 and Austin, running around, flapping their gums? Them two are cruisin’ for a bruisin’...

Jimmy: Aye I know, not a clue what’s gotten into B-17. When I left he was just boring old B, now he’s prancing about here claiming he is cancer. Can’t believe I spent money to watch those 2 bampots “act” in the biggest pile-of-shite to ever make it to the cinema screen. No wonder they are back here wrestling, don’t imagine they will be in movies anytime soon.

Joe & Jimmy are startled by the locker room door that swings open aggressively, as Wrex enters the locker room carrying a kendo stick. Joe tries to stand up suddenly, but his legs are too tangled and he falls on his face instead - he quickly stands up and coughs awkwardly.

Wrex: I’d heard that another Scotsman had wandered back into Turmoil but I had to see it for myself, the names Wrex and you two.. have some sh*t tastes in teams.

Wrex is distracted by the sight of a Scottish football match on the television screen, it had been months since he'd seen a game of the primal, homely sport. Joe & Jimmy look at each other, both unsure what to say in response to the overly-aggressive Wrex. Jimmy breaks the ice.

Jimmy: Hullo, I’m Jimmy and this is Joe. We were just talking about the 2 clowns B-17 & Austin Lee. They really need to be taught a lesson. I mean, who jokes about cancer? Especially to Scottish people.

Wrex: I wouldn’t worry about it, those two tw*ts will say anything to keep themselves in the light a wee bit longer, I’m sure karma will pay em back eventually.

Jimmy: Wait…

Jimmy looks down through the running order of upcoming matches on a piece of paper.

Jimmy: Wrex? You’re the guy that’s fighting Parker Stevens in the main event tonight? Ouch, good luck. Maybe Joe here can give you some tips.

Joe shoots Jimmy a “wtf” look, but Wrex doesn’t even acknowledge the pair of them. He leaves the dressing room, needlessly slamming the door behind him.

Joe: That dude scares me, Jim.

Jimmy: Sometimes it helps to be friendly with scary dudes.

The scene fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Future tag team?
	Maybe.

#Austin Lee making his way slowly through the back stage area. Sipping on his redbull as shakes his head at the stage hands walking by him, stopping as he sees a stage hand wearing a Jimmy Henry T shirt. #Austin steps in front of the man, causing the man to run into him at the last second.

#Austin Lee: You ok little fella?

Stupid Jimmy Henry Fan Stage hand: Yea I’m sorry, I didn’t see you…..

#Austin Lee: Not surprised with that shirt you are wearing it’s all good though…

#Austin raises his fist into the air for the stage hand to give him a fist bump. The stupid Jimmy Henry fan stage hand looks up confused for a second and attempts to just walk around #Austin.

#Austin finishes his redbull and slams the can into the wall as he prevents the stage hand from walking by..

#Austin Lee: So first you disrespect me by wearing that shirt, then you prove just how much of a sheep you are as you don’t even acknowledge me because I say words that hurt your feels about Jimmy Henry…

#Austin pokes the stage hand in the chest as he continues to degrade the stupid Jimmy Henry stage hand.

#Austin Lee: Just a bunch of entitled brats…

A smile grows across #Austin face as he begins to rip the man’s shirt off of him. Pulling him around by his collar as he shreds the man’s shirt.

???: #Austin let him go…..

#Austin stops and an slowly turns his head as the camera pans to the side as the former member of #Influence Kassie Jacobs comes walking into frame. Sipping on her #basic white girl mocha latte as she separates #Austin from the stupid Jimmy Henry fan stage hand.

#Kassie Jacobs: You feel better now?

#Austin Lee: Nice to see you too.

#Kassie Jacobs: Hey don’t get a attitude with me you were the one who called me.

#Austin Lee: I don’t have a attitude at all, I actually have never been happier for once. All that planning from back in the day all of our planning.

#Kassie Jacobs: Our planning? What ever you and Bingo have planned I’m out. That’s all you two, I will never stop supporting you but I just can’t be involved with you and him right now.

#Austin shakes his head and gives Kassie a hug and turns and walks away from her without saying a word.

#Kassie Jacobs: Are you serious right now? You just going to walk away from me? You are such a headache some times.

#Kassie storms off in the opposite direction as she pulls her cell phone and begins to type on it. Sipping on her drink as she continues to type away not paying attention to where she is going. Turning down the hallway quickly as she doesn’t lift her head up from her phone and running straight into Ace.

#Kassie basic white girl mocha flies through the air causing the lid to open a pour all over the face of Ace as it drips down ruining her shirt. #Kassie’s phone drops from her hand as time begins to slow down as she dives to the floor to keep her cell phone from landing on the ground catching it in the last possible second.

#Kassie Jacobs: That was almost a disaster….

#Kassie pulls herself up to her feet as she dust herself off and goes back to typing on her phone again ignoring Ace.

Ace: I know this-... This bit-..

Ace turns to #Kassie and swings her around to face her.

Ace: I know you just saw me. I know you’re not just gonna walk away like you didn’t just do that.

#Kassie holds up 1 finger to Ace as she finishes typing on her phone before looking up at Ace.

#Kassie Jacobs: Do what, and who are you?

Ace: Bitch THIS! And my name is Ace, for the record. But enough of that, you’re not gonna apologize for that? ...Matter of fact, don’t apologize, because… matter of fact, who the hell are you? Are you a competitor? Do you wrestle?... No? Then unless you want me to make you famous, get the hell out of my way.

#Kassie just stands in shock not sure what to do as she slowly back pedals away as the screen fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I remember when Austin was a good guy.
	HAHAHA, Ace is going to need a shower, she stinks B!

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