The OCW Women's champion Sophia surfs the web as she relaxes on the couch inside of the Revolution Inc. dressing room. The room has been especially quiet since the passing of Versus, Drago’s kidnapping, and Nate’s teetering over the edge. Eerie Sunshine and Anna Mosity were likely out shaking down some poor ginger, so they weren't around either to occupy her time.

As she browses, she comes across an ad for Ancestry.com. She reads the claims that “You could be related to a President! A historical figure! Find out today”. Her curiosity piques and she decides to click on it. Just as she begins plugging in some information and retracing her family tree, the Hardcore Daddeh Bill Ding walks into the room.

Bill Ding: Oh myyyy, sweet Sophia! How you doin’, sugah?

Sophia shuts the laptop and hops up to give Ding a fistbump.

Sophia: Eh, so-so… Had a nice getaway with friends and ‘Belty’ over here a few weeks ago, beat some ass last week… so this week I'm just keeping it low key. (Sophia pats her hips) I need to not have hip replacements until ‘at least’ 35.

Sophia: But things just haven't been the same… the man that put his faith in me is suddenly gone, no closure. Drago is missing. And Nate seems to be back on the bottle again, he's basically our glue… It's just a strange time.

Bill Ding: Well I am sure sorry to hear that, mama. Drago and his furry friend and I had some good times ourselves!

Sophia looks down at what Ding is holding in his hand.

Sophia: Is that… your sledgehammer?

Bill Ding: Oh yes, ma'am!! Sugahpie this is mah one an’ only true love aside from chicken salad sandwiches. I like to call her… Lorraine.

Sophia: Lorraine?? Isn't that an old lady name?

Bill Ding: Oh! No babycakes, ain't nothin’ old about my sweet Lorraine. We've become mighty good friends. She trusts in me and I trust in her. Together we build our city and tear down the trash!

Ding holds out trusty Lorraine to Sophia.

Bill Ding: Would ya like to give her a whirl? Take her for a spin? I seen your match with Bertha Stigglitz a few months ago, you ain't no stranger to a little heavy liftin’! Go on, get some practice.

Sophia grins as she looks over Lorraine.

Sophia: Well, don't mind if I do!

They head out into another room with some exercise equipment and posters of some of the OCW roster. A few spare hardcore tables are also lying around ever so conveniently.

Bill sets up a few tables and lays down some of the posters from the Ladies division- Alex Robinson, Lacy Love, Bertha, Madison Cox, and one of the newest additions, Ace.

Bill Ding: Now I want you to imagine that-

Before Bill can finish, Sophia raises the sledgehammer and slams it down on the tables, bursting into a hack frenzy as she smashes up the posters and plywood to pieces.

Sophia: This *%^*#+¥# $&&@**^% $&@@&%%^!!!!! AHHHH!!

Sophia finally stops, and takes a breath as she turns back to Bill, who looks shocked. He stands there a minute before he begins to laugh heartily.

Bill Ding: Well GODDAMN MAMA!! This daddeh is mighty proud! You… you been on the sauce lately too, Soph?

Sophia dusts off Lorraine and hands it back to Bill.

Sophia: Maybe a little… But man that's a good stress reliever. No wonder you're always happy!

Bill Ding: It's always sunny in my city, babay… The city that daddeh built!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Bill Ding sure as his way with words.
	Always good to see Sophia.

	I am being told we have a womens match next as Kassie is taking on Ace.
	Looks like women's wrestling is returning to Turmoil.

Kassie

vs

Ace

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I am confused.
	Yep.

Seb Abbott sat in the now semi unused Rev Inc dressing room, his fellow stablemates of doing their own things. A bag of ice sat in his lap obviously nursing his crushed grapes from earlier in the evening.

The door opened and in walked Ginger the intern, a look of what could be known as relief crossed his features.

Ginger: Hello Seb, your lady friends told me you owe them money, can you explain this for our viewers?

Seb: Hahaha I ain't paying for shite, besides I left an anonymous tip off with the border people. Let's just say they'll be back on their way to Mongolia or where ever they came from.

Ginger nodded, writing what Seb said down in his note pad.

Ginger: Ok, what plans have you got going on?

The Brit shifted his ice bag to a more soothing position, Ginger looked down and made eye contact with a one eyed python.

Seb: Eyes up here red. I haven't got much on really, I think of this spare time as Hatton time. You know those guys right?

Ginger shook his head.

Seb: Well it doesn't matter, hey you met Zhivago's sister? Got a grip like an angry teenage boy. Nearly tore me bollocks clean off, look at this bruising.

He removed the bag of ice revealing not only his pecker but his blue-ish black ball bag. Ginger blanched and dropped his note pad.

Ginger: Jesus christ Abbott put it away. A woman did that to you?

Abbott nodded then sat down again and placed the bag of ice back on the bruised area.

Seb: She just grabbed me out of nowhere, then Joe walked in and well here check this out.

Grabbing his phone, he pulled up the picture of Joe Zhivago looking ready to murder.

Ginger: Um, well I guess I'll see myself out then. Good luck with the injury and see you next week.

The intern got up and left leaving Seb to sit alone icing his nuts...

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Poor Seb. I know that feeling.
	The Hatton brothers take on the legends as Parker and Jacob Trance join forces for the first time in years.

The Hatton Brothers

vs

Jacob Trance & Parker Stevens

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Just like that...
	Yep. Yep.

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