Watering Hole Opens with two bar stools grouped together and two new vertical screens with the Watering Hole logo on them. The old bar set up sits in the background with cheap halloween lights and two jack-o-lanterns on the bar.

Cactus: Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls, Patrons of all ages - Welcome to the Watering Hole!

Cactus: Everything that every superstar in the back has worked for comes down to what happens in the next few days.

Cactus: Wrestlution is here and everyone is on high alert.

Cactus: And when the big show arrives in a few days, well, let's just say that I'll be planted firmly in the middle of the action.

Cactus: But let's talk about tonight. Tonight we welcome in a first time guest to the Watering Hole. He’s dark, he’s been around for a while, and tonight he comes bearing a message.

Cactus: Mr. Hayes, or should I say Count Hayes, Vampire Hayes. Honestly, I don’t know what to call you sir. Either way, welcome to the Watering Hole.

Kassidy Flares his nostrils several times rapidly like he is a dog sniffing something he does not like,

Kassidy: I’d like to start with saying, this place smells TERRIBLE! Who in the audience took off their shoes? This isn’t your house, put them back on.

Cactus looks around at the Patrons before asking his first question: Why are you here tonight? Just days away from Wrestlelution.

Cactus sniffs a few times in the air.

Kassidy: I’m here because a certain someone has made the point of coming to my place of origin within this company. I started right here, in a turmoil ring. I made history right here, being Turmoil’s first Champion and continue to set history as the longest reigning turmoil champion of all time with Dennis Black holding a forever second place to me.

Cactus looks around and whispers into the mic: Are you drinking?

Cactus: I am just saying, it’s fine with me. I can fix you one if you want?

Kassidy: I do not consume your alcohol,

Cactus: Well, I would hope not. That sir - would be stealing.

Cactus shrugs as he reaches for his own drink before taking a sip.

Cactus: So you’re back where it all started. Turmoil was Kassidy Hayes stomping grounds, but I am still unclear as to why you are back?

Kassidy: I’m here to end Ryu’s running gag. I have seen He and his son running around every week acting as if they can actually hunt vampires.

As Kassidy is expressing his displeasure, more astute viewers notice that T-Blade himself is creeping around ringside.

He peeks over the edge of the apron as Kassidy is speaking, careful to pop back down whenever Kass looks in his direction.

Kassidy: Trash blade thinks he is going to walk into Wrestlution ready to and able to defeat ME! Kassidy Hayes, but Trash will not be facing Kassidy Hayes. The moment Trash blade sees who steps out onto that stage, he is going to be stuck in a trance of fear shaking in his,

Just as Kassidy is about to finish his sentence Ryu silently rolls into the ring. Kassidy makes his way to the hard camera side of the ring and begins berating the fans.

Ryu creeps closer, some matter of contraption in his right hand. As Kassidy turns around Ryu sprays him with something.

Kassidy stands motionless looking confused.

RYU: YOU’RE CURED!

Before Kass or Cactus can react, Ryu rolls out of the ring and begins celebrating, Leaving Kass and Cactus confused.

Cactus: I…

Cactus still very confused: I need to go to Riot more often. These friends are into some weird stuff.

Cactus: Patrons, let’s get ready for one of the most memorable Wrestlutions that you have ever witnessed!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hopefully he wont go blind.
	Ryu was looking for the right opportunity and boy did he get just that tonight.

The scene opens backstage to the chisel chested,bleached blonde,bronzed behemoth known as "Superstar" Solomon Gold. Solomon's orange and white classic zebra print trademark Zubaz and sweat soaked ”Miami Iron Gym” tank top stretch to their limits in a comical attempt to contain the Superstars’ frame under the strain of Solomon's pre match powerlifting warmup.

The click-clack of Stacy Clark's stilettos strum a chord on the concrete in symphony with her OCW sanctioned camera crew as they approach the marvel of muscle and subject of their segment Solomon Gold.

Stacy Clark: "Superstar" Solomon Gold... First and foremost I would like to welcome you to the family here of Online Championship Wrestling. I am Stacy Clark and I ask the hard hitting questions and get to what the people really want to know.

Stacy Clark: What exactly qualifies you as a quote un quote Superstar?

Superstar: Let me run down the tale of the tape Stace!!!

Solomon cycles through a series of Mr.Universe Esq poses, fannypack staying sturdy and true.

Superstar: I have the biggest arms this business will ever see...

Superstar: A spark and passion that can’t be taught or learned...

Superstar: And a heart that pumps pure OC dub tradition...

Superstar: I am a throwback to the days when you paid your dues Stace!!! Grew up 100% pure grass fed on a strict diet rich in watching legends like "The Franchize" Nate Ortiz!!!

Superstar: Prayers out to the G.O.A.T…

Solomon makes the sign of the cross touching his forehead,chest,left and right shoulder.

Stacy Clark: Amen to that from all of us here in the Online Championship Wrestling family and we could not have said it any better.

Stacy Clark: With that being said, you are undoubtedly on the doorstep of destiny and your dream. Tonight you debut here in OCW against a man that not only preaches honor,discipline and respect but may I remind you is also a United States Navy veteran and true American hero in Captain Alexander Seth Sullivan.

Stacy Clark: How have you prepared and will opposing a competitor of such high moral standard and pedigree affect your performance out there tonight?

Superstar: Just kept watching “The Legacy of The Last Amerikana Champion, Recon” library on the OCWnetwork and doing more preacher and hammer curls than you!!!

Solomon points at the monitor in a overzealous “Uncle Sam Wants You For U.S. Army” pose.

Superstar: And the only thing that affects my performance... Is how loud I can get these fans to cheer I lift Captain Alexander up high to the heavens!!!

Superstar: And all he can see is the Boas and the Biceps!!!

Superstar: The pecks and the triceps!!!

Solomon swells up in yet another series of over embellished bodybuilding poses finally concluding with "Superstar Slam" motion.

Superstar: And it all comes crashing down to the canvas!!!

Superstar: Battleship S.S.Sullivan will be sunk!!!

Solomon storms out of camera frame to the right only to reenter the frame and exit again to the left.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Welcome to Turmoil Solomon.
	Let's hope this kid sticks around.

	Why you got to call every rookie that comes through these doors a kid?
	...

	Up next Christian Shepherd makes his debut as he takes on Vincent Winters.
	Looks like we had a lot of people join over night. Time to see what these rooks are made off.

Christian Shepherd

vs

Vincent Winters

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Yikes.
	What a performance by these two tonight.

Scene opens with Captain in the makeshift Turmoil gym in the back. Captain Alexander is jumping rope feverishly, alone in the room with no music - just the sound of the rope smashing the ground repeatedly.

Captain to himself: Honor.

Captain to himself while trying to catch his breath as he jumps faster: Integrity.

Captain begins to flex as the ropes cut into his hands. The slapping of the rope on the ground grows louder.

Captain: Respect.

Captain Alex stops jumping, but stands as he slows his breathing.

Captain: Last week I fail. I laid down to a lesser man than myself. But I’ve learned.

Captain wipes his forehead with a towel before hitting the pull-up bar. Captain Alex does two reps before pausing at the bottom for a one-handed pull-up.

Captain: But I’ve learned.

Captain does a one-handed pull-up.

Captain: This week I will redeem myself and restore my honor.

Captain continues alternating one-handed pull-ups as he breaks into military songs as the scene fades out.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The captain is about to set sail for his match tonight.
	Solomon must have the jitters right about now.

Ace: Wait… no no- that’s not gonna work at all…

Ace: The f**k you mean I’m not on the show?

Ace: Well there’s gotta be some kind of mistake. I’ve seen the cards, almost every woman is booked except for me!

Ace: ... Are they really that butthurt over what I said? Get the f-...

Ace: Well you need to tell the office to grow a pair and stick it, because there’s no way I’m missing Wreslution! I already booked the damn flight!

Ace: ...Yeah I understand…

Ace: No I don’t get it from my mother…

Ace: Alright, thanks for telling me. Bye.

Seconds after the hang-up, she steps into the locker room and slams the door behind her, trying not to show any tears. She throws her suitcase away and slumps to the ground, her head buried in her arms.

???: Is something wrong, ma’am?

Startled, Ace turns around and sees a tall young man in a suit in the doorway. His hairstyle suggests professionalism but his demeanor suggested hostility. Judging by the looks he gave Ace, it was clear that they knew each other.

Ace: What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be getting ready to graduate?

Mysterious Man: Quite right. But I received backstage tickets to this Turmoil event and I have to say, I’m impressed.

Ace: By what? The lack of me in it?

Mysterious Man: [chuckling] Nonsense. In fact, it was rather depressing not seeing you on.

Ace: Hmm…

Mysterious Man: In fact, as I was getting ready to exit the arena, I overheard that, you were not booked for this event they call “Wrestlution”, am I right?

Ace: Yea, I got cut while all those other bitches get to wallop around in my spot. Racist bastards.

Mysterious Man: Now now, don’t bring race into it.

Ace: Well what else could it be?

Mysterious Man: Fear and arrogance.

Mysterious Man: Truth is, they know of your talent and vigor, they know of your honesty with your tongue, they just choose not to accept it. Instead, they fear it. Ever since you lost your title match-

Ace: You had to bring that up, didn’t you?

Mysterious Man: You’ve been going in a steady decline ever since. You even received scorn from Riot and they could care less about Turmoil.

Ace: Not necessarily true considering-

Mysterious Man: To get to the point- I understand your anger, Ace. You yell but no one listens. You fight but no one cares to see it.

Ace: Hmph.

Mysterious Man: You get it from your mother, I can tell.

Ace: So does Ali, though I don’t even know what’s going on with him now.

Mysterious Man: He’s too far gone and I doubt there’s a way to reach him like you used to.

Mysterious Man: But it’s not too late for you.

Ace: I’m listening.

Mysterious Man: From what I can tell, you have two options: Stay in your slump and wind up like your brother, or take a stand and fight for what’s rightfully yours.

Ace: How can I do that?

Mysterious Man: Simple….

Mysterious Man: Sue OCW.

Ace: … That must be some good ass crack you’re smoking.

Mysterious Man: [chuckling] I don’t smoke, but the fact is you’re tired of being left out of this new age of Bombshells in OCW. The way I see it, if you threaten each and every one of them, in the court and not in the ring, people will have to pay attention.

Ace: … You really think so?

Mysterious Man: If not, then the workers here really are racist bastards.

The man turns to leave.

Mysterious Man: Think about it, Kelsie.

Ace: What’d you call me?

Mysterious Man: Have a good day.

Ace tried to make a remark but the man was already gone, leaving her to her thoughts. She got on her feet and retrieved her bag when she felt her phone buzz. Turning it on, she saw a text message from someone named Isaac flash across the screen. The message simply read “You in?” She turned the screen off and promptly exited the locker room.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I wonder who the mysterious man could be?
	Boxing Jesus?

	Will you stop saying that. JEEZE!!!
	Hey you never know, it could be and if it is. You will be sorry.

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