We turn to Drago's dojo, where we see our hunter sitting at the table staring off into space, drinking a beer. The look in his eyes appears to be one of self-realization. He drinks the last of his beer and tosses the bottle into the garbage. Drago then sighs as he continues to stare off into the distance. He closes his eyes and leans back on his chair, putting his feet up on the table. His rest is interrupted, however, by his sister, as she walks toward him carrying a piece of paper in her hand. He looks in her direction as Dragana hands him the slip of paper. He opens it to reveal:

"Chelsea Piers
Meet me there"

He puts the note down as Dragana shrugs. We cut to Drago driving his jeep with Dragana in the passenger's seat. They come to a red light as Drago takes off his shades and tries to clean something off the windshield. Dragana smiles and steals his shades, putting them on. Drago notices this and laughs.

Drago: How are things back home? Mom and dad still pissed at me?

She reluctantly nods as Drago scoffs.

Drago: Surprised they still acknowledge my existence....How are you doing? You liking New York?

She gives a thumbs up and Drago nods.

Drago: That's good to hear. I had no idea you'd even be coming here, it's a wonder you managed to find us. Didn't expect to see you competing on Riot, though. Not exactly what I expected from you.

Dragana gives him a confident look. The light turns green and Drago starts driving again.

Drago: Hey, I'm not saying you can't hang with the other bombshells. Just worrying about your safety is all.

Drago: Been noticing that you're hanging out with Johnny quite a lot. Saved his ass the other day too. You like him, don't you?

She turns toward him and smiles, shaking her head. Drago smirks and looks at Dragana's hand as her fingers start moving around. He looks back at the traffic in front of him.

Drago: You never were the best liar.

Dragana leaned back in her seat, blushing. Drago looks toward the distant sun.

Drago: It's good to see you again.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Awww, look at Drago looking out for his baby sis.
	Dragana doesn't need anyone looking out for her. She would eat you for breakfast Tom!

	She probably would.
	Yeah she would, she's one scary lady.

The camera pans on Cactus Gauge. Cactus enters the backstage area as an intern walks past.

Intern: Great show tonight Cactus and good luck tonight!

Cactus: Luck? For what?

Intern: The Versus Memorial silly!

Cactus: Oh man…

Cactus: Poor Versus. What am I doing? I know I didn’t know the guy but for Pete’s sake he was a legend in this company.

Cactus eyes begin to water up.

Cactus: I can’t… I can’t go out there like this tonight. I know what I’ll do.

Cactus quickly leaves out the back door as the camera now pants to Christian Shepherd.

Christian Shepherd who sits on a table in the hallway after just receiving his travel itinerary for Wrestlution 11. He has a smile on his face as Stacy Clark approaches to get a few words.

Stacy: That was one hell of a showing tonight.

Shepherd: It was amazing out there. The crowd was lit, and Winters is one hell of an opponent. Just to be out there was great and I can’t wait to do it again.

Stacy: How do you feel going into the biggest weekend of our year?

Shepherd: It is bittersweet really. On one hand I get to go to Japan. I’ve never been out of the country and that’s going to be great. But I won’t be wrestling and that is going to be tough and I’m sure I’ll learn a lot. I used to tell the kids I worked with that you have to follow before you can lead. So I guess this weekend will be me following.

Stacy: If you could have a match this weekend who would you like to fight?

Shepherd: I’d be lying if I didn’t say Dennis Black, I mean he’s a little bit smaller than me but he fights my style, and he’s been champion for a long time. I know I’m a long way from that. I just want to get to the show next year and show those kids I worked with that if you work hard enough you can make anything happen.

Shepherd: Trust me Stacy, with me anything is possible.

Shepherd winks at Stacy as he hops up from the table walking away looking at the itinerary for the weekend.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That's the spirit Shepherd.
	I am being told Mr Stinky is about to have a match next with the man who was banging Joe's sister.

	God damn Randy. Sorry folks. What Randy meant to say is Bray is up next as he takes on Seb Abbott.
	They both turned up late for the Versus memorial but the overlord has made this next match official and it's next.

Sebastian Abbott

vs

Bray

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He walked right into that.
	Better luck next time.

As Riot/Turmoil rumbles on, we're guided to a hastily assembled backstage press conference area where all manner of Turmoil stars are gathered to enjoy what's about to ensue. I mean all of the stars... Dennis White, Sophie, Lamu... that guy with the show about watery holes - they're all here. What are they here to witness? Well I'm glad you asked. At the front of the room sits Don King. Yes, legendary fight promoter Don King. Why is Don King there? It's Lution season baby. Beside Don King there are scales... which can only mean one thing. Oh yeah, Tiberius Dupree or whatever he's called is standing on them. Speaker of the house Jim Black now presides.

Jim Black: ...and that's 224.7lbs! TIBERIUS DUPREE HAS MADE WEIGHT!

A round of applause fills the room as the fat pig takes a bow before cartwheeling off back to his seat (Don King's left, but your right). The camera swings around to catch an expression of fury on the face of OCW's World Lightheavyweight Champion Paul Pugh. Jim Black quickly invites Pugh to join him at the scales. Pugh gets to his feet and removes his jacket, placing it on the lap of Don King, who seems grateful if a little vacant - he is after all, 900 years old.

Pugh swaggers casually up to the scale with a massive grin across his face. He teases putting his foot on there, as if the scale is too hot - much too hot to stand on. He plays to the crowd a little more, before stepping completely onto the scale. Jim Black and a member of the production crew take a look at the scale for a moment. Another moment passes, then another, then another, before Jim Black shakes his head. The production crew gentleman (for the benefit of this we'll now refer to him as Vincent Valmont) tries to zero the scales and invites Pugh to step off them for a moment.

Black: Ladies and Gentlemen we'll just be a moment, there seems to be a problem with the scale...

Vincent Valmont is scrabbling around trying to get the scales to zero, before nodding at Pugh - a signal to step back on. Jim Black arrives in close again, reading intently. Don King seems to have fallen asleep as Jim Black walks over to some OCW bigwigs and whispers something to one of them

Pugh: What... What is he saying! BLACK... what are you saying?! You... useless cretin!

He points at Vincent Valmont

Pugh: What is he saying?

Jim Black returns to the scales as a vein pops out of the side of Pugh's big red face.

Jim Black: ... 230lbs... 5lbs over the acceptable weight therefore...

Pugh: ...WHAT THE FRIG! ARE YOU HAVIN' A LAUGH? 5 POUNDS? THESE SCALES ARE BROKEN! I HOLD YOU INDIRECTLY RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS DON KING!

Pugh points in the direction of Don King who fails to react. Frothing at the mouth, Pugh slips his shirt, pants and shoes off.

Pugh: Again. NOW!

Jim Black and Vincent Valmont gather around the scales again

Black: ...227lbs

His eyes pop out of his head again

Pugh: NO. NO NO NO. THIS WON'T STAND...

He removes his drawers (but never the fanny pack), standing billy bollock naked in front of a room of Turmoil riff raff and journalists.

Pugh: ...Check it again.

For a final time, Jim and Vincent Valmont consult the numbers. They converse a second before Jim Black steps back up

Black: ...232lbs.

A crazy calm overcomes him, before his expression changes.

Pugh: ... I'LL KILL YOU.

Jim Black is grabbed by the throat by naked Pugh as the press conference descends into chaos. Don King remains stoic despite the chaos, as Dupree laughs the Betterballs off. Pugh is swinging Black around by his tie as the OCW production staff try to restrain him.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
	I think someone rigged them scales B.

Cactus enters a 7-11 and quickly scampers to the back. Clanging a few large bottles in his hand he approaches the worker behind the counter. The 7-11 employee doesn't look to be winning ‘employee of the month’ any time soon with his long unkempt hair, dirty beanie and scruffy beard.

7-11 Employee with the least amount of energy possible: Is that all for you toda….

Cactus squints at the young man: You ok boss? You look like how I feel.

7-11 Employee: I am having a wonderful da….

Cactus sniffs the air and just then has an idea.

Cactus looking around: Yo man.

Cactus nodding his head: You got some stuff man?

7-11 Employee: We have our entire stock out sir. If you can not find the drink you want then we do not carry it.

Cactus: No man. That stuff. That broccoli. That hay. That skunk. That boom. That blaze.

7-11 Employee: I am sorry sir, I am not sure what it is that you wan…

Cactus: You knowwww… That block. That ashe. Them nuggets.

7-11 Employee: I am sorry sir, but I still am very confus….

Cactus: Look man, I smell it. That blunt. That chronic. That grass.

Both men look at each other confused.

Cactus: For pete’s sake man - pot! Sell me some pot.

7-11 Employee perks up.

7-11 Employee: Yaaaahhh man, you should have just said something.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Tut... Tut.
	Inhale it in man!!!

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