Cameras take us out to the ring, where the arena lights have darkened except for a shining spotlight. Waves of a foggy mist sweep across the mat, revealing Holly Hunter as she steps into view. She holds up what appears to be a mannequin head made in the likeness of Sophia, with an ‘X’ of duct tape over its mouth.

Holly: Just as fate would have it, Sophia’s destiny would come one step sooner as I rendered her uncleared to compete last week.

Holly: For shame… as what better way for your Women’s Champion to meet their demise than on the grandest stage of them all… Wrestlution.

Holly: Yet, it all plays into perfection as Sophia has just met her greatest fear of all… to be suddenly silenced… an untimely death.

Holly: No ‘next time’... no ‘shining moment’ for ‘Daddy’… (Holly chuckles).

Holly: With her out of the way, I will take you all with me into the darkness, let-

Before Holly can finish, the mic cuts out as the mannequin is knocked out of her grasp. The lights turn on as we see the OCW Women’s champion Sophia standing face to face with Holly in the ring.

Sophia: Looking for me, HOLLY??

The crowd pops as she puts her arms up in the air as if to say “I'm here!!”

Sophia: You may have caught me off guard last week but you sure as hell didn't knock me off my game. It's Lution season after all, and I wouldn't miss it for the world!!

Sophia: With that said… I’ve been cleared for our chance at Wrestlution. You and I, we're STILL ON!!

Sophia holds up the doctor papers in Holly’s face as the crowd cheers. Holly appears to back down as she turns around to retrieve the mannequin head. She stops and stands eerily still just as the lights go off again, this time leaving the arena pitch black.

After a moment in the darkness, the spotlight returns. It shines in the corner of the ring to show Sophia, now leaning against the turnbuckles, with the duct tape now over her own mouth. Sophia fights to rip it off but it doesn't budge.

Holly returns to the mic and leans into the spotlight towards Sophia.

Holly: If you so choose to do it this way, then so it shall be. The end draws near for you, Sophia… this is the last light of the end of the tunnel that you'll see.

Scene ends.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Yes... A million times YES!!!
	This is going to be a awesome match, no doubt.

	I seriously can't wait for the women's championship match Tom.
	You wont need to wait much longer now bud.

The camera sits on an office in an undisclosed section of the Backstage area, we see El Patron Ligermask, sitting at his desk. He goes through the meticulous ritual of preparing his cigar.

He presses the cigar between his index finger and thumb to ensure it’s at just the right humidity. He runs it under his nose to check the aroma. In one quick motion he snips the end off with a cutter.

He then quickly places it in his mouth and slowly lights it, being sure to turn it to get an even light. He then leans back in his chair to enjoy his cigar. Before he can fully enjoy the moment of peace a figure steps into the office.

Ligermask seems to react as if he’s threatened by the intruder, however he doesn’t act he merely observes the figure cautiously. The figure seems to be scanning the office,examining everything in it, much to Ligermask’s discomfort. The figure speaks in a thick Australian accent.

FIGURE: The Masta’s wonderin’ what’s taking so long bruv…

FIGURE: I mean you’ve done some good things fer yourself and all with this whole drug-trade… you’ve made steps against the target… but we may need to get involved directly.

FIGURE: Consider this a warning, BRUV.

The figure laughs, almost mockingly and exits the room. We see Ligermask now angrily chewing his cigar. In a fit of rage he flings everything off the surface of his desk.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Look's like the Trash master might be in trouble.
	He brought it all on himself.

	Up next Solomon makes his debut!
	Can he handle the captain? Time to find out next!

Solomon Gold

vs

Captain Ass

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That match was as close as it gets.
	If I had a hat like you Tom. I would take it off right now to the both of them for that display.

The scene open with Wrex backstage, trying his best to use the wall to keep himself straight up while holding his head

Wrex What has that fat sack got against my f**kin head anyway?

Jim Black Why are you asking me?

Wrex Who else am I going to ask, myself?

Jim Black Yes?

Wrex straightens himself up against the wall and looks to Jim

Wrex What do you want Jim?

Jim Black Just wanted to see how you were feeling on your chances in the final investment after this match?

Wrex The same as before I entered this match, I still got a b**ch of a headache, I still feel like a car ran me over and I still think I'm going to Tokyo, I still think I'm going to climb a ladder and I still know that I'm leaving Tokyo with that case, because believe it or not Jim, I don't need to pin Blondie or the beast at the dome, I just need to climb a ladder, reach up and climb back down with my future in my hands.

Wrex Now unless you have something pressing to ask I suggest you p*ss off before my head starts ringing anymore than it is.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Temper... Temper!
	I hope his headache clears before his match tonight.

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