The music dies down and Ace silently makes her way to a corner and hands Bray a microphone. He looks to the crowd, but this time with a different look in his eye. The craziness and darkness he once showcased on his face with pride are gone.

Bray: I don’t know what to say.

He lowers his head into the mic and taps it a few times before speaking again.

Bray: I really don’t. What the hell happened? What happened to me? To my sister? I coulda sworn last year, we were beating everyone up, busting our asses off day in and day out, and then… 2017 appeared.

Bray: That’s when it all left me. My edge. My passion. ...Damn near my sanity, did you see what I was wearing last week? I don’t know what the hell’s been going on with me this year…

Bray: Maybe it was the paint, maybe it was the pressure, maybe… it was you, the fans.

Some fans in the arena begin to heckle Bray, but he immediately puts a stop to it.

Bray: Relax, I’m beating around the bush here. ..It was me. I was the one that f**ked everything up for me. Now, don’t give me wrong, I will say and do whatever the hell I want, but I need to know where that line starts. And I know now that there’s been some lines that I’ve crossed and some enemies I’ve made and, I want the whole OCW universe and the boys, and girls, backstage to know that,... that’s over.

Bray: The face-paint, the silence, the craziness. That’s done. I thought I knew what the true Broken Spirit was when this year began, but I failed to realize that it wasn’t flashy looks or flashy moves that got me noticed when I first debuted. It was just me being me, doing what I do best.

Bray: I’ve been unreliable, I’ve been a fool, I’ve been angry, I’ve been sad, I’ve been depressed, I’ve been… not myself. Don’t ask me what was going through my head when I put face-paint on my head, that was the worst thing I could’ve done to myself… though Trance thought it was cool.

Bray: That aside, I’ve been struggling, physically and mentally, to really… really find out who the real Bray is. What you all saw for this entire year, I can tell you without a shadow of doubt, that was not the real Bray.

Bray: Hell, the real Bray wouldn’t have been damn near beat by Genital James last week, now would he? I’ve lost my edge, my groove. Everything is just… gone. I shouldn’t be struggling like this. I ain’t old.

He takes a second to observe his knee, still subliminally giving him troubles every now and then. He shakes it a little before resuming. 

Bray: I’m not here to beg for your sympathy; I’m not here pledging myself to be Turmoil’s top babyface. I’ve never been about that. I just need you all to understand. This used to be easy for me. I beat damn near everybody up, but nowadays, I can’t even beat Genital James without breaking a sweat. All that hype for what? To me being reduced to being this emo freak-a-zoid, to being this clown whack-off. This whole year was spent around me trying to change myself in order to stay relevant in the eyes of everyone, but.. did I need to do that? I had friends, allies, fans,… and now they’re all gone. I don’t wanna end my OCW career being the black sheep of this company. I don’t wanna end my career being remembered as a wannabe, and I sure as hell don’t wanna end it being remembered as a god damn clown. But most importantly, I don’t wanna end my OCW career being remembered as a failure. But, in order to do that, [taking a deep breath] I’m gonna need your help.

Bray: For too long, I’ve been struggling to find myself after Season 11 ended. I thought the route of the exotic was the right way to go for me, but it wasn’t. I realize now… that if I’m gonna really succeed here, and if I’m ever gonna find that spark I had last year, I’m gonna need your help.

Bray: I’m about to break kayfabe again; I don’t care, someone sue me. Guys in the back, and you know who you are, some of you I’ve wronged, some of you I’ve betrayed, some of you have no reason to even want to watch this promo. Whether or not you are, I want you all to know, from the bottom of my heart, I’m sorry.

He looks to the entrance ramp, in hopes that any of them heard his message, but he’s confident that at least one soul heard him. After a few seconds of silence, he chuckles into the mic a little.

Bray: Can’t believe I’m out here f**king apologizing... Now, before you start saying “Oh Bray’s gone soft now, his little dick ass- f**k you. I’m just thinking, in order to get back to what I was, I…

He turns his gaze towards Ace and points at her.

Bray: We need to start over. A “reset”, if you will. For me and my sister. Hell, I remember when you pinned the Women’s Champion 1-2-3 and now you’re barely on the show. 

Ace: Not my fault, Ali.

Bray: Yes it is, Kelsie. This means no more face-paint, no more spooky vignettes, no more clown nonsense. I might cut my hair all the way again. No more flakiness, no more silences; it’s just us two, walking around, kicking ass like last year.

Bray: And as part of this “reset”, next week, I am requesting to face off against… the biggest c*nt of this entire company… but also someone whose of the people who’s helped me through my journey,... no matter how much of a goddamn c*nt he is. Boo him all you want, I don’t give a damn, but next week, I want the opportunity to kick Gentleman Jack’s ass again and give him a REAL fight from the muthaf**kin hardest hitting man on Turmoil.

Ace steps forward to the mic in his hand.

Ace: Enough being nice, let’s f**k sh*t up.

The two smile and wave to the crowd as they prepare to depart.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Next up is some high flying action!
	#Dive

El Segador vs H2O

The camera pans to the announce team.

	It is done.
	Woo.

Kassidy is backstage in the TTT locker room with Dennis,

Kassidy: I ink a new deal and the first thing I am put into the ring with is a big dumb wanna be werewolf looking rookie who can’t wrestle a proper match to save his Piece of Shit worthless life.

Kassidy rips at the ties holding his guards on his forearms and throws them at the wall as they fall into his bag,

Kassidy: It isn’t even worth my time to speak the ՇᴙȺꙅЂ ↁٱȺןэꝁʇٱꝁэ to someone so useless. If I ever see that Pup in my way again, he will end up like every bad werewolf that didn’t listen to their master, shredded and fed to the elders; Vampires have always been the superior species.

Dennis folds his arms, leaning against the wall. He watched the guard fall into the bag before looking back to Kassidy. 

Dennis: So why not do something about it, Kass? You’re sponsored by the most profitable brand in present day OCW. You’re the first ever Turmoil Champion. Mr. Sensation clearly has overlooked you for far too long. 

Dennis: Know what would really get you noticed by the big boss? Giving Mr. Sensation ‘The Turn’...

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