The scene starts with what sounds like utter chaos coming from the dank locker room deep within the Barclays Centre. 

Outside in the corridor Corey Ford was limping towards the door. As he got closer he heard a struggle from the otherside and as he reached for the handle the door exploded outwards in a hail of splinters, in the debris lay a crumpled suit. 

Corey peered into the room to see Little L unconscious and Bubba being dragged down by four suits as a fifth grabbed a chair. 

The suit with the chair looked up and spotted Corey standing in the doorway and shouted as a pain caused Corey to drop to his knees, the suit who had been thrown through the door rubbed his knuckles before holding Corey in place.

Suit with chair turned his attention back to Bubba and placed his weapon around the struggling big guys ankle before proceeding to repeatedly stomp until there was a loud snap. Bubba let loose a rage filled blood curdling scream before falling silent, the suit picked up the chair and fixed his attention onto Corey.

Suit: Your leader is down and out, you're next.

He rose the chair above his head.

Corey smiled: Do it, we’ll come back stronger than before. 

Corey spat on the suits shoes as the chair came down, the camera cut to the announce team as a resounding thud could be heard…

***

* K.Dangelo sits in the back watching Turmoil, when Jim Black walks up*

Jim Black: So big man you have a big match coming up. You ready?

* K.Dangelo sits in silence *

Jim Black: That Big Ed is one big tough competitor, what will be your strategy?

* K.Dangelo reaches in his pocket and spins some keys around *

Jim Black: Are those the keys to the garden?

* K.Dangelo stands up takes a key off and hands it to Jim then gives him a note. Jim opens and reads it, then stands in shock as K.D walks off*

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Some light heavy action next.
	These two can move.

H20 vs Kassidy Hayes

The camera pans to the announce team.

	As expected.
	Expect the unexpected.

A Greek bursts through the locker room, throwing his bag across the room in a fit of joy, showcased by his constant hooting and hollering. He parades around the room as if he’d just won the Superbowl, leaving his sister to question him. As he’s doing this, a nearby official comes up and whispers something in Ace’s ear. Bray stops his parade and stares at the two. After a few seconds of whispering, he quickly leaves, obviously before Bray can ask any questions.

Bray: Bastard.

Ace: Good news, Ali. You’re in the main event again! 

Bray: … F**k… YEAH! Okay, I’m on a f**king roll! Who am I facing tonight!?

Ace: The one…

Bray: Alright.

Ace: The only…

Bray: Yea?

Ace: Dennis Blek.

Bray: F*** YEA!

Ace: Now befo-.... Wait, you’re happy about that?

Bray: Hell yes! Finally, I get to show that baby bastard where the real challenge is at!

Ace: We can’t assume-... Baby though? He’s not that small, you know.

Bray: Oh he’s small alright! In more ways… than one.

Ace: ……..

Bray: His feet! You didn’t see his feet? You put a ham on em and they’ll crush. But in all seriousness, why am I being tested like this? Hm? What’s with having me face easy challenges back to back and now I’m facing champions back to back? In non-title matches nonetheless? Am I not the asset I was was when I first debuted?

Ace: You’re asking the wrong person, dude.

Bray: I beat Ding. By logic’s standpoint, I should either A) be International Champion right now or B) be getting a shot at the International Championship. Do you think I’m gonna get a shot? No. Hell, this is just like last year where you beat Willow, the WOMEN’S CHAMPION at the time! Tell me, did she get a title shot? 

Ace: ...No.

Bray: No! You had to go to a f**kin debate. And then you didn’t even get the damn shot. What kind of horseh** is that? Weren’t you angry?

Ace: Pissy, yes. Furious, yes. But I got over it. I got my shot eventually and I lost. Fair and square.

Bray: Be that as it may, I’m not so forgiving. How much do you wanna bet if I lose tonight, I’ll get sent to the back of the line again?

Ace: Don’t think like that! Remember: you beat Ding! That’s gotta account for something, Greek.

Bray: Who?

Ace: Ali.

Bray: Better. Dennis, I’ll be honest with you. I really don’t know. I might not beat him. I might not ever beat him. But he can bet his tiny feet ass that I’m not going down without a fight. I need to train! NOW!

As he’s saying this, he’s already on the floor, doing squats back to back. While he's doing this, Ace starts thinking about her earlier encounter with the world champion, yet she's hesitant to tell her brother about it. Bray seems to notice her silence and turns his head her way.

Bray: Something wrong?

Ace: N-Nah b, keep training.

He follows her order and continues the push-ups, leaving Ace with the thoughts of Dennis's threat.

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