We cut backstage, greeted by a smiling Thomas Archer who is proving he is the perfect male athlete simply by multi-tasking. Watching the monitor and texting at the same time.

Archer: Fancy that! Jett Draven and his inferior DNA has one match with a true superstar and he's injured. One match, one little match with the Inheritance and his knee comes tumbling down like jenga.

He claps his hands together whilst still holding his phone.

Archer: I love it. It's great. The feel good story of the decade. Polio urchin tries to be the polio victim that could… But winds up where he belongs, on the sidelines holding a towel for a real athlete, for the New Americana. Thomas Archer.

Suddenly, Archer begins to retch, exclaiming loudly.

Archer: What… What is that stench? It's like…

Archer waves a hand in front of his face desperately.

Archer: Oh god. It's like… Sour garbage… Soaked in piss… Sautéed in fish entrails… Where in the hell is it coming from?

B-17 enters and claps Archer on the back. 

B-17: See I told you to take out the legs! Jett ain't even walking right! 

Archer pulls away and disappears off screen briefly. 

B-17: Woah...that’s a lot of milk...I hope. 

Archer appears back on screen, wiping his mouth. 

Archer: I took out the legs before you told me to, you badger hair dolt!

B-17, not appearing to hear Archer, continues: Look, I was thinking, if you are going to sweep the legs, why not get more specific and do some true damage, be unique, you know?

Archer muses over the proposition: Go on. 

B-17: Okay. So No one ever does this, it so unique, you will love it. 

Archer: Yes, yes! Go on! 

B-17 reaches into his pocket and pulls out a red toe nailed, freshly manicured big toe…

Archer disappears again off screen and retches again. 

B-17: Kinda chunky, isn’t it? You should lay off the dairy. 

Archer reappears again: WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE A BIG TOE?

B-17: Sweep the toe. 

Archer: Sweep the toe?

B-17: Sweep the toe!

Archer: What does that even mean?

B-17: Think about it. You take out the knee, they hurt for a few days, then they come back good as new. But, if you take out the toe, they lose their balance forever...and toes just pop right off! 

Archer: NO! No they don’t! Wait! Where did you get that toe?

B-17’s eyes go wide: I found it. Outside. In the hallway. Under a desk. Just laying there. 

Suddenly Stacy Clark comes limping in. B-17 quickly stuffs the toe back in his pocket. Archer seizes his chance, reaching into his pockets he unleashes a fistful of dollars, wiping his mouth before hurling them at Stacy, screaming: He's your problem now!

Archer charges off.

Stacy in obvious pain and discomfort quickly grabs all the 100 dollar bills and stuffs them into her pocket. 

Standing straight with a grimace, Stacy does what she does best, asks questions!

Clark: B-17, how do you respond to the theory that you only returned to OCW because of sexual misconduct on set of “Captain Supermarket” forced you to leave Hollywood? 

B-17: I vehemently deny these accusations! 

Stacy begins to ask another question before stumbling again and letting out a sharp hiss of pain. 

B-17: Are you okay?

Stacy: NO, I’m not! I don’t know what happened, my big toe is gone! 

B-17 slowly pulls out the toe from his pocket: Is this your toe? 

Stacy: WHAT THE HELL? GIVE ME MY TOE BACK! 

B-17 pulls the toe back, close to his chest: No, I found it. But you can buy it back…

Stacy: That’s crazy. 

B-17 shrugs his shoulders: Supply and demand…

Stacy takes out the wad of cash and tosses it at B-17, grabs her toe and limps away. 

The camera pans to the announce team.

	This is going to be a battle.
	I can't wait.

Dennis black and Sebastian Abbot vs Austin Lee and Christian Sheperd

The camera pans to the announce team.

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	....

As Dennis and Seb move up the ramp as they look over their shoulder a few times to make sure Jackson isn’t following behind. Jackson is pacing around the ring, chair in hand, yelling nonsense towards the mean who obviously can’t hear him. Just as Dennis and Seb get to the stage, Jackson motions for a microphone; which he snatches from the timekeeper.

Jackson: DENNIS!

Dennis and Seb stop on the ramp. Seb turns around to look at Jackson, but Dennis keeps his back turned. Seb is tugging at Dennis, saying something inaudible and trying to get him to turn around.

Jackson paces faster, pawing at his head: Truck, stuck, f..k, Black Sunday, DENNIS BLACK! TURN AROUND AND LOOK AT ME YOU COWARD! YOU DON’T GET TO WALK AWAY FROM ME. Loud, cloud, shroud, stain, pain. PAIN! YOU HAVE CAUSED ME SO MUCH PAIN!

Jackson begins pawing again. Austin stirs a bit and notices what’s going on and quietly slinks out of the ring and away from the crazed man with a chair in the ring. Dennis, still with his back turned, looks over his shoulder.

Jackson: I KNOW IT WAS YOU. IT HAD TO BE YOU! You, chew, horseshoe, screw. YOU SCREWED ME DENNIS BLACK. YOU AND THAT WHORE! Whore, bore, floor, four. IT WAS FOUR AM BEFORE THEY FOUND ME IN THAT DITCH! 

Jackson gets right on the ropes now, leaning as hard as he can and screams at Dennis as loud as he can.

Jackson: I KNOW IT WAS YOU AND I’LL PROVE SOONER RATHER THAN LATER! IF YOU WON’T FACE ME NOW...truck, trailer, tractor, factor...FACTOR! YOU’LL FACE ME A CHILL FACTOR AND I WILL PUT AN END TO THIS TYRANNY! Tyranny, currency, parody, villainy…

Jackson throws the chair down and sits cross legged in the center of the ring, pulling on his head and hair, rocking back and forth. The mic is directly in front of him picking up what he’s mumbling.

Jackson: Sic semper...sic semper...sic semper tyrannis! SIC SEMPER EVELLO MORTEM TYRANNIS! SIC SEMPER EVELLO MORTEM TYRANNIS! (Meaning: THUS ALWAYS I CAUSE THE DEATH OF TYRANTS!)

Madison begins to tightly clutch the title as she looks back and forth between Jackson and Dennis. Dennis turns slightly to look at Madison and we see his face is one of confusion. Madison’s face is displaying her pure fear of what Dennis doesn’t know.