Scene opens with Counter Culture standing around the backstage area after Flojo's match against Riley Quinn. FloJo appears to be annoyed at Cassidy for what happened after their Tag match against Showblitz. 

Cassidy: Look Lotus, I'm sorry. But you gotta learn how to work with people...

Cassidy: I see how difficult it is but you'll never succeed here.

Cassidy:....Lotus?

Lotus: Tch. If I push harder...I could finally come out on top against these three.

Lotus: This ice pack...

Says Flojo while rubbing her neck.

Lotus: -sigh- You're right...I can't do this on my own. 

Lotus: Having my shoulders being pinned does something with my self-esteem. 

Lotus: Having people carry me through the match only to lose in the end...

Lotus: My fear is not even getting on the card for Lution or even Turmoil 200.

Lotus: The Showbliz are getting better and better each time.

Lotus: I got all these moves but can't hit any of them.

Cassidy places her hand on Lotus right shoulder

Cassidy: Don't worry about it. 

Cassidy: Just try to put on good matches for now.

Cassidy: You'll get there...No...We'll get there.

Lotus smiles as she get's up from her pity party.

Cassidy: Better?

Lotus: Better.

Secne ends with duo walking back to the parking lot area, leaving the arena.

***

The camera pans into a massive underground room. Industrial lighting shines down showing a seemingly endless number of autopsy tables, each one with a body covered in a blanket.

Sitting on a stool near one of the tables is Ryu Matsumoto. He’s in surgical gear, covered in blood. His one eye has a complicated magnifying apparatus on it.

Next to him is a small stand full of various pieces of technology and strange bio-mechanical devices. Standing around Ryu and the stand are several Trashleks comically wearing scrubs.

Ryu begins poking around at the cadaver underneath the blanket with a scalpel and a screwdriver.

Jim Black approaches from off screen, before he can say anything Ryu begins, without looking up from his work.

RYU: Oh hello Jim, I didn’t notice you there.

Jim: Ummm, Ryu… what are you doing with all these bodies?

RYU: Its a new Generation of Trashlek! We’re integrating Trash Technology with the human anatomy!

Jim: This may be a dumb question… but where did you get all these bodies.

RYU: Well you see from time to time bad blood builds up on the interdimensional stage, and someone gets wiped from existence.

RYU: And you know the laws physics as well as anyone Jim.

Jim: Yeah… sure let's go with that.

RYU: You can’t actually erase a thing from existence, they will always persist somehow. So they get sent to the Cancer Verse! 

RYU: A plane of existence inhabited by the refuse of the Multiverse.

RYU: So I took a few Trashleks, and collected the remnants of the latest erasure, wiped their minds, and now I’m retrofitting the bodies with Trash Technology, so that they can complete more complex tasks.

Jim: Why? Why would you do that?

RYU: I have a new project, to benefit all of Trashkind. The Better Baldness Beureau!

Jim: Wat?

RYU: There is an epidemic going on across the Multiverse. Betternesses are starting to Bald!

RYU: My new Trashleks will scour the Multiverse, find these Betternesses, and convince them, by force or otherwise, to part with their remaining hair.

Ryu looks up from the cadaver and points at Jim with the Screwdriver.

RYU: IMAGINE THE POWER I CAN HARNESS! HE WHO CONTROLS THE HAIR, CONTROLS THE MULTIVERSE!

Ryu begins laughing maniacally as the camera pans out.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Dr. Who has made it here.
	Who's that?

We open on the scene of a pissant pawn shop in long island, that may or may not be the front office of a local indie fed, hell if I know. I'm not a purveyor of new jersey trash bags, anyway speaking of trash bags Wrex can be seen inside holding one over the counter to a very annoyed looking owner.

Wrex Two- no three grand.

Owner Buddy, I'm not giving you anything for your bag.

Wrex F**k you mean? Oh right.

Wrex opens the bag and sprinkles out the contents onto the counter. The camera moves in closer to get a better look to reveal.. We can all assume what it is.

Wrex So.. My four grand?

Owner It's a buncha f*ckin metal, get out.

Wrex Just a bunch of metal? How dare you. This my friend is the finest of aluminum, screwed onto the best imitation leather money can buy.

Owner ....

Wrex Yeah I know.. Owner's a cheap piece of shit. You should see our tag belts.

Owner Im calling the police.

Wrex Wait wait wait. Do you know how many juice heads would want this thing in their collection? This thing could be worth tens of thousands. Look I'll cut you a deal. One and a half.

Owner I'll give you five bucks if you go away.

Wrex leans his head up. Almost as if weighing the pros and cons of taking what almost has a striking resemblance to Capo if he seriously let himself go.

Wrex Thirty.

Owner Oh for f- Fine! 

The owner reaches into his pocket and throws the loose bills at Wrex.

Owner Come around here again and I'm calling the cops.

Wrex Deal.

As he leaves the store now a few dollars richer he reaches into his right pocket, taking out a bunch of Post-it® Notes. Scraping the name off of what must be at least twenty three different pawn shops. 

Wrex Twenty four down, banned from six. One at gunpoint and only two gave me anything to leave. Talk about a s**tty haul.. Where's that rich prick when you need him.

He takes a right down the street, and is almost immediately stopped.

Homeless Drunk H-hey yeh got some ch'ng.

He looks to the man. Thinking if he should do his good deed for the day.. Internally deciding abso-fucking-lutely not he proceeds to shrugs and throw the bag at him.

Homeless Drunk Da f*ck I'ms shposed to do wit thish?

Wrex Play with it, use it as a pillow, snort coke off it. Fuckin throw it the pigeons.. If it aint making me a paycheck then it's trash.

The scene closes with Wrex wandering into the misty night. Or towards the building to actually show up to work in time for once. But time will tell on that.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Next up a chance of a life time for one lucky competitor.
	Who's going to walk out with the prize?

10-Man Battle Royale

The camera pans to the announce team.

	...
	...

Whilst Ricky was celebrating his victory a fully suited and booted Thomas Archer had snuck into the ring with the Future Investment case in hand. He patiently waited on Ricky to stop milking the applause.

Archer: Dragon man! You did it, you out lasted nine other stars, unceremoniously brought about the demise of your tag partners hopes and dreams, helped to line my wallet and not only that, you won the first ever Thomas Archer Invitational. How do you feel?

He doesn't give Ricky a chance to speak.

Archer: Powerful, powerful words. Now, without further adeu, the moment everyone has been waiting on... Here is your prize!

Ricky scoops up a fistful of Archer dollars and for good measure stuffs them in the despicable trust fund kids mouth, he poses on all four turnbuckles, celebrating his revenge as the show fades out.