The scene opens backstage as Jehst is sit smack bang in front of the camera, a bottle of champagne and a glass on the table in front of him. He turns to face the screen.

Jehst: Oh, hi, OCW Universe! Didn't see ya there! I'm sure you're all still recovering from RIOT 500; what a show indeed!

Jehst: Ya see apart from coming out and making a formal request for a shot at the paper tag titles, the Jehst Man was having a great time, sinking mimosa's and enjoying the night!

Jehst: But there was something unexpected that happened during a low budget, desperate attempt for air time by a fellow rookie named Jack Rogue that took me by surprise.

Jehst: Ya see I had no problem with you, Jack. But then you lump me in the same category as Diamond, Highwood and Kass?

Jehst: You call me an "asshole" on the most historic episode of RIOT and expect me not to say something?

Jehst: Were you fondled by a Hollywood executive when you were younger?

Jehst: Perhaps you weren't good enough an actor to even make your elementary school production?

Jehst: Whatever your reason for having such a skewed opinion on this handsome, charming Hollywood native, the OCW Universe and I would appreciate it if you left my name out of your mouth!

The crowd in the background cheer for one of OCW's favorite superstars remarks.

Jehst: Well I've got a warm seat and a bottle of booze so im gonna sit back and watch my boy Capo whip your stupid ass all across the ring, and rinse your mouth out with a swift punch to the jaw!

Again the crowd erupts, backing the Hollywood Mauler.

Jehst: Back to you, Turmoil camera men!

The scene fades to black as Justin begins pouring a glass.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Well dam!
	KEEP HIS NAME OUT YO, MOUF!

Jack Rogue vs Capo Genovese

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He under estimated him!
	OUTTA NOWHERE!

The scene is set on a backstage setup, similar to one set up a week previously by the backstage crews of Turmoil, blue blankets with the signature OCW logo adorn the background wall, although with a few hanging wires that may or may not have something to do with a "borrowed" TV

Who can be seen in the foreground? Turmoil's number two punching bag Jim Black.

With his microphone in one hand he awaits his next potential interview. Although the one who walked by probably wasn't his first, second or third pick.

Jim Black Sigh Of course you show up.

Wrex Hell is that supposed to mean you fucking Xenophobe.

Wrex: Didn't your parents ever teach you some respect Black, or was your mother a drinker and your father a beater?

Wrex: Frankly if you were my kid I'd beat you too.

Jim Jesus Christ, just answer this damn list so I can go.

Wrex Nope.

Jim No? What do you mean no?

Wrex Gonna need an incentive first~

Jim Oh for-

He searches through his pockets, handing over about $4.50 in change into Wrex's already outstretched hand. He counts through it and looks up.

Wrex You got two minutes cheapskate.

Jim Last week-

Wrex Everyone saw it and I made my point long ago that I didn't need this tournament. Next.

Jim Alright. Tonight you're up against the still returning legend Vincent Valmont, any thoughts.

Wrex Eh. I can take him.

Jim Pfft.

Wrex What?

Jim You actually believe that?

Wrex Yes, yes I do Jim.. Want to know the difference between a destroyer like say, Malu and a giant like Valmont is to me?

Jim Go ahead?

Wrex I've seen what Malu can do, and I've felt what he is capable of first hand.

Wrex: He's earned my wariness when it comes to him.

Wrex: But Vincent, when it comes to him all I've seen is two weeks of work..

Wrex Sure I've heard all about the legends and tall tales.

Wrex: His twenty minute desimations and his mindgames, but that Valmont is long gone now Black, and what stands here is a shell that tapped out to an old man.

Jim What about last week? His match with the Captain?

Wrex He beat a rookie in, and trust me on this one I counted.

Wrex: Nine minutes, and twenty five seconds.

Wrex: While it is an impressive time.. Just remember Jimmy, I did the exact same thing in just over three.

Wrex: And if my math's skills are still up to scratch.

As he says this he reaches into Jim's pocket, bringing out a phone

Wrex: You really should put a password on this, anyone can just access your stufff.

Wrex proceeds to open the calculator app.

He clearly puts on a show about it, random taps instead of anything actually logical.

Wrex My time wasted to rookies beat ratio is over six hundred and twenty percent more efficient to his, so clearly I have him beat there too.

Jim Black Want to show us that math's?

Wrex ..No.

Jim Black: Want to at least give me phone back?

He re-pockets it.

Wrex No.

Wrex My point being in all this Jim, Is that I've got this covered. So don't worry about it.

Wrex: Go back to interviewing the rookies.

Wrex: You know the people who still think you're actually useful for something.

Wrex: Poor fools.

As Wrex says this he decides it's probably been two minutes and makes his exit from the interview.. taking the mics with him as additional overtime pay.

Jim Black I hope Valmont fucking kills him.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He really should put a security code on his phone...
	I mean really Jim..what is th is? Amatuer hour over here?

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