The lights of the Turmoil arena fade out as Empress’ Music hits. The members of the audience seem shocked.

The lights spark up as the Empress makes her way down to the ring. A mix of boos and cheers can be heard coming from the packed crowd. 

She appears to be having the time of her life as she picks up a mic from near the staircase and makes her entrance into the ring. 

She places the mic to her lips and begins to speak in somewhat broken English. 

Empress: Helllooooo Turmoil! Your Empress has arrived! Hahahaa! 

The crowd breaks out into boos.

She yells loud into the mic. 

Empress: DAMARE!!!

She turns to face the entrance with a sinister grin on her face.

Empress: I've heard a lot about the women in this division but all I see are old relics that talk too much. But, soon...very soon they will all bow before me. Because NO ONE HIGHER THAN EMPRESS!

She drops the mic on the floor as she makes her way out of the ring. 

She grabs a child's Lotus Flojo sign from the crowd and rips it up with a smile on her face as she makes her way up the ramp.

	Like she's been here before.
	What does that mean?

Rust Cohle enters the frame, walking side by side with his tag partner. They swing their arms to and fro as they make their way to the ring for Rust Cohle vs Loki.

Quartz: Now, Rusty. This guy is a max-level creep. 

Rust: Yes, yes, I know already! Man, you really seem to hate this Loki dude for some reason…

Quartz: He’s got this look about him… I bet he is into some freaky business.. I’m just watching your back, Rusty… 

Quartz and Cohle continue walking their way to the stage and Turmoil ring area.

As they approach the curtain, they notice the 2 large security guards that were with Malu earlier that night.

Rust: Bonjour, idiots.

The security guards roll their eyes and step to the side as Cohle approaches. Quartz grins like a dummy and walks forward to join his partner… As he reaches the curtain the two men step sideways toward each other, closing off access to the curtain like a closing door.

Quartz: Hey, hoagiemouths. I’m impressed at your little two step, but i’m gonna need you to step on out of my way now.

Security Guard: No can do.

Quartz: Excuse me?

Security Guard: Direct orders from Malu.

Rust: Don’t be stupid, it’s match time.

Security Guard: Nope. You are not permitted inside the arena while the match is going on. Afterwards, we can’t stop you but you aren’t going out there right now.

Quartz throws his hands up angrily.

Quartz: Well what kind of baby back bullsh--

As he turns around, Malu is standing with his arms crossed and the cameraman from earlier beside him. Quartz shakes his head at the cameraman.

Quartz: You son of a bitch.

Malu: Don’t talk to my cameramen like that, you slime ball. I’m about sick of your little antics in the ring and I’m not about to risk the integrity of this match by letting you interfere during the match.

Malu: ... Not to worry though. I’ll let you walk out there after the bell rings to pick up the pieces of your partner there. Hah! 

Quartz grits his teeth and turns back to Cohle, who is standing at the curtain.

Rust: Eh, I don’t need any help to beat this fruitloop Loki. 

CQC bump fists and Quartz turns to walk away…

Creeping into view is Loki, who walks up to Quartz face to face with an unusually serious look on his face. Quartz pulls his face back and looks left to right, confused at the interaction. He steps to the left and looks at Malu.

Quartz: This is the type of “talent” you’ve been boasting here on Turmoil, eh?

While he’s speaking, Loki pops his index finger into his own mouth for a moment, creeping Quartz out.

Quartz: What the hell is wrong with you?

Instead an answer, Loki suddenly takes his finger out of his mouth and jams it into Quartz ear, delivering a bone shattering wet-willy. He lets out an excited screech and the OCW universe pops hard in laughter at Quartz, who falls over in shock and disgust. 

Loki skips through the curtain past Cohle and his theme hits the arena.

The scene ends with everyone in the area laughing at Quartz’ embarrassment.

	This should be exciting.
	Just expanding the Turmoil crew.

LOKI vs RUST COHLE

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hell of a fight.
	Oh my goodness.

The wheels of a bicycle spin into place outside the arena in Brooklyn, NY. Brightly colored pant-legs step off the bike and walk beside it. As the person gets closer to the entrance, a large crowd of fans is gathered around a front entrance.

Four people in the group are wearing verified Alyssa Winters merchandise and shout at the girl, who we now see to be Terra Daturas, walking beside the bicycle.

Fan 1: Hey! There’s that freak that Queen Lyss hates! Hey freak, what are you wearing! More like Scare-ah Blah-turas!

Fan 2: Nice. She’s uglier in person, too! 

Terra puts her head down shyly and continues to walk by the crowd, who follow her down the sidewalk and continue to hurl insults.

Fan 3: What’s wrong, hippy girl? You want a hug? 

The group of women, apparently spawned from Alyssa Winters internet army point cover their mouths and giggle at the remarks made by their friends.

Fan 3: She should go hug a bar of soap! I can smell her from here! 

Terra picks up her speed and tries to get into the staff parking area quickly, the women pick up their pace and are now walking besides Terra, threatening her space.

Fan 2: Awhh, did we hurt your dairy-free feelings, crybaby? You going to cry again?

Fan 3: Hahaha, yeah. Always crying, this one.

In front of Terra, also walking into the arena is Justin Jehst and Elsa, strolling together with their arms linked. Elsa’s lavish black coat pauses as she overhears the commotion and turns her head to see what is going on.

Terra’s progress is halted by the Alyssa Winters gang of fans as they cut her off. The larger bully in the front grabs Terra’s bike by the handlebars.

Terra: Please let me pass. 

Fan 1: Or what?

Elsa interjects and sticks up for her fellow Turmoil women’s competitor.

Elsa: Hey! This girl trying to get to her job! Do we harass you when go to grocery store or Gamestop when you working? NO! Now, get back away!

The fans look at Elsa, shocked, but also slowly back away begrudgingly seeing Jehst posture up behind her. They don’t want any of the Tinseltown Technician.

Terra turns to Elsa and her look of fear and sadness turns to a bright, albeit shy, joyous smile..

Terra: I thank you, Ms. Elsa. 

Elsa: Don’t mention this. They assholes, so is no problem!

Terra drops her bike and jumps forward, reaching out to hug Elsa, who was not prepared for that, but embraces it eventually.

Jehst: C’mon, Elsa, we’ve got some scripts to read through.

Terra quickly releases the hold on Elsa as he laughs and looks back to Jehst. He turns to Terra and nods his head assuringly.

Jehst: If those peons ever start bothering you out here again, you call us and we’ll come and bop them one.

Terra puts her hands together and smiles at her saviors nodding her head.

Terra: Salvatores, gratias ago tibi. Thank you.

He smiles and puts his arm around Elsa. As he swings her round slowly to walk back towards the arena entrance, Elsa gives a small wave.

Terra lifts her bike off of the ground and hastily walks behind the two, towards the entrance as the scene fades to black.

*****

The X-Tron is now streaming live from Alyssa Winters’ gaming room.

She is proudly sitting on her gaming chair, showing of her battle station in all of its glory: the 4K monitor, the retro illuminated keyboard and the obligatory headset with cat ears that every true Gamer Girl must have. 

Alyssa: Good evening, basement dwellers. 

Alyssa: My name is Alyssa Winters and I have a message for you. Actually, it's a question. 

Alyssa: What's the best thing in life? 

The crowd is mumbling as she waits for their answers. 

Alyssa: Now, I know what you are thinking. After all, you are looking at such a beautiful and attractive girl who also happens to play videogames. Perfection incarnate. 

Alyssa: But that's not what I meant. What's the best thing in life, aside from having a true Gamer Girl as wife? 

Alyssa: That's right. Eating those big hamburgers from Burger Shot while you are playing online with your trusted squad. 

Alyssa: Well… there's one person here who does not like hamburgers. 

Alyssa: Can you believe it? Hamburgers are God’s gift to mankind and this hippy is telling us we should not eat them. 

Alyssa: What an arrogant fool. You know who I am talking about…

Alyssa: Terra Daturas. 

Alyssa picks up an hamburger from her desk and takes a sloppy bite, the sauce dripping down into the shell as she nods with an over exaggerated sense of enjoyment. She then drinks a large can of soda that was next to it. 

Alyssa: Yeah… this truly is God’s gift to mankind. 

Alyssa: Now I have to get back to my stream. I’m sorry, nerds. See you.

*****

Trance immediately exchanges his championship title for a microphone and turns towards the x-tron.

Trance: So… Play it.

At his bequest, the x-from reruns the footage, primarily the aftermath of the triple threat. It pauses when the referee gets splattered.

Trance: First off, I want to apologise to Ted, I've been assured by the doctors he'll make a full recovery…

The video then changes to its true subject, Wrex’ attack on the champion which loops over and over again.

Trance: There we have it… Opportunity seized. Well done.

Jacob sarcastically claps.

Trance: You got it. You saw your chance and you took it. Just like the wolf we know you are… The animal that we all want you to be. The only problem is that you didn't get the throat, I'm standing here. You drew blood but now I survived and now I've learnt.

Jacob spreads his arms, shouting out to the back, his voice being picked up by the fixed ring mics.

Trance: Do something in my face!

Wrex continues to stand on the apron, seemingly just watching Trance before a stage hand brings the microphone over to him. They continue the stare down for a little while longer before Wrex finally brings it to his mouth

Wrex: ...Jacob, If I wanted to go for your throat last week. I would of.

He turns his back on Trance, looking up to the titantron still looping the moments of the attack.

Wrex: Beautiful form if I do say so myself, could be argued it’s better than yours. Wig was a bit dumb but it served its purpose… Jacob last week was just a little taste, a test. To see what you would do if I kicked the hornet's nest.

He turns back to look at Trance, with almost a shit eating smirk on his face.

Wrex: And here you are begging me to get in that ring and do it again.. But that isn’t going to happen, not tonight. Not next week.. Let’s be honest with ourselves here, you know what this is about, you know what I want.

Trance: You and every other person in the back that has enough brain cells to tie their laces wants the same thing… Wanting something though… That doesn't mean you just get it. This isn't Walmart, this isn't Handout Championship Wrestling. However…

Trance takes a step forward, looking down at Wrex.

Trance: You have my attention.

Wrex: That's all I need.. for now. After all we’ve only just started. This will keep happening. And It won’t stop until you’re willing to put it all on the line.. But of course Jacob you shouldn’t give me all that undivided attention.

Wrex moves his gaze past Trance almost looking through him and smiles again before turning his attention back to the CCW champion, the crowd and announcers seem to figure out what's coming before he does.

Wrex: After all, for a man who has learned from his mistake, you’ve managed to make two more.

Wrex: One, you believed the word of an internet “journalist”.

Wrex: And two, well.. Should of watched your back.