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After FloJo makes her way up the ramp while the camerman follows behind her. The crowd can be heard chanting "This is Turmoil".
FloJo scans the crowd while Empress is laid out by ringside. FloJo looks at the camera and begins to speak.
FloJo: You see that, Heather?!
FloJo: That's gonna be you come at Consequence.
FloJo: Not afraid of you!
FloJo: I'm gonna become Women's Champion one day. So bare witness you gothic bitch.
FloJo makes her way back behind the curtain while medical crews check on Empress.

Turmoil cameras have caught up with Pugh on the sidewalk of an airplane terminal at JFK Airport. He’s still in his ring gear - shirtless and custom jeans and he has a huge grin on his face. He’s tossing his back out of the back of a cab and onto the sidewalk, before noticing the camera.
Pugh: Wrex… Wrex Wrex… You nearly got me. So very VERY close. But no cigar right?
A classic half smile breaks his face
Pugh: I said this was on my terms. I said I would be back for you. You think I didn’t plan this whole thing? Everything went how it was supposed to… and you… you got there just in time for my main event… that I orchestrated to be moved and open the show. Wrex I know you. Better than you know yourself.
The cab takes off as he keeps talking
Pugh: I know you because I was you. Young upstart tearing through people. Aspiring to be THE MAN. Wrex, you are a reactor. You react to what is put in front of you. You go with your gut. You feed off the crowd in the moment. You’re instinctive, you’re special. You are what I was in 2011. And you know where that got me Wrex?
He grins
Pugh: Absolutely nowhere. It got me shit on, it got me maligned. A midcarder, stale. Stagnating. Dragging my feet. Losing big matches right and left. Knowing that I could be the guy but lacking the balls to take the next step and you wanna know how I fixed that? You wanna know what the secret is? The way to become the A-1 undisputed Greatest of All Time?
He stops
Pugh: ...you’ll find out soon enough. All of you will find out soon enough... Expect me Wrex. On my terms. Not yours.
He kicks his bag ahead of him and grabs the handle before wheeling off into the terminal building. The scene fades.

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