TERMINAL 5, NYC

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Is it that time of the month already?
	I think so, Aries. I can smell your uncleanly lady parts from here.

	...STOP BULLYING ME!
	Stop having the emotional depth of a 14 year old teenage girl!

	This is exactly why I didn't want to do commentary with a woman.
	Why? Because you're a closeted homosexual?

	YOU CAN'T SAY THAT ON TELEVISION, GOD DAMN IT! I AM A GOD DAMNED LEGEND!
	That gives legendary knob slobbing. Or so I've heard...

	You...ON WITH THE SHOW!
	Aw, the poor little girl.

	...I am seething right now. Welcome to another edition of Momentum! I am your local legend, Aries! I'm here joined by the ever charming Ana Vargas. Single guys, if you're watching...she really enjoys whitewashing the back 40...if you know what I'm sayin'!
	Thanks for that lovely introduction, Aries! I'm sure the men on the S.S.Gentlemiss sailing to England tonight will be very proud of you for such wit and brevity!

	I can see why O.J. did it.
	What?

	Nothing! We have a...slightly below average showing for you here tonight. Unfortunately, because a number of people failed to show up, we only have a fair few matches ready to go for you tonight!
	Indeed, but right now I'm getting word that we're being taken backstage!

Camera pans backstage

Stacy Clark: Ladies and gentlemen, later tonight we will see the in-ring return of Bray S. Spur against Austin Lee, and not only that-

Officials cut off Stacy Clark’s statement and whisper something in her ear. After a few seconds of silent whispers, Stacy returns to the camera.

Stacy Clark: Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize but it seems as if the doctors haven’t exactly cleared Bray for the match tonight..

A chorus of boos overwhelms the arena.

Stacy Clark: Therefore-

Voice: I think I can make that arrangement, Ms. Clark.

A figure covered in black and blue appears next to Stacy, startling her. His mask hides his grin well.

Stacy Clark: Oh, hello! Ladies and gentlemen, OCW’s newest-

Ninja: Eh eh eh, no need to introduce me, Ms. Clark. But thank you nonetheless. Excuse me.

The crowd seems unamused at the mere sight of the talent, mocking his choice of attire instantly with a chant of “You look stupid! [clap clap clap clap clap] You look stupid!”

Ninja: I ain't gonna lie. I ain't got no big resume like every else here. I know for a fact that the fans of OCW have no idea who in the blue hell I am. Fact is, that makes it even better to give off a good first impression, no?

Ninja: OCW... You’ve seen high flyers! You’ve seen masked maniacs! You’ve seen straight up suicidal freaks! But, do you wanna know what they all lacked, Stacy?

Stacy Clark: Um,... I’m not sure.

Ninja: Perseverance! Passion! ….that RUTHLESS aggression!.. Feel me?

Ninja: I ain’t no circus freak like the rest of these un-disciplined disciples back here. I don’t need no manager to boost me up. I don’t need a group to watch my back. I got my own back!

Ninja: I am a student of the greatest fighting style in the world! I’ve honed my craft with some of the greatest performers from Japan. Not a single superstar back here can say that they went to Japan, came from nothing, and molded themselves into something!

Stacy Clark: But, how about-

Ninja: Nobody, Stacy!! I’m sorry for interrupting you, but I need to say this.

Ninja: What was once Issac Amori evolved into this colorful jackass mess that you see now! Call my name stupid, call my gear stupid, that’s alright with me! But, and I’m gonna say this once, I am the Stealth Ninja and as of this moment, OCW is my temple! Be weary, Austin Lee! Because you're in my temple. And tonight,... I’m gonna kick your ass out.

Da Ninja hands the microphone back to Stacy and disappears into the backstage area, leaving a look of confusion on Stacy's face.

Camera pans back to the announce team.

	Who are these people?! Was that a gimp?!
	I believe, Liam Queefson, they're what you call "reliable wrestlers".

	QUIT CALLING ME MEAN NAMES! WE'RE ON LIVE TV!
	It's Terminal 5, I'm sure we'll be fine!

	Mongoloid. Our first match of the night will be contested between one of my favorite people, Austin Lee, and some...gimp. Is he a gimp?
	Well, Nathan Carter was SUPPOSED to be on this, so maybe he's taking his master's place.

	Time for some milky mustachioed goodness!
	Do you even hear yourself sometimes?

Austin Lee vs. Stealth Ninja

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a sequence! Hard fought match for both competitors! Well done!
	Out of nowhere!

Stephen "Ginger" Maxwell is standing backstage with fellow redhead Chico Blanco.

Ginger: So Chico, another Momentum, another match for you. You must be excited. Last time out, you & TJ Stevens scored an impressive win against hot up-and-comers Adam Adams & Jordan Jax? Well TJ seemed to do most of the work, still impressive though.

Chico: What you say to me, gringo? Let me tell you something, Adam Adams & Jordan Jax are not up-and-comers. Me, Chico Blanco, is the future of OCW. Those palomeros, ain't got nothing on me. It ain't Adam Adams time, or Jordan Jax time. It's Chico Time!

Ginger: Oh ok, if you say so, gringo. I watched the match, and thought TJ Stevens carried you for most of it.

Chico: You disrespectin' me, ese? Obreros like me, don't mind working away, but soon enough I will be going for what I deserve, a shot at the big titles. Watch your back, Dennis Black, no hay bronca.

Ginger: (laughing) If you say so, Chico. Are you even Hispanic?

Chico: I ain't listening to your dumb white ass anymore, naco.

Chico storms off bumping Ginger as he leaves. Ginger stumbles back, but keeps his footing. He can't contain his laughter as the camera watches Chico Blanco storm off down the corridor.

	What is a naco?! I hope Andriy crushes his skull. YARMOLENKO SMASH! Stupid foreigners.
	Aren't you from Scotland?

	NO! DO YOU HEAR AN ACCENT?! I DON'T THINK SO, LASS!
	I'm getting word that there's a little commotion backstage! Thank God...

Camera pans backstage.

Jack E Quinn came out from behind the curtain. He was obviously distraught and was motioning frantically to the operators that sat a few yards away from the ramp. No music could be heard and the screen remained blank. After a few moments of high tension, Quinn began to move down the ramp. He tried to save face and go through his typical motions but he was flustered and a vein was pulsing in his neck. Before he could roll into the ring a loud shout was heard through the PA system and the screen burst on. 

Jacob Trance was on the screen and shouting off camera. 

Trance: NO! You can not go out there like that, no! 

Loki’s voice could be heard: GOLD IS CHILL! I AM THE TAG TEAM MASTER! 

Trance was becoming more agitated. He pulled at his hair and ground his teeth. 

Trance: IF YOU GO OUT THERE LIKE THAT WE WILL BE FINED HEAVILY! YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO THE BELTS! 

Loki: I want to be the very best like no one ever was…..Loki’s voice trailed off. 

	I'm surrounded by mental midgets. Do you see Trance? The hell is he doing with that idiot?! LOOK AT HIS HAIR, FOR CHRIST SAKE! How the mighty have fallen, my dear friend...
	I think Loki's a nice fit for Trance. It proves that if your partner isn't a flake, you can be entertaining!

	Have I mentioned that you're the 9/11 of women? Because you are.
	ONTO OUR SECOND MATCH! Chico Blanco looks to topple the mighty Russian brute Andriy Yarmolenko!

Andriy Yarmolenko vs. Chico Blanco

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That's my boy!!! MAKE ME PROUD, SON!
	Underhanded! I can't believe him anymore!

Stephen "Ginger" Maxwell spots Jimmy Henry backstage, and rushes over to get an interview.

Ginger: Hi Jimmy, you got time for a few words.

Jimmy: Stephen, my man, course I do. What's up?

Ginger: Why did you jump Chico Blanco before his match?

Jimmy: I thought I'd come here and check out Momentum, and one of the first things I see, is this dumb rookie, disrespecting you & disrespecting fellow wrestlers. Plus I saw his match the other week, and he was rubbish. The OCW fans deserve better, so I thought I'd help out.

Ginger: Thanks for that Jimmy.

Jimmy: No worries, Stephen. I think it's an important lesson for new guys, to not come in running their mouths claiming to be the next best thing. We've seen it all before. Do your talking in the ring.

Ginger: Speaking of which, congratulations on your win Jimmy.

Jimmy: Thanks Stephen.

	There's the lad! JIMMY HENRY! My favorite superstar.
	Jimmy's newfound edge might be just what he's needed.

	Jimmy doesn't need a damned thing. That boy is a future World Champion. Turmoil. Riot. it doesn't matter! JIMMY HENRY!
	Finally, it's time for our main event of the evening! New comer Jack E. Quinn takes on Turmoil's own Loki McGregor in what should be a fine bout!

	This rookie Jack E Quinn has been impressing me. Let's hope he can end that miserable Irishman.
	Careful. I hear Trance still has little birdies everywhere.

Jack E. Quinn vs. Loki McGregor

The camera pans to the announce team.

	GOD DAMN IT! Something needs to be done about this injustice!
	He earned that win!

	I DON'T CARE! I WON'T STAND FOR THIS!
	Until next week, ladies and gentleman! I'm Ana Vargas alongside Aries wishing you a good night and good match!

FIN