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Kassidy is walking around the ring holding the title up in his right hand, showing it off to the crowd who loudly boo him. Kassidy smirks and stops in the center of the ring, throws the title over his shoulder and lifts the microphone in his left hand to his mouth.

Kassidy: Did you really EXPECT, a different outcome? This was the inevitable ending to crowning a champion. I did exactly what I told everyone I was going to do, I beat your golden boy B-17, I beat Seth Morrison, and I beat that Parker wanna-be known as Jackson Montgomery to be given what was always rightfully mine!

Kassidy: Not only all of that, Cobra served his purpose in helping me break down the wolves at The Clash and so on Riot I discarded of him with the wolves accepting me as one of their own. Ragnarok got its first piece of gold and it won’t be the last with me grooming the rest of the pack. On Riot I am untouchable now, and here on Turmoil I could never be touched to begin with.

Kassidy: All future Contenders are….. 

Deacon Blue, Real Gone Kid begins to play and the crowd pops, Jimmy comes out running toward the ring. As Jimmy gets in the ring, he signals for a mic and smiles widely as he takes in the crowds cheers before speaking.

Jimmy: Well, well, well. If it isn’t the camp vamp, making his way down the ramp, to boast about being the new champ. Don’t come out here and try and taunt us all with talk of Riot and Ragtagnarok. We don’t care, do we Turmoil fans?

Crowd, loudly: Hell No!

Jimmy: These legions and legions of Turmegians deserve a real champ. A champ that respects them, not some arrogant, androgynous freak. So once I get past Bert & Ernie tonight, I’m gonna get the 1-2-3 Count von Count over you at Certified Greatness. 28th February 2016, better stick that date in your little vampire diary.

Jimmy smiles appreciatively as the crowd laugh loudly

Kassidy: Mr. Plaid and glad, you need to walk your kilt wearing A….

Before Kassidy can finish, B-17’s music hits the speakers. The familiar guitar solo kicks in and fans pop as they rise to their feet.

Crowd: B-17! B-17! B-17! 

B-17 bows to the crowd who haven't seen him compete for two weeks, obviously happy to be back to full health, he makes his way to the ring, stopping for the usual machine gun pose. Once he clears the ramp he makes his way through the ropes and motions for a mic that he catches with one hand before climbing the corner post to point to the crowd. Jumping down he smiles at Jimmy before speaking.

B-17 screams into the mic: Did you miss me? 

Crowd roars in answer. 

B-17 laughs: Well B-17 missed you too. Now…..

B-17 starts walking towards Jimmy.

B-17: Lovely speech, Jimbob, but the man in front of you isn't Seb... The man that holds the title is a cold blooded killer...honestly, look at that pale skin (Crowd laughs) and I'm sorry, Jim, but you still have spots. So allow me, B-17, to remind Kassidy (B-17 looks at Kassidy before moving closer) who has beaten him clean, one...two...three in the middle of the ring. 

B-17 and Kassidy stare at each other without flinching. Still staring into Kassidy’s eyes he brings the mic to his mouth again: I don't doubt you, Jimmy. You're gonna make a fine champion one day. 

B-17 and Kassidy continue to glare daggers into each other: But you don't see the same thing I do when you lock eyes with this cunning bastard. You might see confidence, arrogance even behind those cold, blue eyes...but I see the doubt, I see the glass-house pride. He remembers how he beat me...He remembers who got the worst of the attack, he remembers his feet on the second rope. 

B-17 brings the mic even closer to his mouth, and leans closer to Kassidy: You once said “I don't know what you are,” but the answer is in the name. And they are damn near indestructible. 

Kassidy: No longer matters what you are, I’m the Champion and that is all that……... 

Once again Kassidy is interrupted….

Jackson's entrance music hits and Kassidy is visually annoyed and getting angry, pacing in the ring.


Jackson Montgomery: Wait, wait, wait. 

Jackson walks out onto the stage, microphone in hand. The crowd is split between boos and cheers but Jackson acts as if he doesn't hear them, staring hard towards the ring.

Jackson Montgomery: As to not join the cluster that's already in the ring, I think I'll stay up here. And B-17, glad to see you back. Now, if anyone deserves a shot for THAT Turmoil Championship, it's me!

A few fans near the stage cheer quite loudly. Jackson shoots them a glance before continuing. 

Jackson Montgomery: I went to the mountaintop, passing by all competitors on the way, only to be CHEATED out of the title. I threw my entire arsenal at you Kassidy and you kept getting up. I respect that. You and me, we bring the best out in each other and when this is all said and done, whether I'm facing the Great White Hope over there Jimmy Henry or facing my good friend and ally, for now, (Jackson looks towards B-17) I’m talking to you B, the outcome will be the same. Bell rings, Jackson explodes, 1-2-3, Jackson wins. I'm coming for what's rightfully mine Kassidy. It's time you go to Riot and STAY there with the Fruity Booty Clan. 

A !fruity booty! chant breaks out as the crowd laughs at the words from Jackson, who isn't normally known to be funny. A half smile rises across the face of Jackson. As the chant dies down, Jackson brings the mic back up to speak. 

Jackson Montgomery: Turmoil will NOT be the red headed step child to Riot. With you as champion, taking OUR title to THAT show, means you have no respect for the gold.

Jackson takes a few steps down the ramp towards the ring.

Jackson Montgomery: And when you show no respect for Turmoil’s most prized possession, you show no respect for me, B-17, Jimmy “I’m happy all the time” Henry and the rest of the monkey’s in the back and I don’t take kindly to people not showing me the respect I deserve. 

Jackson walks a little further down the ramp, now standing just a few feet from the mat at the end of it. 

Jackson Montgomery: So Kassidy, relish in this moment, soak in the atmosphere because in a few short weeks, you’ll know the true meaning to Clan Fruity Booty’s motto: Careers Have Ended!

Kassidy Screams out: NO! NO! NO! 

Kassidy: This is my spotlight, this is my show, and all of you need to get back in your holes. News flash Jackson: Parker is back so go get a new look, when you come back with something new maybe you’ll get some respect but the only person here who Deserves respect is ME!

Kassidy Turns and points at Jimmy,

Kassidy: Jimmy you are in over your head and B-17 is just being nice because you will NEVER be champion.

Kassidy Turns and points at B-17,

Kassidy: And B-17 it doesn’t matter how I beat you, I beat you mister flavor of the month.

B-17 takes a step toward Kassidy but Kassidy immediately slides out of the ring and starts shaking his head, Kassidy drops his mic and walks around the ring bickering with members of the crowd in the front row as he makes his way to the ramp. Kassidy stops at the start of the ramp and starts motioning for Jackson to get out of his way. 

Jackson steps aside and motions his arm as if to say, “Right this way”. Kassidy walks passed Jackson but never takes his eyes off him. Once safely passed, Kassidy turns and begins to walk backwards up the ramp. He stops on the stage, raises the Turmoil Championship over his head and soaks in the deafening amount of boos the fans are throwing his way. 

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We once again go backstage to Sid Harrison who is just about getting ready for his match when Seb walks by.

Seb: "Sid just hear me out?"

Sid Harrison doesn't seem interested in what Seb has to say , he is just about to walk away when Seb puts his hand on his shoulder to stop him.

Seb: "Sid I need you to listen to me!"

Sid forces the hand of Seb away from his shoulder as the two go face to face.

Seb: "Listen, Turmoil is my playground. Jimmy has started to become a thorn not only in my backside, but yours. So I oppose a truths. You and me, think about it? You teaming up with me? We would be unstoppable!"

Sid Harrison extends his hand out. Seb is just about to shake Sid's hand when Sid punches Seb in the jaw. Seb falls to the floor. Sid Harrison stands there laughing and then leaves. Seb holds his jaw furiously.
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The camera fades in and pans down the street as a rusty, old forest green Volkswagen campervan pulls up outside the Turmoil arena, the door opens and smoke comes billowing out, along with Joe Zhivago. Having spent far too long performing the splits during an earlier interview, his legs look very stiff - he hobbles to the side door to collect his sports bag. He is approached by Stacy Clark who is holding a microphone.

Stacy: Hello there Joe - glad to see you managed to get yourself off those chairs. I was worried you'd have an injury before your first match.

Joe rubs the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed: Hiya Stacy. Nah don't worry about me, it'll take a lot more than that to put me out of action.

Stacy: I see you're not booked for any matches tonight - how do you feel about that?

Joe: Ye know, Stacy, I spent a lot of time back in Scotland out in the wild - honing my martial arts, living off the land, hunting the majestic beasts that roam the country side… One thing I learned, is patience. You can't just rush out and bag yourself that impressive stag - these things take time and perseverance. You have to stalk your prey and get to know them and strike, only when the time is right. And that's what I'm doing, so to speak, I'm stalking these arenas, getting to know my prey and waiting for my time to strike. When my time comes, I'll show everyone why Joe Zhivago is the “Prime Cut”.

Joe flexes his biceps for Stacy, who smiles awkwardly.

Stacy: Well hopefully we don't have to wait too long to see you in action. Is there anyone in particular you're “stalking”?

Joe smirks at Stacy: A good hunter never allows his prey to catch his scent, wouldn't want them to get skittish now. I will say that tonight's matches are all going to be a exciting as hell. With B-17, Jackson Montgomery and Jimmy Henry battling for a chance to be number one contender for the Turmoil championship, Kassidey Hayes is going to have his work cut out for him no matter what the outcome is. And I'll be watching the whole thing, learning their every movement, getting ready for my time in the ring.

Stacy: Well I'm sure we're all looking forward to this with bated breath! Unfortunately that's all we have time for today, until next time Joe…

Joe: Aye, thanks Stacy.

Joe turns around and walks towards the arena, trying to hide the fact he's hobbling. The camera fades out.

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Morrison grabs the mic from the ring announcer. 

Morrison: Well… Last Sunday was ‘The Clash.’ *Crowd begins to pop.* Yeah, yeah, quiet down. It wasn’t that impressive.*Crowd starts to boo.* Well it wasn’t. For starters “yours truly” wasn’t even booked. That was the first issue. The second issue? Lets be honest. TheTurmoil guys that DID have a match, they weren’t even good.. *Crowd boos again.* The heavyweight title match wasn’t even the damn main event. Did you people even happen to look on the Clash poster? Please take a second and tell me how many Turmoil guys were on it. Go ahead, ill wait.

Morrison paces around the ring.

We have a lack of talent, and it’s pretty damn obvious who’s going to have to carry this show going forward. *Crowd Boos.* Out of 9 matches, Turmoil represented two of those. TWO!!!!! I mean why would the Turmoil roster get booked? They look like a bunch of monkeys humping a football. *Morrison looks to the ramp to speak to the back.* I think it’s time you guys take a few days and watch some of my old matches. You all would learn a thing a two about style and excellence. *crowd boos.* I can guarantee you tha….. 

Morrison is interrupted by Dennis Blacks theme music. Dennis Black emerges standing with a microphone while the crowd erupts with cheers. Then followed by “Black Matches Matter…. Black Matches Matter.” Black takes a moment and acknowledges the crowd and smiles.

Black: You know, I think I speak for everybody when I say that we’ve had about enough of your big mouth, Morrison.*Crowd Pops.* You know, I’m sitting in the back, listening to this miserable garbage on the TV set when it occurred to me… Who the hell are you anyways? *Crowd pops again.* I mean seriously. You weren’t anybody your last time here, and you certainly aren’t anyone of importance now. You talk about how the guys in the back need to watch your old matches. Why is that, so we can all see how to put the crowd asleep? *Crowd Pops.*

Morrison paces looking angry.

Morrison: You know kid, you’ve been here for less than a month. So I’m guessing you lost a bet with someone in the back and had to come out here and talk some shit, only to get your ass handed to you. Because you and me both know that if you came into this ring right this very second, I would make your little run in OCW the the shortest stint of anyone that’s stepped foot in this ring, then send your ass packing. So turn around and run along, before I decide to stomp your ass out in front of these rednecks.

Black starts to head down the ramp receiving cheers from the crowd. He stops halfway down.

Black: Well lucky for you neither one of us are booked tonight. So why don’t I go ahead teach you a lesson you should have been taught long ago.

Black heads into the ring, followed by a referee who rings the bell to start the match.
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Jimmy signals for a mic, and then pauses for a few seconds as he takes in the crowds cheers.

Jimmy: A big hello to the greatest sports fans in the world, you guys, the Turmoil fans.

The crowd cheers

Jimmy: I hope you all seen me do my thing at the Clash over a week ago, and are looking forward to seeing me in my match tonight versus the jarheads, B-17 & Jackson Montgomery.

The crowd cheers louder, excited about what's to come

Jimmy: Unfortunately, before that match, you will have to sit through some not-so-great wrestling, such as this next fight between The Ill-mannered Janitor & The Perpetual Loser.

Fans, just because he does such a great job cleaning the stadium, don't think for one second Sid Harrison is a good guy. He's no Hong Kong Phooey. He picks fights against rookies and fat guys, just look at who he is fighting tonight.

Seb Abbott couldn't catch a win to save himself. He made Dennis Black look good. He would struggle to beat Aries in a 60-minute Iron Man match. The only time he hits his finisher, is when I offer to shake his hand.

I'm sorry you guys have to sit through this one, luckily I don't. I need to go prepare for my triple threat match tonight.

Jimmy exits through the crowd, high-fiving their outstretched arms as he passes.
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he cameras start rolling backstage where B-17 is seen walking the backstage area holding a piece of paper in his hand. He opens random doors in this random corridor in the arena unable to find exactly what he needs.

B-17:
 Damn it, this note says this hallway right?

B-17 opens the last door, the one to the boiler room. He stops for a moment and walks in. The cameras follow in to reveal C4 Sports Agency's Head Agent, Duayne Hobbs standing in between two men who are tied down to their chairs with tape over their mouths.

Duayne: B-17, nice of you to finally find me.

B-17: What the hell is this?

Duayne: You asked for the men responsible, did you not?

B-17: I was thinking more of two names on a piece of paper, not a damn kidnapping!

Duayne: As a part of our deal, these are the two men that attacked you. 

B-17 looks at Duayne suspiciously.

B-17:
 How do you know?

Duayne: Let's just say I have a certain skill set that makes it easy for me to take care of things like this.

B-17: A skillset huh, i think i'd rather not know. 

Duayne: If you don't believe me, why don't you ask them yourself?

Duayne rips off the tape off the first person's mouth.

Duayne: This right here is Barry Bifferson, petty criminal who will do anything for the money. Isn't that right, Barry, you attacked this gentlemen in front of you didn't you.

Barry: Yea. I did. So what?

Duayne kicks the chair that Barry is sitting on and nearly causes him to fall sideways. Duayne rips off the tape of the second man.


B-17 shifts on his feet uncomfortably, a small look of doubt is visible on his face, but he doesn’t stop Hobbs from continuing. 

Duayne: This man right here is Jack Dinh. Vietnamese immigrant who like Barry will also do anything for the right price. He unfortunately, barely speaks any English so it may be hard to get some information out of him but believe me, he is one of the men you are looking for.

B-17:
 Is that so....

Duayne: So, B-17, do we have a deal here?

B-17: I said we would talk. And talk we shall. How about a beer later this week?

Duayne: I will call with the details.I'll leave you here to do as you see fit with these two.

Duayne and B-17 shake hands as Duayne walks out of the boiler room.

B-17 watches Duayne leave with a steely look before putting his hands into his face after the door swings shut. He turns to look at the restrained men, and pulls a knife out of his pocket. Both men's eye go wide, but they stay calm. 


B-17: Do you know the lasting damage you've left me? I might not be wearing bandages, but do you know how much pain I'm in? Do you know how long it takes for cracked ribs to feel right again. Do you know how long it takes to recover from a concussion?

B-17 steps closer and flips the knife open: Thanks to you Kassidy Hayes sit entrenched on top of a mountain he did not climb on his own. Thanks to you, people think they can do whatever they want around here. Thanks to you violence has become an appropriate answer. 

B-17: I just have one question, and you are going to answer it honestly, understand? 

Both men nod silently.

B-17: Whisper it into my ear, or I will hurt you. (He walks next to Barry and leans down) What city did you attack me in? (B-17 softly whispers) 

Barry looks nervously at Jack but B-17 brings the knife up to his face as a reminder, quickly Barry whispers something in his ear. B-17 walks over to Jack and does the same thing. After Jack whispers in his ear B-17 stands up and walks behind him. 

B-17:
 Gentlemen, I thank you for your time, and let me make this clear. I will hurt you badly if I ever see you again. 

B-17 cuts both the bonds holding the men. 

B-17:
 Get the hell out of here, scum. 

As the criminals rush out the door, B-17’s shoulders fall and his head nods down. A look of indecision spreads across his face and he begins to mutter to himself.

B-17:
 What have I gotten myself into?
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The camera pans backstage to the hallway where a bloody, bruised and battered Sid Harrison is still walking. Sid after weeks and weeks breaks his silence in a fit of rage.

Sid Harrison: "WHERE IS THAT $#&*&%%£ STUPID £%&#!"

Sid grabs the cleaner making him drop his mop and launches him onto a large mound of half eaten food scraps left over by the mountain of mass known as Aries. Sid then picks up the mop and starts walking towards Jimmy Henry's door.

Sid Harrison: "YOU $#&*&%%£ SCOTTISH PIECE of $%#&! I'LL COME IN THERE AND CLEAN YOUR DIRTY UGLY $#&*&%%£ FACE WITH THIS MOP!"

Sid starts banging down the door with the mop.

Sid Harrison: "WHEN I FIND THAT £^&# SUCKER SEBASTION, I AM GOING TO FEED HIM JIMMY'S BALLS THROUGH A STRAW!" 

Eight people from security start to approach Sid. Sid is so angry that he doesn't even notice them.

Sid Harrison: "THEN I'M GOING TO RIP THAT STUPID %^$&%&#$%& MUSTACHE OFF OF HIS FACE AND SEND IT TO THE UNDERPRIVILEGED CHILDREN IN RUSSIA, TRYING TO KEEP THEIR FROZEN ASSHOLES WARM. MAYBE THEY COULD EVEN USE THAT %&#@*@$$# RAT GROWING ON HIS FACE AS TOILET PAPER!"

Security start to form a line as one of them speaks out.

Security Member: "Err, Sid?"

Sid Harrison turns around as all eight men from security are standing there. Sid looks at his mop.

Sid Harrison: "I'LL STICK THIS MOP SO FAR DOWN ALL OF YOUR THROATS IT WILL FORM A HUMAN CENTIPEDE OUT OF ALL YOU SONS OF &$£#&^!" 

All the security team back up as Sid Harrison storms away shouting.

Sid Harrison: "THAT $#&*&%%£ DRESS WEARING PIECE OF £%&#! CALL ME A $#&*&%%£ JANITOR YOU TURD NUGGET!"

The camera is just about to pan away when Sid Harrison breaks the camera with his mop.

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The scene opens with a referee sighing loudly as he’s berated backstage. He leans against a poster of ‘The Clash - 2015’ as he listens. Madison flung her arms wildly as she complained to him about the attacks that took place earlier that evening. 

Madison: First, Sophia. This woman...or man - thing is allowed to just assault one of my fellow wrestlers. Is this woman even on the roster? She tackles Sophia THROUGH the barricade. That’s something a few of the men can’t even do. She’s allowed to just stroll away like nothing happened?

Ref: I understand your frustration, but -

The referee was interrupted. 

Madison: But nothing, dammit. And then, my meal tick-... our future Champion tries to make sure that our show continues and is assaulted with a chair for his troubles. Again, no one comes to help. Now he’s stuck in a hospital bed. What the hell is wrong with this place? 

Ref: Turmoil isn’t very welcoming to newcomers as of late. 

Madison blinks at the ref. 

Madison: No sh-

Bill: Shawn! Hey man, how’s it going? 

Bill Ding interrupts the scene and gives the ref a high five. 

Bill: Crazy after after the Clash, eh? 

Ref: That it was. 

Bill: Mind if I talk to Madison for a moment?

The ref nods and quickly gets away from the complaints. Bill waits until he no longer sees the ref and looks to Madison. 

Bill: We should talk. 

Madison looks annoyed. 

Madison: I’m up next, and in no mood to sign autographs. 

Bill: I work here!

Madison: Really? You look like a janitor. 

Bill: Yes, damnit. 

Madison: I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Most of Turmoil wouldn’t know fashion sense if it kicked them in the ass. 

Bill: We need to talk about what happened at The Clash. 

Madison:
 We do? What happened?

Bill: You screwed me. 

Madison: In your dreams tubby, now if you’ll excuse me...

Bill: I’m not kidding. What you did was wrong. And I need to know if you did that on your own, or he made you. He seems like a stand up guy. 

Madison looks around before stepping very close, entering Bill’s personal space. 

Madison: I don’t have time. Dennis doesn’t have time. ‘We’ do not have time to waste on people like you, Ding. Let me make something clear, forget about The Clash. Move on with your life and career. I am focused on bigger things, like Morrison. Stay out of our way, or you’ll see what happens when I lose patience. 

Madison turns to walk away from Bill. Bill shook his head as she departed.

Madison: Don’t cross me. I would hate to see you end up like Sophia. 

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Dylan Graves parks his car outside the Turmoil arena, a loud backfire erupts. The sound gathers the attention (and chuckles) of a few onlookers. Shaking his head, Dylan can’t help but laugh at his first impression. He takes another deep breath to calm his nerves. Almost impulsively, he opens his car door exits, and walks around to the rear compartment. He grabs a gear bag from the rear of the vehicle, slams the lid, and begins walking toward the rear door of the arena. 

Dylan: 
I can’t think about it anymore. It’s time to do this. It will be ok once I get inside and meet some of the OCW talent. I’m sure they’re all true professionals!

He opens the door to enter the arena but sees another competitor approaching with his gear bags. Dylan holds the door for him, then extends his right hand.

Dylan: 
Hello, my name is Dylan Graves. I’m just joining the Turmoil crew this week. How are you?

Dennis returned the gesture with a firm handshake. His blonde manager, Madison, entered the arena shortly after Dylan and rolled her eyes at the handshake behind the newcomer’s back. Dennis ignored the moody woman, focusing on Dylan.

Dennis:
 Well then, I'm Dennis and this is my manager Madison. Let me be the first to welcome you to Turmoil. You're probably better off meeting us first. The Turmoil locker room isn’t the…friendliest bunch. I’m sure you’ve watched the show.

After walking around Dylan, Madison held her hands out for Dennis’s bag full of gear. She took the bag and walked off without another word. Dennis looked back to Dylan and shrugged.

Dennis: 
Pardon my friend. We had a long drive. Neither of us are used to road life just yet.

Immediately, Dylan responded with an empathetic smile.

Dylan:
 Don’t worry man, I get it. We’re all tired from time to time! To be honest, I’m a bit jealous that I have to carry my own bag! Maybe I won't have to for long.

Dylan notices another competitor standing down the hallway, but doesn't recognize him. His distasteful stare and smirk spell trouble.

Dylan: Here we go again, what's this guy's problem?

As the two rookies continue looking on, the other competitor begins moving ahead of the other two in the room, glaring at them angrily. The rookies cease their conversation as he approaches. The man walks up to the two, keeping his intense glare on the two. After a brief moment of silence, the man begins to laugh. 

Bray S. Spur: 
In case you two are done chatting about long drives and road life, allow me to indulge you into some unique and, as a matter of fact, useful information. My name is Bray S. Spur, the "Broken Spirit" of OCW. 

The man pauses to take a good look at the duo.

Bray S. Spur: 
And as far as I know, you're new in OCW, just like me. Except with me, there are two differences. 

One: I don't need to spend my time being nice to people.

Two: I am the "Best in the World" at what you two parasites most likely can't do correctly. 

Bray S. Spur grins manically at the two, who seem initially unfazed.

Bray S. Spur: 
Now if you don't mind, I have a company to dominate. If you two were smart, you'd stay out of way.

Bray S. Spur leaves the two man to themselves.

Dylan Graves (to Dennis as the camera fades): Dominate, huh? We'll see.

 

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After last week Stacy Clark has found herself more intrigued by Loki McGregor. She had seen him after the match and he winked at her, causing her to smile. She had seen him at The Clash as well but he wasn't alone. Instead she found him talking to a recently signed female wrestler whom she didn't know by name. It had only been in passing, just a momentary glance, but she felt...well she wasn't quite sure how to describe it, but it lead her to once again trying to track him down for an interview. 

She found him in the catering area. 

Clark
: Loki, could you spare a few minutes? 

McGregor: ‘Owaya, pretty lady. T’be sure ah’ve got sum time for ya. 

Clark: Excuse me?

McGregor laughs and then speaks in clear English: Yes, love. I have time for you. 

Clark
: Wait, I thought you were Irish? 

McGregor: Ah, corse I be. But, oi’m whatever oi want ter be. Oi can chucker South African too. 

Clark:......let me hear it. 

McGregor: Yous lukin a lekker braai bru. (Then in an Australian accent) I’ve been round da world ‘n’ in me travels I’ve learned a fair bit. It was hard, but I’d say I’ve got a grasp o’ five languages. 

Clark: Wow. That is….really impressive. Could you teach me? 

McGregor drops his voice low and answers: A man teaches a girl. But can a girl learn to listen? 

Clark: Did you….just quote Game of Thrones? 

McGregor: A girl is clever. But yes, I did. You could say I strive to be a man of many faces. 

Clark: Don’t you mean a Faceless Man?

McGregor: A man is impressed. Oi guess we can star nex week. 

Clark: It’s a date.

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Jimmy Henry vs. B-17 vs. Jackson Montgomery

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