Live from the Barclays Center

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hello and welcome to Turmoil, now live from the Barclays center in New York City.
	Finally a bigger arena.

	You got that right Randy and better seats.
	... And the crowd is louder!

	We're less than two weeks away from Road 2 Glory now.
	I wonder what Turmoil has instore for us tonight?

Wrex and Jimmy stand in the center of the ring, mics in hand, taking in the applause of the crowd.

Wrex: Sham! Get your arse out here already.

Jimmy: I think what Wrex means to say is: Hello Turmoil fans, it’s great to be out here tonight.

The crowd cheer in appreciation as Jimmy shoots Wrex a look, that says “take it easy”.

Jimmy: Now, I’m sure you all witnessed Wrex here, along with Joe Zhivago, come to my rescue last week. Before those cancerous goons, could get their malignant mitts on me.

Jimmy: Message to B-17 & Austin: You don’t fu.... fanny about with Scots. Especially when there’s 3 of them.

Wrex: Or walking future steroid trials apparently. Still no clue why he did that though..

Jimmy: Eh? Oh, you mean Sid Harrison. I’m not his biggest fan, but I sure did enjoy watching him drop B-17 on his head. My guess is, he was probably just bored of listening to B-17, like the rest of us.

Jimmy: The look on Austin’s face was priceless: Look… Look… I’ve got my 2 mates… Oh wait… Nope.

Jimmy pauses for effect and milks the laughter from the crowd.

Jimmy: Anyway, that’s enough about those tumours. We’ve got a show to get on with.

Jimmy: Now, fans, before we came out here I put a bet on with Wrex. I bet him 20 smackeroonies that the Sham-master Sham would not go ahead with this upcoming match.

Jimmy: We are talking about a guy who, only 2 weeks ago, was too scared to get in the ring with me!

Wrex: Aye am probably gonna be losing money here but who knows, maybe he was able to grow a set in that time, hell one would do just fine.

Jimmy: Perhaps. Well Sham, you heard the man... come on out here and fight, if you have the ball.

Wrex

vs

The Diamond

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Talk about bad luck.
	They have both come a long way since they started here.

The scene opens up with Seb Abbott showering, why he's showering here is beyond us...

Seb was just about done when the door to the bathroom opened then closed, reaching out blindly for his towel he brushed against silky smooth skin before groping what he could only assume was a bag of sand.

Stepping back under the water and washing the soap from his face, Seb looked at who was standing in front of him.

Seb: Bloody hell woman! What are you doing with my towel?

The camera panned outwards to reveal Zoe Zhivago draped in Seb's towel.

Zoe: 'Ello Seb, looks like you could use some company.

She dropped the towel, reaviling nothing but smooth alabaster skin. Seb stepped backwards reaching for
the cold water tap, twisting it full bore.

Zoe: There's enough room for two in 'ere

She took a step forward and Seb splashed ice cold water at her, the result was her squeeling with odd delight.

Seb: You need to leave lady, I don't want another run in with your broody brot-

The door to the bathroom flew open and in came Joe Zhivago, he pulled up short when he spotted Seb standing in front of his sister.

Seb: How hard is it to have a private shower?

Joe: What the hell are you doing?

Zoe quickly scooped up the towel she had dropped and moved to stand behind her brother.

Seb: Like I said, I'm trying to have a shower. Nothing funny is going on.

Joe didn't seemingly hear what Seb was saying and he lunged, taking the Brit down and pummeling a bit. Seb started flailing about, his still badly bruised frank and beans came within inches of brushing the Scotsman's face.

The pair untangled quite fast and Seb made a run for it, the sound of his wet feet splashing away in the locker room before a thud could be heard. Joe gave chase exiting into the room and seeing Seb had left, Joe opened the door and entered the backstage corridor.

Joe: You can run Seb but you can't hide.

Spotting some wet footprints going towards the catering area Joe started running in the same direction...

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh Seb...
	I wouldn't want to be chasing down that.

Previous recorded.

OCW doesn’t fly it’s superstars very well. Want to visit Miami for the weekend? Better off just finding a Cuban drug dealer with cocaine and pretending. Chase and Graham had switched flights three times in the past day. From New York to Chicago to Omaha in a twin engine, duct taped, plane. Then a “Home Alone” mad dash to their next flight that mercifully landed in LA 9 hours after they departed from JFK.

The reception chofer ended up getting lost twice before dropping them in front of a cheap motel, lucky they had reservations which the owner found hilarious.

The next day they found themselves standing in front of the Disneyland sign with a hot sun raining down on them, a great relief compared to the current NY snowstorm.

Chase: How are we gonna find him?

Graham: Call Blain.

Chase obliged and pulled out his phone. It only rang a few times before the sharp voice of Turmoil’s Executive of Talent Relations answered.

Blain: What?

Chase: Yeah, we’re here. We’re right in front of the Disneyland sign. Where did you say we could find him?

Blain: Disney…..land?

Chase: Yeah. Where is Loki?

Blain: Florida.

Chase: There is a theme park named Florida here?

Blain:….No, Parker dropped him off in Florida...at Disney World.

Chase:......

Blain:.....

Chase: Well then….can you wire us another $500? Hello?

Chase: She hung up on me.

Graham: What did she say?

Chase: He’s in Disney World.

Graham looked up at the sign and then back at his brother: F**k.

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