Stacy Clark spots Heather Angelo walking down the halls backstage with a sinister grin on her face. Stacy walks with her; not changing Heather's pace. 

Stacy: Heather, a word please? 

Heather:..... 

She cuts her eyes at Stacy and proceeds to move down the halls like a woman on a mission. 

Stacy: I think there's some things that needs to be discussed. Like why on earth would you try to scare the living hell out of Harvey by doing that to his father!? 

Heather stops abruptly while Stacy moved a couple steps ahead not expecting her to stop. Heather quickly steps over her like a Lioness about to eat her prey. 

Heather: Harvey huh? So sweet that you're in a first name basis with him now. 

Stacy: But he sa-

Heather: SHUT UP!!! No one told you to speak. Let alone approach me like you did. 

Heather: If I had time I'd bend you like Dennis did Madison. 

Heather strokes Stacy's lips with her finger. 

Heather: Only… with more pleasure. 

She quickly slaps Stacy across the face dropping her to her knees. Stacy drops the microphone clutching her face in shock. Heather picks it up. 

Heather: Tell Haaarvey that hospital visit isn't the last time he’s going to see me. 

Stacy: Go to HELL, Heather! I hope Harvey takes care of you the way he's going to take care of Big Ed tonight!

A dressing room door squeaks open nearby. Heather looks up and backs away. 

H2O bends down to check on Stacy to make sure she's ok. After she tells him she's ok. He stands and focuses his attention on Heather. 

H2O: I wasn't supposed to be here tonight. If it wasn't for my contract making me obligated to show face on Turmoil I wouldn't. 

H2O steps towards Heather as he he continues to talk in a calm but scary voice to her. Heather steps back away from him. 

H2O: But I'm glad I'm here this evening cause then I wouldn't have bumped into you. What happened to you, Heaven? I let you in. I freakin’ let you in and you completely destroyed me! Now my family! 

Heather: Business before pleasure, Harvey. You know me. 

H2O backs Heather up to a door at a dead end hallway. 

Heather: You know, I always wanted you to be a bad boy. Like right now. I think it's… Sexy. The look in your eyes and the anger. I couldn't WAIT for this moment. 

Heather: May I take advantage of this moment, Harvey? 

Heather lifts her arms up ready to be taken. H2O is confused by her demeanor. He doesn't notice that she did a slight knock in the door. 

As Heather still tries to seduce H2O the door opens and giant hand pulls Heather into the room and out comes Big Ed. 

Ed: Well, well, well. Here he is. All hail to this loser, H2O? I always thought the Biggest Loser was just a TV show. But I'm looking at one right here.

H2O looks up at Ed and doesn't falter. As he stands his ground he talks thru Big Ed to Heather. Completely ignoring his comments. 

H2O: I see that you're getting around, Heather. First with me, then Dennis Black now with… 

H2O now looks up and turns his attention to Ed. 

H2O: The Lankness Monster. 

Ed: Look, H2O. First of all, that's no way to talk to a lady. Second, in case you forgot, your snarky remarks gets you in more trouble than you can handle. 

Ed: You've lost your mind, your family. Even that sorry Head Rookie thing you had going on briefly.

Ed laughs historically as Heather shakes her head, folds her arms and chuckles. Ed gets serious again quickly.

Ed: One more thing, tonight will be the last night I catch you disrespecting me…. 

Big Ed grabs Heather's hand and pulls her out the room. 

Ed: and this fine lady you LOST as well. Excuse me, Disani. 

H2O: Disani? It's H2O! Do I have to spell it slow for you? 

Ed: Disani… H2O… whatever. Neither can come close to filling my sack. 

Heather: Now Ed is that anyway to talk in front of a lady?

Ed: I beg your pardon madam? I'm talking about the sack I carry with the big snake. 

Heather: You know what? Your guess is as good as mine but you're probably right. He never could fill me up to my satisfaction. 

Big Ed walks past H2O with Heather as he bumps H2O out the way. H2O doesn't even turn around and is left with just a smirk on his face. 

Heather: By the way, that little driveway you dyed in your hair… It's actually cute on you. 

Ed: Really? 

Heather: NO! Oh Ed, you're going to get to know me real soon. 

Ed: Dennis won't be mad at you being with me will he? 

Heather: No he'll be fine. He knows I'm trying to rid H2O of OCW once and for all. It's all business. Like I said you'll know that once you get to know me. 

Ed and Heather walks away discussing something together that's inaudible. H2O is left standing alone watching them walk away. 

H2O: Lady and The Tramp. Sad, I can't tell the difference.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	We have some light heavyweight action coming up next.
	These guys sure do know how to move.

El Segura vs Charles Young

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He did it!
	And like that it's done.

Camera man jogs down the hallway to catch up to ꝀȺꙅꙅٱↁɏ as he is opening the door to his designated conference room. As he walks through the door his shirt has changed,

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ꝀȺꙅꙅٱↁɏ places his briefcase on the table and then clips the belt closed before placing it on the table as well. ꝀȺꙅꙅٱↁɏ takes a seat in the DX Racer chairs provided by ŦʇՇ and seated across the table is ﻝȺɏ ꙄэиꙅȺʇٱѻᴎ, a cardboard cut out of ﻝȺɏ ꙄэиꙅȺʇٱѻᴎ folded in half at the waist placed on a DX Racer chair. ꝀȺꙅꙅٱↁɏ looks around the table at the ŦʇՇ lawyers who all have a hand placed on their foreheads,

ꝀȺꙅꙅٱↁɏ: ЂȺꙅ ʇђٱꙅ ๓Ⱥᴎ Бээᴎ ꙅэᴙvэↁ ѻцᴙ ↁᴙȺɟʇ ѻɟ ʇђэ ↄѻᴎʇᴙȺↄʇ ฝٱʇђ ๓ʎ ↁэ๓Ⱥᴎↁꙅ⸮
(Trash Class: has this man been served our draft of the contract with my demands? )

No one replies to ꝀȺꙅꙅٱↁɏ but one of the lawyers hits play on the recorder left on the table, 

ﻝȺɏ ꙄэиꙅȺʇٱѻᴎ: That’s not how this works!

ꝀȺꙅꙅٱↁɏ: Ђэʎ, ↁѻᴎ,ʇ ↁѻ ʇђȺt ȺǤȺٱᴎ. ٱ Ⱥ๓ ʇђэ ЯэٱǤᴎٱᴎǤ Ⱥᴎↁ ↁэɟэᴎↁٱᴎǤ Ⱥᴎↁ ɟٱᴙꙅʇ э۷эr Շцᴙ๓ѻٱɭ ςђȺ๓qٱѻᴎ’ ٱ Ⱥ๓ ʇђэ ςѻ Ʇ√ ςђȺ๓qٱѻᴎ’ Ⱥᴎↁ ٱ Ⱥ๓ ʇђэ ᴙٱǤђʇɟцן ђѻןↁэᴙ ѻɟ ʇђэ ɟцʇцᴙэ ٱᴎ۷эꙅʇ๓эᴎʇ БᴙٱэɟↄȺꙅэ. ٱ ฝȺᴎʇ ɟȺٱᴙ ςѻ๓qэᴎꙅȺʇٱѻᴎ’ ٱ ฝȺᴎʇ Ⱥٱᴙ БɭȺↄꝁ ๓ѻᴎэʎ’ Ⱥᴎↁ ๓ѻᴙэ ʇٱʇןэ ѻqqѻᴙʇцᴎٱʇٱэꙅ ѻɟ ๓ʎ ѻฝᴎ, Ⱥꙅ ฝэןן Ⱥꙅ ꙅqэↄٱȺןןʎ Ⱥᴎᴎѻцᴎↄэↁ эᴎʇᴙȺᴎↄэꙅ ฝђэᴎ ٱ ฝȺןꝁ ʇѻ ʇђэ ᴙٱᴎǤ ɟٱʇʇٱᴎǤ ʇђэ ςђȺ๓qٱѻᴎ ٱ Ⱥ๓.
(Trash Class: hey, don’t do that again. I am the Reigning and Defending and first ever Turmoil Champion, I am the Co TV Champion, and I am the rightful holder of the Future Investment briefcase. I want fair compensation, I want Air Black money, and more title opportunities of my own, as well as specially announced entrances when I walk to the ring fitting the champion I am.) 

one of the lawyers hits play on the recorder again,

ﻝȺɏ ꙄэиꙅȺʇٱѻᴎ: That’s not how any of this works!

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