The camera cuts in to the image of Turmoil Champion Malu looking battered, bruised, and angry following the events of last week. The background is black, with the light only showing the champ.

Malu: Dennis I hope you’re by a monitor because I want you to hear this. I’m not going to be your partner tonight. Nor will I ever work with you. I could hardly stomach that piece of southern garbage that is Jackson Montgomery, but you boy. You took things to far last week.

Malu: You see I’m trying to make you into something more that what you are now. You want to be called the king, and I’m giving you the opportunity. You want to sit at the big boys table, I’m giving you that chance. I’m giving you everything you ever wanted and what am I getting in return? You TV title? That’s scraps, that’s me taking everything from you. But the belt itself does nothing for me.

Malu: Walking out of Summercide as champion validates everything I’ve done since I got here. Stopping out Jackson was the ticket and you are the ticket punch. In the process of punching that ticket boy I’m gonna make you a man.

Malu scowls.

Malu: You don’t thank me for this no, no you put me through a table? You question me? You disrespect me? You’ve done nothing but turn the fire up in the kitchen and you’ve burned yourself tonight. Those skull kids are gonna do to you what they’ve done to everyone after their matches, only this time it’s gonna be sanctioned.

Malu: I know you Dennis, you aren’t going to back away from this challenge, you’re gonna rise up to it. And fall flat on your face in the process. I’m going to laugh at your failure tonight, like I will at Summercide. But don’t worry I know you’ll pick yourself up tonight, I can’t say the same for you two sundays from now.

Malu smiles.

Malu: Break a leg kid…

The scene fades as the camera zooms in on the Turmoil Championship.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Look's like Dennis is going out alone.
	This makes me happy inside.

	I am being told that we have another handicap on the way.
	Time to cheer on them skull kid's for the first ever.

(Handicap Match/Non Title!)

Dennis Black (c)
vs
Dia De Los Muertos

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh Boy!
	AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Cameras go backstage where we are standing outside of a partially closed lockerrom door. As the camera slowly begins to pan up we come to a sign in the middle of the door that reads 'Revolution Inc.'. As we enter the room we see Willow sitting on a small wooden bench. Shes wearing her typical camo pants, black Doc Martens,and her brand new 'Rev. Inc.' t shirt. Behind Willow stands the OCW Womens Champion, Sophia. The Champ is wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped around her as she goes throw a bag inside of one of the lockers along the wall. Draped over the open locker door hands the OCW Womens Championship. Willow looks down at her 'Rev. Inc.' shirt and smiles as Sophia continues to get ready.

Willow- "Never in a million years did I ever think this would happen."

Sophia smiles as she removes items from her bag, laying them out on the bench behind Willow.

Sophia- "I know, right? Im so pumped. One of the most iconic, legendary stables in the history of this business reforms, and out of an entire roster to chose from..."

Sophia smiles as she slightly chuckles to herself.

Sophia- "...an entire,...MALE,...roster to chose from,... they chose US, to be their first newest members."

Willow and Sophia both laugh now at the thought of them being chosen over some of the men in OCW.

Willow- "This is all so surreal. Its like Im in a dream. Ya know, my dads ignorance and stupidity the past couple of weeks might actually be the best thing that he could have done in a long, long time. And Casey..."

Willow rolls her neck, popping it, as a smile slowly starts to show on her face.

Willow- "...Casey, Casey, Casey. You have no idea what youve done started last week."

Sophia stops going through her bags for a moment. She turns to Willow so that the 2 are looking eye to eye.

Sophia- "About that. I really wish you would have told me you were going to Riot last week. I would have went with you."

Willow smiles as she nods her head.

Willow- "I know you would have. But it was personal. Family business. I didnt wanna drag you into all that mess. But thank you."

Sophia smiles and returns the nod as she turns back to her bags.

Willow- "Im just sorry I wasnt here for Turmoil when those useless, annoying skull idiots showed back up."

Sophia- "Its cool, girl. Theyre not important. I understand you had things that you needed to take care of. Family comes before anything. Regardless of how messed up some of them are."

Willow nods before she looks down at her new shirt again. She smiles before she starts to stand.

Willow- "Speaking of 'Family'. Whats done is done. As of tonite, you and me, we have a NEW family that we need to make proud. Were sisters now. Ive got your back, just like I know youve got mine. Im gonna go with you to the ring tonite for your match with Casey, and if anything happens, Ill be there and ready."

Sophia looks at Willow and smiles. The 2 then bump fists.

Sophia- "Sounds good to me,...sister."

As we begin to fade we see Sophia reach down and pick up her wrestling gear that she had laid on the bench behind Willow. She holds it up and the 2 women smile as they look at it.

Sophia- "I cant wait to wear this!"

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Revolution Inc is back and these ladies mean business.
	Did somebody say a Revolution?

The Turmoil cameras find Dustin and Cactus entering the locker room. Dustin flops down on the bench next to his locker as Cactus paces back and forth - fuming from the loss.

Cactus Gauge: D*** it, Dustin!

Cactus: We lost to BILL F***ING DING AND A GENTLEMAN JACK WANT-TO-BE!

Dustin just puts his head down.

Cactus: Wait.

Cactus stops and looks right at Dustin, even leaning in as it to tell a secret.

Cactus says softly: Did you hear me?

Cactus: I said BILL F*** DING!

Cactus: He’s the only guy on this planet who Subway has the opposite effects on!

Cactus kicks a chair.

Cactus: D*** it!

Dustin: We’ll figure it out.

Cactus: We? We! We!!!!

Cactus: Unless you are riding an imaginary roller coaster - there is no WE in this!

Dustin stands up, offended by what Cactus is saying.

Cactus: You have the issue here. You have championship skills and yet you blame the refs. Get over it. Get your head right and let’s do what we were put in this club to do - KICK A**!

Cactus walks away to kill the tension.

Dustin: Jack is going to be disappointed.

Cactus: You don’t say, do you Holmes?

Cactus grabs his mock pipe in his mouth, to mock Dustin.

Cactus: Did you even freaking see what Jimmy was wearing!?!?

Cactus puts his foot through a locker.

Dustin: I can’t believe he took a shot at our leader like that?

Cactus: Jack has more manners in his farts than Jimmy’s branchless family tree has in their combined lives.

Cactus takes a deep breath and has a seat in an empty chair.

Cactus: I thought Bill and I were cool? I mean, I bought him drinks!

Cactus and Dustin sit quietly for a few moments.

Cactus: I’ve got a man with a sandwich to go find.

Cactus storms out, leaving Dustin alone in the locker room. As Cactus leaves, Dustin begins pulling his head, arms and legs into his turtle costume, as if to hide from embarrassment.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I don't think you will find any sandwiches Cactus.
	Bill and Bubba ate them all.

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