Live from TERMINAL 5 in NYC

The camera pans to the announce team.

	We're back baby!
	The new season is here and what a night we have for you all tonight.

	I just heard the new general manager is on his way out.
	I wonder who it's going to be?

Jack continues circling the ring, soaking in the energy from the live crowd. He hoists the Turmoil World Title high above his head as chants of OCW begin to break out through the arena. Jack throws the Turmoil Title over his shoulder and reaches down to grab a mic from a ringside production assistant. He goes to the middle of the ring and brings the mic to his lips, pausing one more time to enjoy the raucous live crowd.

Jack: Ladies and fellow gentlemen, let me be the first to welcome you to the season premier of the hottest brand of wrestling legally allowed on the airwaves today! Let me welcome you to the new season of TURMOIL!!!

The crowd roars to life once more, showing their appreciation for the blue brand, or yellow brand, or whatever in the hell we choose to be this year.

Jack: Now if you paid any attention to the marquee outside you will have noticed in giant letters “A New Chapter Begins”. Folks, with Versus as my witness, tonight will be just that! Tonight, Turmoil hits the reset switch so to speak.

Jack: You see, for the last few months, OCW and our cherished sport of professional wrestling as a whole has been under siege. Our very way of life itself has been threatened. The company a lot of you grew up with has changed before our very eyes.

Jack: You know, when half a dozen masked assholes joined the company last year I didn't think much of it. Who was I to argue with them? I do copious amounts of illegal narcotics,, enjoy buying the company of women, and may or may not have allegedly aided in the felonious assault in a number of children so vast it's been known to make Cactus physically ill.

Jack: However, when said assholes revealed themselves to be the known sheep molesters Majin, Parker, Leon I Didn't Get Any Valentines, Nathan Carter, Whore Number One, Samoa Pete, Whore Number Two, and the Ghost Of Black Christmas Past, well let's just say ol Gentleman Jack pissed himself. Why? Because I'm a coward. Or rather, I was a coward.

Jack: But now, through the shining light and love of my personal savior Versus, I stand before you tonight holding the brand new Turmoil World Title!

The crowd, who were either too happy or drunk to question Jack holding the title just moments ago now begin to show their confusion.

Jack: What's that little lady? How does a man with a professional record of 0-3 stand before you with the most prestigious title on Turmoil? I'll tell you how! I'm likable! I'm a people person! What, do you think holding this belt is all about muscles and victories??? Of course not! It's about who you know, and who knows who you know, and they all know who knows that you know them and they know you! That's the secret rookies! That's the Gentleman Jack four keys to success!

Jack: I know, I know, I'm going off the rails a bit here... It's the season premier and the band's mostly back together baby! I just can't contain my excitement! But, due to time constraints beyond my control we need to keep this shindig going. With that in mind, I think it's time I just rock this company right down to its core! Who's with me?

The crowd pops, eager to see where this delusional maniac takes them next.

Jack: As I was saying, I'm a people person, I get things done. After watching this show since the Skwad's arrival, two things have been made blatantly clear. Seb Abbot looks sexy as hell in spanx... and Alex Robinson has about as much business running Turmoil as Bray Spur does giving shoot interviews.

Jack: While those views are certainly my own, it turns out some very important people share them! You see folks, over the weekend, the OCW Board Of Directors held a special closed door session where a number of Turmoil employees were able to air their grievances about Ms. Robinson and her management style. With that said, ladies and fellow gentlemen, it gives me the utmost joy to tell the thousands of you here tonight, the millions of people watching at home, and the dozens of people watching this on their smart phones while a homeless man fondles his balls in front of your face while on the subway... That Alex Robinson has been FIRED from her position as General Manager of Turmoil!

Big ovation from the crowd as Jack signals the end of Ms. Robinson's reign.

Jack: Further more, as the current holder of the Turmoil World Championship, and the man that has the Board's ear, it gives me even more joy to tell you that in their infinite wisdom they've replaced C***y McHoBag Droopy Tits Esquire the Third with not only one of my dearest and oldest friends, but also Ol Droopy Tit's father himself, Ronald “Hide The Cocaine” Regan!

As Mr. Regan finishes greeting the crowd, he gives Gentleman Jack a warm embrace. Holy shit they really are friends!

Mr. Regan: Thank you Jack, both for that glowing introduction and your years of selfless friendship and council. However Jack, I do have a tiny bit of bad news. It seems we got our wires crossed somewhere, old sport. You see, you aren't the Turmoil World Champion. I merely wanted you to bring it out here and rub it in my whore daughter's face.

Jack looks shocked and saddened, as if he just watched Bambi's mother get shot again or if he were told he had to have lunch with Smythe.

Jack: So I'm not the World Champion?

Mr. Regan: Oh God no! How high are you old friend?

Jack: Not as high as 30 seconds ago...

Jack's face contorts into what can only be described as sad puppy dog eyes.

Mr. Regan: It's ok old chum! You may not be the champion but your future is bright! Brighter than the police chopper searchlights that scanned the streets of downtown Witchita when we bought crack from that dirty prostitute and began smashing car windows up and down Main Street! Remember Jack? Remember what fun we had?! Oh the whimsy Jack!

Mr. Regan: That's what we're going to bring to OCW each and every week! You and me friend! We'll give the Board of Directors EXACTLY what they want! We'll give these people the most exciting two hours of television each and every week, right here on Rush TV!

Jack nods his head in agreement and urges the crowd to show their love for the dawning of a new chapter in Turmoil history.

Jack: So if I'm not the champion, do you think maybe we should bring him out? Do you think the people of New York want to see the knees this company was built on?

Mr. Regan: Madison?

Jack: That's why you're the boss! You see low hanging fruit and you grab it by the balls!

Jack begins to circle the ring as the excitement of the evening builds.

Jack: In that case it's time to bring him out here! Ladies and gentlemen let's make some noise for the man who all joking aside, this show is built on. Show your appreciation for the hardest working man I've ever met, the most gracious champion this company could ever ask for, the role model, the hero for you, me, and Tiberius Dupree, the man, myth, and legend all rolled into one, the Prince of Poonani himself, the real champion, Dennis Mother F*****G Black!

The new General Manager walks around Dennis and places the Television Title around his waist. Gentleman Jack handed Dennis the microphone with a smirk. Dennis kept a close eye on the new General Manager as Jack placed Dennis’s Turmoil Heavyweight title over his shoulder. It wasn't until Jack stepped away that Dennis grew noticeably calmer. He let it sink in a moment as the claps in the arena grew louder.

Dennis: I uh…wow. This was...unexpected.

Madison reached into her suit pocket and pulled out a small container of hand sanitizer. She held out her hands expectantly and Dennis handed her the World title. It didn't take long for her to start pouring the sanitizer over the leather parts of the title. Jack and Regan both look to Dennis and mouth ‘really?’ as the audience laughed. Dennis shrugged and lifted the mic to his mouth.

Dennis: We almost didn't come out here. You'll have to excuse the both of us for our hesitance. Turmoil hasn't always had leadership that can be depended on to put our brand first. We've never had someone that didn't view us as a stepping stone, or the red headed step child. It never has, really. We’ve had Bradley, Blaine, and the likes of...your daughter.

Madison looks away and focuses on the World Title.

Dennis: As someone who moonlights on OCW’s flagship program, I can safely say that our talent is equal to theirs. Hell, when we are firing on all cylinders we ‘are’ the better show.

The crowd begins chanting ‘Turmoil’.

Dennis: It was only a few days ago on Riot that I felt this company didn’t have much respect for me. Nothing was done about Turmoil’s property being stolen and vandalized. Yet, here i stand...Turmoil’s titles are back where they belong.

Dennis: For what my support is worth, I’m going to give you, the new man in charge around here, the benefit of the doubt. For now, I’m your World Champion, and your Television Champion. I’m not naive enough to think I will end season twelve this way. But my oath to you and these people is firm, I will continue to make these Titles respectable by being the best Champion I can possibly be.

Dennis: I’m far too new to be jaded. But i believe the goal of a Champion ‘should’ be to make the title mean more than it did with the person you beat it for. That’s a burden I don’t take lightly. All I’m asking of you in return is to do the right thing for Turmoil’s fans, and -

Dennis points towards the ramp, prompting Regan, Jack, and Madison to look in that direction.

Dennis: Our roster. You have a young brand with hungry talent, and an opportunity to set yourself apart from Riot. You’ve got guys like Gentleman Jack.

The audience cheers loudly.

Dennis: Cactus, Abbot, Dustin White, hell even the return of Joe Z-

Madison quickly interrupts without a mic: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.

Dennis: Those guys, they ‘are’ Turmoil. They just need a chance to prove it. We cannot rely on stars of the Golden Age, and The Ambition era to come back and bail the company out of trouble. Riot isn't keen on building many new stars due to the likes of Michael Hollywood, and that's not going to change any time soon. But this place? Turmoil ‘is’ a land of opportunity.

Dennis: You’ve got great tag teams like Influence. Jacob Trance and Loki.

Dennis: You’ve got the master of Sham, a crop of new rookies that had their very first match at the Anniversary show. You've got The Orphanage, and some of OCW’s best female athletes got their start on Turmoil. Like Madison, Pyra, Amber Fowler, Willow, and -

The crowd starts chanting for Sophia, causing Madison to roll her eyes.

Dennis: And of course, Maybe the only person in OCW that's faster than me...Sophia of Revolution Inc.

The crowd erupts.

Dennis: While we are under one umbrella that is OCW, we should also strive to be the alternative for fans that are sick of the same old stuff. The hierarchy of our show can be settled between these ropes, and only between these ropes, rather than in an office where out of touch men discuss who they like and who they want to dust off for a pay day.

Dennis returns his attention to Regan.

Dennis: I don’t want any favors from you. I want to be at the top of your roster because I earned it, not because you like me. Today is a new beginning for Turmoil, and I don’t envy your position. But i’m hopeful you’re sincere in wanting to better this place.

Madison calls for a mic, and Ginger hands her one from outside the ring. She gets a mixed reaction...better than the usual.

Madison: As much as I am all for this testosterone filled after school special. I have some things to say, seeing as i’ve carried Turmoil on my knees since I got here. Strongest knees in the business!

Dennis rubs the bridge of his nose, whispering to Jack: I don’t think it works like that.

Madison: While we do want Turmoil to be the best wrestling on the planet, let’s face facts here. We’ve got some people on both brands that are soft as baby poo. We’ve got some people that have the mental toughness of Tank Williams.

The crowd starts chanting ‘Who, who, whoooooooooooooo’.

Madison: Not sure what all this owl shit it, but cut it out! your Queen speaks. I have a message for the Turmoil roster. Instead of complaining that one man that is half the size of most of you somehow holds two belts...steel yourselfs. Get motivated.

Madison: Grow a set. Get inspired! Prove yourselves, rather than hoping some guy in a suit gives you a gift. This is only Black’s second season, and we are far from complacent. In fact, our desire to succeed is only heightened.

Dennis unstraps the Television title before he and Madison raise both of the Titles high.

Madison: I warned Turmoil months ago that the Black Summer was coming. You ignored us, but now you’re feeling it, and it burns like waking up next to Katt. It started at Summercide, and we have no intentions of allowing it to end any time soon. With that said...rise above and earn your shot against The King. Strive to beat The King.

Madison grins: Or simply prepare yourselves for a whoooooole lot of Black Cox shoved down your throats and in your asses all season long!

Jack abruptly gets on his knees and starts bowing at Madison. The unnecessarily lewd comment made her a goddess in his eyes!

With a huge interruption, the lights turn red and the Rev Inc logo splashes across the screen followed by the familiar upbeat sound of ‘Crank it Up’ by Colt Ford. That could only mean one thing; Jackson Montgomery! Jackson steps out from behind the curtain and onto the stage as the fans mildly erupt for the pure blooded ‘Merican. Moving slowly behind him is the enforcer of Rev Inc., K.Dangelo. Jackson stops at the top of the ramp wearing cowboy boots, cut off shorts, a tshirt with Donald Trump riding a T-Rex and a ‘Make America Great Again’ hat. As the camera zooms in on Jackson, the screen changes from his entrance video to a close up of him. This garners a massive mixed reaction among the fans at the sight of his shirt and hat.

Jackson Montgomery: Ladies and gentleman! This backwoods badass has a few things I need to say to my buddy there in the ring but first! If you don’t know me, my name is Jackson Montgomery and I’m a beer drinking, chain smoking, deer hunting, 4x4 driving, mother loving, God fearing SON OF THE SOUTH!

Jackson Montgomery: And this guy? This is my nig...

KD: Nope.

Jackson Montgomery: This big black son of…

KD: Nope.

Jackson Montgomery lowers the mic a bit but can still be heard: C’mon man! Let me say it JUST ONE TIME!

KD shakes his head as he stands there with his arms crossed.

Jackson turns away like a pouting child: And this is KD. ANYWAY! I’m out here for you Dennis. I’m here for something in which I know you know. Wait...did Jack already do this bit? Jackson looks back, KD nods. Damn. Ok, moving along. Dennis, you’ve been on edge lately. I mean, at our Thanksgiving, you snapped at Drago...IN FRONT OF BUBBA. That’s balls my man. I’m talking bowling ball sized balls! I’m here to bring you back down to earth. I’m here to center your fung shway or whatever it’s called. Get your chi in order and to do that, well, we’re going to have to fight.

Jackson lowers the mic and slowly walks towards the ring. KD stays at the top of the ramp. Jackson gets to the bottom of the ramp and looks up at everyone standing in the ring.

Jackson Montgomery: Now Doug, last week, I faced off against two members of, wait, is the Gentleman’s Club still a thing? Jackson looks back at KD who shrugs Anywho, I beat not one but two men who run in the same circle; one of which is standing right next to you! I beat these guys for a shot at the Television championship. Now, I KNOW you saw that. Of course you did. You’ve been doing anything and everything to keep that title and the Turmoil heavyweight title around your, well, Madison’s waist. Look, I’ve got all the respect in the world for you. You’ve gone to hell and back with Malu and brother, that means something to me.

Jackson Montgomery: Denny, you know I’ve got your back, as does KD, as does Drago but my man, you’re headed down a dark path and guess who’s standing at the beginning of that path? Your old pal JackMo. I’m here to keep you from doing so but in the process, I’m going to have to take that TV title away from you. You need to focus and right now you’ve got too much on your plate. Why not let ‘ol JackMo relieve you of some of that heavy gold...TONIGHT. Ronald Regan Jackson shakes his head back and forth while wildly blinking, I can’t get used to that...Regan, make it happen captain!

Dennis and Madison lower the titles, and they both glare at Jackson to start season twelve off with a bang as the scene cuts to a commercial break.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a way to kick of the new season.
	I am not a Dennis fan but I am glad that the belts are back on Turmoil.

Scene opens following a taxi's arrival at the arena. With a slightly intoxicated Wrex wearing a white shirt, black sweatpants, cheap trainers and dented sunglasses leaving the vehicle shakily and shoving two fifty into the drivers side window. The camera then focuses on him walking into the building with an angry driver yelling about barely paying the fare, before a loud voice startles him.

Stacy Excuse me Wrex!

Wrex looks visibly agitated.

Wrex Can you not speak so f*****g loud please? What do you want?

Stacy Just wondering why are you are here tonight? You aren't scheduled to compete tonight after all.

He seems to calm down with the lower voice.

Wrex I just decided to come along and see a couple of the fellow rookies matches, Interested to see how Hatton and Francis do. I mean I already proved that they are easy to take down but I'm still curious how they'll do. Plus I've never had a chance to see this Navarro guy go at it so tonight's got a few firsts.

Stacy I believe I recall that the original twelfth anniversary card had Navarro instead of you in the triple threat match, correct?

Wrex gives off a, clearly fake laugh about her comment.

Wrex And not only did I kill it, I won. I'd like to see him do that, now before I go find a seat for these, mind if I say a couple things to the people watching?

Stacy Go right ahead.

Wrex Thanks, Francis, Hatton, Navarro. Try not to stink up the joint tonight alright? There are plenty of us Rookies around that want to prove to the world that we have what it takes, so don't f**k it up for the rest of us with a s**t performance, alright? Alright.

Wrex leaves the camera and starts walking off in a random direction before turning back.

Wrex I've uh.. never been to this place before, mind pointing me to the seats?

Stacy It's the way you were going before.

Wrex So I was heading the right way? Alright thanks hun.

He once again leaves the shot, heading in the general direction of the arena where he bumps into the new genral manager of Turmoil, Ronald Regan.

Mr. Regan: Hello Wrex, thanks for coming here tonight. I hope you brought your ring gear with you because tonight. You are going to fight the other Hatton brother, Graham. Good luck.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a good general manager Regan is so far. What an opportunity Wrex has tonight.
	I am being told our first match of the season is going to be Madison going one on one with Pyra.

	Look's like we're starting Turmoil off with the ladies.
	Madison... SISSY! Pyra... SISSY! I want Sophia!!!

Madison vs Pyra

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Why is Pyra stealing... You know what? She a SISSY!!!
	Shenanigans. CRY LITTLE SISTER!!!

Some people never leave high school. Seemingly bound by past accomplishments they walk among us oblivious to our exasperation to the never ending stories often accompanied by the the tired punchlines and aged jokes. These people are never invited to social gatherings as they still believe that running from the cops is not only fun but necessary even at the age of 27. They believe that work is where the hangover is drunk away and Jackass is the greatest thing to grace cinema. Graham Hatton is one such douchebag. His brother is another.

Chase Hatton: Bro, you're such an idiot!

Chase buried his head in his hands sank further into his chair. His brother, Graham continued to look confounded at the current situation while shifting through his locker.

Graham Hatton: I know, I know, I know. I just wasn’t thinking. It seemed like such a great idea at the time.

Chase: We’re not wrestlers! You’re a freaking lifeguard! How could you sign me up! I’m...I’m…

Graham: Unemployed?

Chase: Between jobs!

Graham: Well technically we both have jobs now…

Chase looked up, pointed at his brother and glared.

Chase: We have no wrestling experience!

Graham: Not true, tool. I wrestled in high school, remember?

Chase: You were on the team for two weeks!

Graham: Yeah, but I rocked it for two weeks, bro! And you! Dude, All Conference in track! Most these dudes and dudettes are posers. We the real athletes! Plus, think of the dough!

Chase: Dough? They gonna fire us in a week!

Graham: Shit, son. We fake it until we make it!

Chase stood up and pulled at his hair in frustration. Still he thought carefully although “thinking” may not be quite what was going on through his head.

Chase:...Fake it until we make it. Shit, what am I gonna wear?

Graham motioned down and shrugged his shoulders.

Graham: Do..do you have anything else to wear besides what you have on?

Chase: No.

Graham: Well, there you go.

Chase:...It does have my name on it.

Graham: That’s called marketing, bro. You’re a freaking natural!

Chase considered these words for a moment and then gave Graham the hang loose sign. He was ready.

Graham: Remember what I taught you!

Chase: Dribble, dribble, between the legs, swish, got it.

Graham: Get em!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	These guys remind me of the chuckle brothers.
	WHAT???

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