Live from TERMINAL 5 in NYC

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hello and welcome to the new, blue edition of Turmoil!
	We're looking good over here...

	We certainly are.
	I can't wait to see what the night has instore for us.

	It's sure to be a good one, all though a lot of tonights original planned matches have changed.
	Well, as long as the main event hasn't changed I am happy. That's a match I really want to see.

We go backstage where most of the Gentlemen's Club, along with their disheveled Vietnamese fishermen pals are hanging out in the Club's dressing room. Smoke fills the air, traditional Dan Bau music crackles from an off brand 1987 boom box. The men sit around a large card table, clearly very deep into a long running game of some kind. As Cactus Gauge enters the room two chickens run by his feet.

Cactus: Marcy! Horatio! Get back here darlins!

The chickens pay the Prince of Pain no heed, eager to escape whatever travesties are occurring in the room. Jack, deep in concentration at the table stares down Seb.

Jack: Got any nines?

Seb: Go fish you yankee doodle cocksucker!

Jack: Damnit!

Jack throws his hand down in frustration and shifts his attention to New Orleans own Cactus Gauge.

Cactus: Boss, we may have a problem. Have you seen this?

Cactus pulls out his cell phone and goes to TMZ.com.

Jack: Whatever it is, it's not me. Do you know how many people hang out at Curves that look like me? Thousands Cactus, freaking thousands.

Cactus: You hang out at Curves?

Jack: The under-boob sweat of an overweight housewife is the only thing that gets me hard anymore...

Cactus: Oh...ok....

Jack: Yeah.

Cactus: Yeah...

Jack: You like fat chicks?

Cactus: Maybe you should just look at the this.

The screen cuts to a full size image of Mr. Gauge's phone screen. On it, we see a video shot on cellphone of Turmoil Champion Dennis Black at the Barazura inside the Atlantis, Palm Hotel in Dubai. The Underdog is visibly inebriated without his chaperon around and making a scene with a couple of fellow high end bar patrons from America.

Patron: Hey bro, why the hell are you on Riot every week? Don't you have loyalty to Turmoil?

Dennis: Because if I don't go to Riot, Riot guys will be able to talk s**t without reprisal. See what happened to Smythe when he stuck his nose in Turmoil business? I stuck many things in his ass! And he thanked me!

Patron: That autistic douchebag? Big deal!

Dennis: I am the man! I went to Riot and molested it! That roster is like a battered women's shelter now! Woooo! Black King baybay!!!!

Patron: What kind of God complex do you have bro? Is this your first drink or something?

Dennis: I'm gonna burn it all down! The Revolution starts with me brother! Turmoil... They will rise from the ashes after the fire that I set to that brand. And they will be better for it. Just as Riot will be better after the fire. But first....the body count must rise! Justice will be served. Rev inc will help me save OCW.

Patron: You're really something guy, you know that?

Dennis: I'm a good person. I can't help it! It's why I saved Turmoil. Can I get another drink over here????

Patron: What the hell are you evening talking about bro?

Dennis: I'll tell you Bruhhhhh. Moron... The Red Army has a new General. We will decimate the Purge, Skwad, Union, AIDS, Jookie's people...and rebuild a fair OCW for rookies, vets, and hall of famers! Except Smythe. He can go jolly well **** off back to Saskatoona and get back to molesting moose.

Patron: You aren't a big deal dude. Like Pugh could push your s**t in if you guys go toe to toe again.

Dennis: Pugh?!?! I'd beat him so hard he'd look like Jimmy Henry's battered wife.

Patron: Dude you disgust me! Are you even old enough to drink?

Dennis shoves the patron in the chest.

Dennis: F**K YOU!!!! I'm a wrestling GOD! Women throw themselves at me! You're nothing! This is Dubai! No rules baybay!!!!

Patron: You're a pussy whipped, virgin nobody!

Dennis's mood grows visibly darker. He drunkly stares the patron down.

Dennis: Why are you alive? I would trade Tank's death for yours any day! God....Go away...

Dennis stumbles a bit and spills the remainder of his drink.

Dennis: Legit, kill yourself. Like, slit your wrist and hang yourself for good measure.

The patron laughs at our drunken champion and begins to walk away.

Patron: I hope Pugh murders you in that ring!

Dennis: I'm going to leave Pugh's face looking like Tank's ass on gay pride day. Then I'm going to bang your wife, Bruhhhhh! Where's that damn drink?!

At this point in the video, hotel security and a member of the OCW PR Department that is supposed to be shadowing Dennis show up. Security confronts Dennis as the OCW employee grabs the phone from our amateur journalist. Our scene now shifts back to the Club.

Jack: Hole Lee Shit...

Seb: What a dumb t**t...

Dustin: I wonder who does his hair?

Jack: Ok, when Madison gets here we can not under any circumstances let her see this.

Cactus: The Queen is going to be pissed...

Before the men can continue, one of the fishermen yell out.

Fisherman: Và ba chục, tôi ra! **** tất cả các bạn, tôi giành chiến thắng!

One of the other fishermen flips the table over as a scuffle breaks out.

Cactus: She's going to be really pissed...

Jack: Bình tĩnh quái xuống! Một phụ nữ da trắng thực sự làm hư chuyện sắp đến thành công. Hãy đi tiêu của bạn với nhau! Chúng tôi cần cô ấy!

The fisherman stop the scuffle, and begin to pickup their mess. They begin to mumble apologies under their breaths.

Seb: How do you know Vietnamese again?

Jack: Fun story, Our new GM and I used to smuggle third rate, knock off hand bags through their ports. Their customs agents are garbage. Oh the stories we could tell...

As Jack gazes into space remembering more peaceful times, his phone suddenly rings, snapping him out of his daydream.

Jack: Christ it's Princess Sunshine. Quiet down.

Jack answers the phone.

Jack: Hello? Of course my Queen, everything is ready.... Yes your Grace we have the set all ready.... Yes your worshipfulness, plenty of protection.... No my liege, no sign of the Skwad.... Of course, glad you enjoyed it.... Yes, yes I'll send an envoy immediately.... Yes of course, Viva La Revolution..... I know there are too many Peurto Ricans in New York..... No you cant call a race of people cockroach on tv.... Ok, we'll see you soon... Ok....Ok... Ok.... I really have to hang up if we're going to meet you....Ok...Ok...

Jack holds the phone away and makes hand gestures showing how this silly bitch just won't shutup.

Jack: Ok...ok.... I know cosmetics are a racket.... I know.... Ok... I'm hanging up now... Love you....Wait, I didn't mean that last one.... Uh huh..... Ok then.....

Jack hangs up the phone.

Jack: Ok, so the Queen herself is here. Ping Pong, Mah Jong, Mushu Pork, go greet the leggy blonde in the limo out front and bring her straight here, got it? You're on a mission from God Himself here. Oh and bow, kiss her ass, etc... She gets off on it.

Seb: I've got something she can get off on.

Jack: See it's things like that. Don't say that around her. There's no call for it. Just be cool. You can go all Wildcard Seb later.

Seb: You used to have fun...

Jack: I also used to be poor. Look at me now!!!!

The camera pans back to reveal the dirt poor fishermen, the remains of a high stakes game of Go Fish, and more empty beer cans, liquor bottles, and cigarette butts than one can count. Oh the riches...

After a few moments one of the fishermen returns with the Queen herself, Madison Cox. As she enters the room, she takes in the scene.

Madison: No. Just no to all of this. Shut it down. Shut it all down.

Jack: This pig sty? This is for the troops! The grunts! The peons you don't need to worry about! I have something much better for you my Queen.

Madison: You are all peons....

Jack: I know my Grace, I'm sorry you have to even gaze at them. Please, come with me.

Madison takes one last look at the room.

Madison: Animals.

As soon as she and Jack turn around, Seb places his fingers in a V shape and flicks his tongue quickly between it. Thankfully the Queen didn't notice.

Jack: Please, follow me your Worship.

Jack leads Madison to a nearby private dressing room. He opens the door to reveal a room covered in rose petals, a bottle a champagne, assorted chocolates, and a high end 4k tv airing “The Devil Wears Prada”.

Jack: But here's the best part.

Jack claps his hands three times and a very young Vietnamese boy, maybe nine years old, walks in wearing a dinner jacket and silver serving platter.

Jack: I give you your own personal slave, Tang. Do whatever you want with him, he doesn't have a family.

Madison: I approve.

Jack: Cactus will take care of you out there. There's an army of communists that don't speak english next door who will die for you. You're safe here.

Madison: Thank you Jack. This is... impressive-ish... Now leave my sight, I must prepare to face the public.

Jack: Of course your hottness, I mean highness..

Jack leaves the room and Madison samples a chocolate.

Madison: You there, slave boy, bring me a phone....

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I don't think the board are going to be too happy. Everyone on Turmoil is a savage!
	Complaints are already coming in. We aint no PG show over here like Riot... SISSYS!

	I agree but I think Ronald Regan is going to get an earful after that.
	To quote our champion... I'm going to leave Pugh's face looking like Tank's ass on gay pride day.

	As funny as that sounds... Some people might find that offensive. I think we should drop this now before our show gets pulled from the air.
	AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	It just got cold in here.
	It is December Tom, but that video gives me the jitters.

	We have our first match up next as the new up and comer Wrex takes on Vincent Winters from the orphanage.
	The orphanage give me the jitters too.

Wrex

vs

Vincent Winters

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That's how it's done.
	Great match up.

Stacy Clark: I’m joined with The Turmoil Tag Team Champions, Loki and Trance.

Clark: Now, Trance, you have been a World Heavyweight Champion, you have faced the best in this business, how would you describe this accomplishment?

Trance: That’s the pinnacle, that’s when you’ve made it, it’s a pretty good feeling to win it.

Clark: And Loki, this is your first time accomplishing anything in OCW, how do you feel?

Loki: I’d like to state for the record that I beat Big Ed once, I consider that an impressive accomplishment.

Trance looked sideways at Loki: No you didn’t.

Loki looked confused: ...I didn’t?

Clark: No.

Loki: Well, um. Um.

Trance nudges him: You can hold your breath for five minutes.

Loki: I can?

Trance: Sure, show her!

Loki looked at Clark with a wide grin. He took in a deep breath and held it. He continued to beam a stupid grin. After one minute counted on the clock on the far wall he gave a thumbs up. Another minute passed in silence as Clark looked on dubious and Loki began to bounce a little. Trance simply watched. After three minutes things started to look bad. Loki had begun to turn purple but still wore a stupid grin and gave a double thumbs up. He glanced at Trance and suddenly Loki spilled onto the floor unconscious. Clark jumped up and gave a shout. Trance unconcernedly leaned over and checked Loki’s pulse.

Trance: Yeah, he’s fine. Now let’s talk. Big Ed… If I’m supposed to be afraid of you I didn’t get the memo, if you’re meant to add an intimidation factor to the SKWAD then I wasn’t copied in on the e-mail. I have tangled with some big dudes before, Mayhem, Pato… Oh and K.D, remember him? He’s a pretty big dude… What I’m trying to say is… Well, let me make it simple.

Trance takes a breath, looks at the unconscious Loki and then back to the camera.

Trance: I am not scared of you. I’ve beaten people that you could never beat and I’ll beat you too. Then there’s Malu, I heard a lot about you, I came in just as you were on your way out, that sucked, but tonight I’ll get to knee you in the face just like everyone else.

Clark: That’s all well and good Jacob, but do you have a game plan heading into this match?

Trance: Of course I do.

Clark: Would you care to share it with the Turmoil audience?

Trance smiles.

Trance: I’m going to take my knee, and ram it into Big Ed and Malu’s eye socket. Then you can roll out the rest of the SKWAD members that decide to show up and I’ll break their orbitals too.

Clark: You seem very focused on the SKWAD this week, what are you thinking of?

Trance: There’s one guy left that I’ve yet to face, ever, and he just so happens to be on the SKWAD, bumping his gums and spouting off like Gandalf the Grey.

Clark: Leon?

Trance: Leon. If it happens, it happens, if it doesn’t, that’s fine, I’ve got scores to settle with quite a few people on this roster.

Loki begins to come to, muttering about puppy dogs, unicorns and Bob Dole. Trance reacts and heaves him up to his feet, patting the groggy man on the back.

Trance: Way to go! You did it!

Loki: I did?

Trance: Yeah, you sure did. Didn’t he Stace?

Stacy nods slowly.

Loki: To victory!

Trance: Victory!

Trance winks at the camera as The Paradox depart, leaving Stacy questioning everything she just heard.

The two leave the interview area. Together they walked to catering area where Trance had promised Loki cotton candy for holding his breath for so long. Loki had thrown in his headphones and was jamming out to to god know what. Trance looked at Loki and sighed.

The catering area had not always had a cotton candy machine, Trance had purchased it because he found that it kept Loki out of his hair for brief periods of time and Trance needed to prepare for the war tonight. Loki’s style of preparation was not conducive to strategy, indeed Trance doubted that Loki even understand the word tactics.

When Loki saw the cotton candy machine he raced over to it without a moment's hesitation. Trance sank into a chair to think for a few minutes and watched Loki hop around in glee. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t notice the arrival of two large men behind him.

Trance looked up and found Malu and the Butcher looking down at him. Leon then comes walking by with the Necromicon in hand.

Trance: S**T!

The battle started without warning. Malu kicked Trance back down as he tried to stand sending Trance flying back into the small wooden table that had just served as his elbow rest. The table flew out from under him and the Butcher was on top of him before he could recover.

Trance: LOKI!

But Loki didn’t hear him. He was still dancing around building a second cotton candy roll. Malu watched Loki and smirked as he heard him singing.

Loki: ...if you want to, we can leave your friends behind, cause your friends don’t dance, and if they don’t dance, well they’re no friends of mine….

The beating of Trance continued. They pummeled him. Until he was barely able to keep his arms up to defend his face. Heaving him to his feet, Malu and the Butcher lifted him up by the throat and stalled while Trance turned blue.

Trance croaked out: Loki, you stupid son of bitch!

Loki still didn’t hear him, instead he was now attempting to breakdance and failing.

CRACK!

Trance snapped the table in two and hit with a thud on the concrete.

The Butcher looked over at Loki and began to move towards him. Leon stops him.

Leon: He's not even worth our time. I mean look at him? Let's go.

Leon, The Butcher and Malu all walk away laughing at what they just did. Loki finally turns around. Blinked. Rubbed his eyes. Blinked again. Checked his pulse, pinched himself and then looked suspiciously at the cotton candy...

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I am just going to put it out there...
	That LOKI is a STUPID IDIOT?

	Kinda harsh but... true!
	I hope Trance can still compete tonight. I really want to see this match.

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