Live from TERMINAL 5 in NYC

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hello and welcome to Turmoil 149.
	We are just one week away from the biggest Turmoil yet.

	Indeed, but let's talk about tonight.
	The Butcher takes on the cancerous B-17 in the main event later.

	Let's not forget about the Hardcore Title match coming up very shortly.
	Then later tonight, we are going to have a Hardcore fatal 4 way to decide the number one contender for next weeks Turmoil. It doesn't get any better than this.

The scene opens with Dennis nodding in the center of the ring to applause from the audience while patting the Turmoil Title around his waist. Seb and Dustin were leaning against different corners of the ring, keeping a lookout for a certain Hall of Famer. Dennis waited for the cheers to die down before speaking.

Dennis: Before I touch on the obvious reason for us being out here, I just wanted to say it was an honor to represent not just Turmoil, but all of you in the main event of The Clash. This title is yours just as much as it is mine, and we proved that we can overcome the odds.

Dennis: Leon Valentine, enjoy retirement. Bill Ding…

Dennis could hardly believe the crowds getting even louder for Bill than they were for him. He spoke calmly, but his facial expression told a different story.

Dennis: We have unfinished business, one on one. It will happen. But for now, we have different paths to travel. Now then, on to why I'm out here.

Dennis: Madison couldn't be here tonight because -

Cheers and chants of ‘yes’ erupted from the crowd before the man finished his thoughts. The Turmoil champion looks to a different section of the audience with a frown on his face. Not even Seb could hold back his grin.

Dennis: See, that's the thing. You all don't understand how much she cares about this place. She's just as responsible for Turmoil’s growth as myself, Jack, Bill Ding, Abbot, White, and Joe. The list of people goes on.

Dennis: I get it, she can be a bit...let's say…’opinionated’? But the Madison I know is a nurturing and caring person.

Boos echoed in the arena for Madison. Seb nods to Dustin, signaling for him to roll of out the ring and head to the bell keeper.

Dennis: Regardless, she didn't deserve what happened. Which brings me to OCW Hall of Famer, R.D. Money…

Dennis: You stole our moment. You verbally assaulted Madison, who hasn't slept well since The Clash. You had no right to do what you did.

Dennis: I know you haven't been here since the King of OCW tournament, so I feel the need to educate you on what's going to happen to you. You’re one of the many who says I can't do something. You doubt me, say a few unflattering things about me...and I break you down when the time comes, adding you to a long list of humbled individuals that shouldn’t have taken me lightly.

Dennis: But there's a hiccup, you declined my challenge. You've stalled the ‘Dennis and Madison revenge tour’. How am I to do what I do best if you don't take a dip in the shark tank, R.D.? That doesn't sit well with me.

Dustin tosses three steel chairs into the ring. Seb then goes to Set them up in the middle of the ring.

Dennis: So I guess I'll just go above your head. Mr. General Manager, your Turmoil Heavyweight Champion needs a word, and this show will not continue until we discuss a few things. The Revolution is staging a sit in.

Dennis, Dustin, and Seb take a seat on the steel chairs in the center of the ring as the scene cuts to a commercial break.

The scene returns from commercial break with the three members of Revolution Inc. still protesting in the center of the ring. Dustin and Seb are on their phones while Dennis just sat there with the world title over his shoulder. Finally, the music of the General Manager hits.

Regan comes out with a microphone in hand, he stands on the stage looking at Dennis.

Dennis stood while his comrades remained seated. As always, Regan was applauded once he appeared on stage.

Regan: The relationship between a General Manager and his or her World Champion should always be a productive one. Young man, I don't want that to change. I like you, I really do. But this recent attitude of yours…"

Dennis: Make the match, and I'll go away.

Regan: I'm not making the match because one, I can't, and two, I don't like ultimatums.

Dennis: Is he not under contract?

Regan: A Legend’s contract, yes. He has access to any OCW event he pleases and even represents us at speaking engagements.

Dennis: You actually allow him to speak?

Regan: My point is, he's not scheduled for active competition. Therefore, I simply cannot demand this man step in the ring with you.

Dennis: Madison and I deserve better than this.

Regan: You're right. So I'm going to help you.

Regan whistled, and close to thirty security guards came from the curtain before walking down the ramp. Dennis glared.

Regan: You're probably exhausted. Stressed out. Your head isn't on straight, clearly. So...I'm banning you from the arena, just for tonight. I can't risk you doing something regrettable or getting hurt. Just you...not your friends, they have matches tonight.

Dennis: I'm your Champion!

Regan: That you are, young man. An excellent Champion at that. But I'm not like my predecessors. I run Turmoil, not the wrestlers. You're being made example of. Naturally, I need you next week for our milestone one hundred and fiftieth episode.

Regan: While I cannot give you R.D. Money, I will give the OCW universe your friend Dustin White against his son, live next week!

Dustin and Seb fist bump each other. The security guards surround the ring, waiting to escort the Champion out of the building.

Regan: And for next week’s main event, the Internet is about to get their dream match. Dennis Black and B-17! If B-17 is successful, he will be guaranteed a title shot in the future.

Dennis: Fine. What if I win?

Regan: Erm... I will have a box of cookies ready for you in my office along with a hot cuppa. Only if you win.

Dennis glared at Regan before tossing the mic over his shoulder. He then said something to Dustin and Abbot that the cameras could barely pick up before exiting the ring. The audience shows their disapproval as Dennis is escorted up the ramp. Dennis stops walking when he is only a few feet from Regan.

Dennis: This isn't over, old man.

Regan: Get him out of here already.

Dennis shakes his head at Regan before walking passed him, followed by security. The scene comes to a close.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	S**t just got real!
	The Turmoil GM did what he had to do tonight.

	The Hardcore championship match is coming up next.
	Time to get my Hardcore shirt out.

Joe Zhivago

vs

Bill Ding (c)

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He caught him.
	That's as Hardcore as Hardcore gets.

The scene opens and we see a door with the Rev Inc logo on the front. Down below that, written on a napkin in what looks like red crayon, it says “also Scumbag Division”. Before the camera can go inside, the door opens, letting a cloud of smoke permeate the hallway. Behind the smoke, we see two figures moving towards the camera. As they get into the hallway, we see it’s Seb Abbott and Jackson Montgomery; Jackson is coughing up a lung.

Jackson Montgomery: Jesus! *COUGH* COUGH* How you guys can sit around in that is beyond me. *COUGH* *COOUUUUUUUUGH* I think I may die!

Seb Abbott: C’Mon now mate! We just burnt some popcorn. Straighten up now, we’ve got a match with the Seb chuckles a bit former tag team champions!

Jackson beats on his chest a few times before nodding, signaling he’s ok. Just then, Jim Black comes walking up, microphone in hand.

Jim Black: Fellas! Fellas, I’ve just been informed that Trance will NOT be in this match, essentially making it a two on one. What are your thoughts on that?

Jackson and Seb look at each other before laughing hysterically.

Jackson Montgomery: I’m surprised it took him this long to figure out Loki was the biggest ball of crazy there is. If I’m not mistaken, I’m sure I saw him running around the back with something odd in his hands. Anyway, Seb my man, since you’re still a bit banged up from your match with Bill Ding at The Clash, take the night off. Hopefully soon, I can exact some revenge for you on Ding but for now, I can handle Loki. My second cousin once went off the deep end. We just tied him up with chicken wire and put him the shed for about four days.

Jim Black: That’s awful!

Jackson Montgomery: Oh calm down Jerry. We took him his normal table scraps every night. Plus, the nutria rat that terrorized that area was in there with him so he had company. Look, I can take Loki “to the shed” without issue. Take a break Seb. I got this.

Seb shakes Jackson’s hand and heads back into the locker room, smoke once again bellowing out. We can hear something along the lines of “I’ve got the night off! BOYS NIGHT OUT!” followed by cheers and jeers. Jim tries to look around Jackson to see what the commotion was all about and he then begins to cough from the smoke.

Jackson Montgomery: It’s ok. They just burned some popcorn.

Jackson smacks Jim on the back, which causes him to cough even more, and heads down the hall headed towards the ring.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Haha, there is only one Jackson Montgomery.
	Looks like it's not going to be Loki vs Jackson instead now.

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