Live from TERMINAL 5 in NYC

The ring is set up with a large chopping block table and massive slabs of beef cut out on the table. Several large butcher knives are hammered into the table in different areas. Several sausages are hanging on a bar over the table and a bottle of gin and two small glasses sit on the corner. A small BBQ pit on a stand is next to the table with two large steaks grilling on the pit.

The camera pans to the announce team.

Cactus looks around at the meat, slightly grossed out at the smell of raw meat mixed with the aroma of steak on the grill.

Cactus: Ugh! I am sure Tony Robinson doesn’t have to work in these types of conditions. At least I’ll get a steak out of it.

Cactus: Well, ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, people of all ages. Welcome to your…

Cactus: AWARD WINNING SHOW OF TURMOILLLLLLLLL!

Cactus: The Watering Hole!

Chants of ‘steak - steak - steak’ break out as the crowd pops.

Cactus: Now it’s been awhile since I have been able to be out here, but do not be dismayed. Cacti is on the mend and later tonight, I’ll be on the hunt. But more on that later, let’s talk about tonight.

Cactus: On tap tonight we have one of my favorite men in that locker room. He’s got the face that only a mother can love but the moves of a true underdog.

Cactus turns to the camera: No, not you Dennis, sorry.

Cactus: He’s got all the right cuts to be primed for success.

Cactus: Turmoil, please welcome - Joe Zhivago

Joe reaches through the rope as a stagehand passes him a mic.

Cactus: Joe, welcome to the Watering Hole. What do you think about the spread?

Joe looks around the ring, taking in the sights and smells.

Joe: Wow, you shouldn't have gone to such trouble!

Joe inhales deeply through his nose.

Joe: Hickory... delicious...

Cactus: Just for you my friend. So, do you drink Joe?

Joe: This body of mine is a temple, I'll have you know. However… is that a bottle of gin I see over there: Now, who said the Watering Hole wasn't classy?

Cactus: You see, I know a classy man when I see one.

Cactus stops abruptly: Wait. Who said the Watering Hole isn’t classy? It was B17 wasn’t it? I know it was, that little prick.

Cactus takes a shot of gin straight from the bottle and places it back down. Just then G.O.A.T. walks up the steps and into the ring, after being left in the back. Cactus realizing what he had done, pours some gin into G.O.A.T.’s bowl.

Cactus: My bad. I know you had it rough the last few weeks. Those savages.

G.O.A.T. drinks up - tail wagging wildly.

Cactus: Just like his movies, enough about B17! Instead let’s talk about you Joe. You and I have had dealings inside the squared circle going back to my first few rides here in the OCW. But you look different this season. Something changed in the offseason. What is going on in Joe Z’s head?

Joe frowns slightly.

Joe: A lot changed in the off season. My spirit was broken and I had to put it back together… There were some pieces I no longer needed, offcuts, so to speak and there were some left over that just didn't fit anymore… I was full of anger and frustration, but I realised, that's not who I am, that's not what the Prime Cut is all about. The people need someone to stand up for what's good in this world and that's me and it always will be.

Joe walks over to the grill and picks up some tongs with his free hand - he flips the steak over. He turns and and pours a large measure of gin for himself, which he downs - this causes him to shudder a little.

Joe: I realised, if I'm going to succeed I'm going to need to be stronger and more focused than ever. I may even have to become 110% Scottish beef!

Joe: What I've always known though, is this perfect body will never let me down.

Joe raises his fist and clenches it tight, forcing all the muscles in his arm to bulge.

Joe: Looking back on my short time here, this body of mine’s been through hell - people have tried, but they’ll never stop me for good - I just need to keep getting better at stopping them. They say it's a marathon, not a sprint around here, well in that case, I'm just warming up!

Cactus: I never liked running.

Cactus stops to take in a whiff of the good smelling steaks on the grill.

Cactus: What’s the goal here Joe? What are we trying to reach for?

Joe: Last week, I had an opportunity to claim the Hardcore Championship… but I fell short - Bill was just too much of an animal in there, I'm surprised I'm able to move already.

Joe grimaces at the thought of his match with Bill.

Joe: I'm frustrated I couldn't get the win and I don't care how many chairs I need to break over people's heads to have another shot at it. Next time, I won't hesitate to use every part of the arena to claim my victory! The Prime Cut has a taste for hardcore action and he craves more.

Joe frowns at his choice of words...

Joe: But when it all comes down to it, I'd like to think I'm reaching out to the hearts and souls of all the OCW fans out there - I have a duty to be the best I can be, for them. They never let me down and I need to start returning the favour.

Cactus: Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds. It’s why I am here Joe. It’s why you’re here Joe. No drugs, women and fame like 99% of the copy and paste “super stars” in that locker room. No Joe, we’re better than that. It’s deeper than wins and loses. It’s about entertaining the masses here on Turmoil.

Cactus: So Joe, there is only one question. Who’s next then? Who starts the Joe drive to the hearts of the OCW?

Joe's eye twitches a little.

Joe: There's one man here I'm definitely not done with... someone who makes my blood boil, but the time's not right... Until then, the Prime Cut is always delighted to use his 100% Scottish Beef, strong style on any who dare face him. I think the real answer to your question, though, is Joe Zhivago is next - right now I'm my own worst enemy and that's a battle I have to win on my own.

Cactus: Joe, I feel you. I am wearing the same shoes.

Joe looks down.

Cactus: Not literally, Joe. Figuratively.

Cactus snaps his fingers: Look up Joe. Just keep looking up.

Joe looks up, smiling and nodding.

Cactus: Let’s eat and get the hell out of here. I gotta get ready for a rookie.

Cactus: Turmoil, give it up for Joe Z!

Both men grab a piece of BBQ and head towards the back as stage hands try and clean up the ring for the rest of the night's matches.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hello and welcome to Turmoil. What a way to kick things off!
	Always love the watering hole. I wonder who Joe was talking about?

	Who knows but our first match is coming up as the champion Dennis Black takes on the #Austin Lee.
	Non title of course.

(Non Title!)

Austin Lee

vs

Dennis Black

The camera pans backstage where general manager Regan opens the door to his office, as Regan walks in. Standing in front of him is the Butcher, Malu.

Rodent who is carrying the necronomicon which controls the Butcher.

Regan: "Can I help you?"

Rodent: "Yes, the old man has come, have a request for the old man we do."

Regan: "My name is Ronald Regan! You would be wise to remember that because with a simple click. I can send you away just like I did my daughter."

Regan starts thinking.

Regan: "Wait... That's not what the request is about is it? Because I can tell you right now. My daughter will never step foot on this show again!"

Malu: "Relax OLD MAN!!! That's not why we are here!"

Rodent: "No Mr Regan. We are here because the Butcher wants a match..."

Regan: "Oh he does? What would that be?"

Rodent: "The Butcher has dominated the Turmoil roster you not agree sir?"

Regan: "Just get to the point!"

Rodent is about to respond but Malu steps in.

Malu: "He wants a match with Bill Ding for the Hardcore championship."

Regan: "Done, the match will take place at Certified Greatness."

Malu: "See, that's all you had to say."

Regan: "Speaking of matches. Gentleman Jack has been messaging me throughout the week. He has asked for a match with you and he's going to get it... At Certified Greatness!"

Malu and Rodent start laughing.

Malu: "Hey it's his funeral. Anyway I am hungry and you don't have any food so I am going to look for some and then I am going to beat up some idiot. So Butcher, don't blame me if there is nothing left of Bill Ding after tonight."

Malu starts laughing as he makes his exit through the door.

Rodent: "Butcher it's time to leave. We must join Malu for his match tonight we must."

Regan: "NO!!!

Rodent: "No?"

Regan: "Correct. The Butcher is not competing tonight which means the neither of you need to be here. So if the Butcher wants that Hardcore championship match to happen. Then the two of you better leave. NOW!!!"

Rodent: "I understand but Butcher doesn't. He will get mad..."

Regan interrupts Rodent.

Regan: "Then you better make him understand. Now get out!"

Rodent: "Yes, yes."

Rodent moves his hand across the necronomicon.

Rodent: "Come Butcher, we're not welcome here tonight. Leave we must."

The camera fades with Rodent and Butcher leaving as the camera pans back to Tom Sanders and Randy Rice.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Some blockbuster matches coming up at Certified Greatness!
	I can't wait.

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