Live from the Barclays Center

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hello and welcome to the the go home show of Turmoil 163.
	Wrestlution is right around the corner and I am super excited Tom.

	So for the first time in OCW history. Wrestlution eleven is taking over the Tokyo dome.
	It's going to be over two nights worth of action.

	And now we are on the final stop before the weekend late night parties begin!
	Time to get the burger and sausages cooking!

Leon with a microphone in hand circles the ring, soaking in all the boos from the crowd.

Leon: It has been one hell of a long time since I have stepped foot in a Turmoil ring...but here I am!

Leon: This is the last stop before Wrestlution and before we get there, I have one last matter to take care of. You know, it has been ages since I last had a match. So I would like to issue a open challenge to anyone in the back who thinks they have the stones to go one on one with a Hall of Famer! There are a few people here that have dreamed about having a match with yours truly, so as a part of the make a wish campaign and out of the kindness of my heart...

A hefty woman in the front row throws a used dildo at Leon, who using his superior agility, dodges it with ease. He continues on his spiel like nothing happened.

Leon: I am giving one lucky person the chance to step foot in the ring with me, the mother f**Ker of the year!!! The single greatest in ring performer of ALL TIIIIIME!!"

Leon: I am the guy that sells out Pay Per Views and then goes onto steal the show. They don't call me the show stealer for nothing! I am the greatest! Somebody better call me mum!

Leon: So...who's it going to be you pussies?

There is a long pause but no one has accepted Leon's challenge.

Leon: Come on! There must be someone that isn't on Wrestlution that would like to get their 2 seconds of fame? Someone? Anyone? Cactus?

Still nobody answer's Leon's challenge.

Leon: If no one in the back would like this opportunity then allow me to extend the invite to anyone of you disgusting, what's the word I'm looking for? Humans? No that's not it...

Leon points to the crowd.

Leon: Things? Sure that's it, things!

Leon: So come on... which of you things will it be?

The woman that threw the used dildo earlier tries to climb over the railing.

Leon: Not her! Anyone else? *Watching the lady struggle to get over the railing* Someone wanna grab a roll of back fat and pull her back before she busts that railing?

Turmoil's ring announcer Patrick gets into the ring as he whispers something into Leon's ear while security takes away the Dildo Queen of the Upper East side.

Leon: Looks like someone has accepted my challenge so let's get a referee out here! A real competitor! This will be fun!

A referee comes speeding down the ramp and into the ring as we go to a commercial break.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Who's it going to be?
	Boxing Jesus?

Leon Valentine

vs

Open Challenge

The camera pans to the announce team.

	...
	Looks like business just picked up.

Leon grabs the microphone that he placed on the stool steps just before his match.

Leon: Look Jack... If it isn't our good friend the priest.

Ba Tuo stands on the ramp as he looks at both Gentleman Jack and Leon Valentine.

Leon: You were just the person we wanted to see.

Patrick the ring announcer throws Jack a microphone.

Jack: Hey little buddy! Why don't you come on down to the ring and give your old buddy Jack a hug?

Ba Tuo looks up into the rafters as a microphone slowly makes its way down to him. The crowd along with Leon and Jack look stunned as there isn't any rope. It just slowly floats down into Ba Tuo's hand.

Leon: What kind of chicanery is this?! I demand answers! I'm a Hall Of Famer damn it!

Ba Tuo puts up the microphone to his mouth as it looks like he is finally about to speak.

Ba Tuo: You dishonor me, our culture and our savoir!

Leon and Jack look at one another before they cry out in laughter.

Jack: Come on, even the people that loved your precious god won't show up to honor him. I mean we're only out here because they didn't show up. Where's Rev Inc? Where's Dustin? Where's Sebastian Abbott? Where is his beloved Cactus? They won't even show up to honor the one guy that actually believed in any of them! What an impact! Versus, may you torment in hell forever, meant nothing to ANYONE! You hear me?!

Leon: The truth is YOU DUMB STUPID PRIEST... None of them are here because your GOD NEVER MATTERED! Your entire religion is based on a joke that Jack made! Think about that! You're entire way of life is based on nothing more than a joke told by a drug addict.

Jack: Your entire religion is based on a joke that I made! Versus isn't a god! Its all cheap parlor tricks we thought up while huffing ether in a WaWa bathroom! Think about that! You're entire way of life is based on nothing more than a joke told by a third rate wrestler. Hashtag sad you guys.

Leon: Don't be hard on yourself Jack. You were at least a second rate manager.

Ba Tuo: Enough! We took care of you and treated you nice, we fed you chicken and waffles. Try to show you true path again.

Leon: Being locked in a cell isn't nice you twat. I had to rub lotion on another man's ass because of you!

Jack can't help but laugh.

Ba Tuo: That was of your choosing.

Leon: IT WAS NOT OF MY...*Leon regains his composure* I said earlier that I have one last matter to take care of and that's you. I want a match at Wrestlution... AGAINST YOU!!! You bald headed, fat, freak!

Jack: ... And Leon doesn't just want any old match. No... He wants HELL IN A CELL!

Leon: No I don't! I don't want that at all!

Jack whispers to Leon.

Jack: Come on, don't be a pussy. He won't even get a punch in on you and besides. I got your back.

Leon: You know what... Yeah. I challenge you to HELL IN A CELL AT WRESTLUTION!!!

Ba Tuo: Your crimes will not go unpunished. You will see true path again. For your souls.

The Priest clasps his hands together and bows towards the ring. Leon and Jack smile evilly as Luther who is still naked walks out onto the stage and makes his way towards Ba Tuo.

Luther: "THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY FROM ME YOU F**KING C**T!!!"

Just before Luther can reach him. A bright white flash hits the arena and last no longer than a second. Ba Tuo has vanished.

Luther: "What??? WHERE THE F**K DID HE GO?"

Luther jumps over the barricade knocking into a family who are with kids. The crowd are horrified.

Luther: "What? You CUNTS LOOK LIKE YOU NEVER SEEN A D**K BEFORE!!!"

Security come running towards Luther as he starts fighting them all. He gets in a few punches before he is overrun and is carried out of the arena kicking, punching and shouting the word C**T!

Leon: You can't hide from us forever you overbaked asshole!. You will meet your end this Sunday inside the cell! Vengeance will be mine! You hear me?! Vengeance will be mine!

Jack: That's right. The hell you put us through is not even going to come close to what we do to you come Wrestlution. But hey you guys are into all that pain is purity bs right? It'll make you closer to god! By the time we're through, you may even get to meet him!

Leon: We're out, see you all on Sunday!

Leon and jack drop the microphones as the camera pans to Tom and Randy.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like another match has just been added to Wrestlution!
	It really is going to be jam packed but I am excited for this one.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The production team here are truly phenomenal.
	I give it 9/10. If you and me were on it. Then it would have definitely got a perfect ten from me.

The Trillest Trio Alive has arrived on Turmoil, the hype is real. Rhyme Tyme trek to their own tune as they march through the backstage area. Djesus Djones, towers over Buddy Burns and Y.S.L. which makes their presence even more comical.

Buddy: Yo’ dis place is DOPE b!

The shortest man to spit hot fire on either roster says to his yellow brotha from a different motha Y.S.L.

Y.S.L.: All dis trash tho.

Djesus ignores them both while having his own convo on his iPhone.

Djesus: Word! Tell homegirl, Yung Djeezy will hook her up with a record deal.

Buddy: Imma get me a Lil’ Hudsy jersey, just watch.

Y.S.L: Gonna get you a kids size son.

Buddy: You got jokes, but I got size where it counts b ask yo’ mama…

He does his vintage “Deez Nutz” crotch chop.

Djesus: LEGIT, tell her to swing by Djesus' pad, he'll lay out the palm leaves taker to the PROMISED LAND, know what Djesus is saying SON.

Y.S.L.: I’m yo mama’s favorite rapper though.

Buddy: Dem fightin’ words…I’mma Kik n’ Flipp all ova ya face b.

Y.S.L.: Let’s fight den, I’ll Trip yo’ leg outta your leg.

Djesus: Aight, aight, Djesus'll tell that busta Johnny Law you said wassup. Yeah man, you know Djesus and that kid Drago are TIGHT.

OCW’s 2Dope Boys begin to slap box and freestyle like it’s 1999. Djesus finishes up his phone call and realizes he’s walking alone and these two are goofing off.

Djesus: HEY, HEY! Cut that sh*t out! Rhyme Time is making MONEY this weekend, can't have yall getting hurt!

He then proceeds to lightly smack the back of their necks with baby powder as we fade to ringside.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Rhyme Time has entered the building.
	YES!!! My boys are finally here!

We pan to Ryu Matsumoto walking into the Turmoil backstage conference room for the second time in a week. We see someone is waiting for him inside the office. Ryu, straightens out his suit and extends a hand to the stranger.

RYU: Hello, I’m Governor Ryu Matsumoto, I was told to meet you here today.

The stranger enthusiastically returns the handshake, smiling and responds in earnest.

STRANGER: Yes, my name is “Jonny D” Jonny “Jonny D” D, but you can just call me Jonny D. I’m here as a liaison from the company you’ve acquired to make the transition as smooth as possible.

Ryu’s face lights up when he hears his last initial, as the two continue shaking hands for an awkwardly long time.

RYU: So does the D stand for…

JONNY: No, the D does not stand for Deez Nutz.

RYU: Oh…

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Ahahahahahaha!
	Jonny Deez Nutz is a freaking awesome name! Get that s**t on a t-shirt.

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