Majin gets up and rolls back into the ring and motions for a mic. From off camera a stagehand hands him one. Majin, holding his ribs and breathing heavily, walks towards the edge of the ring and raises the mic as Matsuda walks up the ramp towards the back.

Majin- "Matsuda!"

Matsuda ignores Majin and continues walking.

Majin- "Matsuda!"

Again, no response.

Majin- "Next week,...Riot...non Title!"

Matsuda continues to ignore Majin as he reaches the top of the stage and disappears into the back. In the ring Majin smiles. He tosses the mic out of the ring, drops to the mat, and rolls out of the ring. He then slowly starts to make his way up the ramp towards the back with a sick, sadistic look on his face.

The Camera pans to the announce team!  

	He's hankering for another one!
	Will Matsuda accept?

The scene fades in to a dark locker room in the back of the arena. The camera is centered in the room, where the only light shines on the mask of The Monster, which lays on the floor.

But it's not what you're looking at that should concern you, it's what you hear. From somewhere in the room drifts the voice of The Monster.

The Monster: In the main event of Wrestlution IX, the world watched as two men waged war. They fought for the OCW World Heavyweight Championship.

The Monster: They fought for "It All". Now, two years later, right down the road, at Wrestlution X many believe they are going to see the same two men fight again. The people that hold those beliefs are dead wrong.

The Monster: This is the same fight, but these are not the same stakes, and you should rest assured that these are not the same people.

The Monster: Tobin Frost pushed a man to his edge. Tobin Frost created a monster. Tobin Frost created The Monster.

The Monster: And now The Monster is back to turn Tobin Frost into a version of himself that no person that has ever claimed to love Tobin Frost or be a friend to Tobin Frost will recognize.

The Monster: This fight isn't about a championship. It's not about proving who's best. This fight is about a transformation Tobin Frost. I'm going to apply enough pressure to crack the diamond. I'm going to break you.

The Monster steps into the light, but with his hoodie pulled up over his head his face may still as well be masked.

The Monster: And I'm going to make you stare into my face as I do it....

With that the scene fades out.

The Camera pans to the announce team!  

	What does he mean by that!
	One can only assume it isn't good!

Ryu sits in front of his locker thinking about his final match. He looks through the various pictures he keeps with him.

The first is a picture of himself an Dimsmore, Ryu is pictured wearing the Tiger Mask over his Illuminati mask, Dimsmore is over-dramatically screaming next to him.

The next picture is of Ryu, Matsuda, and Mugen at a house show spitting three different colors of poison mist in the ring.

The next is a picture of himself and Pugh running away from a monstrous woman, with a buckets of popcorn in hand, looks of terror in their eyes.

The last image is one of Ryu and Dupree in training gear inside the Pepperton Dungeon shaking hands. Ryu nods as he goes through his wrestling memories and smiles.

He closes his locker and gets ready to make his way down to the ring.

The Camera pans to the announce team!  

	The Twlight of Ryu is upon is!! A Last hurrah if you will!
	3 Cheers for Trash, may you never ever return!

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The Camera pans to the announce team!  

	It's the end!
	Mercifully!

A silver King Ranch F-150 pulls into the parking lot of OCW's Wrestlution show. Lifted a bit with 35" Nitto tires, it blows past the superstar entrance and parks in a way that takes up almost three parking spots.

The driver side door opens and we see snake skin boots emerge before anything else. The man in those snake skin boots? He jumps down from the truck and we see it's the OCW Turmoil Heavyweight Champion.

Wearing jeans and his 'Southern Rebel' Jackson Montgomery tshirt from HausOfHoot.com, Jackson straightens himself up before reaching into the truck and pulling out a black duffel bag.

He slings it over his shoulder, shuts the truck door and makes his way towards the superstars entrance. A few fans have gathered around in hopes to see their favorite wrestlers and maybe get an autograph.

As Jackson walks past, a prepubescent boy throws a half full Mountain Dew drink at Jackson, hitting him with it. Mountain Dew goes everywhere, soaking Jackson. He runs his hands through his hair, which seems to be much longer than the last time we saw him.

Boy: You're a loser Jackson! You're not the rightful champ and you know it. B-17 should be the champion! You deserved to get kicked in the nuts again!

Behind his signature aviator sunglasses, his eyes squint as he remembers what Ashley did on the previous Turmoil. Jackson stops in his tracks, drops the duffel bag on the ground and walks over to the shouting boy. Jackson lets the boy rant a bit more.

Jackson Montgomery: You done?

Jackson raises his hand up and the boy flinches in fear he might get hit. Instead of hitting the young man, Jackson gives him double middle fingers and presses them against the boys face.

He leaves them there for a few seconds, which seems like hours to the terrified teenager. Before Jackson walks away, he pushes the kid back with said double birds.Jackson then walks bag to his bag and picks it up, then heads towards the door.

As he approaches, the door man stops Jackson by reaching his arm out with an open palm and places it on Jackson's chest, forcing him to stop. Jackson lets out a sigh and reaches up and takes his sunglasses off.

Door Man: Name?

Jackson Montgomery: You can't be serious.

Door man: NAME?!

Jackson sighs again before reaching into the duffel and pulling out the Turmoil Championship. The door man quickly realizes his mistake and starts to bumble and stutter.

Door man: O-oh my gosh. I-I-I’m so sorry. Right this way.

The man opens the door and without incident, Jackson walks through it. Before he can get much further, Jim Black comes up, microphone in hand.

Jim: Jackson! Jackson! A quick word. You've been the Turmoil Champion for a month now and you're going to defend that title here at OCW’s biggest show of the year. With Tank, Kass, and technically Jimmy, the odds of retaining aren't in your favor. Thoughts?

Jackson chuckles a bit and strokes his beard, almost wringing out the leftover soda. His hand soaking wet with Mountain Dew, he places it on the shoulder of Jim Black.

Jackson Montgomery: Well Jim, I'm doing what every great champion has done before a big match. I'm not thinking of the past. I'm not thinking of the other three losers, who couldn't hold my jock strap, that held this belt before me. I'm holding it now and I'll be holding it after the night is over and that's all that matters.

Jim Black gets a disgusted look on his face as Jackson wipes his hand down Jims jacket, smearing in Mountain Dew. Jackson laughs a bit under his breath before adjusting the bag on his shoulder.

Jim Black: Anything to say to Ashley who, if you recall, kicked you in, well, your nether regions?

The smug smirk on Jackson's face quickly turns to a scowl.

Jackson Montgomery: If I recall? IF I RECALL?! You're damn right I recall! That bitch is going to get hers. Not in a way where I actually bring physical harm to her; I'm not Big Ed. But in a way where I know it will really hurt her.

Jackson Montgomery: She's going to have to sit backstage and watch me beat B-17 so bad he will want to stay gone for another month. B-17 has never seen this side of JackMo before. I hold the most precious prize of Turmoil and I'll be damned if I'm going to let it go. My cold, dead hands Jim. They will have to pry this championship from my cold dead hands! Now, if you'll excuse me, I've a rather important date later tonight.

Jackson shoves Jim Black against the wall and turns from the camera. The cameraman zooms in as Jackson walks down the hall, finally disappearing around a corner.

The Camera pans to the announce team!  

	Champs ready to rumble tonight!
	He better be, B17 and Kassidy Hayes aren't push overs!