The camera zooms away from ringside and then it pans to the top of the arena the Lynch Mob is having a blast in the new fan experience zone that has been dubbed "The Field".

The party has kicked into high gear following Smythe D. Wonder's victory over a red hot Kassidy Hayes. Every fan in the field is wearing a black Lynch Mob T-shirt as the camera zooms in to see Dorian Arnaud and Blue Diamond sitting back in lazy boy chairs among the madness.

Blue: I hope you just witnessed why Smythe D. Wonder is the biggest name in OCW today. What a match. What a comeback!!! We told you all we see is victims. Kassidy is lucky we didn't make him leave this arena in a stretcher.

Arnaud: How tough is the legend? Well it's simple he can't be beat... and next week we'll show them rooks why two members of Krutches, Krosses, Kaskets is better than one.

Again the Lynch Mob floods the screen as the crowd ramps up at Dorian hyping next weeks tag match

Blue: I also heard the Bombshells have been dumped for the Maidens of the Mat. I will be the Diamond of the mat once I get to Turmoil next week. And, just to prove my precious metal I challenge any MoM to come down to that ring on Turmoil and meet the Appraiser live and direct.

Another monster uproar from the crowd as the Lynch Mob is getting to extreme levels

Blue: Krutches, Krosses, Kaskets.... Krutches, Krosses, Kaskets!!!

Arnaud: All we see is Victims!!!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a development!
	Turmoil is gonna be interesting!

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Illuminati vs The Monster

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He done it!
	What? I can't hear you!

Who would have thought "Flyboy" Buddy Burns the emcee. Yet here he is... in the studio about to record his first record, a diss track at that. For the last few days he's been in his motel room writing his so called masterpiece.

(Montage plays of Buddy writing, erasing, regarding and disregarding papers, using a dictionary, a thesaurus and a "Rap 4 Dummies" guide by Herc Kool, then finally settling on a final draft.)

His mysterious contact from last week got in touch with him via throwing a black bag over his head, tossing him in the back of a van and bringing him here. All he knows right now is that he's in some fancy studio surrounded by hoodlums and gangsters two-three times his size.

Out of place is a short older black man with black leather gloves sitting in a comfortable chair smoking a flavored cigar. The older man nods only slightly to a large black man with two large and expensive chains around his neck standing in the back of the room. They are most likely the owners of this here establishment.

Quickly bringing himself back into focus Buddy clears his throat and adjusts his headphones. Inside the booth he feels safe, confident even. Deep down he knows anything he records will be better than YSL's diss track. The engineer taps on the glass and Buddy gives him a nod in a approval. The beat drops and Buddy spits that hot fire...

(Autotune) YSL die in hell...busta ass busta bitch!

Yo...Yo...Yo....
Ya rhymes be rhymeless, mine be timeless, call me ya Highness

Flyness...

Lawl, i got ya girl on call wit my balls in her jaws
She be like "Daddy...daddy how you ten feet tall?!"

Bitch I ball!

HaaaaaahaaaaHaaaaaaaaaa.....

She's wack but your the wackest, seriously theeeeee wackest... wit like three kays
Saw ya entourage wearin' shirts with arrows that say...."He's Gay!".

That was just Yesterday.
You ain't nice, stick to pok' fry rice, stay off mics...or pay the price

(Autotune) YSL die in hell...busta ass busta bitch!

The camera fades as Buddy really gets into it, so does the entire studio. The full diss track will be available for release via your nearest bodega or corner store in 15 minutes.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	If this beef gets a behind the music, I am done!
	Don't front!, you know I got cha Opin, Charles!

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Jacob Trance vs K.Dangelo

The camera pans to the announce team.

	An emphatic victory.
	I don't belive it!

The crowd is still roaring and rowdy after the match. As the music dies down, the crowd hears someone tapping on the mic. As the tapping ends, a voice echoes through the speakers.

Tank: Hey! Call ya here me out there?

With a sudden turn, Tank's entrance music begins to play, the man walking out onto the stage holding said mic.

Tank: Cut my music!

With the music cutting out, the arena is filled with boes. Tank begins to wave towards himself, embracing the hate. He slowly begins walking down towards the ring still waving with both hands to himself, smirking and laughing right in the faces of the ramp seated fans. As he reaches the beginning of the mats, he stops and looks around, quickly bringing the mic to his mouth.

Tank: OH SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY!!!

The booes get more intense, shouting all types of different of curse words and insults. Tank shouts insults back at them before speaking into the mic.

Tank: Well, this is Riot huh? Doesn't look all too impressive. And this is where the supposed best are?

Tank moves to the steel steps and heads up to the apron to the symphony of anger. He moves into the ring to speak to the audience.

Tank: Ya know... a few years ago, I was working in the indies, busting my ass, told I wasn't ever gonna make it to the big times. They told me I was too brutal, that I put too many people in the hospital after matches. I'll tell all of you right now, I got fired from that promotion... Oh yea I did... I bet you wanna see me get fired from this one as well huh?

The crowd cheers at this statement, starting in on a "Fire Tank" chant. Tank chuckles a bit as he walks around the ring, raising a finger to the crowd.

Tank: What? You think OCW is gonna listen to you nitwits? No, the truth is they want, hell, they need someone like me to come in and hurt people! It's what I do best. See I grew up in Allentown, a stones throw away from the ECW arena. And I would go every week and I'd watch the greats of hardcore wrestling. I learned the business by picking their brains and now look at me. Wrestling in the best promotion, on the better show, OCW Turmoil!

The crowd booes again, the chants now moving into "Turmoil sucks! Turmoil Sucks! Turmoil sucks!"

Tank: Turmoil is the future of OCW! You people are gonna just have to like it! We are the new breed, the next generation, and we don't need gimmicks like an old as hell champion with a diva complex! I am the Tank! I hurt people! You out there better believe one thing and only thing only! Win! Lose! Or Draw! Now that Turmoil finally has the talent, Riot is catchin' a beatin'!!!

Tank's music cuts on and he tosses the mic away, heads out up the ring, up the ramp, and flips off the entire crowd before heading backstage.