As we return all our much needed focus back to the ring, Our Humble Hero awaits patiently laying down on top of the corner turnbuckle cleaning the mic of lint balls. Heather was leaning in the corner, texting away on her cell phone. He then looks up at the X-Tron and sees himself. As he takes his time fixing his own through the screen the crowd erupts with boos.

Dennis: I'll wait.

Ascension of boos fills The Garden as he hops down from the turnbuckle and walks to the center of the ring with a disgusting smile on his face. He looks directly into the camera….

Dennis: Thank you.

The crowd quiets down slowly as he puts the finishing touches to his hair Our Humble Hero speaks.

Dennis: Amazing. It took you guys this long to FINALLY fall in line without me having to say much of anything.

Dennis: But before I go any further. Who pay these Riot crew members their salary? How dare they give this Triple Crown Champion…

Dennis:Yeah, I said it. TRIPLE Crown Champion a dirty mic? Turmoil wouldn't dare do this to me. Over there, they know how to treat a Champion. But then again, Turmoil has been spoiled by their World Champions. I mean, their Champion can speak english, isn’t sixty, or wears clown make up to the ring.

Dennis: Now now, I didn’t mean to upset anyone. Just that….people on the red brand have a hard time swallowing the truth. Eventually, they all swallow the bitter truth. Speaking of swallowing…

Dennis and the cameraman both turn their attention to Heather. She saunters over after he motions for her to join him in the center of the ring.

Dennis: Heather, I wanted to tell you here and now just how much i’ve valued having you at my side. This business relationship has been a successful venture. You’re on the cusp of a women’s title match, in my humble opinion. But more importantly, together, we accomplished what we set out to do.

Dennis: Improve standing within this company while making H20’s life a living hell. He’s a shell of his former self and can no longer call himself the head rookie. For that, will always be synonymous with my rookie campaign...the greatest this company has ‘ever’ or WILL EVER SEE! Ahem…

Dennis holds his hand out for Heather and she accepts it with a smile. Her smile turns to a grimace as he squeezes on her hand.

Dennis: But then you take it upon yourself to speak with my enemies to suit your needs. This partnership was about MY ascension and MY titles, not anyone else's needs! H20 is finished! So Heather, quite frankly. You’ve outlived your use to me.

Dennis: And you know what happens to people that are no longer useful to me….

Heather’s eyes widened as Dennis dropped the mic.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a son of a bitch!
	I never thought I would be glad to see him!

A camera pans in on rodger a irs agent who is wearing a nice fitted suit with a briefcase in his hand is walking up to a luxurious house when he gets to the door he rings the doorbell once.

Rodger: Hello is there anyone home?

??????: No.

Rodger is angered by this answer from the homeowner and begins to pound on the door loudly.

Rodger: I know you're in there!

Rodger: So please don't make me do this.

??????: Do what?

Rodger: Call the cops, and make them bust this door down.

The homeowner, then mutters in a worried tone of voice.

??????: chill Rodger I’ll open up the door just give me a sec.

Rodger stops pounding the door, and after a few seconds you can hear the door lock click as it is unlocked, and the door is then opened by a man wearing brightly colored T-shirt, and pants.

Rodger: Can I please talk business inside your house please sir.

Kwan Watts: yes sir make yourself right at home after you just threatened me.

Kwan watts and Rodger make their way into kwan's living room and both take a seat in chairs facing each other with a table in between which Roger puts his briefcase on, and opens then takes out kwan's tax papers.

Roger: Let's get to the point Kwan you owe the irs a lot of money okay.

Kwan Watts: How much we talking here Rodger?

Rodger: you owe us 100 million dollars

Kwan starts to laugh at Rodger, which Rodger is in dismayed by.

Kwan Watts: Nah for real Rodger how much do I really owe the irs.

Rodger: I’m sorry Kwan I wish I was lying to you but you owe us 100 million.

Kwan watts: I pay you in monopoly money right

Rodger starts to shake his head at Kwan, because of his failure to understand

Rodger: Listen Kwan you owe us 100 million in real money no lie.

Kwan Watts: How do you expect me to pay for this Rodger after my wrestling career stopped and the royalties from the Kwan dance stopped coming in the mail.

Rodger: That's for you to figure out Kwan I’m just here to get the money

Kwan sat there and puts his hand on his forehead trying to figure how he should pay this off he does this for about a minute.

Kwan Watts: I guess my only option would be to sell this house and get back into the squared circle.

Rodger: That would almost work but this house is only worth 90 million so how would you come up with the other 10.

Kwan Watts: The 90 mill would get you guys off my back for awhile in in the meantime if I could get the OCW world heavyweight title I could sell it which would pay off the 10 mill I would owe.

Rodger: That would work Kwan.

Kwan, and Rodger both stand up, and shake hands to the agreement of the payment.

Rodger: you got 72 hours to get out of the house Kwan.

Kwan Watts: Okay you got it.

Kwan Watts Then looks and points to the camera

Kwan Watts: Be ready Riot locker room, because Kwannnnnn Wattssssss is back.

Camera Fades to black while Kwan begins to pack his belongings.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He's Back BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH
	He better watch his back BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH

H20 vs Flipp Goodwin Gable

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Right on the button!
	Pin Point Precision!

Recorded earlier in the day

Jackson Montgomery isn’t in the locker room. He isn’t in the building. He isn’t even near the arena tonight. He’s in his shotty motel room, pacing back and forth in front of the TV, which is airing a Turmoil episode that is a few weeks old. Jackson is wearing nothing but camouflage boxer briefs and holding his iPhone 4 in his hand, impatiently tapping it on his other hand. A few minutes go by and he unlocks the phone by typing in his PIN code, 6969. He hits a button, then another and holds it up to his ear. After a few rings, a voicemail greeting plays.

Voicemail: Heeeey! I’m not near my phone at the moment and to be honest, if I am near my phone, I’m probably screening my calls. Leave a message! KTHXBYE!

Jackson: Hey it’s me again. Look, I need you to call me back. It’s important!

Jackson hangs up and tosses the phone on the bed and heads toward the closet. He begins to get dressed first by putting on a sleeveless Lynyrd Skynyrd shirt.

He grabs his tattered jeans and gets one leg in when ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ begins blaring from his phone. In a rush, he hurries towards the bed, trips and falls, bounces off the mattresses and slamming back first into the night stand. Unphased, he jumps up and grabs the phone.

Jackson: Hello?!

Jim Black: Jackson! Hey bud, it’s Jim Black. Listen…

Jackson: Dammit Jim! I don’t have time to talk to you. I’m waiting on a very important call! I’ll see you at the arena.

Jim: You know you have call waiting right?

Jackson: That’s what I said. I’m waiting on a call and I can’t be talking to you. YOU’RE WASTING MY MINUTES!

Jackson hangs up as forcefully as you can on a touch screen and lies back on the bed to catch his breath. He then stands up and continues to get dressed.

He puts on his boots, grabs him Rev Inc camo hat, his duffel bag and truck keys and heads out the door. He tosses the bag into the bed of his truck and climbs inside.

He heads down the driveway and remembers he left his phone. The brakes on his F150 lock up and Jackson throws it into reverse, full speed. Jackson damn near drives the truck through the door of his motel room before stopping. He bursts through the door and rushes to his phone. One missed call.

Jackson: SON OF A BITCH!

Just then, on the television, Gentleman Jack and Dennis Black flash across the screen. Without hesitation, Jackson grabs the TV and throws it through the front window of his room causing it crash onto the ground outside in a hail of broken glass. An elderly couple are walking by with their ice bucket and look inside, visibly shaken.

Jackson: DENNIS BLACK RUINED MY LIFE!

Old Man: Darn kids and their drugs.

Jackson picks up the phone again and makes a call.

Jackson:Pick up, pick up. Sh*t. Voicemail. Hey! I need your help. No one knows Dennis Black or Big Ed better than you. Call me back!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Fight the good fight!
	Jackson will rise again!

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