As Turmoil goes live, Guy Boone and Satoru Kobayashi stand in the ring, Guy holding a microphone.

Guy: Ladies and Gentlemen of Turmoil, get ready, because you're about to see these two men change OCW forev-

The lights flicker with the thunder clap and die down, a single spotlight shining onto the Turmoil stage as Jakub De'Relic slowly walks out, dressed in white tights and a white hoodie, flanked by Jason Williams, Nate Dunn and Matt Mercer, the latter all wearing gray ring gear, Mercer trunks while the others tights. De'Relic freezes as he reaches the ramp, slowly spreading his arms wide and soaking in his surroundings, head slowly thrown back, before he brings a microphone to his upwards facing mouth.

Jakub De'Relic: And so he said: I will send rain on the earth; and I will blot out from the face of the land every living thing that is filled with impurity.

De'Relic lowers his arms and faces forward, beginning to slowly walk to the ring, Williams, Dunn and Mercer following.

De'Relic: Our world is ravaged by darkness. Theft. Murder. Rape. The once untouchable forbidden fruit now litters our streets as every man, woman and child has taken a bite out to satiate their thirst for bloodlust. Our society has spouted claims such as "God is Dead", to which I say God is not dead...God has abandoned us. The creatures that were made in his own image have turned to destroy all that is good. And now, there is no God...there is simply me. In a world of alcoholics, junkies, killers and rapists, I am a just man, an honorable man...the final act of God…

De'Relic drops his microphone and points to the ring, where Dunn and Mercer quickly slide in, tearing off their jackets. A referee is in the ring and calls for the bell, when Guy Boone quickly runs at Mercer, only to be caught with a jumping high knee, the One Tap. Boone is seemingly unconscious from the impact of the almost seven footers knee connecting with his jaw, and Mercer drags the lifeless body to its corner, throwing it at Kobayashi with enough force to knock the latter from the apron, also resulting in a tag. As Satoru regains his bearings on the outside of the ring, Dunn slips off his apron and stalks him as he gets to his knees, delivering a stiff running kick to the side of his head, before rolling him back into the ring, and returning to his corner. In the ring, Mercer lifts a twitching Kobayashi over one shoulder as though for a back suplex, before walking over to his corner and tagging in Dunn, who ascends to the top rope, where he jumps off to deliver a legdrop to the raised Satoru, while Mercer drops Kobayashi to the mat. Dunn covers Kobayashi for a three count, and they are quickly joined in the ring by De'Relic and Williams, De'Relic once again holding a microphone.

De'Relic: And now, I deliver your absolution…

Boone is shown attempting to crawl over to his motionless partner, but he is quickly grabbed by Mercer and lifted for a powerbomb. Williams has climbed the ropes and dives off to hit an elbow on the held Boone, as Mercer also drops Guy with a powerbomb that send Guy's legs over his head. Dunn then snags Boone as though for a wheelbarrow, swinging him towards De'Relic who catches the latter with two knees to the chest. De'Relic snaps back to his feet, both Boone and Kobayashi motionless at his feet, Williams, Dunn and Mercer crowding around him as he raises the microphone to his mouth one last time.

De'Relic: Let it be known that from this day forth...the Rains of Cleansing fall on OCW…

A clap of thunder is heard and the stables theme begins to play, the screen fading to black.

We open inside a NYC catholic church's general use facility. Inside we see a motley collection of people sitting in a circle, drinking coffee, and looking generally depressing. That's right folks, you're watching an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting in progress on Turmoil! Take that Riot! One of these sad, pieces of human garbage is the middle of his spiel. Let's listen in.

Loser #1: So that's pretty much it. I went from a well respected fourth grade teacher in Las Vegas to a sex offender. Peach schnapps...sweet, sweet delicious peach schnapps... I'd have a few before class every morning and before I knew it, I was jerking off on the playground during recess.

Loser #2: Thanks for sharing Adam. Who else would like to speak?

A rather rotund, dark skinned fellow with a thick New York accent begins to speak.

Loser #3: Yo son, snap, crackle, and pop b! I off the chain! Scoot scoot! Hoot! Woo, woo, woo! Aww yeah feelies! How it be, yous guys? Peace and love yo! Don't even now! Ambition!!!!!! Where you at?!!!! Nate Ortiz!!! Ayyyyyyyeeeeee yeah fool! Hootie hoo!

Loser #2: Thank you Jay. As always, your words are inspiring.

This Jay fellow jiggles his titties and smiles.

Loser #3 (Jay): Old school!!!! This how it be!!! Sadatay my brother, sadatay. I'll sine you all down on the tippy tine. Tippy tine now! 

Loser #2: Of course. Tippy tine to you as well Jay. Would anyone else like to share?

Before any of these genetic rejects can speak, our protagonist, Gentleman Jack raises his hand.

Jack: Yeah, is he ok?

Loser #2: Ok is a relative term, ya know? It's a sad story really. You see he...

Jack: Yeah I don't care anymore. He's not like feral or anything is he?

Jay as he jiggles his titties once more: Don't bane the dillies! Leepa tine on my clemmon dees. Penna tine on my damie kays; Ima crighty pooster, ima crighty pooster!!!

Jack: Ok! Ok! You're a crighty pooster! I give up!

Jay smiling in victory: Sa Da Tay!!!

Loser #2: So, what brings you here today? Would you like to share?

Jack: Share? Oh no, I'm not a miserable piece of **** like you all. I'm just here trying to find somebody. Goofy, Opie Taylor on steroids looking mother. Goes by the name of Tank. Have you seen him?

Loser #2: Sir, we couldn't share that info with you if we wanted. This is alcoholics anonymous. We take the anonymous part very seriously.

Jack: No, no! I get it! Total respect for the anonymity. Big fan of the anonymity! But you see, Tank is my friend and I'm scared he may be in danger. You see, he isn't acting like himself lately. He needs his support system to help him out ya know?

Loser #2: I'm sorry sir, I still can't help you.

Jack smirks as he pulls out his cell phone.

Jack: Here's the deal drunky. I know Tank's been here. You think this is the first AA meeting I've been to this week? Hell no! I've been all over this cesspool trying to find this coward! I know this is the closest meeting to his work. The fool had to have been here at some point. So how about you look through that foggy memory of yours and tell me where he is, ok?

Loser #2: Sir, I really can't share that kind of info...

Jack: Ok, you got principals. I get it, no problem. But here's the thing. I'm not really the one that wants to find him. You see, I'm doing this for another friend. And if I have to call my other friend, you are so not going to have a good evening.

Loser #2: I really can't help you. In fact I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Adam: This conflict is getting me turned on. Would anyone mind if I masturbate quietly in the corner?

Adam farts as the group looks at him in disgust.

Jack: Okie dokie. This has been fun but I got to see a guy about a thing and all sorts of crap so I need to wrap this up. Cool?

Jack takes his cell phone and dials.

Jack: Yeah, they're being total dicks. Can you deal with this? My head is killing me and these losers are really making me jones for a drink. Just come in and do your thing. Oh and don't worry about the blood. Catholics dig that stuff.

Jack ends the call and slides the phone into his jeans. He leans back in his chair, sips his coffee and smiles. He stretches out his legs and just stares into the distance with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Jack: You know, this next part, is easily my favorite part. I mean the travel, the money, the women, blah, blah, blah. It's fun, don't get me wrong. But this next part? This next part is my jam.

The group looks around confused as Jack checks his watch.

Jack: By the way, is there a decent place to get a bite to eat around here?

Lady Loser #1: There's a nice deli a block over.

Jack: Ah! Deli! How perfectly New York! Thanks sweetheart. By the way, you should duck.

Jack takes another sip of his coffee as the woman slowly and confusingly begins to duck down. As other members of the group begin to do the same, Jack interjects.

Jack: No, no, now. Only the nice lady gets to duck. Unless one of you knows where to get some Thai food around here. I could really go for Thai.

The other members raise back up and quietly just shake their heads in confusion with each other.

Jack: No? No Thai? Oh well.

As Jack takes another sip of coffee, the door is violently knocked off its hinges. In steps the mountain of a man known as Big Ed. Ed grabs the leader of the group known as Loser #2 and choke slams him to the ground. This causes the dark skinned, rotund gentleman known as Jay to jiggle his titties once more, though this time its in fear.

Jay: Eddie Dee, you're a baddy daddy lamatai tabby chai! I'm going to sine your pitty on the runny kine! 

Ed smiles and clothesline the rotund man out of his shoes. Oh wait, he wasn't wearing shoes. That's just tightly rolled newspaper. Jack looks to the woman he told to duck moments ago.

Jack: This is the part where you run out of the room screaming for your life dear.

Jack takes another sip of coffee and checks his watch again as the lady loser runs away in fear.

Adam: This is so hot!

As Ed continues to dominate the nameless, faceless, losers, the drunk known as Adam goes to the corner and begins to masturbate vigorously.

Jack: Good god, Ed he's about to make it Xander Rane. Do something.

Ed gives the masturbating man known as Adam the big boot. The masturbating man goes down hard, dick still in hand.

Jack: Well that's dedication.

As Ed begins to lay waste to the other half dozen or so members of the group, Jack gets up and walks over to the leader of the meeting whom Ed layed out earlier.

Jack: So, Tank, have you seen him? Where does he live? When will he be back?

Jack leans over the man's body, pressing his ear closely. The man is clearly out cold and can't respond. Jack takes the remainder of his coffee and pours it on the man's face. Hey what do you know, it burned the piss out of him and woke him up.

Jack: You know what, don't bother responding. Just tell Tank the next time you see him that he's looking for answers in the wrong places. Maybe tell him the church isn't for him. Maybe he should be someplace a little less, I dunno, rapey? Tell him to come home to the Gentleman's Club and everything will be hunky dory ok? All he has to do is put on a t shirt and this is all over. Did you know that's what this about??? You're going to me visibly scarred for life because that goofy prick wouldn't wear a t shirt! How nuts is that?

Loser #2: You're crazy! 

Jack: Motivated! The word is motivated!

The body of one of Ed's victim's flies overhead as we hear more random screams of pain from the monumental beast's victims. Jack just smiles to himself as he get's his giant's attention.

Jack: Alright big guy, let's wrap this up. Don't forget, you have to stomp Kassidy at some point tonight. We can't keep him waiting too long.

Big Freaking Ed: After I beat him, can we get pancakes? And whores? I'm in the mood for pancakes and pussy.

Jack: I'll buy you all the pancakes and pussy you can eat pal! Anything for you Ed! Anything!

Ed smiles as he walks over to the rotund drunk known as Jay. As the giant is about to pick him up, Jack stops him.

Jack: You know what? I bet that pudgy, brown asshole knows exactly where to get pancakes and pussy. Let's take him with us.

Big Freaking Ed: You just like it when he jiggles his titties.

Jack simply shrugs.

Jack: What can I say? I'm a romantic.

Ed slings jiggle titty over his shoulders and as he and Jack exit the church. As they walk away Jack looks up to Ed and speaks.

Jack: That was fun! Are you having fun yet?

Big Ed: It had it's moments.

Jack: Just wait buddy, just wait...

Fin

Sebastian Abbott sat in the corner of the locker room a towel draped over his head as he watched highlights of a sport from a different country on his phone.

A notification went off and he got up and did some stretches, a soft knock at the door caused him to stop.

Seb: Yes?

The door opened and an odd looking red headed kid walked in.

Seb: Ah Ginger, what can I help you with?

Ginger: Last week you said you were going to beat Jacob Trance but you didn't. Thoughts?

Seb clearly didn't like this question because he grabbed at his ribs.

Seb: Tonight I get to put the screws to some vampy goth kid who hangs out with two clowns, a giant space monkey and an even creepier goth chick.

Ginger: So you're just not going to give me your thoughts on last week?

Seb: I lost, Trance won. Move on.

Ginger: Ok then, so Vincent Winters tonight. I don't need your thoughts on that now.

Seb: Clearly. Look I need to go out there and smash Vincent's skull with my trusty elbow here.

Abbott smacked his elbow and pushed his way past Ginger and out the locker room door.

Sebastian Abbott stood in the ring mic in hand, his music died as he lifted the mic to his mouth.

Seb: Looks like it's all set Dennis. Now I know you're not here tonight and that you're actually on an island that's a former leper colony... Did Madison give you something? 

The crowd laughed a little and started a weak HPV chant. Abbott ushered them to silence.

Seb: Back on to why I'm out here. Gretc- the TV title will have a new home come the end of King of OCW. I will be your new TV cham-

The Xtron flared to life and staring back at Seb was Dennis Black and Madison Cox. She appeared to have an alcoholic beverage in hand while Dennis was fanning her with a giant leaf. 

Seb: Speak of the devil.

Madison: You look like the devil. Creepy looking son of a -

Dennis stopped fanning and waved her down.

Dennis: Come King of OCW, Abbott, I'll still be the reigning, still defending TV champion.

A majority of the crowd cheered at this, while the Abbott cheer squad started up the HPV chant.

Madison: It's not HPV!

This time the whole crowd roared with laughter.


Dennis: Abbott, we're both here in Hawaii because I’m a hard worker. Four shows last week. Savage Lands against Trance, Riot against Cobra, Turmoil against Kassidy Hayes, and Asylum against Gibbs. So this is an earned vacation. And MY health is one hundred percent clean, no STIs' here. One must be sexually active to catch such diseases. And me? I’m far too focused on wrestling for anything else right now. 

Seb: Whatever, I don't need to hear about your venereals. Wait...unless you’re...you’re………. A VIRGIN?! God’s man! How old are you?!

Dennis: I...shut up!! 

Dennis waved the Brit away and stormed to the left, out of the view of the camera, leaving Madison glaring at the camera.

Madison: Abbott! Look what you've done! You have ruined our holiday with talks of disease. Have you no shame? Of course you don’t...but you will know humility. Good luck. 

She winked before the Xtron died and the lights went out.

Malu stands in the ring mic in hand looking toward the entrance ramp as he begins to speak.

Malu: Tick tock, tick tock. The clock is ticking on you Jackson. In a few short weeks you and I will stand across the ring from each other for the Turmoil Championship. Unlike the last time we faced off, when I’m done tossing you from pillar to post I’ll pin you or better yet I’ll make you say I give up.

Malu smiles.

Malu: That would make everyone happy wouldn’t it. To see this fat man who lost do Dustin “Freaking” White become their champion. You know what on the subject of Dustin I have to give it up to him. He sure can take an ass whooping. He took his whooping and walked away with the W. Kid if you’re listing you won’t get off half as easy the next time I see you.

Malu: Regardless of last week I’m your number 1 contender Turmoil. And I’m going to put championship gold back on the waist of this wrecking ball. But tonight I’m is not that night. Tonight I’m going to shut up a rookie who doesn’t know when to quit. It will truly be an honor to make you...

Before Malu can continue the music of Jackson Montgomery grabs his attention.

Jackson walks out onto the stage, twirling his microphone. He soaks in the boos for a minute before looking around to the crowd and bringing the mic up

Jackson Montgomery: Blah blah blah. You think I come to Turmoil every week, even when I'm not booked, to make sure you idiots like me? I don't care what you ball lickers think of me! The only thing I care about is right here around my perfect waist. Jackson taps on the Turmoil Heavyweight Championship. I'm not here for you losers anyway. I'm here for a specific loser. King of the losers himself, Malu.

The crowd starts booing at Jackson's last remark about Malu which causes him to lower his mic and wait for all the noise to die down.

Jackson Montgomery: Now that we're done hearing from the peanut gallery, back to what was I was saying. Malu, you haven't impressed me one bit since you've showed up here. I will admit, you pushed 'ol JackMo pretty hard last time we met, but in the end, I pushed harder. Kassidy Hayes pushed harder. Bray Spur pushed harder...once. Even DUSTIN WHITE pushed harder! Nothing against the poor man's Gentleman Jack but c'mon Malu! You're supposed to be a beast. Lately though, all I've seen you beasting is the catering table.

Jackson Montgomery: BUT! You're only win happens to be the most important. Number one contender! Can you count that high? Just follow me. Put up one finger, Jackson raises his hand, then his middle finger and say "one"! Good job Malu! So now that it looks like I'll be facing you again, I'll make sure history repeats itself. I've brought a sense of pride, prestige and credibility to this championship and I'll be damned if the island version of Bill Ding is the one to take it away. I'd say pack a lunch because you're about to go for a long ride, but chances are you'd eat it before we left the parking lot. See you soon!

Jackson lowers his mic as his music hits all the while smiling back at Malu before the scene fades to black.