As the crowd gave a mixed response to his actions, Dennis points at a section within the audience that held up Dennis Black signs. Dennis repeatedly raised his arms in the air, hoping to get a louder response from the section and those around it. But, the young and inebriated woman that was obviously attracted to Dennis assumed he wanted something more.

Much more...

The woman lifts her top, which causes the audience to erupt. By fa, the most over person in all of OCW this week.

Dennis blushed furiously. Being the innocent young man that he is, Dennis shields his eyes as he whispers.

Dennis: Oh god...Madison might kill me.

Finally, he’s handed a mic from the outside. He clears his throat and walks to the center of the ring.

Dennis: So uh...yea! That’s fine. I mean...she’s fine. Damnit!!

Dennis clears his throat before starting over.

Dennis: I mean…’that’ is going to be a fine to the network. Apologies for that, and i also need to apologize for interrupting this great match. But I had things I needed to get off my chest!

With the mic in hand, Dennis walks over to the ropes facing the X-Tron. He looks down at Sebastion Abbot who was nursing a headache on the outside of the ring.

Dennis: THAT was for taking your sweet sweet time to help me last week against the skulls, jerk. You may as well have just watched the beating from the stage. And Ed? Well...Ed is also a jerk. Speaking of the skulls…

The arena fills resounding sounds of disapproval.

Dennis: I know I wasn’t booked tonight, but did anyone reeeeally think I wouldn’t show up? This is my home after all.

Dennis: I’m far from a Veteran. But, there are better ways to make an impact as a new guy coming in. You called me out. Said I was a paper Champ. I took offense and accepted. We did our match...you lost. Our business should have concluded there. But…

The audience quiets down.

Dennis: The three of you decided to put me through a table. So now, i’m thinking. Maybe I need to make an appearance in the qualifiers tonight and cost the two of you shots at making it to the next round of the tournament.

Dennis smirks.

Dennis: I’d watch my back if i were you. Wrestle your matches tonight with eyes in the back of your heads. Abbot and Donkey Kong didn’t see me coming, and neither will you!

As the the unforgettable song of the newcomers play, Jakub De'Relic walks out on stage, flanked by Nate Dunn. De'Relic twirls a microphone in his hands as he walks down the ramp.

De'Relic: How petty...how petty it is for a man with power to allow his mind to be filled with the toxins of obsession and vengeance. A champion needs to lead by example, a lion need not concern himself with the words of maggots! But Dennis, we're not out here to judge you. No, your judgment has been carried out by a power far greater than you or I... I am here...to save you.

De'Relic and Dunn now enter the ring, De'Relic coming face to face with Dennis.

De'Relic: The men of the Rogue Convoy have all fought the demons of their lives, not one of them is pure, each is seeking salvation...

De'Relic clasps Dennis firmly on the shoulder.

De'Relic: Dennis...join us. Free yourself from the devils crawling on your shoulders, leave behind the hatred, join us in a quest for purity, allow the Rains of Cleansing to wash away your sins!

Dennis hesitated for a moment, unsure if the devil being referred to was his manager or his temper. He then raised the mic to his lips.

Dennis: I’ve been on a quest for purity since I arrived to OCW. In fact, i’m the definition of purity. Both in the way I live my life and the way I compete in this ring. Turmoil’s Ring….’MY’ ring. With all due respect, friend.

Dennis took a few steps back.

Dennis: I’m going to have to decline. Madison are doing just fine on our own. Buuuut seeing as how i’m not scheduled to compete this fine evening and neither are you, how about we upstage the main event? That’s kinda my thing.

De'Relic: It saddens me, Dennis. It saddens me that a representative of our company, of our livelihood is unable to see the light shining into his face. But if a match is what you desire, then a match is what you shall receive.

De'Relic slowly lowers his microphone, as Dennis begins to grin, when Nate Dunn steps in front of De'Relic. Dunn's bloodshot eyes make contact with Dennis', an extremely brief look of intimidation flashes over Dennis' face, seeing there is clearly something not right with Dunn, but it quickly vanishes as Dennis gets himself ready for the match.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	All hell is breaking out here on Turmoil tonight.
	If KD was here, he take them all to the GARDEN.

	Looks like Dennis vs Nate Dunn is going to happen.
	This should be a good match.

(Non Title)

Dennis Black

vs

Nate Dunn

The camera pans to the announce team.

	A statement has been made tonight.
	I wonder what is going to go down next?

Turmoil returns from a commercial break to show Stacy Clark standing idly by in front of the camera.

Stacy Clark: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Bray S. Spur!

The Broken Spirit approaches Stacy, head down with his hood over his head, looking more "broken" than usual.

Stacy Clark: Bray, later on, you’ll face Kassidy Hayes, a former OCW champion. What’s your game plan heading into this big match-up?

Bray toys with his hands for a moment before looking at Stacy. He grins and looks down at the microphone. Stacy looks at the cameraman and begins to get a bit concerned.

Bray S. Spur: Thoughts.... My thoughts. Stacy, I don’t have any thoughts heading this match. To you all, it’s just another “big match” to increase viewership of this idiotic show. But to me... To me this is a test. This is one of the biggest tests I’ve had in months ever since coming to OCW.

Bray S. Spur: Tonight, I get in the ring with a disgruntled, washed out, tattooed freak. Just happens that freak used to be the Turmoil Heavyweight Champion. See, I’m no stranger to facing champions. A few months ago, I beat Tank, another former Turmoil Heavyweight Champion. I showed that I’m more than capable of quote-unquote “hanging with the big boys”.

Bray S. Spur: And ever since then, I’ve been one of the more controversial superstars on Turmoil. Fans have singing praises of Bray this, Bray that. And you know what I did? I backed it up. Match after match after match, I dominated and beat everyone that was put in my path! And the VERY SECOND I lost to Samoan Fat-Ass, one by one, they’ve turned on me. Belittled me!

Bray S. Spur: And you have nooo idea, Stacy, what messages that sent to me. They think I’m just some other punk on the block trying to make a name for himself, by himself. They think I’m this unlikable twat. They think just because I get “no love”, that it’ll throw me off my game, cost me my sanity and lose my mind..

Bray looks at the camera. The cameraman takes a step back for... security reasons.

Bray S. Spur: Little do they know........ I’m worse than that. I’m a time bomb. Ticking away at all the superstars I face. Tick.. Tock.. Tick.. Tock.. Tick.. Tock.. Tick... Until...-

Stacy and the cameraman stagger back as Bray yells “BOOM!” at the camera. He laughs and takes the microphone from Stacy.

Bray S. Spur: See there? I know that feeling Stacy. The fear of an unstable maniac, running amok. That’s the same fear that everyone else in the locker room has. They want nothing to do with me. The fear of losing your pride... your dignity, that’s what Kassidy is going to experience tonight when I beat him and prove that I’m worthy to be in the main event scene... whether they like it or not.

Bray S. Spur: And after I beat Kass, I want EVERYONE to sit back and watch as I win the King of OCW tournament and take my place as the Best... In... The World!... Get it?

Bray stares at Stacy and she slowly nods.

Bray S. Spur: Got it?

Bray looks to the cameraman and he shakes the camera up and down.

Bray S. Spur: Good.

Bray hands the microphone back to the startled Stacy and turns to walk off, but turns back around and looks at the camera.

Bray S. Spur: And a little message for our two little virgins we call commentators: Tom Sanders and Randy Rice... Ace and I don’t know who indeed wears the pants in YOUR relationship. My assumption is it’s the girly one. Or it might be the freak, though I’m not sure which is which.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Did he just call us virgins?
	I think I need to call my good friend KD.

	At least I can nail the attractive ones. I rather chop my balls off before I let that Ace chick come anywhere near me.
	I mean she has nothing on her. Let me tell you... I've seen better legs on chickens.

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