Jackson Montgomery: SON OF A BITCH! THAT SON OF A BITCH!

Jackson tears through the backstage area like a bull in a china shop. As he makes his way down the hall, Jackson grabs anything (and anyone) and completely destroys it. He’s pushing over production carts; television equipment is shattering on the concrete floors. Jackson is fuming and you can almost see the smoke pouring from his ears. Jackson nears the catering table where Bill Ding and, surprisingly, Malu are bonding over the backstage feast. Jackson cuts the men off mid bite and flings the catering table across the hallway, food spilling out everywhere.

Malu: I take it didn’t go well out there.

Malu lets a smile escape his lips as Jackson glares at him, trying to set him ablaze with just a stare. Jackson leaves the men standing over the mess and continues down the hall. Just as he reaches the turn, Stacy Clark comes around the corner and bumps right into JackMo. Out of reaction, Jackson reaches out and grabs Stacy by the throat. He stares into her eyes for a split second before realizing what he’s doing. He quickly lets Stacy go and she starts to gasp for air. After a few coughs, she regains her composure and the professional that she is, tries to get a statement from Jackson.

Stacy Clark: *Cough* Jackson. What happened out there? *Cough* You went a bit…

Jackson cuts her off.

Jackson Montgomery: CRAZY?! You’re damn right I did. That son of a bitch Sid Harrison STOLE my opportunity to become the Turmoil Heavyweight Champion. He came out to that ring and ripped away any chance I had at getting back to the top.

Jackson Montgomery: He brought this on himself but there is one person I blame and that’s B-17! If B-17 hadn’t have brought Austin Lee and Sid Harrison into our circle, chances are we never would have had a falling out. B-17, the blood of Sid Harrison is on YOUR hands! This blood Jackson raises his own hands. is the result of a man at his wits end.

Jackson Montgomery: I will do whatever it takes to get back to the mountaintop and if that means taking Sid Harrison out to the wood shed and putting him down, so be it. If that means finding B-17 and doing the same, so be it. This won’t be the last time you hear about Jackson Montgomery being near the top of the heap. Mark my words.

Jackson Montgomery: Sorry about your throat.

Jackson plants the microphone into Stacy’s chest causing her to cough once more. She stares up at Jackson with a look of “Why” just before he pushes past her and disappears around the corner.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Thank you Jackson, from the bottom of my heart I thank you.
	We will be right back after this commerical.

Scene opens with Tom and Randy getting ready to come back from a commercial break (unaware that they already have), and next to them, Versus has taken over the bell ringers station to eat the collection of food that he's gathered from the catering table.

Tom: Um...Hi Versus.

Versus: Hi young Santa. I'll tell you what I want for Christmas in a few minutes, just gimme a second here.

Randy: The hell you doin on this show?

Versus: I'm not on the show. I'm just hanging out...they gave me and Alex Trebek this badge, so I'm good.

Randy: I'll never understand you people.

Versus stops breaking up his plants and looks at Randy perplexed.

Versus: What do you mean, "you people"?

Randy: You know, you Riot people.

Versus: That's brandism, and I'm not standing for it. What? A wrestler can't just show love to all brands by accident all messed up on weed and elephant tranqulizers? This isn't AMERICA?! Dude, all brands matter. You're ignorant man.

Randy: What!?!

Tom: Yeah...ignorant.

Randy: I have friends that are from Riot, I'm just sayin...

Versus: Pshhht. If I'm not welcome here, then I'll just leave.

When Versus gets up to go, the crowd realizes who's in the arena and Versus chants almost immediately begin. Versus waves to the crowd, and blows them a hit. He looks down to flip the upside down bell that he's been eating off of, back to it's correct position, when he notices a microphone. He shrugs his shoulders, grabs it, and taps it a few times.

Versus: This thing on?

Crowd pops.

Versus: Sweet. Well...um...I'm not supposed to be here...

Crowd pops, and Versus steps away from the mic a bit, taking in the crowds reaction.

Versus: I guess I could sure use some cupcakes or peanut butter right about now!

Crowd gets rowdier, chanting 'four twenty, four twenty', Versus gets into it....

Versus: You know what, last week I had a conversation with a virgin and a hot blonde about my time with Turmoil...which, during my time was CCW (enter CCW chants). As some of you know, I was a staple, a mainstay, and a driving force behind that, and it's good to see that the legacy of CCW carries on with you guys, and the wrestlers in the back.

Versus: Now, is there going to be bumpy roads? Sure. Is there going be a year...year and a half period where nobody knows what the hell is going on, everyone hates the format, people get big headed and make moves that require explanation but people never get them because some people get a bit to big for their britches, and everyone's mad at the GM and everyone else for their own mistakes?

Versus: Absolutely. It's par for the course, but as long as people learn from their mistakes and keep the brandism to a minimum...Randy. Things will work out. I'm sure. Now, with that being said, I bid you all adieu and I'm going to leave this ring before someones music hits and I'm left getting ground stomped 80 times, then ground grappled, and then ground stomped 20 more times. I'm too old for that nonsense. Good night Turmoil!!

Versus makes his way out of the ring, hands Randy the mic.

Versus: All shows matter Randy...maybe you'll think about that next time.

Randy looks confused as Versus hops over the barricade to sign some autographs in the audience as the scene fades out.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Like a ninja.
	You're telling me.

	It's now time for our main event of the evening.
	The two champions going at it. This is sure to be a classic.

Non Title!

Malu (c)

vs

Dennis Black (c)

	Not quite what I was expecting here.
	What a night this has been.

It's not over yet!