The camera cuts to the back, where Jakub De'Relic and Nate Dunn are seen standing in the back.

Jakub De'Relic: You see...and THAT is exactly how you are to handle Seb Abbott this week, give him no room to breath, slip in and slit his throat...

At this point, Stacey Clarke approaches the two men.

Stacey Clark: Excuse me Jakub? A moment please?

Jakub turns to her, mildly annoyed at being interrupted from spreading his wisdom.

Stacey Clarke: We just saw you and Jason Williams go up against the returning B-17-

Jakub De'Relic: Not only that Stacey, but you saw The Convoy tear B-17 apart... We've heard about this B-17 'character' ever since we showed up here at Turmoil...and let me be the first to say...I didn't understand the hype.

Stacey Clarke: Well...he did pin you before-

Jakub De'Relic: NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!

Jakub's sudden loud outburst surprises Stacey into a few seconds of silence.

Jakub De'Relic: You see Stacey...I lay down for B-17...in order to test Jason Williams. I wanted to see how he could fare without me there to guide him, and being eliminated from the match was the only way to ensure a true test for him. That said, Jason has shown his training to be successful...and when you next see Jason Williams, he will have become...pure.

De'Relic leans back to Nate Dunn, playfully slapping him on the chest.

Jakub De'Relic: Can you believe that? She honestly believed someone could get pinned off of some silly jumping punch. Who would even try to adapt a move like that as a finisher? Pathetic!

The two chuckle as Stacey rolls her eyes.

Stacey Clarke: Anyway...B-17 aside, things have really been heating up between The Convoy and another group, The Gentlemen's Club. In fact, just last week-

Jakub De'Relic: Last week, Cactus Gauge invited me to his dirty, disgusting, and frankly, extremely dated nest of sins...where he and his sidekick decided to gang up on me...clearly driven by the filthy alcohol in their system... They showed absolutely no honor, no warrior's spirit...and they made a terrible, terrible mistake. Their attack was not only an insult to me, but an insult to the Almighty, and that...that simply will not stand.

De'Relic now turns to look directly into the screen.

Jakub De'Relic: Cactus...Cactus you said to name the time and the place, and that you would be there... Well then here is my challenge.... Summercide...you bring your army, and I will bring mine...we want a 6 man elimination tag team match...so if you're hearing this and I know you are, why don't you run back to your false idol, Jack...and tell him to prepare...for your personal Judgment Day.

De'Relic motions to Dunn, and the two walk off screen, as Stacey looks on, and we fade to the next segment.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	B-17 gave it his all tonight.
	The convoy sent a message loud and clear. I wonder what Cactus will have to say about this?

	Speaking of Cactus. He's up next against Jimmy Henry as he is in the main event for the first time.
	This is sure to be nothing but epic.

Jimmy Henry

vs

Cactus Gauge

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Almost!
	What a match!

Not being booked was nice for once. Jackson Montgomery had been through hell the last few weeks and his body felt it. First losing the championship to Malu, then losing to Sid Harrison, then put in a tag match against his nemesis B-17 and Dennis Black. Jackson sat on his couch at home, which he hadn’t been too in months. The place smelled a bit stagnant and dust had settled everywhere, but it felt good to be home. Jackson, with a Kukko pilsner in hand, puts his feet up on his coffee table, knocking a few OCW magazines to the floor. He grabs his remote and points it towards the TV. As soon as it comes up, he scrolls to the DVR and replays his beating of Sid Harrison. He watches it over and over and the smile on his face gets bigger and bigger.

Jackson Montgomery: Poor fella. Although, he had it coming. He got in between me and the Turmoil Championship. Amiright?!

Jackson nudges his elbow to the right as if poking someone.

Jackson Montgomery: C’mon man. You can’t tell me you didn’t like seeing that perv get wrecked!

???: …

Jackson Montgomery: I know you did. You don’t have to say anything.

Jackson takes a drink from his beer and puts it down by his side. As he does, the can shakes a bit and beer spills all over his jeans. Jackson jumps up from the couch, puts the beer on the table and then tries to try himself off with a combination of rubbing it and dabbing it with a tshirt that sat on the back of the couch.

Jackson Montgomery: Dammit Davie! You just ruined my jeans! Of course I saw what Austin Lee said. You didn’t have to #spill my beer! Look, I’m not worried about Austin Lee. You and everyone else saw what I did to Jackson uses air quotes Sidberg last week. He could be in a coma for months! Austin Lee can bring anything, everything and anyone he wants to Turmoil, the end result will be the same. I’ll have Marlene Jackson points over to a bent up steel chair with me at ALL times. She’s part of the family now.

Jackson finishes his “cleaning” and sits back down on the couch, right in the wet beet spot. He grabs his beer and sits back, taking another drink, albeit the last one because most of it spilled. Jackson shakes the can, looks inside, then tosses it over the back of the couch. He looks to his right and notices no one is there.

Jackson Montgomery: Davie! While you’re up, grab me another beer! The red one, not the yellow one! AND DON’T SPILL IT!

Jackson once again grabs the remote and fires up Turmoil, already in progress in hopes to watch the beating B-17 is to receive from the Convoy.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I wonder if Jackson can win his match next week when he takes on the convoy?
	Only time will tell and looks like we're in for a treat next.

It's Not Over Yet Folks!