Gentleman Jim soaks in the cheers of the crowd, before signalling for a microphone. After receiving the mic, he addresses the crowd.

GJ: Ladies & fellow gentleman…

Jim can’t contain himself & hits a fit of giggles, the crowd join in the laughter.

GJ: Sorry, ladies & fellow male members. I know what you are thinking? Why am I out here in this ring without the presence of the finest collection of talent the Turmoil brand has to offer, the Male Member’s Club. Well, let’s just say I’m not quite feeling myself this week.

Jim smiles, and get a few more laughs from the crowd

GJ: However, I am not one to disappoint. So allow me to introduce the finest young wrestler on the Turmoil roster today, and the smallest Member...

GJ: So Jord… I mean, Dustin. For the past few months, you have received a bit of criticism for being very quiet and not having much of a personality. Some idiots have suggested that you are just here to boost the numbers of this Club, and that you have done nothing to suggest that you really are fully fledged Male Member. Do you have anything to say to these losers?

“Dustin”: I like turtles!

The crowd laughs

GJ: Um, really? That’s all you got, kid? I’ve been working with you day & night for the past month, and that’s all you can come up with? I thought you said you had come with a savage new catchphrase that wrestling fans will remember for years

“Dustin”: Oh yeah, sorry boss… I remember… Cowa-bunga!

There is an awkward silence, before the crowd bursts into laughter again. Jordan does his trademark dance around the ring, hopping around in circles and ending it with a Muhammad Ali shuffle, which gives his identity away for any members in the crowd who needed it spelled out to them. Jim puts his face in his hands.

GJ: OK, let’s move on quickly. Allow me to introduce one of the most charismatic big guys in pro-wrestling today, and a proud Male Member...

GJ: Cactus, great to see you. I hope we are in for another great episode of the Gloryhole later on in the show. Can you please explain to the members of the crowd who haven’t seen it, what it’s all about?

“Cactus”: Gladly boss. The Gloryhole is the hottest show on Turmoil, where I invite a member from the OCW roster to come and do whatever the hell they like.

GJ: And what is your role in all of this?

”Cactus”: I’m just there to facilitate proceedings, and allow them to express themselves you know?

GJ: Yeah I think I get what you mean.

The crowd laughs

GJ: And am I right in saying that your production company, GAF productions, uploads these videos to your own internet channel?

”Cactus”: Yeah boss, we are getting millions of streams each week. Last week’s episode where had a male & female guest, proved surprisingly popular with our viewers.

GJ: OK, moving on, let’s welcome our newest Male Member. The most dashing, international man of style and grace, the missing Member of the Club, the one, the only...

GJ: Welcome Mr. Abbott, glad to have you here, and can I just thank you for helping us get one over on Jimmy Henry a couple of weeks back.

“Seb”: Yeah it was #marvellous, I really enjoyed getting one over on that #pikey.

GJ: I’m not sure he’s a gypsy, I think that’s more offensive to the Irish than the Scots.

“Seb”: Oh no, he definitely is. Of all the #pikies I’ve met, he’s definitely the #pikiest #pikey.

The crowd laughs as #Abbott struggles to says his lines without laughing.

GJ: OK sir. Well, I am very proud of the 3 rock-solid Members that I have before my very eyes. But no Club is complete without a HUGE, big, fat, heavy Member. The kind of Member that when you slam it down on the canvas, the ring collapses. Ladies & fellow members, introducing the most dominant Member in OCW today…

As he soaks in the cheers of the crowd, Bill receives the mic, and starts to speak. However, the laughter and cheers of the crowd are so loud that he hesitates. However, it’s too late the incessant censor beeps play over the tannoy, even though Bill isn’t speaking. He just looks around the arena, with an innocent look of confusion. The crowd laugh even more at this sight.

Bill: Oh no, daddeh-oh. I think I missed my cue.

The rest of “The Club” cannot contain themselves, and double over laughing. Bill Ding has been in the ring for, less than a minute and has already given the gimmick up.

Jimmy: Right that’s enough of this rubbish! Gentleman’s Club, we’ve had enough of your s***! Every week you are out here picking on people for the colour of their skin or their nationality. Their gender or their sexuality. Mocking other people’s faith & religion. Picking on disabled kids & unemployed wrestlers, pretending it’s entertainment. It’s 2016, the f*** is wrong with you?

Jimmy: I’ve never met a bunch of more privileged white guys in my life. Bullying people to make yourself seem entertaining. Cheap & easy laughs though, eh? Means you don’t need to be actually witty or endearing. Just Google “most offensive racist jokes” or “best homophobic slurs” and pass it off as banter.

Jimmy looks serious now. The other 4 guys look a bit confused in the ring. The crowd has stopped laughing & cheering, and it’s weirdly quiet in the arena.

Jimmy: So... which of you fans would like to see me & Big Bill here beat the LIVING HELL OUT OF THOSE PIECES OF WHITE TRASH THAT CALL THEMSELVES THE GENTLEMAN’S CLUB? RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW ON TURMOIL!!!

The crowd erupts into a loud cheer and Jimmy passes the mic to Bill Ding.

Bill: Bring it on Daddeh-oh, THE HUNGRY TIMES ARE NOW!!!

Austin Lee, Jordan Jax & Adam Adams leave the ring and make their way backstage to a chorus of cheers & chants from the crowd.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That's a lot of people Randy.
	Making fun of the gentlemen club. My boys Big Ed and Gentleman Jack will not stand for this mockery.

Jimmy Henry & Bill Ding
vs
The Gentleman's Club

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That match made me hungry.
	Watching Bill Ding always makes me hungry.

With yet another loss Jackson Montgomery’s temper, which had always been prevalent, was threatening to spill into the arena and destroy anything that wasn't bolted down. But he didn't know where to start. He had considered going to Ashley Blaine’s new office but that might end in another handicap. B-17 was to blame. Life was simpler without him!

Just the thought of him made his blood boil. Without really watching where he was going he found himself in the parking garage. It was filled with shit cars. At one point he stood out in the garage with his motorcycle but that had been destroyed...no, he needed to calm down.

This prospect would have been easier to accomplish but just then his phone rang. And he wasn't happy with who it was.

Jackson: What the hell do you want! He screamed into the phone and some passing by OCW employees scattered past with wide eyes.

B-17: Woah, hey. I was just calling to say congratulations.

Jackson sounded confused: Huh? For what?

B-17: You made losing look so easy.

Jackson clenches his fist: Oh eat a d***! Maybe you got your head stomped a little too hard but if you remember, they did the same to you last week! Look, I don't have time for this back and forth nonsense. I should have just ignored the phone. Why did you call me?

B-17: I could have swore I pinned at least one? But I'm not calling to rub in it. I'm calling to to tell you to keep your anger under control. You and I, we have a match at Summercide. Don't hurt yourself. Leave that to me.

Jackson takes the phone away from his ear and tries his best not throw it at the 88 Honda (too soon?) he's standing next to. He lets out a deep breath before bringing the phone back up.

Jackson Montgomery: Listen to me. Come Summercide, everything we've done up to that point will be erased. I'm focused on you and only you and I will do whatever I need to do to make sure you know that. See you soon, cupcake.

Having an iPhone has its disadvantages when you want to angrily end a phone call. Something about pushing that little red button doesn't have the same effect as slamming the top down on your flip phone, but Jackson deals with it. He puts his phone into his pocket and walks over to the 88 Honda, placing both hands on the trunk like he's pushing it. After a few minutes of heavy, deep breaths, he comes up and reaches back into his pocket for his phone. He clicks a few icons and brings it up to his ear.

Jackson Montgomery: You available Doc? I need to see you.

	Look's like Jackson is on a losing streak.
	B-17 vs Jackson Montgomery at Summercide. Order Summercide at home now for only... I forget the price.

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