The camera pans to the titantron as we take a look at what took place after Willow vs Casey Paine.

As Casey makes her way up the ramp, pointing and laughing at Willow and Sophia in the ring, Sophia motions for a mic. A ring attendant rushes to the ring and hands her one through the ropes.

Sophia- "Casey, we are so fed up with your crap."

Sophia looks around at the sold out arena. She then turns her attention back to Casey whos almost at the top of the stage area now.

Sophia- "Everyone is!"

Sophia hands the mic to Willow.

Willow- "Hey, Case, this weekend at Summercide,...what do ya say we make our little 3 way dance a...NO DISQUALIFICATION?! You are the Hardcore,...BITCH...after all!"

At the top of the stage, Casey stops. She begins shaking her head, and pointing and yelling down to the ring. We can hear Casey over the crowd shouting 'No!' and 'Not gonna happen!'. In the ring Willow and Sophia just smile. The 2 then bump fists as Casey finally disappears into the back.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a show so far and it's not even over yet.
	Time to go to the titantron as we take a look at something that was previously recorded today.

Our scene opens inside the dingy, dim, dank quarters of the Gentleman's Club Gym. With all of that insurance money they scammed from Joe Zhivago's uncle you'd think they'd class up the place. Instead they're clearly saving for something much more important.

Inside the antiquated boxing ring we see Turmoil's most dominant big man, Big Ed, sparring with a group of nameless, unknown wrestlers. As Ed delivers the big boot to one of the poor kids, another one jumps on his back. As instinct kicks in, Ed falls on his back, crushing the unlucky lad with his massive, 300 lb body. The third nameless shmuck goes for Ed's leg as he lays on the mat, only for Ed to kick the boy with all of his might. Ed drops the elbow and makes a pin.

At ringside, we see Gentleman Jack wearing an old timey fedora with a press tag stuck to the top, holding a rolled up newspaper, smoking a cheap cigar and looking on at his beast in awe.

Jack: Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!

As Ed begins to step out of the ring, Jack waves him off.

Jack: Not yet big man. This is for SummerCide! No mercy!

A sly grin appears on Ed's face as he re-enters the ring. One of Ed's sparring partners realizes what is about to happen and screams out in terror.

Sparring Partner #1: What the hell man?! It's over! You aren't paying us enough for this crap!

Big Ed: You heard the boss, no mercy kid!

The poor young man tries to run for his life but his knee is gimpy from the beating Ed has already laid on him. Ed easily catches the unlucky soul and hoists him up for a massive power bomb that shakes the ramshackle ring to it's foundation.

Jack: Don't break the ring damnit! You know we always get in trouble when you do that! Hurt your opponent, not property!

Big Ed grunts as he grabs his next victim and drives him to the mat with a vicious chokeslam. The third kid, now regaining his wits, quietly rolls out of the ring. Jack, ever nimble on his feet, clocks the young man on his head with his rolled up newspaper. The kid crumples to the ground in pain.

Big Ed: A newspaper? How the hell did you do that?

Jack unrolls the paper to reveal a billy club had been inside the whole time. Both men smile at each other in approval.

Jack: Loaded newspaper my man! God I miss the old days...

Jack takes a long drag on his cigar before pulling out three ten dollar bills which he places in each of the unconscious lads pockets.

Jack: Alright, help me clean up this mess.

As the two men begin to drag unconscious bodies to the door, the camera zooms out to reveal OCW's own Stacy Clark has been watching the proceedings with a film crew.

Stacy: Was that really necessary?

Jack: Darlin, if you don't want to know how the sausage is made then maybe don't take a field trip to the factory.

Stacy: Where did you even find these kids? That one can't even be 18 years old!

Jack: Eighteen? Ha I wish I could have found some that old! No this is the local school's JV wrestling team. Meet the pride of the Indians my dear.

Stacy: Wait, you just had you client assault children? You can't do that!

Jack: Can't do it? Darlin have you watched Turmoil? We've made a career out of it!

Stacy: I can't air this on OCW television! The FCC would have a fit! Not to mention law enforcement! Or God for that matter!

Jack: God? Darlin, do you think I care about what God thinks?! Seriously, do your homework lady! This is just... insulting! There's only one god in OCW and his name is Big Ed! If you want to worry about somebody's wrath it's his.

Big Ed gives a wink to a Ms. Clark.

Big Ed: For the record, I also call my penis “Wrath”.

Stacy: Ugh I could be writing for the New Yorker ya know. I don't need this!

Jack: Just be happy the handsy one isn't here.

Stacy: Where is Cactus?

Jack: Stalking Soph.... training... Yeah that's it, training! At an undisclosed location I might add!

Ms. Clark begins to feverishly write something in her notepad.

Stacy: What about Seb Abbott? I haven't seen him around lately either.

Jack: Oh Seb's fine! He's back in Australia fighting some bogus child pornography char.... training! He's also training in an undisclosed location!

Stacy once again scribbles more lines into her notepad.

Jack: What are you writing?! And what's up with these questions?! I don't approve of this gotcha journalism!

Stacy: Nothing at all Jack, we're doing great. Where's Dustin White?

Jack: Kidnapping a referee's fami... training! They're all training damnit!

Stacy now has a huge grin as she continues to write slanderous garbage on her notepad.

Jack: Look we aren't here to talk about those guys. I have the utmost faith that they're all out in the world, training very hard I might add, and carrying themselves as proud gentlemen.

Stacy: So what do you want to talk about?

Jack: I want to talk about the dog fight you're going to see at SummerCide, this Sunday, live from whatever cesspool they've booked us at.

Stacy: Dog fighting?!?! You know you can't do that!

Jack: What?! Jesus of course not! The Gentleman's Club are proud to work with the humane society and the ASPCA! We love animals! I was talking about the ultimate underdog, Jimmy Henry, against the biggest dog in the yard, Big Ed!

Stacy: Oh thank God. What do you have to say about Jimmy Henry's parody of the Club last week?

Jack: Frankly I'm proud Stacy. We've lit a fire under the little guy. When he first came to OCW, a poor immigrant from Scotland, barely able to even speak our language, he was a nobody with little to no personality. Now look at him! Because of the Gentleman's Club, he can now speak English and has a moderate sense of humor! We couldn't be more impressed Stacy!

Stacy: You know they speak English in Scotland don't you?

Jack: C'mon Stacy, you and I both know that garbled crap isn't English.

Stacy just shakes her head in disbelief.

Stacy: So the parody didn't bother you?

Jack: Bother me? It was flattery! Hell if he wasn't such a pious prick I'd invite him to the Club!

Stacy: So why do you want this match so badly?

Jack: Because the big dog has to eat Stacy. My main man Ed here hasn't had a proper match in over a month. Sure, beating “Tank” was fun, but it didn't satisfy his hunger.

Stacy: Why Jimmy Henry?

Jack: Why? I'll tell you why! When I first joined Turmoil those many months ago, all I ever heard was “Wait until Jimmy Henry comes back! He's the best! He'll save us all! Lalalalalala!”

Jack: It was disgusting Stacy. While Jimmy was off nursing his little injury from WrestleLution, Big Ed here was DOMINATING every competitor put in front of him. But did we get any respect for it? No, it was all, “Wait until Jimmy Henry get's back!”

Jack: Well Jimmy Henry is back. Let's see what all the hype is about. You know it's kinda funny. Deep down inside I actually respect Jimmy. I think he'll at least have the balls to show up Sunday and put up a fight. Unlike some of OCW's finest.

Jack: Cough, Tank, cough, cough, Smythe, cough, cough.

Jack: Sorry I had a tickle in my throat. Where were we?

Stacy: You were talking about your perceived lack of respect.

Jack: Ya know, the summer of 2016 is going to be forever remembered as the summer of the gentlemen. We've done outrageous things, some admittedly was even in poor taste. But would I change any of it? Hell no! We're on the map now Stacy. We've all been noticed. Some of us, like the big man here, are even feared.

Jack: The one thing we're missing is that respect. Jimmy Henry, for all the fun we've had at each others expense, is respected in that locker room by pretty much every man back there. This Sunday, we're taking that respect. After this Sunday, Big Ed and the Gentleman's Club will be respected by every man, woman, and Dennis Black in that arena.

Stacy: What if Ed loses?

Jack: He can't lose Stacy. It's not in his DNA. Big Ed here was bred as a winner and that's exactly what he's going to do. Failure isn't an option. It hasn't even been considered! Next question please! That one was insulting!

Stacy: Are you concerned at all about the lumberjacks Jimmy will have at ringside?

Jack: If that bulbous sack of human filth Bill Ding even gets close to my man Ed I'll personally kick his head off his disgusting body. That's a Gentleman Jack guarantee! As for the rest of them, I know the Prince of Pain, Cactus Gauge will be there to handle it. No worries at all Stacy.

Stacy: Any closing thoughts?

Jack: This Sunday, Big Ed and The Gentleman's Club cement our place in OCW. This Sunday we're taking the respect we've all earned and deserved. This Sunday, we bury the myth of Jimmy Henry and watch the rebirth of the most dangerous man in our industry today, Big Ed. Take that to the bank Stacy. This interview is over.

Big Ed and the Gentleman walk out of the gym, leaving Stacy and her crew behind. Big Ed blows a kiss in Stacy's direction as they leave. Jack yells back to Stacy and her crew.

Jack: Can you guys lock up when you're through? And maybe do something with all the unconscious young boys? It's not going to look good if the cops see a pretty young thing like you with a camera crew around a bunch of half naked, knocked out children! Thanks sweetheart!

Jack pulls out his cellphone and dials 911.

Jack: Hi I'd like to report a child sex crime at the Gentleman's Club Gym. I'm sure you know the place....

Fade Out

The camera pans to the announce team.

	So these guys are attacking kids now?
	I love it! Big Ed is my hero.

	They're all savages!
	That's the name of the new Turmoil theme after all.

After Adam Adams’s entrance, he stands in the ring for nearly a minute waiting for Skull Face #1’s entrance music to hit. When it becomes evident that there is a delay, Adam motions to a member of the ring crew to hand him a microphone.

Adams: How’s everyone doing tonight?

The crowd gives a small pop for one of Turmoil’s up-and-comers.

Adams: Since I started here just a few short weeks ago, I’ve been working to make a name for myself. And it shouldn’t be too hard for you to remember. I mean, you really only have to remember one name.

A few bursts of laughter are heard sprinkled around the arena.

Adams: Tonight, I face one of my toughest opponents yet in one of the members of Dia de los Muertos. I’ve been on Rosetta Stone all week trying to get ready for this match, but I realized that that was pointless because during the match, the only thing I’ll hear from Skull Face #1 will be cries of pain.

At that point, the arena speakers make a pop as they turn on and the arena announcer begins to speak.

Announcer: We are unable to locate Skull Face #1 in the building, so we regret to inform you that we are going to have to cancel this match.

A chorus of boos erupt from the Turmoil fans. An annoyed Adam Adams begins to address the fans again.

Adams: Well, I’m already out here and ready to go. Anyone from the back want to come out and give this crowd the show that they paid for?

After a minute of the crowd shouting and chanting the names of various members of the Turmoil roster and no one coming out, a frustrated Adam Adams leaves the ring to head to the back.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The hell was that abomination?
	It looked like Nathan Carter in a gimp suit.

Cameras go backstage where we see Majin, The Steve and Malu. Majin begins to speak directly into the camera as we move in closer.

Majin- "Dennis Black,...you wanna stick your nose into our business? Into ToP business? Into business thats been going on nearly half of your life? Dennis,...do you really wanna stick your nose into,...MY,...business? You think that just because you now wear a Rev. Inc. shirt youre one of the 'Big Boys'? Lemme tell ya something,...DENNY. All that shirt did, and will continue to do, is make you a target. Consider tonite your,...welcoming,...to the party. Courtesy of Theatre of Pain. Fun, huh? You think Versus and Nate care about you? Give a sh[BEEP] about,...you? Tell me,...Dennis,...where was the glorious Rev. Inc. tonite as you were being hauled out on a stretcher? Where were Versus and,...NATE,...as you were getting your throat crushed with a steel chair?"

Majin- "Ill tell ya where they are. Theyre sitting in their hotel room waiting for Summercide. Versus is probably laid out on a nice comfortable bed, TV playing in the background,...maybe some music playing on his phone,...high as a kite without a care in the world, not even knowing what day it is, drinking Pina Colada from a coconut, all while telling Nate how cute and adorable his new hair cut is. THATS whats going on right now, as,...YOU,...are being rushed to a hospital. But hey! Thats ok! After all,...youve got my daughter Willow and fellow Rev. Inc. member Sophia here on Turmoil to watch your back. Right? And you just found out first hand how useful those 2 are. THATS who and what you have here on Turmoil to watch YOUR back. THATS Rev. Inc. for ya. Me?"

Majin reaches over and slaps Malu across the chest as The Steve paces behind the two men.

Majin- "Well,...you see who,...and WHAT,...I have here. What ToP has here. And heres a lil tip for ya,...Denny. We dont play well with others. And when we do play,...we dont play alone. Word of advice,...Dennis. Leave. Leave now. You think tonite was bad? Tonite is just the beginning. Tonite is the first of many,...MANY,...bad things to happen in your life if you get in my way. If you get in,...OUR,...way."

The camera turns to face Malu.

Malu: Why oh why, because for a short time in 2008 I ran with a little group called the Sensational Alliance. Headed up by none other than Hall of Famer Majin. We ran from town to town wrecking everyone in our way. A few days ago I saw my opponent on Sunday join up with that other group, so I figured I’d give my old pal a call.

Malu: It just so happened that he had an opening for a 6’4” Samoan wrecking machine. Why wouldn’t I want to stand with this group of Hall of Famers and Carter, he’s alright too. It’s a new era but it’s gonna be just like old times, we are going to wreck Turmoil and Riot. No one is safe. OCW take notice we are the be all end all.

Malu: You all will see it Sunday as we make everyone else look like fools. When we come back here next week you’ll be looking at Turmoil’s one and only champion. And Revolution Inc will be revealed as the frauds that they are.

The Steve finally steps between Majin and Malu and looks directly into the camera.

The Steve- "Turmoil, The Steve says...."

The Steve pauses and begins to look around, sniffing the air. He suddenly gets a sour look on his face.

The Steve- "....Turmoil, The Steve says this place stinks. The Steves going back to Riot."

As we begin to fade, Majin, The Steve and Malu turn and begin to walk away laughing.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The Steve is a jerk.
	I am being told that Dennis will not be in action tonight now.

	The Theater of Pain just ruined our main event.
	Jimmy Henry, it's been nice knowing you.

	The Convoy take on B-17 and Jackson and it's next. Jackson and B-17 have not been able to beat them by themselves so far.
	I wonder if B-17 and Jackson Montgomery can coexist tonight?

The Convoy

vs

B-17 & Jackson Montgomery

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The tag division is shaping up.
	You read my mind.

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