The parking lot is fuller than normal as Adam Adams pulls into the parking garage of Terminal 5. He is chatting on his cell phone as he traverses the aisles to head to his typical parking spot.

Adams: Yeah, it’ll be good to have you back once you’re all healed up. Things are about to get real around here.

As he swings his truck around corner to pull into the spot that he has grown accustom to, Adam has to slam on his brakes to avoid rear ending the vehicle that is crookedly parked in his way.

Adams: Damn it! I’m going to let you go. See you soon.

Slamming his truck into reverse, Adam’s tires squeal as he backs away and finds a new spot. Grumbling as he exits his truck with his customary red duffel bag, he walks through the garage towards the door leading to the arena. The once unfamiliar security guard working the door gives Adam a little wave as he approaches.

Security Guard: Hey there big guy. Nice win for you on Sunday.

Adams: Thanks Pat. Did you happen to see who parked in that spot over there?

The security guard squints and adjusts his glasses as he tries to get a look at the spot.

Security Guard: Oh, I think that was one of the guys that I ain’t seen around here before. A bunch of new people showed up and just started barging through.

Adams: Well, I’m going to need to find out who that is. If you see him later, let me know what he looks like.

Security Guard: Will do sir.

Adam Adams walks into Terminal 5 determined to find the man who took his parking spot.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I think that might have been my parking spot, as someone took up my space this week.
	Adam has one hell of an opportunity later tonight.

The locker room door flew open and standing silhouetted in the frame was Sebastian Abbott.

Seb: What no welcoming party? I beat bogus assault charges and no celebratory party.. I guess it's good to be back.

Ginger the intern appeared from out of nowhere, mic in hand.

Ginger: How true are these rumours of sexual assault?

Seb: Sexual assault? No just. Look it was Christmas event at some mall in the hick back woods of Melbourne last year. A mall Santa got lippy and I super kicked his fake beard right of his fat face...

Abbott mimed kicking a fat man in the head before continuing.

Seb: Well that's what I tell people, the truth is I slipped as I went to kick Santa and ended up scissor kicking the midget companion into the crowd like a soccer ball. I also tea bagged the dwarf after everything I'd done to him which resulted in an assault/sexual harassment case. But just so we're clear it was a midget and not a child like Jack was saying last week, I'm not bloody Jimmy Saville.

The intern supressed a laugh as he tried getting the next question out.

Ginger: Ok then, next one. How do you feel about not being apart of the Golden opportunity challenge?

Seb: Come on Bill Ding seriously? Guy looks like he'd pass out taking a sh*t. That being said my man Cactus has this. Then there is Nate "Road train" Dunn vs. Jackson "The South will rise again" Montgomery. And finally.

Ginger looked sideways at the Brit before Seb went on.

Seb: And finally we have Lights, Camera and B-17 vs. some guy, that's the main event.

Ginger: How is that a bad main event? B-17 would be a fitting champion as would Adam Adams.

Seb: Adam Adams I've never heard of him before now, but then again I leave the rookies to you.

Ginger: Um ok, well I.. Yea I have nothing, sooo see you around I'm going to see if Jimmy Henry or Austin "#M-16" Lee want to do an interview.

Seb: And what do they have that I don't?

Ginger: Well to put it bluntly, manners. They have manners.

Seb: Why you little c**t

Abbott made to grab the intern but Ginger deftly dodged out of the way.

Ginger: Oh there's Bill Ding. Can I get your thoughts on your upcoming match?

Seb turned and saw no one there, as he turned back Ginger was running down the opposite corridor.

Seb: Cheeky f**ker I need to get some sort of surprise punishment for you Gingey boy.

Abbott stood in the corridor for a few moments before heading off towards the backstage area.

Seb: Now to find the Gentlemen Club and get this party started...

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Look's like Seb is back and ready to party.
	I wonder where his boys are all at?

	Up next, the Convoy take on Jacob Trance and Lokimon.
	Let's see what our future tag teams have in store for us?

The Convoy

vs

Jacob Trance & Loki

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Those guys are good.
	I swear I could hear people talking over us during that match.

Jackson Montgomery: Well...sh*t.

Jackson somberly walks into the locker room and plops down hard on the bench near the back wall. Out of his gym bag inside his locker, he pulls out a bulk size jar of generic brand name cheese puffs and a warm Busch beer. After opening both items and eating a few cheese puffs and a sip of the warm beer, he stares blankly into the center of the room before just leaning back into his locker, letting his street clothes wash over him and block his face.

Jackson had lost again and once again, it was a match that could have moved him up the ranks. Starting with Big Ed, Jackson has been on a losing streak for the record books. Other than a random tag match here and there, Jackson hasn’t been his usual, winning self. He brings the beer back up to his mouth and pushing his shirt (the one he got a strongly written letter from Mugen about) out of the way, we hear him sip the beer as well as see some of it dribble down onto his chest.

Jackson Montgomery: What the hell is going on? Why can't I get anything going lately. My double count out with B was the closest I've been to winning a singles match in two months! I'm a former Turmoil Champion. Why have the wrestling gods forsaken me?!

Just then, Jackson jumps out of his locker with a wild look in his eye. He puts the beer down and with both hands, strokes his beard. He then rubs the middle section that’s missing.

Jackson Montgomery: That’s it! When I cut just the middle section from my beard, it must’ve triggered some mystical power that robbed me of my winning ability! Well I can fix that.

Jackson jumps up and starts looking for a pair of clippers. In and out of lockers, digging through people’s bags, in all the cabinets. He finally finds a pair under the sink with chunks of long, luscious, locks of black hair. For a minute, Jackson is overwhelmed by it. The texture, the smell, the tas...before Jackson gets too weird, he straightens up and looks around to make sure no one saw him. He pulls all the hair out and starts to throw it in the trash but decides against it.

Jackson Montgomery: Something about this just doesn’t feel right.

Jackson looks around and see a plastic bag. He snatches it up and stuff the black locks into, THEN puts it in the trash.

Jackson Montgomery: There we go. It still trash but it doesn’t deserve to be just thrown in. Anyway, this messed up beard has gotten ME messed up. Let’s do this!

He turns on the clippers but before bringing them up to his face, he puts his other hand in front of his beard to try and visualize himself without it.

Jackson Montgomery: Whew man. I look like my grand-dad mixed with one of those hairless cats! F*ck it!

Jackson pulls both sides of his beard down a starts to bring the clippers up towards his chin. Just when he gets there…

???: Don’t do that.

Jackson Montgomery damn near jumps out of his skin: Jesus, Mary, and Dale Earnhardt Jr.! I nearly soiled myself.

He pokes his head out of the bathroom and looks around but sees no one.

Jackson Montgomery: Must be Davie playing tricks on me. Get the f*ck out of here Davie. I’m doing this!

Again, Jackson brings the clippers up to his face.

???: Uh uh uhhhh, it’s not a good look on ya bud.

Jackson turns the clippers off and sets them down: Alright come on out Davie. Enough is enough.

???: Dave’s not here man.

Just as this is said, Jackson steps out of the bathroom and into a cloud of smoke.

Versus: I’ll tell you what...if you picked up those clippers one more time, I was gonna surprise wax your back. NOBODY likes surprise back waxes. So...as you may have seen, there’s a war happening, with the reveal that pretty much half the roster were the skull kids, and then Willow smashes Sophia for no reason, then Blake Ma’jin comes back and spends the finale of Summercide playing grab-ass with Carter while he prances around with the biggest group of B-Movie stars, I’ve ever seen....

Jackson Montgomery: I saw that. Never really liked those skull pukes anyhow.

Versus: So look, here’s the deal. I’ve seen you at your best, and I’m watching you now at your...not best. There’s something to be said about having an ass kicking, America loving, borderline racist redneck, ready to go boots to ass with you that gives me a warm feeling in my gullet. BUT, I need you ready for war, and you know what gets a person ready for war?

Jackson Montgomery: A trip to the gun store AND LOAD UP ON THE AMMO!!

Versus: Ye...no, NO! Wait...no….Versus looks perplexed and you can see him try to figure out how to process his thoughts. Ok...yes, but no. Yes, if this was real war, but no, because this is not a ‘kill the other person’ kinda war.

Jackson Montgomery: What other kinda war is there?

Versus: Beat the other people up kind. The fun kind where you don’t have to be concerned with wearing your brains as a bow tie.

Jackson Montgomery: (looking disappointed) Yeah, ok, I guess I can see that. Ain’t as fun, but I can see it.

Versus: Wow, so what were we even talking about? You can’t get a stoner off track, he’ll never find his way back.

Jackson Montgomery: I believe you asked what gets a person ready for war.

Versus: Right, right, right! Ok, so here…(Versus tosses Jackson a set of keys with little fake foam boobies on them) I know what gets me ready, a few beautiful women, a whole lot of greenery and brews, and even more carnal activity my friend. This is my place on the Flora-Bama line, and this weekend, they’re crowning the new Miss Flora-Bama. My place is well known, and you’re pretty much a household name down there, so go, take a week, get red-neck crazy, pour some brews in glasses, get back here and get ready to put some boots to asses as a member of Revolution Inc. Sound good brotha?

Jackson is looking at the keychain and giggling to himself: Huh? Wha...oh yea, yea. You don’t have to tell me twice. I’m already gone dude.

Versus throws his hand up, Jackson responds with a high five. He then walks over to his warm Busch beer from earlier, which is even warmer now.

Jackson Montgomery: Well bud (Jackson looks right in the camera, then back at Versus) I don’t smoke, but here’s to ya.

Jackson raises his beer, Versus raises his V-Vaporizer (copyright Versus 2016) and the scene fades in a cloud of smoke.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	First it was Kass and now it's happening to Jackson.
	It's always good to see my stoner buddy Versus here on Turmoil.

We head back to the parlor, Ma'jin is showing Casey and Willow his new neck tat, as Parker is sat in the chair, lighting up a cigar, Dupree is in the seat next to him waving his finger at another tattooist.

Dupree: "This is the forearm of Betterness, this part right here is insured for more money than your house is worth....No pressure!"

Parker holds his right arm up, in a flexing position.

Parker: "There, I want it right across there [he points along his trapezius muscle]..When I hit the Siren, their chin goes there, flex, drop and BAM, it pops out at you."

Leon: "When you're done, I want mine on my chest, I've heard it hurts on your chest...guys, does it hurt on your chest?"

The scene fades as the tattooists begin to work on Dupree and Parker.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	It does Leon, it hurts like a son of a B***H!
	I hope they don't mess up Dupree's tat, the poor guy already lost all his hair.

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