The X-tron flickers on and we see Joe Zhivago climbing out of his campervan. He is stopped by Stacy Clark.

Stacy Clark: Joe Zhivago - I was hoping you'd have a moment to say something about your absence, now that you've reeturned to ”Turmoil”.

Joe nods solemnly and looks into the camera

Joe: First, I'd like to apologise to all of my fans. I didn't mean to, but I'm sure I let a lot of you down when I disappeared. But have no fear - the Prime Cut is back!

Joe heedlessly lifts both his arms into the air to flex his biceps for those watching on the big screen - Stacy Clark ducks quickly to avoid an elbow to face. There is a pop from the crowd: mainly elderly ladies, probably.

Joe: And this prime cut of 100% Scottish beef is leaner and meaner than ever!

Joe turns towards Stacy Clark and smirks.

Joe: But, I know I've still got a lot to prove and actions speak louder than words - so if you'll excuse me, Stacy, I have a match to get ready for…

Joe makes his way into the arena as the scene ends…

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Joe is back as he's up next and taking on one of OCW's newest members in Sir Henry Francis.
	Let's see what the new blood has instore for us.

Joe Zhivago

vs

Sir Henry Francis

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The new guys have still got a lot to learn.
	You're not wrong there.

We now go backstage where Cactus and Jack are preparing for their match. As Cactus opens his locker, a rumpled Dustin White falls out.

Gentleman Jack: Holy shit! DUSTIN! Where were you? You missed the 12th Anniversary show for Versus sake!

Dustin White: What do you mean I missed it?

Dustin stumbles around the room, tripping over his own feet.

Dustin: I was here the whole time! Nobody else showed up!

Jack: Wait, you've been in this locker for over a week?

Dustin: Maybe.... I mean I went other places in the arena.

Cactus: How did you survive?

Dustin: Stale popcorn and soda. Oh and malt liquor. Lots of malt liquor.

Dustin crashes to the floor and begins laughing uncontrollably

Dustin: So I guess that's why all the doors were locked here then huh??? A whole week! Weee!!!!

Jack: How the hell did you even get in?

Jack catches a whiff on Dustin's breath.

Jack: Damn Dustin, you smell like Smirnoff Ice and marmot piss...

White: I've been hanging around here waiting for someone to show up and let me out so..yeah..

Cactus: Dustin.... where's the marmot?

Dustin looks at the floor in shame.

Dustin: My pants...

Jack: Ok! Well look little buddy we have a tag match tonight but how about you sit this one out? Go on home and rest up. Maybe take a shower, let the feral marmot out of your pants. Sound good?

Dustin: Ok Jack...

Jack: That's my star!

As Jack and Cactus are helping Dustin to his feet, an OCW production assistant busts through the door.

Production Assistant: Drake Navarra didn’t show up for his match and we need someone to fill in. Any of you guys able to fill in his spot?

Dustin takes a swig from a flask that he pulled from the back of his tights.

Dustin: Hell yeah! Let’s do this!

Dustin makes his way out of the locker room, nearly smacking his head on the door frame on his way out.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like Dustin has been living here since the break.
	I hope he showered.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I wonder what that's about?
	It's kinda creepy and makes me want to pee. I'll be right back.

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