We go backstage once again to the office of Turmoil GM Ronald Regan. We see the back of the boss's head slightly bent down as we hear a quick series of snorts. Before he can finish self medicating, the giant, and I mean freakishly huge, video screen that dominates his office crackles to life. On the screen, we see a large consortium of Japanese businessmen staring angrily at Mr. Regan.

Mr. Takahari: Ronald!!!!!! You dishonor us!!!!! We send you to Turmoil to clean up your daughter's mess and this is what you do?! This is disgusting!

Mr. Regan, startled by the appearance of the OCW Board of Directors, quickly turns to face them without cleaning the white, dusty remains from his beard. Mr. Regan, speaking very rapidly, begins to converse with the Board.

Mr. Regan: Mr. Takahari! I didn't see you there! What do you mean dishonor??? Dishonor nothing! Have you seen these ratings?! They're through the roof!

Mr. Takahari: Are you high Ronald?! The show has been on less than an hour and we're all outraged! How could you let Asian people be depicted this way?

Mr. Regan: What? The stuff with Jack? Harmless fun Mr. Takahari. Jack's a born again Christian you know. He found God Himself Mr. Takahari. Are you saying we should stifle this man's religious freedom's? Not me Mr. Takahari, not in my America. I won't let it happen. No sir. This is the land of opportunity!

Mr. Takahari: Slaves Ronald! He just gifted a human being to Madison! You can't do that! We won't allow it!

Mr. Regan: Already happened Mr. Takahari, ya can't put the genie back into the bottle you know? Besides. Have you seen the ratings? They're through the roof Mr. Takahari! We're beating Riot now! We have the freshest brand of entertainment on tv today! We'll be beating Monday Night Football by February, I garuntee it!

Mr. Takahari: Monday Night Football ends in January! What kind of fool do you take me for???

Mr. Regan: A rich fool Mr. Takahari! A rich fool with the foresight to put me in charge and take the brand to heights its never seen! You're that kind of fool Mr. Takahari! A brilliant fool!!

Mr. Takahari: Clean it up Ronald. Ratings can only take you so high. There's still decency to think about.

Mr. Regan: I'm sorry Mr. Takahari I don't think you heard me. We're beating Riot. I'm sure Tiffany Sensation is under the table there somewhere, ask her what that means.

Mr. Takahari: RONALD!!!!!

Mr. Regan: Results speak for themselves. Feel free to fire me when I fail. Which is never. Goodbye Mr. Takahari.

Mr. Regan turns off the screen, very pleased with himself.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Haha you tell them Regan you beautiful B*****D!
	Turmoil is the better show hands down.

Sebastian Abbott sat in the Gentleman's Club locker room, G-Club legal advisor Barry sat opposite. The man was an embarrassed shade of red.

Barry: Now I know you've been away for a while celebrating a grand final in sports with some "Libba" bloke but you're back in America and setting fire to a motor vehicle is considered an act of terrorism. So I have to ask.

Barry: What were you thinking? When Jack said "take care of him" he meant take him to the strippers, shout him a lap dance with a happy ending. You know something like that.

Seb: It wasn't my intention to get that pikey Scotsman's' van vandalised. I had arranged a nicely aged bottle of whiskey from the highlands of Scotland, but the courier bungled it and left it in my locker.

Barry: How touching, but that was still doesn't explain how vehicle got vandalised.

Seb: If I was to have had a hand in this, I'd have blown the f***er up Irish style. As for graffing slurs on to it, I'd rather say it to their face than behind poorly sprayed "art". Even that geezer Zhivago isn't that thick to see this is a setup.

Barry: Well, it seems he is thick and doesn't see this as a setup. He's been harassing that Ginger intern as well as anyone who has ever had dealings with you.

Seb: Well that's a short list, I don't deal with a lot of people outside of the G-Club.

The Brit sighed and stood up, making his way towards the door.

Seb: If we're done here I'm going to do some laps of the arena.

Barry shook his head at the notion of doing exercise.

Barry: Not yet... Oh you're already gone.

The door closed behind Seb and barely moments passed and a frantic scream emanated from the other side. Barry jumped up from his chair and wobbled to the door.

On the other side Seb stood tall with two Asian boys lying crumpled at his feet.

Barry: I see you've met and maimed the poor Vietnamese boat boys Ping and Ling Ling hired to follow you around and keep you safe.

He gestured to the convulsing pile of Asian manboy flesh at the feet of the Englishman.

Seb: So these guys are with us?

Barry face palmed before pulling a pill container from his jacket pocket and spilling a handful of pills into his hand.

Barry: They were with us... Were you high or something during the meeting?.

Seb threw his hands in the air, a look of feigned shock played across his face.

Seb: Probably, some wierd peyote was being passed around. Anyway with one of them dead what can you do to make this disappear?

The legal advisor shoved the pills into his mouth and swallowed.

Barry: Um I can think of something, for the time being I'll need help getting them into the locker room and of the way.

Seb: Excellent you're a life saver Bazza, I'm going to drop this by the locker rooms that Zhivago is hanging around.

Barry: Hey where'd you go? I need your help with this.

Barry looked around a lifeless Ling Ling clutched in his arms, Seb was gone.

Barry: Don't worry Ping, I'll help you.

A single tear formed in the corner of Ping's eye trickling down his cheek as Barry started dragging Ping into the locker room...

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I just got word that Seb is one of the ones that can't compete tonight as he's not medically cleared.
	He's at the show. That Sissy looks alright to me.

	That information is confidential so I am going to respect his privacy.
	It must be an injury on his nutsack in that case.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The juice is coming Randy.
	I wonder what he will bring to Turmoil.

	Juice, Juice and more Juice?
	Haha funny Tom... Not.

The following was pre-recorded a few days ago...

The scene opens in the same park Tibby left Kassidy in on Riot, its a foggy winter night nearing freezing temperatures. The paddle boat can still be spotted in the middle of the pond but Kassidy doesn't appear to be in. A angry pedestrian is walking their dog,

Man: Stop having a pet in the north east, gotta walk this dumb thing, dumb kids ask for a pet but aren't out here.

The dog begins to pull the leash and heads toward the pond, growling with every step forward,

Man: dumb dog, there is nothing out

Before he can finish, Kassidy quickly sits up in the boat, and the man jumps. Kassidy hisses at the dog while it gets away from its owner and begins to doggy paddle out to Kass. Kassidy starts to panic thinking the dog may flip the boat, he lays down and out stretches his arms trying to stretch the sides of the boat.

Kassidy: Come on, Expand!

The dog makes it to the boat and tries to get in but kass kicks the dog's paws repeatedly.

Kassidy: F**k off dog, CURSE YOU DUPREE!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I hope Kassidy made it off that boat ok?
	He must have because he's definitely in the building. I saw him earlier.

	It's ashame he no longer has a match as Jett is also not able to compete.
	I am being told Jacob Trance has just been taken away in an ambulance.

	GOD DAMN IT!!!
	Our new GM certainly has a lot of work to do here tonight.

The X-Tron flickers on and we see the two Vietnamese fisherman “The Gentleman's Club” had sent to guard Madison's limousine. They are sitting on the bonnet, giggling uncontrollably at something - no doubt high on whatever narcotics Jack had shared with them. They stop giggling as they are approached by an angry looking Joe Zhivago.

The larger of the two tiny men has a nasty scar on his top lip, he takes a step towards Joe and holds his palm up towards him signalling him to stop.

Scarred Fisherman: Hey you, you no come here! Jack say, nobody to come near this car, is Queen Madison's and you too urban.

Joe takes a step closer to the fisherman.

Joe: Madison's limo, huh? And you both work for Jack?

Joe smirks and reaches out to lay his hand on the roof of the limo. He continues to speak as he stares thoughtfully at the very expensive vehicle.

Joe: Well I have a bone to pick with your pals, maybe you two fine gentleman would like to pass on a message to your associates for me…

The smaller chubby Vietnamese fisherman pipes up.

Chubby Fisherman: Hey! You no speak English?! My fren say you no come here.

Joe: No need to get mad now…

Joe takes another step towards the two Vietnamese fishermen and straightens up, towering over them.

Scarred Fisherman: Oh we not mad - WE CRAZY MUDDAF**KA!

The two small men suddenly and surprisingly back-flip away from Joe Zhivago. The chubby one pulls a fishing net out from somewhere and twirls it around in a figure 8 in front of him before hurling it at the Joe. The net covers Joe from head to toe, who frowns, calmly pulls it off and drops it at his feet.

Joe: You just had to make this difficult, didn't you?

Joe's eyes narrow as he moves closer to the now terrified looking men - they both try to run but Joe quickly grabs them both, squashing them together in a bear hug.

Joe: Tell your friends in the club - “Joe says hi”.

Joe spins round with the two men, clutched against him, hitting them with his signature belly to belly suplex. The two doped up Vietnamese fishermen scream as they crash savagely onto the bonnet of Madison's limo, crushing it - the impact shattering all of of the windows.

Zhivago stands up, dusts some fragments of glass from himself and surveys the carnage he caused with a sick grin. He shakes his head.

Joe: Too urban...

Camera fades…

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The Club is running this joint tonight.
	These boys are getting out of control but they are what make this show great.

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