Madison was enjoying her evening of luxury. She lay sprawled on her couch, barely clothed without a speck of shame as she watched her favorite movie. She made sure her slave, Tang, was blindfolded so he could not gaze upon her beauty as he served as nothing more but a table for her bowl of grapes while on his hands and knees.

Madison: God...it’s great to be Queen. If only more women in OCW had my work ethic, they’d realize there are other ways to make it to the top than spending year one on your knees. I want respect, and I treat people with respect.

She takes one of the grapes from the bowl and plops it in her mouth.

Madison: Ah yes...tis good to be Queen. When the Lord is away, the Lady will...ah...lounge? Yea, lounge. Ah! Speaking of the King...i suppose i should do my duty and keep him interested. What do you think, Bing Bong Ding Dong?

Tang, who knew very little English at least knew to be highly offended at that, and remained silent.

Madison: Good answer.

Madison raised the phone high above her head and suggestively licked the tip of her index finger. After snapping the picture, she lowered the phone and started to text her Champion.

Madison: ‘This could be you. Keep your eye on the prize.’ Aaaaaaaaaaaaand….send.

Madison smirked.

Madison: Poor guy, at this rate he may literally die from implosion.

One of the fishermen bursted into her room screaming all sorts of things she could never understand. So she did the only natural thing...

Scream back.

After minutes of screaming had gone by, the fisherman motioned for her to follow. So she did just that, after getting dressed. The cameras follow her to the parking where a crowd of Turmoil stars and staff are gathered. They all step aside, giving the Queen enough space to be horrified.

Madison: Oh...My….GOD!

Madison turns and points accusingly at the crowd. Flames and sparks continued to fly from her limo.

Madison: WHO!!! WHO DID THIS!!!

No one answered. She picks up her phone and dials for Jack frantically. His number went straight to voicemail. Again, she screams into the phone.

Madison: Jack! Who did this? You let the Butcher get close to my chariot!? Where are you? Where are my guards?! All I have is General Gau and Hello Kitty at my side.

Tang looked up to the fisherman, both shook their heads.

Madison: Jack...if you want to remain in my court and receive the blessings of God himself...I need you to make amends!

She paced around the parking lot, seemingly getting calmer.

Madison: Any member of the Gentleman’s Club. This frustration will be taken out on them...only then...will you and I be square. You have seven days.

Madison hangs up the phone and sighs. Her night was far from over.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The queen has spoken.
	I wonder what's going to go down when she meets Alex at Devils Night?

	One dreads to think.
	I know right. The only queen on Turmoil is queen Sophia.

The camera pans to the titanton where we take a look at what took place after the Vincent Winters vs Wrex match up.

The final bell had tolled and Vincent knelt in the center of the ring beside the downed Wrex. The arena lights flashed out and several moments passed before they blinked back to life, the rest of the Kindred were in the ring sans Lucas Crowe who sat on the stage watching in silence.

Pyra barked orders towards Corey Ford and Little L, the pair climbed to the top rope in opposite corners and awaited further instructions.

Vincent had gotten to his feet and swaggered around the ring, urging Wrex to rise to his feet, when the downed rookie didn't stir Bubba the big man of the group dead lifted Wrex to a standing position. Vincent lunged and grabbed Wrex by the mouth shoving him hard back to the ground and knocking him out again.

Pyra pointed at Little L who jumped and landed a swanton bomb, crushing the air from Wrex's lungs. Barely a few seconds had passed as Little L rolled away and Corey Ford came crashing down hard, again Wrex turned purple as he gasped for air.

The group moved aside as Bubba again lifted Wrex to his feet, well to Bubba's eye level anyway.

Pyra: See you next week.

The group turned to the stage to see Crowe nodding his approval, his arm shot out from his side and he gestured a thumbs down. A cruel smile flashed across his features as he left the stage leaving his Kin to continue their beat down of Wrex.

Bubba slapped his hand around the throat of Wrex and lifted him high into the air before smashing him down with a vicious choke slam. Vincent yet again knelt down in front of the fallen rookie, arms outstretched and a laugh escaping his lips, the lights died out along with Vincent's laugh. When they came back on the EMT's were in the ring tending to Wrex, the Kindred were gone....

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Kindred have definitely grown in numbers.
	Poor Wrex...

Graham Hatton:...Bro.

Chase Hatton:...Bro. I know.

Graham:....Dude.

Chase:...Yeah.

The Hattons were off for the week. Still obligated by their loose contract and desire to make that “dough” they were present nonetheless. Having been recently signed and under unscrupulous circumstances they were resigned to the “C” locker rooms filled with musty couches and stained blankets. The Gentleman’s Club had vacated to find an ATM.

Graham: We have no idea what we are doing...

Chase: Nope.

Graham was sprawled out on the concrete floor, afraid to lay on anywhere else. Chase was pacing across the room.

Chase: Alright, alright, alright. How long before we get paid?

Graham groaned in misery: In order to ensure our contract is guaranteed we need to be on the active roster on January 13th.

Chase stopped walking to and from and glared down at his brother.

Chase: And how the hell are we going to avoid being fired in the next month and a half!

Graham: Remember Astronomy 101?

Chase: No...we can’t.

Graham: We must.

Chase: S**t!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I think they could make a good tag team one day.
	What the Hatton brothers. I could dig it.

	Up next, Jack E Quinn takes on Dustin White in singles action.
	Aint that a SHAM!!!

Jack E Quinn

vs

Dustin White

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hey, was Quinn wearing make up?
	What a Sham!

We go backstage as Leon is sat down in Regans chair with his feet up on the desk. Alongside him is Malu and the Butcher. Leon has his North American championship laid out and his Necromicon in his hand. It looks like the trio are waiting for Regan.

The door to Regan's office opens but it's not Regan.

Kassidy: "F**K!"

It's none other than Purge member. Kassidy Hayes. He's about to leave when...

Leon: "Hey, you don't have to leave because of us. Do you have an appointment with our general manager too?"

Kassidy: "I did but you're here and I don't have time for any of you F**kers so I am out of here."

Kass is about to leave when...

Leon: "Wait just a minute... Just because our glorious hero Tiberius Dupree has a problem with you, doesn't mean we do."

Malu: "Actually I have a problem with him Leon. I hate his stupid, vampire looking face."

Leon: "Well, I guess Malu has a problem with you too, that being said... "

Just then, the Butcher slams his fist against the desk, causing a huge dent to appear.

Leon: "...And maybe my new creation the Butcher does too. But I don't..."

Leon looks at Malu and the Butcher as his face lights up with an evil smile.

Leon: "Naw, I am kidding. We all got a problem with you Kass, now Dupree would be upset with us if he knew we saw you and allowed you to walk away, so since you like to attack peoples legs so much."

Leon looks at the Butcher as he gets out the Necromicon.

Leon: "Butcher, you know what to do."

The Butcher smiles as Kass gets into his defensive stance. Just as the Butcher makes a move, in comes Ronald Regan followed by people who look like they're from the army and they are armed with guns.

Mr. Regan: "I will not allow this to happen. It's not why I asked you here."

Leon: "I wouldn't get in the Butchers way, you saw what he did last week to your entire security force right?"

Mr. Regan: "That's why I paid to have the army here tonight. Granted they were running a bit late, but all that matters is they're here now.

Mr. Regan: "Your Butcher maybe tough but I am sure he still bleeds the same as everyone else."

Leon: "Try him."

Mr. Regan: "I wouldn't, my friends here are armed and they will shoot in self defense if they need too. Poor Billy is in a coma because of what the two of you did last week and I won't let you do it again."

The Butcher walks slowly forward.

Leon: "Butcher... Stop!"

Malu: "Not wise Regan, not wise at all."

Mr. Regan: "... And what you did wasn't wise either. You should go and get changed because Loki is still here and he's ready to fight tonight. So your match is now a 1 on 1 match."

Malu looks at Leon and begins to yawn.

Malu: "I knew we should have taken him out too..."

Malu walks past everyone and out of the office.

Leon: "I think..."

Ronald Regan cuts Leon off.

Mr. Regan: "No, you listen here. You have ruined tonight's main event so here is what's going to happen. Tonight Leon..."

Mr. Regan: "You're going to be in the main event against this man..."

Regan points to Kassidy Hayes.

Leon: "Naw my contract is on Riot. The Butcher though, he can fight Kass and when he breaks Kass's legs. It will all be legal."

Mr. Regan: "Nope, Kass will be fighting you and as far as Big Ed goes... He can leave the arena now because he's banned from ringside."

Leon: "I don't think you heard me."

Mr. Regan: "I did, but that isn't what your contract says at all. You've come to our show. Took out our roster. If you're going to come to our show and do all that, then you can compete. If not, I can ban you from Turmoil forever and strip you right now of the North American championship. The choice is yours."

Leon: "This championship is my property and it belongs on Riot, a show that I work on. Just because you allow that little jumping bean to hold both of your championships, doesn't mean you can do S**T when it comes to my North American championship!"

Mr. Regan: "Actually, I can. Just like Parker and Blake could compete on both shows and fight for any championship. So can you... I have the power to fire you and I don't think anyone here or on Riot apart from your little group would care even a little."

Leon: "You know what, I don't like your attitude old man! I am not your daughter but fine. You want me in your main event so bad? You got it!"

Mr. Regan: "Now Big Ed..."

Leon: "He's called the Butcher."

Mr. Regan: "I don't really care ... Ed... Butcher... Leon's B***h. It's time for you to leave."

The Butcher stands still without moving an eye.

Leon: "Yeah it doesn't work like that and call him a B***h again. He will murder you."

Mr. Regan: "...Is that so... Well you better make him leave then!"

Leon grabs the Necromicon.

Leon: "Butcher, go wait for me in my car."

The Butcher slowly begins to walk, he walks upto Regan who is right by the door. He looks down on him as Regan is small, Regan gets nervous. The army make a move when...

Leon: "Butcher..."

The Butcher pushes past Regan and out the door.

Leon: "Happy now? Not even I can always control his actions even with the necromicon when you treat him like that."

All this time, Kass has just been leaning against the wall.

Kassidy: "Hey Leon, it's going to be your legs that get broken tonight. Just so you know."

Kassdy is about to leave but Regan stops him.

Mr. Regan: "Before you go, I forgot to mention that tonight's main event. It will be a no DQ match and everyone here on Turmoil is banned from ringside. You see Leon, I can abuse my power too, just like you and my daughter did."

Leon: "If you're not careful. I might use the Necromicon on you next. Trust me, you don't want that."

Mr. Regan: "Just for that, the North American championship is now on the line. You may now get out of my chair and leave this office."

Kassidy: "It's about time I get rewarded for something on this show. I'll see you later Leon, keep that belt warm for me now will you?"

Kassidy leaves as Leon isn't in the slightest, one bit impressed with his father in law.

Leon: "You're making a huge mistake."

Mr. Regan: "Can you all please escort Leon out of here and to his..."

Leon: "No need old man, I am leaving."

Leon gets out of the chair walking past Regan and all his army friends.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like we have a new main event.
	As much as I like it, my dude K.Dangelo will not be happy. That's his shot Kass is taking.

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