Dennis: I want to start by saying it is an honor, and my privilege to come out here during the first Turmoil of 2017 as your Heavyweight Champion. Looking back to where I was in January of 2016, I…am humbled. This wouldn't be possible without you. Those of you in these seats, even the overpriced ones. You all made The Black Summer a reality.

Dennis: Those of you at home with your ‘Dennis Black ruined my life’ shirts gave me the best moment of my life, The Black Summer.

Dennis: Last but not least. To the vocal minority at their keyboards, without your outcry for change after the infamous Turmoil 126...I would not be your World Champion, let alone a contender for it. I would most likely be assisting the hard working ring crew with setting up the lights.

The audience laughs.

Dennis: Seriously. You made Turmoil a better place, and I look forward to seeing us prosper in 2017.

Dennis: Now I need to move on to some unpleasant business. Mr. Valentine, you and I need to handle some business. Devil’s Night, I read your message loud and clear.

Dennis: I tried to deliver my own on Riot a few nights ago, and was interrupted by Bill Ding…

The audience starts their chants for the husky favorite.

Dennis: I respect Bill Ding, but he's not on my mind nor my level. There will be no rematch or Dennis Black and Bill Ding at the Clash.

There were mixed reactions for the champion.

Dennis: Bill Ding is good for this company and this show. Women and children love him. But I'm not looking to make anyone laugh. Not tonight. Leon I've contacted our General Manager and let him know if you want a shot at taking the title from me at The Clash, I'll be there.

Dennis: But that's so far away! I've got pay back on my mind and vengeance in my heart, Valentine.

Dennis looks to the camera.

Dennis: Seeing how this Turmoil has fallen on Friday the Thirteenth…

Dennis: Seeing how I'm dressed for the occasion…

Dennis: These people are going to get the blood they crave. Valentine, you can run. You can hide. But I ‘will’ find you. I'm not leaving the arena until blood is spilled!

The scene cuts to a commercial break.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Leon is a wanted man.
	The champion has that serious look on his face tonight.

Loki and Trance sat on the concrete floor of their locker room, crisscross applesauce, and continued to glare at each other. Both men kept at it, unblinking, unmoving, unflinching.

Trance’s eyes began to flinch. Loki’s eyes did not. Finally Trance’s eyes snapped shut.

Loki: HA! I win!

Trance: Ok, are we done now?

Loki: NO! You poisoned me! YOU POISONED ME!

Trance: For good purpose!

Loki stood up and jumped up and down in frustration. He beat his hands furiously against his thighs.

Loki: I beat Malu!

Trance: Mushu? You hungry?

Loki: No not mushu! Malu!

Trance didn’t look guilty, instead he just looked up at Loki unconcerned. Loki however was building himself into a rage. About as dangerous as the Walkers from The Walking Dead at this point.

Loki: We are not even yet! I CHALLENGE YOU TO A BATTLE.

This peaked Trance’s interest.

Trance: You want to face me? One on one? Seriously?

Loki reached out and squashed Trance’s cheeks together. He held his eyes in his gaze once again. Trance considered punching Loki.

Loki:...You have a pimple on your nose. Want me to get it?

Trance pushed Loki off.

Trance: What’s this about a challenge?

Loki: Yes. I, Loki, challenge you! But in a match of my choosing!

Trance stood up and and stretched himself out to his full height just to show Loki how poor of an idea this was.

Trance: Ok, if a match will settle this and make you happy, so be it. What type of match will it be?

Loki: Oh, that most brutal, unforgiving match you can imagine. One that has destroyed friendships, a match that has destroyed lives. An unforgiving one that will be lay waste to all animosity and leave us with one true victor.

Trance:...You...You want to face me in Hell in a Cell?

Loki: No...Much worse. I, Loki, challenge you, Owl God Trance, to a game of...MONOPOLY!

Trance backed up with his hands up. His face was filled with shock.

Trance: No...not Monopoly...anything but Monopoly!

Loki: Good luck in your match tonight because next week I’m going to wipe your face on The Boardwalk. SNOW IS CHILL!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The Butcher vs Jacob Trance should be a awesome one tonight.
	I can't wait for the main event.

	Anyway Cactus takes on Rev Inc member 9000.
	This is going to be good.

Cactus

vs

Seb Abbot

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That was unexpected.
	I wonder what he is going to do now?

The arena lights flashed out, and the X-tron flared to life. Vincent Winters appeared rocking back and forth in his chair a sadistic grin on his pallid features.

Vincent: You plebian beings arn't worthy of seeing me in the flesh this fine evening. Now for you Wrex, you hurt my dear friend Bubba here.

He gestured to his right where Bubba Mitchell stood a moon boot on his foot, Bubba let loose an angry guttural bellow.

Vincent: I don't like seeing my followers needlesly injured. Now may I present to you, straight from the Halls of Illusion. Corey Ford and Little L.

A spotlight illuminated Wrex who was standing in the centre of the ring looking at the X-tron. In the shadows on top of a turnbuckle the painted face of L leered at the back of Wrex's head. The other corner squatting down ready to lunge was Corey Ford.

Vincent: Oh that's right, lights please.

The arena lights flashed on and Wrex was spun around by Corey, who lifted the stunned Wrex up over his head and planted the man into the mat with a hard thud. Corey rolled away letting Little L jump from the top rope and landing hard on Wrex.

The pair rolled out of the ring and returned with chairs, but before their attack could continue Jett Draven started running to the ring.

Vincent cleared his throat and Jett turned around. A mistake which cost him, as LL brought his chair down over the back of Jett who crashed to the mat in agony

Vincent: I only wanted to issue a challenge to Wrex there to face my boys at the pay per vie-

The sound of metal on flesh echoed around the arena, LL turned to see Corey laid out and Wrex leaning on a chair with a mic in his free hand.

Wrex: I f***ing accept, I've already beat you and the fat one. You think those two punk arse clowns can do better?

Vincent: Excellent, I look forward to our next encounter.

He clicked his fingers and the lights once again went out. When they came back on Little L and Corey Ford were gone leaving Jett laid out on the mat and Wrex looking around at the crowd.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The orphanage upto no good again.
	Wrex definitely has some balls though. He doesn't back down.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I am confused.
	What does this mean?

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