Live from TERMINAL 5 in NYC

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hello and welcome to the first Turmoil of 2017!
	New Year, New Intro!

	It's so good to be back.
	Can you believe we are just over a week away from the Clash?

Previously Recorded

Our scene opens inside Matzo Balls, New York City's hottest gay, jewish nightclub. Opened at knife point inside a Gamestop in the heart of Little Albania, Matzo Balls is known throughout the land for their midget wait staff, cheap beer, twenty four hour service, and lack of any moral code.

Inside we see TKF, partying their young asses off among some of New York City's more colorful characters.

Tripp: Yo this place is tiiight!

Flip: Word brah, word!

Kick: No chicks broskies! Just men doing men shit! Woo!!!

TKF in unison: Men shit! Men shit! Men shit!

As the hottest young tag team in OCW continues their party, the door to the establishment opens as Dustin White and his date, the lovely 300 lbs former nurse known as Courvoisier enter the club. Dustin is wearing a tuxedo t-shirt and jeans, while his date is dressed like the queen of the ghetto ball, wearing a skin tight cheetah print dress and clear heels.

Courvoisier: What kind of kinky place did you take Courvoisier?! This place ain't right with the Lord!

Dustin: What? Nah man Versus digs this place, he doesn't mind. We come here all the time! Cheapest beer in the city and the only glory hole in town endorsed by Gentleman Jack. This place is soooooo cool! It has everything!

Just then a midget with a boombox on a skateboard rolls by the new couple.

Courvoisier: What kind of nonsense is that?!?!

Dustin: That's just DJ Hoomba! He's sooo cool!

Courvoisier: DJ Who?

Dustin: Hoomba, you know, the human roomba!

As the couple enter, everyone just stares at Dustin in awe. The crowd parts as our interracial lovers walk up to the bar.

Bartender: Oh my god! Mr.Trance!!! I can't believe you're here! Hey everyone, the Gang Bang King is here!

The crowd erupts in cheers, mistaking poor Dustin White for newly enshrined OCW Hall of Fame member Jacob Trance, whom apparently is known as the Gang Bang King in these parts.

Bartender: An Appletini as always Mr. Trance. What can I get for your transgendered friend there?

Courvoisier: Transwhat?

Bartender: Oh honey, come on. You aren't fooling anyone with that ghetto chic ensemble.

Courvoisier: Boy I will hop over that bar and break my pump off in your fancy, scrawny, white ass!

Bartender: Ugh I always heard Trance liked the truck stop variety.

Courvoisier: That's it boy!

Courvoisier begins to lunge for the bartender but is stopped by Dustin White.

Dustin: Whoa! My girl here isn't transgender! Look at them titties! Tell me them titties don't have milk!

Courvoisier: Mmmmhmmm!

Bartender: Honey, I don't care if his dick tastes like a fruit rollup and it cures the clap, but he has a dick all the same. We all know your type around Mr. Trance!

As the commotion at the bar continues, our scene cuts back to TKF partying at the other end of the club. Then men are chugging beer and taking selfies with DJ Hoomba.

TKF: Bro shit! Bro shit! Bro shit! Bro shit!

Kick: Yo! I just wanna kick!

Flip: Yo! I just wanna flip!

Tripp: Yo! I just wanna....

The three men stop drinking and just stare at each other.

TKF: Bro shit! Bro shit! Bro shit! Bro shit!

The camera cuts back to the front of the club where the door is gently pushed open as a telepresence robot enters the room. Just so we're all clear, when I say telepresence robot, I mean an Ipad on a segway. The screen on the robot is lit up with the face of a very annoyed looking Leon Valentine.

Leon: What is this? Where the hell am I?

The robot begins to weave through the raucous crowd. It doesn't get very far before bumping into a midget riding a very muscular man as a pony.

Leon: No... Don't do that. This is not a toy. Get out of my way... IDIOT!!!

As the robot version of Leon manages to get away. The robot continues deeper into the club, it runs into a chubby, shirtless, somewhat Peurto Rican looking man sucking on his own man boob.

Leon: How delightful and by that I was being sarcastic! You're a disgusting human being!

Peurto Rican: Nate Ortiz! Tippy tine my brother! Sadatay!

Leon: Go kill yourself!!!

Robo Leon rolls away as the chubby brown man continues to suckle at his own tit. The robot finally reaches the corner of the bar where TKF are still partying.

Leon: IDIOTS!!!

Tripp: Yo Johnny Five!

Leon: WHAT DO YOU CALL THIS???

Flip: Yo, who’s Johnny Five?

Tripp: Bro?! You don’t know Johnny Five?!

Kick: Bro, like who’s this Johnny Five?

Leon: STOP THIS NONSENSE AT ONCE!!!

TKF: Bro shit! Bro shit! Bro shit!

Leon: Did you see the ending to Riot? Where were you guys when Dupree was getting kicked in the NUTS by that MEATHEAD Sean McGee!?

Kick: What do you mean bro?

Flip: Yeah bro, we’ve been right here.

Leon: Let's get one thing straight... I AM NOT YOUR BRO and you mean to tell me you have been here the whole time? Wasn't Riot three days ago?

Tripp: Yeah bro! TKF 24/7!

Kick: I mean we did go to Connor’s house for pancakes.

TKF: Pancakes! Pancakes! Pancakes!

Leon: IMBECILES, ALL OF YOU!!!

TKF: TKF! TKF! TKF!

The scene cuts back to the bar where through some miracle, the confrontation between Dustin’s ebony lover and the mincy fagg… er bartender seems to have somehow resolved itself. Things aren’t all going Dustin’s way though as Robo Leon and TKF have caught his eye.

Dustin: Not cool! Not cool at all!

Courvoisier: What is it sugar?

Dustin: Skwad! Lots of Skwad! Like three Skwad and a robot! Oh shit man, oh shit! They have a robot now! We’re screwed man! We don’t have a robot!

Courvoisier: That ratty ass thing? You can get one of those at Walmart.

Dustin: Really?

Courvoisier: Would Courvoisier lie to her little cup of sugar?

Dustin: No….

Courvoisier: That’s right, mama ain’t gonna let nothing happen to her man! You got nothing to worry about! Courvoisier has beaten better men those three little boys!

Just as Dustin White begins to calm down, Robo Leon suddenly whirls around. Dustin’s eyes lock with the screen, a smile is seen forming on Leon’s face.

Leon: What is it you guys do? Kick, Flip and what do you do Trip?

Robot Leon turns to Trip who look confused.

Leon: In other words... Let's get him!

Kick: Yo! I’m gonna kick!

Flip: Yo! I’m gonna flip!

Tripp: Yo! I’m gonna…

The three men once again pause and stare at each other before once again breaking out in chants.

TKF: TKF! TKF! TKF!

The three men slam their remaining beers and begin to head towards Dustin White with Robo Leon leading the charge. Dustin White screams in terror,, grabs Courvoisier, and runs for the exit.

Bartender: Don’t worry Mr. Trance! You never have to pay here! We love you!!! I can’t wait to watch forty seven guys drop their load on you during your next performance!!!

As Dustin flees he yells back.

Dustin: I’m not really Jacob Trance but I’ll tell him you said hi! Also, gross! Also, thanks for the drinks!

Courvoisier: Fuck you cracker ******!

Our scene ends as Dustin and his ebony bbw run for their lives from OCW’s hottest new team.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Only SISSYS go to them sort of bars.
	As long as they had a good time Randy, that is all that matters.

Limo pulls up in the back of Turmoil. Bright yellow Camaro with dark tinted windows. Doors open up and out steps Cactus Gauge in his signature white sunglasses, ‘No Autographs Please’ shirt and sporting his new yellow and blue Jordans. Stacy Clark, who was preparing for the show, notices the Club star and wondered why he was arriving alone - Club-less.

Stacy: Cactus, Cactus, why are you alone?

Cactus: Well hello to you Stacy and a Happy New Year.

Stacy: I am sorry, it just caught me off guard. Why are you not with the Club?

Cactus: You know the beautiful thing about tonights show?

Stacy looks confused as her question was completely ignored.

Cactus: It’s a new year. It’s a fresh beginning. It’s a new opportunity. We’re back, we’re rested, we’re refreshed - and most of all, I know what time it is.

Stacy: Excuse me?

Cactus: Stacy, it’s almost showtime.

Cactus: I’ll see you inside. We have a very special Watering Hole is on tap. It should be exciting and you should make sure you’re watching.

Cactus gives Stacy a wink and proceeds inside to prepare for the night.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I think Cactus wants to get inside Stacy. Wink.
	Everyone wants to get inside Stacy. Wink. Wink.

	Anyway, up next is our first Turmoil match of 2017.
	Let's see what the future has instore fo us.

The Diamond

vs

Joe Zhivago

vs

Dustin White

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I think it might just be his year.
	I think it might just be after that win.

The backstage area was bustling with activity as stage hands ran about their duties, following along non chalantly was Ginger the intern and his camera guy.

Ginger: How do I go about this interview?

Camera guy: Dunno Red, the way you usually go about things.

The intern paused for a moment thinking of a tactful way to approach the subject, before continuing to a locker room door. Ginger knocked twice.

A muffled reply came back and Ginger pushed the door open to a scene he would not soon forget.

In the locker room sitting in the farthest corner with two questionably young black and white women clinging to his arms in a certain state of undress was Sebastian Abbott, a wry smile painted his moustached features.

Seb: Ah Ginger. What brings you to the dungeon of Uncle Seb?

Ginger: Two questions, one:How old are those girls?

Ebony and Ivory together: Nineteen/Twenty.

Seb grinned wide as the girls spoke.

Ginger: I had to ask, they look sixteen. Ok question two: How do feel going up against former battle brother Cactus Guage tonight?

Seb: I have no qualms with my former club mate, I wish him all the best and tonight we'll punch the crap outta one another until there is a winner.

Ginger: Ok I have one more question, if I may? It's about joining Revolution Inc and being on Riot.

Seb nodded and gestured for Ginger to continue but before he could carry on, a loud banging and muffled screams of either pain or pleasure could be heard coming from the blocked door at the back of the room.

Seb's smile fell as Ginger looked at the door with piquing interest.

Seb: Actually you need to go, there is nothing kinky going on behind there. Ah f**k you didn't hear that.

Ginger: Well I heard it, and the camera guy heard it. I'd say we have all we need from you tonight.

Seb clicked his fingers and the door shut behind Ginger and the camera guy as two menacing looking German bouncers loomed large.

Ginger: People saw us come in here. They'll send security to look for us if we don't return.

Seb shoved the two girls out of his lap and stood up, he took two long strides and was staring into Ginger's wide scared green eyes before placing his arm around Ginger.

Seb: Relax buddy, I don't want to hurt you. Zerstören das kamera und ergreifen das Fotze.

Translation: Destroy the camera and sieze the c**t

Seb walked Ginger to the girls and sat him down, behind them one bouncer started smashing the camera while the other tackled the camera guy.

Seb: Put the Fotze in there.

He gestured to the room where the banging was coming from and the bouncer obliged dragging the crying camera guy towards something sinister.

Ginger: What do you plan on doing? And where did you get the Germans?

Seb: Don't worry Red you'll be joining him in just a second. As for the Germans, I thought with all the hell breaking loose I'd hire some personnal muscle.

The two girls were running there hands over Gingers body, the boys face turning beat red as bulge formed in his pants. The girls came up with a mic lead and recording device, the intern looked worried as the first bouncer hoisted him up and carried him towards something untoward while Seb smashed the recorder.

Bouncer: I think he has gun in pants, it presses in my shoulder

Seb laughed: Oh Heinrich he has an erection, I.T'S H.I.S P.E.N.IS.

He said the last bit loud and slowly so the big German could comprehend what the Englishmen said, before adding.

Seb: Make sure Ginger gets freed after twenty minutes he is after all a fragile employee of OCW..

The big guy nodded and asked about the camera guy.

Seb: However long you want, he isn't that valued in the company. Use that big toy on him, you know. The one the girls enjoyed the night after Riot.

The big guy smiled a toothless smile then slammed the door shut to the sound of muffled screaming and a what one could only hope were cymbals clashing.

Seb grinning: Now ladies, who wants to snort this grade A Tibetan crystal of my c**k

The ladies now more enthused about the prospect of drugs took their tops off and let their tits free. Seb leant in and motor boated them, before leaning back and reaching for his junk. Now here is where we leave our wildcard of Turmoil to his sick depraved pre match party....

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I think Seb is horny.
	Jack needs to take his boys to a brothel.

	Did you see Riot this week? The Gentlemans club are all apart of Rev Inc now.
	This is true, the biggest faction in OCW EVER!

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