The scene opens up inside of a shoe store as TJB is scene staring at a wall full of sneakers.

TJB: The choices. I don't think it's possible to just choose one pair of shoes to purchase. Money isn't the issue. It sure as hell isn't.

He pulls a pair of shoes off the wall, then another, and another.

TJB: I would like these in a size 14. Be fast about it, B. The Prince doesn't have all day to wait for you to get some shoes from the back.

As the man that had worked there came back with the shoes TJB looked at the wall again.

TJB: You know what. Just bring out the entire wall of shoes in a size 14. I want to have my own wall. The Prince of Finesse needs to his own wall. His father can't just take it all. I'm just as good you know.

TJB: And if you don't believe that then you're a fraud. All of you.

The workers scrambled to get all of the shoes in TJB's size.

TJB: Deliver them to the house. I'm sure you can't miss it, dummies.

TJB walks out of the shoe store before the scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	You don't think...?
	Yep!

Traffic moved at a snail’s pace. It was like watching a Riot or Turmoil main event not featuring Dennis Black, Hayes, or TKF. Dennis honked and honked, but it made no difference. His frustration was drowned out by the sounds of sirens. The Trump Riots had become violent, and the police had to take action.

A pair of slender hands landed on his shoulders and started to massage him from behind. Madison leaned forward and kissed Dennis on his cheek before playfully biting his earlobe.

Madison: I'm sorry for worrying you. You're a good man.

Dennis quickly looked over his shoulder.

Madison: Butcher and Malu are difficult tasks on their own. But together? Together they a force I would not wish on my worst enemy. Bill Ding is an exception.

Dennis slid Madison’s hands from his shoulders while eyeing her through the rearview mirror.

Dennis: You promised no more lies.

Madison: And I kept my promise. I never lied to you. You never asked me anything. In the eyes of everyone else, You were my hero. I am...ever so thankful. Come in the back seat, I'll make it up to you.

Furious, Dennis put the car in park and opened his door. Madison sucked her teeth and exited with him.

Dennis: He's about to get slaughtered, Madison. We don't do this. We’re Rev inc. The good guys. Remember?

Madison: There's being a good guy, and then there's being a pushover. Open your eyes! He's your enemy this Sunday. Let the Skwad be useful for once. Hell, they owe you for all the attacks.

Dennis: This is wrong.

Madison: Madison: People are salivating at the thought of this Triple Threat. They want that belt off of you so damned badly because they miss the days of the Turmoil Title getting passed around like a basketball. They miss Turmoil gold meaning nothing. Stability and longevity is not wanted or respected. It's feared.

Dennis looks back in the direction of the arena. Traffic started to move, only slightly. Horns beeped at the parked car and the former occupants.

Madison: When you lose those belts, people will cheer. You won't be recognized for what you've done for Turmoil. The company will just be happy that there's someone easier to get the strap off of. No one is going to be there for you, but me! I will build you back up, and we will return more fierce than ever to recapture what's ours.

Madison: Being the hero has done nothing for you. Summercide and the season eleven Turmoil finale are prime examples. Be the man I want you to be. The man i know you can be, and you will have me in any way you see fit. Stop trying to be so clean and come play in dirt with me. I promise you won't regret it…

Madison holds out a hand for Dennis. He looks to her, to the arena, back to her, and finally back to the arena.

Madison: Go on. Learn the hard way, then.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	This doesn't look good. The main event is next.
	Come on daddeh... If anyone can do it, you can!

Dennis Black (c) & Bill Ding

vs

SKWAD

The camera pans to the announce team.

	...
	...

We're not done yet!