Live from TERMINAL 5 in NYC

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hello and welcome to Turmoil 148.
	We're only two Turmoil's away now Tom from the big 150 episode.

	... And tomorrow the Clash preshow begins. Which we get to call.
	I can't wait.

Previously recorded footage from the Clash 2016 Pre show

Madison watched Dennis stretch backstage in preparation for his match. She cleared her throat to get his attention, which caused him to look up at her.

Madison: Ready?

Dennis stood and told her he was.

Madison: Are you sure? How do you know? I mean, you did lose your first match to a guy in a dress. I'm sure you said you were ready then as well.

Dennis looked toward the ramp entrance and sighed.

Madison: And then you lost your second match to a homeless guy. At least he looked homeless.

Dennis: He wasn't homeless.

Madison: Either way, losing your first three matches would spell the end of a promising career. We can't let that happen. Think of the people in your movement.

Dennis: Why the interest in my career, anyway?

Madison: I'm no fool. You've got a decent following. I fully intend to build you up, and ride your coattails to the mountain top. It's a win win for us both.

The balding, smelly, overweight Bill Ding moonwalks to the duo.

Bill Ding: Once you go Black, you don't go back, am I right?!

Bill raises a hand to give Dennis a high five. Both Dennis and Madison stare at him incredulously.

Bill: Tough crowd. Anyway! Looking forward to our match tonight. Let's knock em dead!

Bill holds his hand. Before Dennis could accept the handshake, Madison slapped Dennis’s hand away and stands in front of Bill.

Madison: We have a no interest in dealing with the likes of you.

Bill: is she for real?

Madison: Go away, we have to prep.

Bill frowns at Dennis and walks off. The audience starts to jeer at the sight on the large screen in the arena. Madison turns to Dennis and smiles.

Madison: I'll make sure tonight goes as planned. Trust me, I've got your best interest at heart.

The scene returns to the present as Madison smirks at the monitor in her dressing room before looking down at the most downloaded cleavage in OCW history.

Madison: Best investment that I didn’t put a dime into, ever!

There was a knock at the dressing room door before Ding walked right in. Madison sighed loudly at the man’s presence.

Madison: Well Hamburglar, I must say. Gotta hand it to ya. Rush TV is playing your match from one year ago with Dennis on loop. They even paint devil horns on my gorgeous head. Can you believe that? They’re really eating this thing up. You’ve got these sheep actually believing you have a chance to win this thing.

Bill: Because I do, Madison. Dennis and I crossed paths for the very first time at The Clash, where you cheated! Leon made his return at the Clash. Everything has come full circle almost one year later. I won't back down from Leon or your Meal Ticket when that bell rings.

Madison: I can't imagine you've ever backed down from a meal ticket.

Bill: I'll show you what I'm made of.

Madison: Cholesterol? Expired meats? Lots of it.

Bill: Better to be real than all plastic, Daddeh.

Madison’s grin turned to into a scowl.

Madison: I've had enough of your disrespect. What brings you here, sir Fatness?

Bill: I've got his back tonight when we face The Skwad.

Madison rolled her eyes.

Madison: How Noble of you.

Bill: But I want you to know that when I break his heart this Sunday, he has no one to blame but you and -

Madison puts her hand up, shaking her head.

Madison: I'm sorry I can't listen to this anymore. I feel like I'm gaining calories through my pores just by being around you. Let me ask you something. Do you not see how the landscape around here has changed?

Madison: That's because of Dennis and I. And to keep this realm of ours pristine, as Queen...I will do whatever it takes. Take tonight for instance...Joe Zhivago damaged my property, now Dustin White is going to damage him.

Madison: Now fast forward to this Saturday. You've got a Hardcore title defense against a member of Rev. inc. Someone who knows his purpose this weekend. Tell me, Ding...do you think Seb is coming to take that belt...or is Seb being a good member of the faction and softening you up for Dennis Black?

Ding shook his head at Madison.

Ding: ...I need to beat him. I need to beat Dennis Black.

Madison stepped closer and spat in Ding’s face.

Madison: You aren't on his level. Get out of my site before I have K.D. carry you out.

Ding, for the first time in a long time...was seething. He slowly wiped the saliva from his eye before glaring at Madison…

The camera pans to the announce team.

	It's getting steamy in the kitchen.
	If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.

	Our first match is next as Vincent Winters takes on up and comer Jett Draven.
	Don't forget Tom. This is a falls count anywhere match.

(Hardcore Division, Falls Count Anywhere Match!)

Vincent Winters

vs

Jett Draven

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Explosive.
	Like diarrhea?

	Come on Tom, you know the board don't like them sorta jokes.
	Whoopsadaisy.

A small camera crew of Turmoil’s most under appreciated (Graham and Chase Hatton) rolled to a stop just outside of a Gothic Style Mansion owned by Jacob Trance. Trance had insisted on transporting them to his house in a blacked out window SUV. His living location was a secret to avoid any unwanted company. Once arriving they trudged into Trance’s living room and set up their gear. Cameras were placed facing Trance’s fine glass coffee table and mics were set up at all strategic points, this took longer than anticipated due to it not actually being a real camera crew. Finally they finished and Trance set up the board and then took a seat and waited for Loki to arrive.

Clunks from the attic made all of them look up at the ceiling.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The Hattons looked concerned but Trance just sighed and let his forehead fall into his hands.

CRACK.

Loki: AHHHHHHH!

Down came Loki with bits of plywood and drywall off in the corner where a small end table once stood.

He jumped up wide eyed and jittery. The crowd was silent. Loki looked up the hole in the ceiling and then down the the broken spindly table.

Loki: I-

Trance: Don’t, just don’t.

Loki: Bu-

Trance: No, just....Just. Come over and play.

Loki: Can I be the ba--

Trance: NO YOU CAN’T BE THE F*****G BANKER!

Graham: Wait! You’re actually going to play! I thought we were gonna stage it!

Loki fixes his eyes on the underpaid former media studies major: No...to the pain.

The Hattons shake their heads and walk dejectedly towards the door: Call us back when something exciting happens!

Loki looks at Trance: Me falling through the ceiling wasn’t exciting?

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Jacob Trance has a mansion? I want his paycheck.
	I bet it's haunted.

Stacy Clark is backstage with Lil' Hudsy, who is ready for his upcoming match against Wrex.

Stacy: Lil' Hudsy, you debuted on Turmoil last week with an improptu rap, do you have anything to say about your upcoming Turmoil debut match against Wrex?

Lil' Hudsy: Got me fightin' Mr. Wrex, I'm not sure how many 'X',
It's all the same, just a name, doesn't really change the game.
Then coming up on Sunday, it should be quite a fun day,
Read the bible, some recital, watch a bunch of fights for titles.

Plus, I've got a chance next week, although the odds are rather bleak,
To win a fight, & earn the right, to win the hardcore belt one night.
But I won't get too excited, just remain fairly delighted,
That the Lord, struck a chord, and now I'm reaping the rewards.

Stacy: That was... interesting? Thanks, Hudsy. All the best tonight.

Lil' Hudsy: God bless Stacy.

The camera now pans to the titantron.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	This Sunday Randy.
	It's going to be off the chart.

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