The scene opens up with a familiar BMW pulling up to the arena.. As the door opens an even more familiar face of Prince steps out of the car. Prince in more casual like clothing can be seen with a simple limp and wrapping around his lower arm and shoulder.

As the scene continues Prince walks up to the curtain and grabs a microphone before walking down the ramp now with a more stern but painful look on his face. As he rolls into the ring it can be seen that his encounter with Smythe at The Clash has still not worn off.

As Prince raises the mic to his lips the crowd begins to quiet down..

Prince: Ah Turmoil.. OCW's B show! The show where all of the rejects that couldn't make it onto Riot.. Well with one exception I guess.

Prince: See all of you people have no idea what I'm doing here and that's good because honestly I question why the hell I am here myself at times. Cause god do you all just flat out suck like seriously. Just everything about this place is horrible from the cameramen to the guys in the back in that locker-room.

The crowd now starting to uproar and boo Prince is letting their feelings be known to the supposed Prince of Wrestling..

Prince: Yes yes cry and boo you want I don't care. See I am here for one reason, for one man. And that man is god probably the most ridiculous excuse of a wrestler I have seen in recent memory. The man who can just barely survive against a whack job of circus rejects, a man who only knows how to use fire and weapons, a man who on The Clash Pre-Show could STILL not get it done. That man being Wrex!

Wrex walks down to the ring with a microphone in hand, not wasting anytime in getting inside and squaring up to the paper hat Prince.

Wrex: Least we have somethin we can agree on, I'm no exactly a fan of the backstage "help" myself, nosy c*nts. But, but the thing I cannie agree on though, is the clash. See while I may of been on the Pre-show, least I actually showed up for my match. All you managed to do that night was deprive them a p*ss break. Can always trust an Englishman to disappoint in the end I suppose.

Prince laughs at himself before answering Wrex's foolish comment.

Prince: You're a funny man Wrex you really are. For a guy who barely wrestling you sure do like to take the piss don't ya mate? You think you're somebody pal? You are nothing. See the difference between me and you? I wrestle legends people of worth. You? My god you face wannabe rapping priests and you tag team with a stupid wannabe ninja at the most. You two were also cute with the matching attires by the way did your mummy make those for you darling?

Prince: See Wrex unlike you I'm an A-lister I'm on the main show I am worth something. I'm not some reject like you because I am.. Prince gets directly in Wrex's face and shouts... THE PRINCE OF WRESTLING!!

Prince steps back and raises his arms up bathing in the continuous boos from the crowd.

Wrex: Jesus talk about gimmick infringement I'm starting to see why you're over here on the "b show", they kicked you out the locker room didn't they? Can't really blame em if this is what they have to put up with on a weekly basis. And as for our differences. The only differences between you and me is while you are on Riot scraping wins from folk who haven't been relevant for about four years, I'm over here kicking crap out of the rest of the up and comers who think they can take what little space I've earned for myself on this show.

Prince: Who are these said up and comers Wrex? You have what a measly win streak just after the one week where B-17 out of all people beats you like come on. A guy whose nose makes an Italian mans nose look small decimated you. So who exactly of worth have you beaten? Vincent Winters the wannabe Dracula of OCW? Lil Hudsy the friendly neighborhood priest? News flash Wrex. YOU ARE NOTHING!

Wrex: You can use that B-17 loss all you want Prince but I'm not the first he beat and I wont be the last. But you wanna talk about worth, Prince all you've ever done in this company was beat a man wearing his grannies poncho and taken a win over Smythe, and look where that got you.

He points down to the leg Prince limped in on.

Wrex: Maybe you see yourself as a big star on Riot, but when you made the dumb mistake of coming here to turmoil, the second you walked through that door all you became was a less than nothing, dime a dozen, flippy s**t rookie, and that is me putting it generously.

Wrex: And while on the subject of turmoil, you want to talk about what I've done here? Then lets do that. Debut night anniversary show. Beat two men, one hasn't been heard from since, the previously mentioned Hudsy, damned near crippled him, and all four, not just Winters. But all four of the orphanage. And tonight I plan to add two more names to that. So unless you want me to make tonight three, I suggest you get back in s***ty little car, and go back to where you came from boy.

Prince: One day my good buddy ole pal you will see what I'm made of. One day my knees will crush your chest and make your lungs collapse as your gasping for air trying to even fathom kicking out. But for now? I bid you adieu.

Prince drops the mic and rolls out of the ring walking up the ramp as the scene fades to black..

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What's Riot trash doing on Turmoil Tom?
	All I know is I want to see that match.

Madison stood outside on the balcony of the overpriced skyrise apartment she had no business renting. But, it was good to be Queen. Or at least it was good to be the manager of The King. Three glasses did nothing. Nor did a sixth, and the tenth that came shortly after. The closing moments of ‘The Clash’ stuck with her, more so than anything the Skwad and Purge had or could have done to her.

Her phone rang.

Madison paused for a moment, staring out at the New York nightlife. Madison desperately craved the sweet oblivion offered only by exhausted sleep, dreamless and empty. It had been almost a week, and she could only manage naps here and there. The Queen was a wreck. She looked terrible, and smelled it as well.

The phone continued to ring.

Her breath quickened into tiny gasps and she poured everything she wanted and needed into the glass, hoping to fill a void. Instead, the void just grew, consuming her with confusion, her pain, her anger, and she found herself revolted by the greedy nature of her appetites. The next set of rings caused her to scream in frustration as the woman flung the bottle over the railing. One could only hope it missed any living person after its plummet of forty stories.

After picking up the phone, she took drunken steps back into the apartment. The caller was on speaker phone.

Dennis: I’ve been trying to get ahold of you.

Madison: Yea. Is he bleeding yet?

There was an awkward silence on the call.

Dennis: Regan kicked me out. Banned me from the building for the night. Weren’t you watching?

Madison: I don’t watch anything you aren’t scheduled to compete on. You’re my world, Mr. Black. And I thought I was yours…

Dennis: ....

Madison: I suppose I’ll have to find someone else to deal with R.D.

Dennis: Not fair. It’ll be handled. I just need time.

She sat on the edge of the bed and closed her eyes and opened them just as quickly, shying away from the image of those videos of her childhood that were on repeat for OCW audiences all weekend. Small though it was, the bed seemed like an ocean of fabric trying its best to drown her. She was awake because she couldn't stay in there alone. Not now. Maybe never again. Dennis’s voice shook her out of her day dream.

Dennis: You have my word.

Madison: You say that. And these things…these awful things keep happening to me. Er..to us.

Dennis: I’ll make an example of him, then.

Madison: What about his boy?

Dennis: He’s innocent in all of this.

Madison: So am I, Dennis. There’s no respect for us. Do it your way, then. But if you want his attention, go after his son. I’m right and you know it. All's fair in love and war, after all.

Madison: This is war. R.D. Money made this personal.

With that, she ended the call before her partner in crime could respond. A moment of self loathing kicked in and she picked up a bottle of Xanax on her nightstand with trembling hands. Madison stares at the bottle as the scene comes to a close.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a devious woman that Madison is.
	Dennis just needs to fill her up already... That's all she really wants.

	...
	Too much?

	Just a little. Malu is in action as he takes on Dustin White. I am being told Malu picked a no holds barred match.
	I hope Dustin is ready.

Malu

vs

Dustin White

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That match was brutal.
	Hopefully our emergency medical technician's are backstage to check him out.

The scene opens backstage, where the hardcore daddeh, Bill Ding is busily shining his hard hat with pride. Not only is he doing so quite meticulously, but he is even using a clean cloth… a seemingly far cry from the man we knew a few months ago.

At that moment, he hears his email notification go off on his phone. Ding walks over to his bag and pulls out the phone, (which by the way, is a Nokia, complete with a brick decal on the case) He begins to enter his password and unlock it.

“3-4-6-4” (D-I-N-G).

Ding: Hmm, what do we have here, bossman?

The email is from Regan’s address. Ding opens it and sees that it reads: “Hey there Bill. Please come down to my office asap. Want to talk to you about some business. See you soon, Regan.”

Ding: Alriighty then, let's see what Regan got for meh.

Ding sets down his shining hard hat and makes his way to Regan’s office.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I wonder what Regan wants?
	Maybe he has a sandwich waiting for him.

Jackson is walking down the hallway with a huge smile on his face after his win over Loki. After not being booked for most of December and having a couple losses to Team Dickflip, Jackson was on an incredible high after winning every match he’s been in since, including the fatal 4 way a few weeks back. Some of the crew who were backstage were high fiving JackMo; one guy throwing him a white towel with the OCW logo in the corner. Jackson catches the towel and wipes the sweat from his face.

After a few more congratulatory comments from folks in the back, Jackson heads towards the Rev Inc locker room but before he can reach it, Jim Black catches up with him. Out of breath and now hunched over, Jim Black holds up one finger telling Jackson to wait just a minute. Jackson doesn’t seem to mind considering his current state of mind. After Jim catches his breath, he finally stands upright and continues on.

Jim Black: Jackson...whew...sorry about that. I wanted to catch you before you packed up for the night. You’ve been on a hot streak lately but with this win over Loki, one can’t help but wonder if you won because Loki was distracted. Thoughts?

Jackson Montgomery: Distracted or not, you have to block all that sheet out when you step in the ring. To be fair though, I think Loki lives in a state of being distracted. I don’t care what’s going on with him and Trance. It’s of no concern to the Backwoods Badass. All I care about are my boys (and girls) in this locker room. Jackson points to the Rev Inc logo on the door. and making gains over these losers in the back. Riot or Turmoil, JackMo is back babay!

Just as Jackson says this, Dustin jerks the door open and sticks his head out. He looks left, then right, then left again before ducking back into the room and slamming the door. Jackson and Jim just look at each other before Jim shakes his head and continues.

Jim Black: Hold your horses, Jackson. Next week, you face the man that essentially started your downfall last season. I’m of course talking about Malu.

Jackson’s smile turns to a scowl: Look, that was last season and you’re right, after that loss, a lot went downhill for me. I lost the Turmoil title and damn near every match after that. I took my lumps and respect the man giving them to me, but that is behind me. I will go to that ring with my Rev Inc brothers and sisters behind me and do all that I can to beat Malu. If I lose, so be it. If I win, I’ll put another mark in the W column and continue my winning ways. So it doesn’t matter to me who’s in that ring, all that matters is...what the hell!

Jackson squints his eyes and comes off the wall he was leaning against.

Jackson Montgomery: I’m pretty I just saw a ghost!

Jim Black: Davie?

Jackson Montgomery: No not this time. It was a woman! Excuse me Jimbo.

Jackson leaves the interview but Jim nods his head, motioning to the cameraman to follow Jackson.Jackson gets to the corner and peers around, seeing the woman again before she disappears around another corner. When she does, Jackson advances his position like he’s on SEAL Team 6. He gets to the next corner and sees her again but this time, she’s standing near a door. She grabs the knob and pushes it open but before going inside, she looks in Jackson’s direction. Afraid she saw him, he darts back around the corner. After a few seconds, he looks around and she’s gone. He slowly makes his way down the hall towards the door which is open. He takes a few breaths, performs the cross motion, left, right, up, down and then slowly heads inside. It’s darker than a bag of assholes in this room and just as he gets to the center, the door slams shut and a candle light comes up in front of Jackson.

Jackson Montgomery: KD? Come on out man, this isn’t funny.

Jackson steps closer to the light and the “ghost” he saw earlier reveals herself. It’s no ghost at all. It’s Lacy Love!

Lacy Love: I knew you couldn’t resist my gorg-gorg-beautiful face and I know you won’t be able to resist this! MYYYYYYYY DIMMY!

The lights in the room flick on and hits Jackson’s eyes like he’s staring into the sun. It only takes a few seconds to adjust and right in front of him is Dimsmore. Without saying a word, Dimsmore grabs Jackson by his (glorious) mullet and slams him head first into the lockers, denting the one he hits with his head. Jackson crumbles on the floor, writhing in pain. Dimsmore picks Jackson up and pushes him up against the wall before smashing him with a big boot and again, Jackson falls to the floor. With Jackson sprawled out, Dimsore wipes the red “blood” off his face and smears it across Jackson’s, then heads for the door, Lacy laughing and skipping right behind him.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The EMT's are sure going to be busy tonight.
	What's with Riot coming to hijack our show?

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