The camera pans to the parking lot as Alex is getting ready to leave. Rodent was about to leave with Alex but then realized that the Butcher is is in the main event tonight.

Rodent: "Butcher has a match mistress, should I stay here?"

Alex: "That's probably a good idea. We can catch up over the weekend."

The Butcher has finally caught up to Alex and Rodent.

Regan: "Stop them"

The ten security guards that are with Regan charge towards the car. Rodent waves his hand over the necronomicon and Butcher moves towards them. The security guards stop but one brave lad decides he will take on the Butcher. He goes to charge and Butcher grabs him by the throat. He lifts him up and begins to choke him out before dropping him in front of all the other security guards.

Regan: "What have you done?"

Alex walks up behind the Butcher.

Regan: "Alex what is this? I thought you and Leon."

Alex interrupts her dad.

Alex: "You thought wrong. That was all a part of the master plan that your golden child Bill Ding ruined. What happened to him is a result of the consequences of your actions for putting Ding into that match."

Regan puts his hand over his face.

Alex: "I just used you daddy, to get..."

Alex holds up her women's championship.

Alex: "This! Something you said I could never win!"

Regan: "You're no daughter of mine! I would fire you from Turmoil right now but that wouldn't be fair to Sophia. Next week though, when Sophia beats you, consider your contract terminated! Now I never want to see you again!"

Alex laughs to herself.

Alex: "Oh Daddy. You're so funny. Anyway I am a busy B and I have got so much to do. So see you next week."

Rodent uses the necronomicon as Butcher goes to open the car door for Alex. Alex blows her dad a kiss before making her way into the car. Butcher and Rodent stand back as the OCW women's champion Alex, makes her leave.

Regan: "Keep your eyes on them two."

Regan points towards the Butcher and Rodent but security begin to walk away, they don't want anything to do with the Butcher. Regan sighs.

Rodent: "Come on Butcher, you have a match to get ready for."

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like he just disowned his own daughter.
	Can you blame him?

Greatness looks around at the Turmoil crowd as they let out cheers for the OCW Hall of Famer. The crowd settles as Greatness begins to speak.

Greatness: Been a long time since I've been here on the show that Greatness built, Turmoil! It's Great to be back in front of an OCW crowd as you all have shown me nothing but love throughout the years. From the sWo to winning the World Heavyweight Championship and defending it here on Turmoil, I owe a lot to all of you.

Crowd chants 'Thank you Greatness'

Greatness: All week I've been receiving tweets and DM's all over social media talking about The Clash. The Clash was an awesome show to see. Everyone in the back should be proud of what was accomplished that night, ya dig? But when you get down to business, everyone wants to know why I have returned?

Greatness: They want to know why I chose to show up on that day, in that moment. It's simple, I am the King of finesse who make these females come out they dress. I wanted the world to know that a new age on Turmoil is coming at hand. People talk about Dennis Black, Madison Cox, and the dummies who follow behind them as if they run this house, this house that Greatness built on his back many moons ago.

Greatness looks firmly in the camera and points

Greatness: Ya trippin'. All of you mutts are trippin'. A different time and place, Dennis, you would have caught these hands for stepping out of that boundary box. And that goofy little whore of yours would've got on her knees and fixed it for speaking out of turn, if you get my drift, potna. But father time waits for no man and his banged up knee, so as much as I would have liked to give you these hands... it just isn't possible.

The crowd begins to boo at hearing of match not taking place

Greatness: It's all good, I assure you all, because earlier I talked about a new age coming about here on Turmoil. As I once rose to the top of the mountain, another Finesser has joined the ranks to become the face of Turmoil. My son, TJB is going to take over and show everyone in the back what time it truly is. With my guidance and knowledge, he will show dominance like a former World Champion once did while I was in their corner. But it will be taken to the next level being that it is my own flesh and blood that would shoot up the ranks and take that Turmoil Championship from Dennis Black. Your concern shouldn't be with the old man, you should focus your attention on the young one who will be comin' straight at you!

The scene comes a close wit the Hall of Famer getting a standing ovation.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	How many kids does RD have?
	TJB debuts next week.

	Turmoil 150 is going to be amazing but so is this next match.
	The Butcher vs B-17 is our main event of the night and it's next.

B-17

vs

The Butcher

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Wow...
	It's over, just like that.

Our scene opens inside a fairly worn out 1998 Toyota Tercel where we see the top half of Gentlemen Jack, wearing his patented Rev Inc Scumbag Division t shirt and probably nothing else looking through a pair of binoculars at a large group of chunky housewives working out at Curves. Jack licks his lips and giggles with glee as mounds of pure American female jiggle and bounce.

Jack: I love this country.

Jack begins to fiddle with a bag in the passenger seat while keeping a hand on the binoculars. After fumbling with the bag for a moment, he pulls out his prize, a small container of amyl nitrite. Jack puts away his pervert glasses, inhales his popper and begins to click his teeth while appearing to conduct an imaginary orchestra.

Jack: America, America, God shed His grace on thee...

Suddenly Jack's phone rings, interrupting what we can only assume is his perfect day.

Jack: Thank you for calling Pickles, New York's twenty sixth best male escort service. This is Doctor Cocktopus, how can I fill your prescription?

Jack picks up the binoculars and begins to once again leer at the chubby housewives as the caller on the other end speaks.

Caller: Hi Doctor Cocktopus, can I set up a date with the Diddler?

Jack: Sorry bro, the Diddler don't work here no more.

Caller: Sorry to bother you...

Jack: Homo...

Jack hangs up his cell phone and just tosses it into the passenger seat as his continues to stare at the chunky beauties.

Jack: Yeah get those jumping jacks in... Don't burn off too much though! Yeah there ya go... Just like daddy likes...

Jack begins to pleasurably moan before he is interrupted by his cell phone.

Jack: Doctor Cocktopus. You've got holes, I fill em. How can I help you today?

Little does Jack that know that instead of a lonely lady, confused businessman, or literally every priest you've ever met, that Dustin is on the other end.

Dustin: Oh man not cool! Not cool at all!

Jack: What the hell do you want? Aren't you busy guarding the royal snizz? It's my day off! I'm busy here!

Dustin: Sorry man, it's just.. It's just that shit is going down.

Jack: What do you mean, shit is going down?

Dustin: Like, Regan drove off our meal ticket man.

Jack: What the hell are you talking about? Regan loves us! We used to dabble in the knock off handbag industry together. Thats a bond not easily broken.

Dustin: I know man but something is up! He ordered Dennis to leave the arena for the night man. It gets worse, Madison isn't even here man! She's like in a secluded location or something man. I'm freaking out!

Jack: Calm down you moron! So the King and Queen are absent, no big deal. You're in Rev Inc for God sake! Act like it!

Dustin: No man, its not just that. Something weird is happening man. You have to fight next week. Against.... Him...

Jack: Who him?

Dustin: Ed him bro.

Jack slams his head into his steering wheel angrily, hitting the horn.

Dustin: Whoa! Are you with a clown?

Jack sighs with a resigned disgust at Dustin's innocence.

Jack: Don't worry about it. Anything else?

Dustin: RD showed up. He said some stuff. I dunno. I wasn't paying attention. Courvoisier took one look at him, called him a third rate Hootie and turned off the monitor. I didn't get the reference man... Oh but for some reason I'm like fighting his son. Hopefully just one of them man. I bet he has at least a baker's dozen around here man....

Jack: Are you on glue?

Dustin: Not yet man!

Jack: Anything else?

Dustin: Seb said we can have ice cream after the show.

Jack: Anything important?

Dustin: I lost to Malu!

Jack: And Seb?

Dustin: Oh I dunno, I heard Loki's music and took a nap.

Jack: Anything else?

Dustin: Yeah one more thing, your match with Ed... It's in a cage.

Jack throws his phone into the floor and begins to pound the car's horn as hard as he can while yelling expletives. A brief moment passes as Jack tries to calm himself. His eye catches his Versus Buddy Christ bobblehead doll on his dashboard. Looking into the eyes of his bobbleheaded savior, Jack finds little peace, only more questions.

Jack: Dear Lord, why do you test me? Every week I bend to Your will in hopes of gaining even the smallest of favor. All I wanted to do today was jerk off to fat chicks in a vintage Toyota while enjoying classic inhalants. But do I get to? No! Why? Because some washed up, wannabe pimp, has to run his old mouth. I'm sorry that your kid is too stupid to flip burgers RD, but it doesnt give you the right to shove him down our throats you scene stealing, ignorant, lazy, hack, has been, piece of miserable human filth!

Jack: But it's not enough I have to shield the champion from that asshole, I also have to deal with random members of the Skwad on an almost daily basis! Hey Jack, why don't you fight Ed and Malu in a handicap match?! It'll be great! Hey Jack, why don't you fight Ed in a cage? The kids will love it! But hey, instead of getting a huge check for it at a ppv, why dont you do it on Turmoil for next to nothing and keep working the ppv preshow circuit with the Wes Peppertons of the world! Eat a dick world! Eat a freaking dick!

Jack looks down at where his pants may or may not be.

Jack: I'm not even hard anymore! Great! Just great!

Jack picks up his binoculars and tries to visually ogle fat chicks but it sadly does nothing for the Gentleman.

Jack: Nothing... There goes my weekend!

Jack reaches down to the floor and fishes for his cell phone. He dials gets it and dials up one his closest confidants, Seb Abbott. The phone rings a couple of times before Seb picks up. We don't hear Seb's voice, only random screaming from an unidentified man and the giggles of European women.

Jack: Seb?!?! What the hell is going on?

Seb: Jackie boy? Well we're definitely not torturing an intern if that's what you're thinking. Get back in your cage!!!!! Girls don't let him out! Jackie, I gotta go lad. Things are... hectic here.

The conversation ends and Jack looks around his worn car, full of empty beer cans, cigarette butts, and amyl nitrite containers. Dejected with the events of the evening, Jack tries to start his car. However, the poor car refuses to turn over. Jack, losing his grip on his own sanity, ingests another popper before getting out of his car to ask for help. As soon as he exits his car, everyone within eye shot screams.

Jack: Hey can I get a jump? My battery died. Hey, what's everybody screaming about?

The camera pans back to reveal Jack is nude from the waste down. However, due to his excessive intake of drugs and alcoholic, Turmoil's number two babyface (how sad is that?) doesn't realize he's hanging dong. Our scene ends as a pantsless, high, OCW superstar wanders around a strip mall parking lot asking for a jump with his dick hanging out.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
	AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

	That's all she wrote. See you all next week for the big 150 show.
	You don't want to miss it.

The End!