Watering Hole is set up with two leather recliners and a small round table with a miniature bar set atop the table. G.O.A.T. has hid behind one of the chairs as #Austin slowly paces around the ring shaking his head at the set.

#Austin begins to remove all the furniture throwing the recliners out of the ring before picking up his microphone.

#Austin Lee: What did you people think I would really allow Cactus to bring back the “Watering Hole” for you all to enjoy?

#Austin Lee: Just like the air you are all breathing none of you deserve for this pathetic show to come back, that's why I took it from you all and it will never be the same again.

#Austin Lee: But it seems to me the more I change things around here and treat you all like the entitled brats you are nothing ever comes of it because of the tears and the angry tweets and the upset feels you all receive.

A smile growing across #Austin Lee face as the crowd begins to turn against. Growing even louder every second as he puts his finger to his lips to quiet the crowd.

#Austin Lee: Quiet down, take it easy…. Sit down, shut up and relax because no one here actually cares about your feels or your pathetic opinion.

#Austin Lee: Each and everyone of you are what's wrong with this world. You all walk around like everyone owes you something, like your opinion matters, you live life as if the world evolves around you. And as soon as you don't get your way you show your true colors….

#Austin Lee: A spoiled entitled brat who I will take everything you love and enjoy from you with a smile on my face and there is not a damn thing you all can do about it...

Cactus grabs the mic which Austin had dropped and then leans forward on the ropes, looking up at the ramp.

Cactus: Austin!

Cactus: You and your cancerous friend B-17 can keep your slimy hands off my stuff. These people deserve better than to have you try to ruin everything which Turmoil stands for.

#Austin Lee: Me try to ruin it? THEY ALL HAVE RUINED TURMOIL… These people are to blame for my actions...

Cactus: You’ve been brainwashed Austin! You’re all messed up and B-17 has his claws in you. You better wake up, Austin. Wake up and realize the ‘why’ behind B-17’s movement.

#Austin Lee: Only one who is brainwashed is you. Since the first day I have stepped foot here on Turmoil B has watched my back and I watched his. But since we are finally doing what is right for Turmoil you all want to say we are brainwashed.

Cactus: You need to wake up Austin. I am here to stay and you two bums aren’t going to run me off.

#Austin Lee: Then if I am such a bum how about next week you try to redeem yourself for that disgrace of performance you had against B and face me.

#Austin Lee drops his microphone down on the ramp and exits….

Cactus: They say in life all you need to be successful is ignorance and confidence. I am pretty confident that you are about to make me act ignorant! So, I’ll see you next week!

Crowd pops at the acceptance of the match.

Cactus paces through the ring a few times around his set which is all messed up from the scuffle.

Cactus: Patrons!

Cactus: I think we all need a drink after that.

Cactus picks up the recliners and small table before opening a small bottle and downing its contents. Walking over to the crowd side of the ring, Cactus folds his arms and leans in on the ropes.

Cactus: So what do you say? Should we carry on with the show?

Chants of “Yes - Yes - Yes” break out.

Cactus: Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls, Patrons of all ages - Welcome to your award winning show in the OCWWWWWWWWWW….

Cactus: Welcome to the Watering Hole.

Cactus: Now my guest tonight?

Cactus: No one, because that scruff Austin jacked things up. So, what we are going to do is we are going to wing it tonight!

Cactus: So, anyone back there want to be on the award winning show of Turmoil? Come on out!

Cactus has a seat in one of the recliners before signaling for Jimmy to sit down.

Cactus: Jimmy freaking Henry.

Cactus: You have to excuse the mess. Not everyone enjoys positivity and motivation the way some do.

Jimmy: Things haven’t changed too much around here then?

Cactus: Nope.

Cactus: Where have you been good sir?

Jimmy: Back home in Scotland!

Jimmy pauses for a pop for “Scotland”, but the response from the crowd is ina bit underwhelming. The cheap pops he’d been getting back home for the past few months for name-dropping his country, clearly weren’t working tonight.

Jimmy: I had some visa issues, and then when I got them sorted, there was a whole other scenario trying to get back into the States because of my dual nationality. This country is getting weird, man!

There are some jeers from the crowd, but it’s not clear if they are in agreement or disagreement with what Jimmy just said.

Cactus: Welcome to Madison’s America.

Jimmy: And how about you sir?

Cactus: Getting my tail whipped, but I am still here.

Cactus take another shot from a small bottle laying on the ground next to him.

Cactus: So, why are you out here tonight Jimmy? I know the Patron’s are stunned.

Jimmy: Well, I’m a big fan of the Watering Hole, so I thought I’d use this opportunity to announce my upcoming return to the Turmoil ring.

The crowd cheers at the news of Jimmy’s return to action.

Jimmy: In the past month, we’ve seen some respected guys return, come out here and take shots at half the roster. That’s not my style, I just thought I’d come out and say: I can’t wait to get back in the ring, doing what I do best for you guys.

Jimmy points to the fans around the arena and takes in the cheers from the crowd.

Cactus: When can we expect to see you back in a Turmoil ring for action?

Jimmy: Well I’ve been back at the gym, and I’m injury-free, so I’m pretty much good to go. Hopefully I’m booked to wrestle on a show in the next couple of weeks.

Before Cactus can ask his next question, he is interrupted by the theme music of none other than “The Diamond” Jack E Quinn.

Diamond: Whoa whoa whoa...

The Diamond steps out from behind the stage curtain, holding a mic and starts slowly walking towards the ring accompanied by a woman in a black dress.

Diamond: So this is what it's come to, huh? Week in and week out, more and more pigeons like you, are coming out of the woodwork. And you always get big time exposure with your interviews that don't really say anything, and hour long segments that go absolutely nowhere! And then there’s your boring matches that mean nothing!

The Diamond continues down the ramp.

Diamond: Well not any more! I'm calling 'Sham' on this whole thing!

The Diamond gets to the ring and waits for the woman in the dress to hold the ropes open for him, and then he steps in the ring

Diamond: SHAM on you! SHAM on that guy! and SHAM on those other pigeons in the back!

Cactus: That guy? What th...

Jimmy: Sorry kid, have we met before? My name’s...

Diamond: SHAM!!!... I mean, why are you even out here? I have trouble getting in the building sometimes, because our sham security doesn't even know I'm on the roster. And yet, you think you can just walk in here and get in this guy's hole and get booked in a match? Not on my watch, pal. The line for getting booked in matches, starts behind me now.

Jimmy cracks a wry smile at the sheer cheek on this kid.

Jimmy: Now? Speaking of now, why don’t you and I go? Right here! Right now!

The crowd pops loudly at Jimmy’s suggestion.

Diamond: What? No, no, no. That doesn't work for me. Like all great diamonds, a match with me doesn't just happen, it is rare. That approach might work for your mainstream bubblegum pop mentality but I'm different. I'm like... I'm like wrestling jazz! I'm over here beep, bopping, and scatting and that takes time, baby.

A confused Cactus interrupts.

Cactus: Isn't jazz mostly improvised?

Diamond: Yeah... if you're doing it wrong...

Jimmy: Well I was hoping to make my return on Turmoil 154, so why don’t we see if we can set up a match for then. That should give you enough time to make up some more excuses, kid.

Diamond: We'll see...

The woman accompanying Diamond, holds open the ring ropes for him again and he steps out. Cactus & Jimmy watch the confident young man make his way backstage.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He's back!
	And so is the Diamond haha!

	Up next, Wrex takes on Dustin in a falls count anywhere match.
	Put up or shut up time Wrex!

(Hardcore Division/Falls Count Anywhere!)

Wrex

vs

Dustin White

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That's why we need to move our table to the stage area.
	I am with you on that one. I am sick of this crap piece of furniture breaking on us.

The Camera pans to the titantron as we take a look back at what happened following the Jett vs Loki match.

Jett strode around the ring his arms raised in victory as he soaked in the applause from the crowd. As Jett made to leave the ring the lights flashed out, then turned back on.

Jett now stood in the centre of the ring flanked by the clowns Corey Ford and Little L, and they looked ready to fight.

Corey made the first move but Jett still had some fight left in him and ducked under the clothesline aimed towards him.

Jett turned to see Little L laying flat on his back as Corey connected with the clothesline, a look of shock flashed over Corey's painted features but for only a moment before turning his attention back to Jett.

Corey lunged again at Jett and the pair fell to the mat and began rolling around punching one another, meanwhile Little L had gotten back to his feet and had started to aim kicks at the tussling pair before growing tired and leaving the ring. Returning with a chair L waited, then brought the chair down.

A howl of pain came from the pair on the mat and Little L looked down to see Corey crawling to the corner, a big red welt forming on his back. Jett got to his feet and kicked the chair out of L's hand forcing him out through the ropes. Jett was spun around by Corey who kicked him in the side of the head, knocking Jett to the floor.

Little L pulled a cooler from under the ring and slid it into the corner and rolled in after it, Corey was breathing heavily and beckoning for a mic. A stage hand threw one to him and he caught it. The crowd were booing furiously at the pair of Clowns.

Corey: You sheeple need to quiet the hell up! We have business with this upstart rookie.

He gestured to himself and Little L before continuing.

Corey: Jett, we've been thinking.

The crowd started to laugh, Corey started to get red eared. Causing the crowd to break out a Corey's a big eared wanker chant. Little L grabbed the mic and proceeded to speak.

LL: Yea we been thinking right. That we need another chance to beat you into a pulp. Our little stuff up cost us a few months back.

Jett started to stir, Corey seeing this picked up the chair and smacked Jett with it once. The crowd began to boo and jeer the clowns even more.

LL: Look what you've made Corey do, Jett.

Little L spiked the microphone into Jett's abdomen before doing a dance, Corey picked up the mic and started.

Corey: Enough is enough, you've put up a good struggle time to finish this.

Little L picked Jett up and hit the Great Milenko his own modified wheelbarrow stunner, Jett crumpled in a heap as LL rolled to the cooler and pulled out a couple cans of Faygo. Meanwhile Corey stood atop the turnbuckle for the briefest of moments before he flipped through the air landing hard across the mid section of Jett.

Corey staggered back to his feet and Little L chucked two cans to him before proceeding to spray the soda at the crowd and over Jett, Corey also began pouring the faygo over the prone figure on the mat before smashing the cans above is head.

The lights faded out as the clowns began bowing to the crowd, when they returned Corey and Little L were no where to be seen and Jett lay in the quickly drying soda soaking the ring. A couple of medics came rushing down to check on the fallen and sticky Jett but he waved them away slowly crawling to the ropes as the cameras cut backstage to the next segment...

The camera pans to the announce team.

	It's been a long time and everyone is glad to have him back.
	Dennis if you're watching. That's what a true face and underdog really looks like AHAHAHAHAHA!

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