Live from TERMINAL 5 in NYC

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hello and welcome to the go home show of Turmoil 153!
	We're just two nights away from Certified Greatness.

	Last week we learnt that Mr Bentley is going to fight Dennis Black for the Turmoil championship this Sunday.
	I can't wait to see that. I just hope my boy RD knows what he's getting himself into.

Madison: Ladies and Gentleman, who among you grew very uncomfortable as the match between Dennis Black and the spawn of R.D. Money played out? I bet you all were expecting the tainted genetics of R.D. to be worth a damn in 2017.

Madison looks to the camera and shakes her head.

Madison: News flash, OCW. So listen closely. Whether the ropes are blue, red, black, green, or pink….Dennis Black is your Better. He's your Ruler.

Madison raises her arms: He's the Black King!

Madison and the audience shout “Bay Bay!” In unison before they resume their ritual of hating her.

Madison: Now then, urbanites. We are only two days from a year long reign of dominance as Television Champion ‘and’ a very special re enactment of ‘Amistad’ and ‘thirty years a fraud’ starring none other than R.D. Money.

She ignored the cheers for the Hall of Famer and continues to speak.

Madison: Think of my smile when you're looking up the lights, wondering where you went wrong in life. But if you're too slow to figure it out-

The audience erupts as the OCW hall of Famer steps on to the stage. The camera pans back to Madison, who was folding her arms with an annoyed expression on her face.

Bentley: The Finesser is glad to see you're in good spirits, your Thotness. I mean your highness. Especially when you are only daaaaays away from getting that pretty mouth abused.

Madison takes a few steps forward and leans against the ropes. She smirks before bringing the mic back to her lips.

Madison: I'm sure my mouth be abused in a few nights. Surely after I get to enjoy watching Dennis Black beat you within an inch of your life. He’ll have deserved every moment of it. Not only is he an excellent King, but a great father figure. Seeing as how last week he gave your son the beating you should have when he was growing up. Maybe then he wouldn't look like an extra on ‘Locked Up: Extended Stay’.

Bentley: The two of you got half this company shook. But I ain't in that half. I've seen better men do much worse in this ring.

Madison: Historically, few men have had more success in this ring against Revolution Inc. than you. But those days are long passed, R.D. Money. Dennis Black isn't Alex Cooper, Nathan Gains, Kage,...or Versus.

Bentley Nods in approval as the audience shows their respect for the former members of Revolution Inc.

Madison: He's two...no, three times the athlete those men will ever be!

Bentley: Any of those men would slap Blek in the mouth and be done with it. Where is your fraud ass King anyway? Holding your purse somewhere?

Madison: Under the weather.

Bentley: Sounds like old boy is making excuses. Who is supposed to catch these hands then, Madi? If not your King? I came to fight.

Madison: Did you, now?

Bentley: Equal opportunity provider when it comes to whoopin a man’s ass, Madison. Dennis Black is days away of finding that out. You two messed with my son. My blood! So I'm going to take away the only thing you frauds care about.

Madison: Now now, Mandingo warrior, You’ll need to survive the night, first. Focus on tonight before you even think about sniffing my property this Sunday Night. I'll find the right opponent to expose just how overrated your era truly was.

Bentley: The only thing overrated on Turmoil is Dennis Black! And this Sunday, The hands will bring me to ONE MORE moment of being a world champion. Oh, and Madison? I'll even let you hold my pocket if you behave.

Madison narrows her eyes as the scene comes to a close.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	You tell her RD!!!
	The Hardcore division continues on Turmoil. Lil' Hudsy takes on the guy that hasn't lost a match yet in Jett Draven and it's next.

(Hardcore Division/Extreme Rules!)

Jett Draven

vs

Lil' Hudsy

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I wonder if Bill Ding was watching that.
	I heard Daddeh ate too much pork sausages and now his tum tum hurts.

	Poor guy. I hope his tum tum gets better.
	Me too buddy. Me too.

The camera catches up with Parker as he enters one of the locker rooms, judging from the startled reaction of the man inside, he didn't bother to knock, the room is pitch black, apart from the small light from Parker's cigar, flickering in the darkness, lighting up his jurassicly magnificent beard and other small parts of the room.

Parker: Easy...easy there, I come in peace.

He extends his hand towards a barley lit pair of feet, signalling the man to sit down.

Parker: Here, I bring you a gift.

He extends his hand and offers the man a cigar, the man takes it, Parker leans forward and lights it, the man's face partially flickers in the light, his thick black hair and beard covering most of his face, the camera zooming into focus trying to figure out who it is, but failing in the dim light.

The man nods at Parker.

Parker: Well, I'll cut right to it, since I'm 'officially' kind of new here, I wan't you to 'show me the ropes' as it were, you've been here long enough, both on Turmoil and in OCW, and yet our paths have rarely crossed paths, so I figured it was time to 'make new friends'.

Man: Go on...

Parker: Well, what way to make a better first impression than by aligning myself with the most hated man on Turmoil?

Man: I'm listening....

Parker: Let's just say I feel like being an asshole..but why should I have all the fun myself.

The man strokes his beard as he contemplated what's being offered.

Parker: And you know..in all my time here, I've never been a tag team champion..so....you know...swings and roundabouts.....

Parker: let me make something clear, if, IF you do decide, this doesn't make you SKWAD...this is my little side venture, this is..shits & giggles you might call it.

The man sits there, toking away on the cigar, with no reply.

Parker: Now I understand my track record with people is a little, 'sketchy' you might say, so I'm willing to do you a solid. You'll know it when it happens.

Parker: Think it over.

He extends his fist out towards the figure, the Hall of Fame ring on his pinky finger glistening in the flickering cigar light..slowly the mans fist comes towards Parkers', in the dimly lit light a Hall of Fame ring can also be made out on the man's hand, the 2 men bump fists and Parker turns and leaves the room, a trail of cigar smoke settling in the air behind him.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I wonder who he was talking too?
	It doesn't sound good whoever it was.

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