Cactus Mardi Gras ladies walk around the ring tossing beads out into the crowd. Cactus takes out a few shirts packed away in his fanny pack and tosses those into the yelling crowd. People are going crazy for free stuff. After a few moments of celebration Cactus quiets the crowd. The ring is empty of its normal set, but the ring helpers pass out frozen drinks in plastic Mardi Gras cups to Cactus and his helpers.

Cactus: Patrons!

Cactus: Happy MARDI GRAS!

Crowd pops loudly.

Cactus: Welcome to a very special edition of the Watering Hole - New Orleans style.

Cactus: Back home it is a very special time of the year. Beads, floats, music, food and more fun than any one person can fully remember or recover from.

Cactus raises his plastic cup: New Orleans - I love you!

As the crowd calms down, an overweight man in the front row stands and raises his Watering Hole Shirt to show his moobs.

Cactus: You sir, are making the blocked list. But right now my hands are full, so that's going to have to wait.

Cactus: Now, I could just use up my time throwing out beads and enjoying ourselves for the next 20 minutes….

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

Cactus: But they told me before I came out that I have to bring out our next guest. So without holding up the suits a second longer, Patrons please welcome your King and Queen of Turmoil, Cox and Black.

Cactus: Every good Mardi Gras parade has a King and Queen leading the way, so thank you both for honoring us with your presence.

Cactus: Dennis, tonight you have a match that has been months in the making. A friend of the program, Joe Z has payback on the mind. How has this built up to this point?

Dennis nods to Cactus and accepts a mic that was offered by one Cactus’s Mardi Gras girls. He takes a moment to soak in the mixed the responses. It wasn't just Baltimore that started to turn on him, it was now the audience of Terminal Five.

He looks to Madison, who kept her hair covering most of her draped forward in hopes of hiding not only her face, but her shame from the final moments of Certified Greatness. Whatever substance was spewed in her face had not completely gone away, even after vigorous scrubbing. The mention of Joe Zhivago caused her to cover her ears. The Champion then looks back to Cactus, rolling his shoulders with a depressed look on his face.

Dennis: I'm still the underdog, Cactus? Right? The hero of this story? Turmoil’s story.

Cactus: With all due respect, you may want to put down both of those titles and type into your little google machine the meaning of underdog. I think you passed that exit a few miles back. Have you been checked for concussions lately?

Dennis and Madison shared an annoyed look as the audience laughed.

Dennis: An underdog is someone expected to lose. In a place like this, where larger than life men with bold personalities reign supreme, you bet i’m an underdog. I don’t have your arms. I don’t have that… ‘cool and rebellious’ thing going for me like the Cancer society you’ve been fighting recently. Nore do i have Ed’s strength or Ding’s boundless appetite.

Dennis: I’m just a regular guy, and Madison is just a regular woman. Like the fans of Turmoil. We’re very relatable, so she says. So i don’t understand why the same people that felt I was being undervalued last summer are now turning against me.

Dennis continued to pace around the ring.

Dennis: When Jimmy Henry left, I stayed and did my job. Yet he returns to a hero’s welcome. When he left again...I stayed. Once again, he returns to hero’s welcome. Joe Zhivago, another guy that left and gets all the support in the world. Even R.D. Money…and... ‘him’.

Madison cringes and looks away from Dennis as the crowd cheers what took place in closing moments of Certified Greatness.

Dennis: Every night I come out here and give one hundred and ten percent. What do these men have that I don’t, Cactus?

Cactus: Outside of both of those titles? Nothing, but before we play a slow, sad violin song of sadness for our untouchable, 2-belt holding champ, let’s get Joe Z’s meaty tail out here.

Cactus: Well Joe, you heard the King. What do you have that he doesn’t? Outside of these.

Cactus takes two blue rubber balls out of his pocket. Unamused, Madison glares at Cactus while the audience gets a good laugh at the duo’s expense.

Cactus: What? I mean the titles man!

Cactus: I am just working on my coordination while I am out here.

Joe glares back and forth between the so called King and Queen of “Turmoil”, his left eye is twitching a little. He takes a deep breath to calm himself. A Mardi Gras girl hands Joe a mic.

Joe: Before I answer your question, I must say what an honor it is to be in your Royal presence again, Dennis and Madison…

Joe bows mockingly and the crowd cheer encouragingly. He turns to face Dennis. Cactus smirkes.

Joe: You know, Dennis, you're right - every time you come out here, you do give 110%... From the moment you came in through the door for the first time here at Terminal 5, you gave everything you had.

Joe pauses for a moment and grins

Joe: Seth beat the hell out of you with a steel chair… those were the days… But you got your revenge and you took the TV Championship and here we are - a year later and an even shinier belt for your collection.

Joe pauses again and the audience stir, some of them chant for Seth Morrison. Cactus takes a moment to throw some beads off of his neck into the crowd.

Joe: But you're not the same anymore. You're far from the Dennis you were back then - I remember when you used to say you gave it your all for the people, because, you loved this sport… and you were telling the truth. Now all you love is yourself and the glory you seek!

Joe: And that's what “those men” have, that you don't - we still have our souls, our sanity, we haven't forgotten who we are...

Cactus: Joe, you’re finally getting to face off against the champ again tonight. How long have you waited for this match?

Joe: Too long, I have some unfinished business with this pair of fools. Dennis somehow managed to make a fool out of me countless times in this ring.

Joe points at Madison.

Joe: And that devious, conniving, evil bitch Queen… would you believe it, Cactus, one time she even tried to lie and say that I had raised a hand to her… me, the Prime Cut... the shame... it's a shame you weren't been locked up for good!

The audience cheer in agreement.

Remaining silent, Madison simply walks over to the Mardi Gras display and picks up one of the prepared beverages. She then turns to face Joe and jerks the glass in his direction, causing the beverage to splash in his face. The crowd boos after Madison resumes her place behind Dennis.

Cactus: Joe, am I picking up on some tension between you and the Queen?

Joe calmly wipes the drink from his eyes and licks some from his lips. He starts to walk towards Madison, taking a drink from a nearby table as he does so. Sensing danger, Dennis maneuvers to shield Madison from the incoming Joe.

Joe stops as he nears the pair. Madison cowers behind Dennis as Joe grins at him and throws his drink in the Champion’s face instead.

Cactus looks on as his Mardi Gras celebration derails into chaos as Dennis shoves Joe away and furiously summons for an official, apparently unwilling to wait any longer to teach the Scottish “underdog” a lesson. Madison whispers something into Dennis’s ear before exiting the ring.

As all 4 Turmoil personalities leave the ring, the place goes dark.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I am confused. What was that video all about?
	I am not sure but it looks like Dennis and Joe are getting back into the ring.

(Non Title!)

Dennis Black (c)

vs

Joe Zhivago

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Woah!
	I didn't see that one coming.

The X-tron lit up with the painted faces of Corey Ford and Little L sneering down at the crowd.

Corey: Is this thing on? Hello.

LL: I think so, the red light means it's live yea?

The pair start jibbering to someone off camera.

Corey: Since the defeat of Vincent, Jett has been on a bit of a run.

LL: A run that we want to stop, but it looks like B-17 may beat us to the punch.

Corey: Which is fan-friggin-tastic, it's like taking...

LL: I've had enough of this, tell them why we're up here instead of out there pummeling Jett to a pulp.

Corey pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head, meanwhile the crowd sat silent unsure of what was going on.

Corey: We want Jett at Road to Glory, Three on one. I know it seems unfair but think of it as punishment for sending our great leader into hiding.

The crowd started booing the clowns while pockets were cheering for Jett to take them on.

Corey: Think of this as your Road to Glory Jett, can you hear the crowd? Some of them are wanting th-

Little L snatched the mic from Corey.

LL: Enough talk. You have a week to reply, if you decline get ready to see these faces in your nightmares.

A smoke machine began hissing in the background filling up the scene, as the camera zoomed out to focus on a third person in the background. A giant man with a leathery face and frizzy hair, the giant of a man lashed out while growling incoherently smashing the camera and causing the scene to fade out into the next segment...

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I wonder what Jett's answer will be?
	He's got to get through that cancerous mole, B-17 first.

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