The camera pans to the titantron as we take a look back at what happened after the Devin Frye and Lil' Hudsy Match.

As Hudsy continues to squirm on the mat, one of his legs clearly injured from the repeated chair shots, Devin grabs a microphone amongst the waves of boos and roars into it, staring into the crowd with a wild glare.

Devin Frye: "THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS! THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU STEP UP TO THE NEW GOLD GODDAMN STANDARD OF THIS PROMOTION, YOU HEAR?!"

Devin Frye: "THE FACT THAT SOME CANADIAN CLOWN MANAGED TO LIE, SNEAK AND STEAL HIMSELF A WIN MEANS NOTHING! YOU'RE IN THE DEVIL'S HOUSE NOW, AND I WILL BRING HELL TO ANYONE THAT THINKS THEY CAN MEASURE UP!"

Devin Frye: "ANYONE!"

Devin throws the microphone over the top rope and towards the crowd in rage, rolling out of the ring and marching back up the ramp, not even giving the medical staff a passing glance as they rush down with a stretcher for his opponent.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Why do bad things always happen to Lil' Hudsy?
	I know right?

	Anyway, hopefully Cactus has recovered as up next he takes on TJB and Bray in a triple threat match.
	Hey is it me or does something smell kinda fishy?

TJB

vs

Cactus Gauge

vs

Bray

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Well would you look at that?
	He picked up a big win in that one.

B-17: LOOK AT MY NOSE!

B-17 was sitting on an examination table while Doctor Who examined his nose.

Austin Lee was sitting on an unformatable wooden stool tweeting his thoughts about being bumped from the main event, and the current status of the Invictus Club following Sid Harrison action to B-17. #BigNoseBingo was now trending.

Who: There is nothing wrong with it….

B-17 glared at Austin: This is all your fault!

Austin: Really want to cast blame? Next time don't wait for your entrance music to play. #Barbie

B-17: Doc, last week, when Sid Harrison viciously assaulted me, I heard my nose crack!

#Austin: Hold up, how is that possible? He powerbombed you. You sure it wasn't from diet Trance?

Who: Well, Mr. Bingo, the cartilage in people's nose can crack from time to time. And in your case you have a lot of cartilage...in...in...your nose.

B-17 oversized nostrils flared. He dug into his jacket pocket and pressed a “Cancer Awareness” pamphlet into Dr. Who’s hand.

B-17: You have a lump on your forehead, FYI.

#Austin: Don't punch the doctor, it's not his fault your nose is so big.

Dr. Who reached up and felt his head: Hmm.

B-17: Maybe it’s a tumor.

Dr. Who: It’s not a tumor!

With a flurry of noise Jackson Montgomery and Dustin White barged into the room.

Jackson surveyed the room. His eyes fell on the doctor: Who are you?

Dr. Who: I’m Who.

Jackson: No, you.

Dr. Who: Who.

Jackson: YOU!

#Austin rises up from his seat and steps towards Jackson: What you want, boy?

#Austin peeks around Jackson as he looks over at Dustin: Wait who is the new chick?

Jackson moves in a way to block #Austin’s eye line: "I just wanted to come check on B after Sid DESTROYED him on the stage. Jackson laughs under his breath. I mean, that's perfect! All that pent up frustration Sid had for me and he blows his load on this badonkaschnozz! I got you something Bingo."

Jackson reaches into his jacket and everyone tenses up getting ready for a fight. Jackson raises his other hand and moves a little slower only to pull out a face mask.

Jackson: Here you go. This will keep your beak safe when we meet later.

Jackson tosses it towards B-17 who immediately swats it away.

B-17: NOT IN MY HOUSE!

#Austin: That's impressive that you could see that coming at you with that nose blocking most of your vision…

#Austin shakes his head and turns his attention back to Jackson and the new chick Dustin White: Get your jokes in now while you can. Because after tonight as the Invictus shows the world who the true power is on Turmoil.

#Austin: You, your little sister and the rest of you who claim rev inc just need to tuck your tails and go back to riot.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	You can see the tension building for this one tonight.
	Rev Inc vs Invictus. This should be good.

The show comes back from commercial to focus on the ring, a cloud of smoke in the air, the Skwad father Parker Stevens can be seen sat on a steelchair, dead centre of the ring, a smirk on his face, cigar ablaze in his mouth, and a mic in hand.

He removes the cigar from his mouth and raises the mic to his lips.

Parker: Dennis....Dennis....Dennis.....it seems here we are again, destined to dance in the moonlight one more time.

Parker: A dance I never asked for, nor particularly wanted, but...thanks to the inexplicable booking over here on the 'B' show, sorry, my bad, this is 'your' kingdom...over here on the 'D' show....I've been gifted a Tv title shot.....

Parker: For doing nothing more than beating 2 rookies....

He reaches up and scratches his head.

Parker: Seriously?...For real? THAT is all it takes to get a shot at your Tv title?..I'd be ashamed....Do the powers that be really have that little value in your title that they hand out title shots to people who string back to back wins together?

Parker: That's embarrassing......not to mention I have little to zero interest in your title, but I'm here, so we will fight once again.

Parker: But make no mistake about it Dennis, this is a match you NEED to win, but me, well, I can take it or leave it.....

Parker: You see, poor little Dennis, so desperate for recognition, so badly wants to be the hero that Turmoil needs..yet you just can't quite get over that step....because you're so damn unlikeable.

Parker: You see Dennis, I'm going to drop a little truth siren on you here......I'll break it down real easy for you.

Parker: You just suck, that's it, plain and simple...you really, really suck.

He begins to laugh to himself as some of the audience boo.

Parker: I don't mean in the ring, we all know you can hang with the best, hell, you've beaten a few of them already..but jesus christ man, you just suck.

Parker: You have your little title run going, talking about how you want to beat my streak, but, like I've said before...props to you for doing what you're doing with the Tv title, but kid, compared to my Hardcore title run, this is a piss poor reboot.

He runs his index finger over some of the scars on his head, and the massive, jagged one that goes from his right eye all across the centre of his face finishing just under his left cheek bone, a memento from when Matsuda threw him through a glass window.

Parker: Until you get beat with chairs, ladders, burning tables on a weekly basis, by the likes of Eddie Mace, Tyro Kraven, Dj Chino, Josiah Cross, Ed Reed, Smythe Dawonder *the crowd cheer and pop for everyone's name up until the mention of Smythe, as the arena instantly falls silent, like somebody flipped a switch on the charisma vacuum*, you can't compare the 2...and let's face it, besides a handful of defenses, all the rest have been against green as goose shit no marks, everybody...EVERYBODY knows your head and shoulders above 99% of these schmucks in that locker room back there!....You NEED this match so much more than me, it means so much more to your career than mine, know if you beat an old vet in a fight, all you did was beat up an old vet, you get zero props for that.
If you lose to an old vet in a fight....well you just lost to an old vet, and that's just pathetic.

He leans back in his chair, stretching his arms out wide, his back cracking with release.

Parker: You are so focused on Matsuda that you don't even see what's right infront of you...a glimpse into your future.....think about it, record breaking title defense, a dominant champion, a target on your back, running through the roster 1 person at a time....sound familiar?

He motions to the hard camera to zoom in on his face, the Xtron becomes full of a scarred. bearded face.

Parker: Your future isn't Matsuda...Dennis...'I' am your future!!!!

He sits and stares silently down the camera, puffing away on his cigar, his steely gaze burning a hole down the lens.

Parker: But here's the thing, you see, I've done some despicible things in my OCW career...some truely bad shit..but guess what, when I walk into a building, people take notice, the whispers start, the chatter rises...'Uh Oh ,Parker is in the building'..'I wonder what he's gonna do'..'What the hell is he doing here'....

Parker: People sit up and pay attention...but, when you walk in, you know what happens....

Parker: 'Oh great, it's that Dennis guy again' /rollseyes

Parker: Because, like I said, be as great as you want, accomplish every record here in OCW, call yourself the Black King, the Dark Knight, the Black Plague, and what ever other nicknames your whore cum rag wants to refer to you as, but once you're career is over, and you're dead and buried, your tombstone will simply read....

'Here lies Dennis Black, Father, Husband, Son...Unlikeable'.

He drops the mic as the show fades to commercial.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Respect the badge Bitches!
	Old Country Way!!!

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