The following was pre-recorded and took place during the hours of the Road 2 Glory PPV.

We are in Manhattan in New York City. The time is 21:54pm and its pouring down with rain. The roads are pretty busy though. Our cameras get a lock onto a black limousine just about to cross the Manhattan bridge. Looks like they are stuck in traffic. The camera starts to fade as we now go inside the limousine.

Alex Robinson is sat in the back with a glass of gin and tonic. This is usually the sign that you're getting old. Alex is reading her now magazine. Sat on the other side of her are Rodent and the Butcher.

The Butcher seems happy and has a laptop in his lap with the smallest kind of headphones you could ever imagine over his head, they are so tiny.

Rodent can see that the Butcher is smiling. Rodent leans over to look at what is on the Butchers screen and when he does, he can't believe his eyes. It looks like the Butcher is watching porn, some hardcore dungeon kind to do with some Chinese ladies strapped down.

Yeah, the Butcher is having the time of his life until...

Rodent: "That is disgusting, we can't have this."

Alex who has gotten tired has shut her eyes but she responds to Rodent.

Alex: "What on earth are you going on about now?"

Rodent: "Butcher appears to be watching some naked women getting well..."

Alex: "You mean he's watching porn?"

Rodent: "Yes mistress."

Alex: "Please stop calling me that."

Rodent: "Yes mis... I mean madam."

Rodent pulls out the necronomicon, we haven't seen this in a while.

Rodent: "I'll soon get him under control."

Rodent waves his hand over the necronomicon but nothing appears to happen. The Butcher is still quite happily watching his porn.

Rodent: "He's not responding."

Alex with her eyes still closed starts laughing.

Rodent: "Maybe I need to take out that contraption that is around his head."

Rodent pulls out the headphone plug as you can now hear the porn. The Butcher quickly shuts his laptop and punches Rodent in the side of the face.

Rodent: "How dare you, you will obey me."

Rodent goes to wave his hand over the necronomicon but before he can... The Butcher grabs the necronomicon and opens the window. It looks like he's about to throw it outside when Alex quickly opens her eyes and orders him to stop.

Alex: "Don't, we still need that."

The Butcher shuts the window as he passes Alex the necronomicon.

Rodent: "How did you do that?"

The limousine has been stopped for a while but looks like the traffic is once again moving.

Alex: "You really are stupid!"

Alex looks over to the Butcher.

Alex: "Rodent has served his purpose. It's now time to get rid of him so Butcher, if you please do the honors?"

Rodent: "Mistress please don't do this."

The Butcher leans over to Rodent's side of the door and opens it. The Butcher than grabs Rodent as the limousine has started moving slowly.

Rodent: "No, don't do this mistress... NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

The Butcher pushes Rodent out of the limousine. Rodent falls into a wet puddle on the bridge. Butcher waves Rodent goodbye and shuts the door.

Alex: "Good work, he won't be missed. Now I think it's time we make do on our promise to Tiffany, don't you agree?"

The Butcher nods to Alex as he puts back in his headphones and gets back to his porn. Alex takes another sip of her gin and tonic before passing out. The scene slowly fades out.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What's going on with them two?
	Looks like we wont be seeing Rodent around here again. Good riddance.

	Up next, Wrex is now taking on Sid Harrison.
	Two brutes going at it, can't wait to see this.

Sid Harrison

vs

Wrex

The camera pans to the announce team.

	...
	Wow.

A camera would tune in backstage with interviewer Jim Black.

Jim Black: "Ladies and Gentlemen, joining me backstage at this is time, is Turmoil upstart, Jett Draven."

The camera would then pan over bringing Jett into the shot who happened to be backstage at tonight's show.

Jim Black: "Excuse me Jett, pardon me for asking but this just a surprise, what are you doing here backstage for Turmoil? I didn't see you scheduled to compete here tonight."

Jett Draven: "Why's that a surprise? I'm just back here enjoying and being apart of the show."

Jim Black: "Well, most who are given the night off often take advantage of the opportunity to rest up and take a much needed break from the their grueling schedules. But even when your not competing your still here. Why is that?"

Jett would subtly smirk towards Jim.

Jett Draven: "I'm here cause I love wrestling and I'm fortunate enough to have the opportunity to be close to the action every week regardless if I'm competing or not. Take tonight tonight for example. I got to the arena early while we were still setting up and I helped the ring crew set the ring up, afterwards I climbed in and worked out in the ring for awhile before the show started. Why? Because I wanna be on the top of my game and prove not only to myself and the lockeroom but the entire world that I can hang with the best in world when in step inside the ring.

Jim Black would look slightly impressed by the young teens admirable attitude in acknowledging the sacrifices you have to make to make it in this business.

Jim Black: "You know, I've talked to countless former world champions and hall of famers, about just how much you have to sacrifice, and how much of yourself is devoted enough to wrestling in order to stay on top of the mountain...

Jett would nod his head in understanding as he would respectfully give Jim his undivided attention.

Jim Black: and they all explained to me the same thing, that if they were to rest someone hungrier would along and take their spot. Do you agree with this?"

Jett Draven: "Without a doubt. The competition gets stiffer every week and I don't wanna become complacent when the guys in that lockeroom are getting better and I'm just staying the same. That's why I've made it my goal and my obsession to getting better and day by day and step by step. Making sure I'm always ready physically and mentally.

Jim Black: "Are you ready now?"

Jett would chuckle

Jett Draven: "Am I ready!? I got my gear with me in the lockeroom, you never know when there's a last minute change to the card or if they need someone to sub in for a match, and if that happens I'll be ready."

Jim Black: "With your determination, there's no doubt in my mind your future's bright and I wish you the best of luck."

Jett Draven: "Thanks Jim."

Jim Black: "I hope you enjoy the rest of the show."

Jett Draven: "I will."

The camera would slowly pan over solely on Jim Black.

Jim Black: "Back to you, Tom."

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Thanks Jim. Wrong time to be picking my nose.
	URGH!!!

Just like Dimsmore at Road to Glory, Jackson Montgomery wasn't supposed to be here. The only reason he actually came to Turmoil this week was to be see by the OCW doctors after the attack by Dimsmore. Jackson sits on an examination table shirtless and shoeless for some reason as the door opens and the doctor walks in. Behind him, was a nurse carrying a tray with a few syringes on it. She kept her head down and tried not to be noticed, walking behind the doctor. Her stealthiness worked as Jackson paid her no mind.

Doctor: Well, how are we feeling? I hear you took an awful beating.

The doctor begins to put on rubber gloves, prepping for an examination.

Jackson Montgomery: You could say that. Sunday st Road to Glory, Dimsmore attacked me from behind like a coward in the locker room. He seems to have a habit of doing that.

The doctor nods his head as he begins to look Jackson over: I see. Lie back on the table here. Let's take a look at those ribs. The doctor pokes and prods at Jackson causing him to wince a little bit. He finishes and reaches his hand out towards Jackson, helping him back up. This causes more wincing from Jackson.

Doctor: Well, nothing's broken. That's the good news. The bad news is your ribs are bruised pretty badly. I definitely can't clear you for tonight but you may be ok for next week.

Jackson Montgomery: Funny you say that, I've got a hardcore title shot next week against Bill Ding.

Doctor: Oh boy. I wouldn't recommend that. I'd at least wrap your ribs up.

Jackson Montgomery: Nah f**k that. Only pussies wrap their ribs.

The doctor lowers his head and shakes it but knows he can't make Jackson do anything. He pulls the gloves off and tosses them into the trash while walking towards his computer.

Doctor: Ok Jackson, I'm going to give my recommendation to management and they can take it from there. Nurse, give Jackson his prescription for pain meds and he can go.

The doctor shakes Jackson's hand and heads out. It's silent for a second before Jackson breaks in.

Jackson Montgomery: Darlin’, mind telling me what those needles are for? I don't think I need any cortisone shots.

Just as he finishes his sentence, the nurse, who's wearing a mask, turns around, needle in hand: Just lie back. You won't feel a thing.

She rushes at Jackson holding the needle like knife and takes a swing. Jackson shuffles to his left, just barely getting out of the way. The nurse stumbles over the doctor’s stool and crashes head first into the wall. Jackson is now on his feet trying to make sense of what just happened. The nurse gets back to her feet and before rushing in again, rips her mask off. It's Lacy Love!

Lacy: You keep your hands off MYYYY DIMMY!

Lacy rushes Jackson again but this time, Jackson grabs her by the arm, spinning her and trapping her arms to her chest and holding her from behind. The needle is dripping with whatever concoction Lacy has dreamed up to take out Jackson and is quite close to Lacy’s neck.

Jackson Montgomery: I'm not happy to see you and that actually is a roll of quarters in my pocket. It's laundry day.

Jackson forces Lacy to stick the needle into her own neck. As the last of the mystery liquid enters her bloodstream, Jackson releases her from his grasp and she immediately hits the floor unconscious. Jackson looks at her for a minute, shrugs his shoulders, and grabs his shirt on the way out the door. Still shoeless, he tosses his shirt over his shoulder and begins whistling “Off to work we go.”

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Damn, well serves her right.
	This isn't over by a long shot.

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