We come back from commercial with Jeremiah Tully in the ring with his music playing.

As the entrance music fades the brash and bullish Jeremiah Tully massages his moustache as the boos and jeers of the fans taunting him over yet another loss begin to rain down.

Tully: "Woah, woah, woah there you bunch of no hopers... I did not come all the way here from Gods country to listen to this abuse. So... We're going to have a little lesson in Southern manners... This right here..."

Tully raises his left hand, only the pinky is extended.

Tully: "This pinky right here, when it's raised means Tully says shut up."

The crowd boo, prompting Tully to wag his pinky.

Tully: "That's fine, I understand you city boys are all as slow as a steer in the mud. "

He lowers his hand and turns directly to the hard camera.

Tully: "So let's get down to business shall we... Jeremiah Tully, that's me just in case you're plain stupid or that big ol' guy over on RIOT that just shows up to fight... Speaking of fighting, I'd like to get a few things off my bleeding heart, I would like to take the time... To formerly announce I am throwing my black hat into the ring of the hardcore division and that... Whilst Hudsy is prancing around claiming to me a man of God, that I have not forgotten and I am not going away... Any more of his heathenism and I'll be forced to split his skull wide open for all these not so good people to see."

Tully sneers and spits a gob of chewing tobacco at a lady in the front row. She rises from her seat and begins hurling insults.

Tully: "You sit your little ol' wrinkly butt down there petunia, don't want you to have no stroke in the audience, however, if you're still so riled up after the show... Room 409 just across the road and I can let you get a little sample of some Southern comforts, if you know what I mean..."

The woman continues to argue with security now as she reaches fever point.

Tully: "Back to business. I noticed there's this little thing called Future Investment, and I get it, my good self has not won a match in a while, heck, I seem to lose quicker than a hiccup, but.. Some of those names... Some of the way those people look... If you catch my drift... It makes me scratch my head, and I understand that there's guys who get paid big bucks to make big decisions, not like a ham and egger like myself... But, if any of those pukes are real men, and again, I understand I don't call the shots, but if they were real men, proud, Southern men, they would fight the last real man on Turmoil, the villain Jeremiah Tully... You know where to find me, be it for your spot, your belt or just your dollar."

The distinct voice of Johnny Cash plays Jeremiah out as he heads backstage and we head to the commentary team to discuss what was just said.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I wonder what Daddeh has got to say about that?
	The Dinger would eat him alive.

The scene opens up in the barely operational hospital, Corey Ford was walking the corridors seemingly unaware that every door was locked.

???: Mister Ford, you need to get back to your room child.

Corey spun around to see an elderly looking black nurse standing behind him.

Corey: Why are all these rooms locked and where are the other patients?

Nurse: Don't make me repeat meself sweet child.

She reached out and grabbed Corey by the arm, leading him back to his room.

Corey: I need to get out of here, I haven't had human contact for almost two weeks. This is torture.

The nurse guided Corey back into his room before closing the door and locking it behind him.

Nurse: We'll drop your food off soon. Sleep well child.

Corey: This in inhumane! I need to get out of here!

The scene starts to fade with Corey slumping into the corner of his room head in hands....

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Poor Corey.
	Nothing worse than isolation.

	Dustin White is in action next but his opponent Devin Frye has gone missing in action.
	I am being told a replacement has been found though.

Dustin White

vs

???

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Sweet baby Jesus!!!
	Damn!!!

Startled, Madison turned to face her guest who was standing there with her hands resting at her sides. The newcomer scrutinizes the blond, looking her up and down. Madison noticeably relaxes when realizing who her guest was.

Madison: You Asians and your ninja tactics.

Minami: I've been here for sixty seconds and you've already insulted a race of people with an absurd stereotype. You truly are a piece of work, Ms. Cox.

Madison: Was only trying to lighten the mood. I'm surprised you came. Don't get me wrong, I’m beyond glad. Honored, even. To be graced with the presence of wrestling royalty, the sister of the one and only...Matsuda.

Madison curtsied, almost spilling out of her top. Unimpressed, the woman glanced away from Madison’s abundance of cleavage.

Minami: The Whore of Babylon, in the flesh.

Madison looked up to Minami with a scowl. Minami reached into her jacket and pulled out a large orange envelope. She the handed it to Madison.

Minami: I can see how such a simple man could fall under your spell. Believe it or not, my brother meant it when he said there was potential in your companion. Imagine the good he could do for OCW, the good he could do for this business if he were driven by his love for wrestling...rather than blinded by his love for you.

Madison struggles to look up from the dollar signs associated with a Dennis Black and Matsuda match.

Madison: You're kidding, right? Let's be clear on something, he's attracted. I'm hot. Beyond hot. That's all. I mean I can't blame him, I'm...

Minami held up her hand, interrupting Madison.

Minami: Don't play coy. What other reason would a man of his standing in this company put up with someone so vapid, so racist…

Madison: Me?! Racist??? I love that rap trap trailer park stuff.

Minami: You use him. You use his feelings to further your brand. You're the wielder of a gun. You aim, and choose where the black bullet lands. All is fair in love and war, I understand...you've been at war for quite some time. Now then…

Minami motions to the contract in Madison’s hands.

Minami: I grow tired of the posturing. Are these terms acceptable? You'll be signing on your Champion’s behalf, yes?

Madison: I appreciate this. Truly, I do. But I believe we should do this in the ring.

Minami: I don't see the point? I did not come here for show, Ms. Cox.

Madison: This is historic. Dennis Black...Hideto Matsuda, Wrestlution eleven, live from the Tokyo Dome. This is historic. Never before...and quite possibly never again. This should be signed in the ring in front of your brother’s fans.

Minami scoffed.

Minami: Very well, Ms. Cox. I will see you out there.

The two women shake hands and Minami makes her exit. Madison looks over the contract again.

Madison: Maybe the chop stick thrower knows what she's talking about. Perhaps she found it in a fortune cookie. Love...

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Madison really does wear the pants in that relationship, doesn't she Tom?
	All I know is that I can't wait for Wrestlution.

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