As we return from commercial break, our favorite antagonist, Gentleman Jack, is standing solemnly in the middle of the ring. Wearing a simple black t shirt, jeans, and his trademarked sun glasses, Jack stands with the weight of the world on his shoulders after the events of Riot.

Jack: You know, people a lot smarter than ol Gentleman Jack here have said that you can't choose your family. To them, I say bullsh*t. Everyday across this great land of ours, new families are being created. Whether its two young love birds saying I do, or a gang of young blacks initiating a new member by anally raping him with a pool cue, new families are born every day.

Jack: Leon.... You're family. If you think what happened a few days ago was out of anger, spite, jealousy, or any other misguided feeling, well pal, you're dead wrong. No, putting the boots to you wasn't out of hate Leon, quite the opposite! What I did, I did for love Leon.

Jack: We're brothers Leon. Now did we have an ugly little incident on live national television? Sure, but what brothers don't fight from time to time? All it means Leon, is that I care.

Jack: I care for you Leon. I care so much for you that I refuse to sit in the back and watch my BROTHER grovel at the feet of a couple of washed up has-beens. You're better than that! You think Versus brings joy to the world??? Whoopity doo Leon! You think those people he fills with joy give a crap about you? Spoiler alert, they wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire in the middle of the ring. These people are animals and they don't deserve you!

As the crowd boos, Jack paces back and forth in the ring.

Jack (in a mimicking leon voice): Waah I almost hurt Nate Ortiz! Waaah I couldn't get the job done! Waah Alex has been kidnapped! Waah that viagra you gave me was expired! Waah waah waah!

Jack pauses mid ring to soak in the hate before continuing.

Jack: It's disgusting Leon! You're in the Hall of Fame for christ sake! Act like it! You've held every belt that matters in the sport we all love. When Versus knocks you off a cell you dont apologize for attempted murder! You climb back up it and knock his dick in the dirt! What's so hard to understand about this?!

Jack: But do you act like a man? No, you just go off crying about how youve hurt people's little feelings and how you need a vacation. A vacation from what Leon? Getting dropped on your head once a month? Christ we can watch Smythe land on his head and we only have to pay him fifty cents on the dollar to do it.

For reasons we'll never know, Smythe gets only the fourth pop of his life.

Jack: Oh blow me!

It takes Jack a moment to recover from such an abnormality.

Jack: Leon, you're better than this. You're better than all of this. Hell until I watched you put your balls in Nate Ortiz's purse Tuesday night I looked up to you! Deep down inside I probably still do...

Jack: But what you did, turning your back on me and everything we worked for... It's almost unforgivable. Almost.

Jack: At the core of my smutty soul though Leon, I still love you. I still think of you as my brother. We can get past this with a little work. So here's what I want you to do. Whenever you get out of traction, you're going to hop in the first plane, train, or automobile you can get your hands on and you're going to Nate Ortiz's house. When you get there and that ARROGANT blowhard welcomes you into his double wide, you're going to smack him right across his smug freaking face.

Jack: Now Nate is pretty soft, I mean Casey Paine raped him so I doubt he'll even fight back. He'll probably just drop his pants and stick his holier than thou ass straight up in the air for you to penetrate.

The crowd ratchets its hate up even higher at the mere thought of the Icon Nate Ortiz acting like a prison wife.

Jack: Now this is where it gets tricky Leon so pay attention. When he sticks that booty in the air, begging for your dominance, you're not going to give it to him. Oh no Leon, you're better than that. You my friend are going to tie him up and bring his naked, shivering, cowering carcass to the Turmoil arena and you will present him to me as a peace offering.

Jack: When Nate Ortiz, naked as the day Casey Paine raped him, is cowering in my ring, saying “Yes Jack, you truly are the better man than me! My titles mean nothing next your wit, charm, and otherworldly good looks” then the healing can begin Leon.

Jack: By the way, before you all think I'm picking on poor ol Nate Ortiz, please understand that it's not personal. Hell, this isnt even what I really want. Do you think I like turning on my friends and loved ones every year? Its a terrible existence! I could be playing hide the pickle with Sophia right now but instead I answered a higher calling! There's a reckoning coming Leon. You cant stop it, I can't stop it, old man Versus can't stop it, Drago can't stop it, and god knows rape victim Nate Ortiz can't stop it.

Jack: The wheels are already in motion Leon. The things that are about to happen the next couple of weeks.... I couldn't stop them if I wanted to. The train is moving down the tracks. It's not too late to get back on board. So what do you say Leon? Will you bring me Nate Ortiz, naked and crying to my ring? Or am I going to have get rough with you?

Jack: Before I leave you all to crank it to chubby, british housewives, I just have to say one more thing. Versus, I know you're feeling pretty good about yourself right now and that's fine. Even a blind, stoned, half retarded squirrel with a mixed race wife and an ugly kid finds a nut every now and then. But I'm going to let you in on a little secret.

Jack tries to hush the crowd so he can speak in a whisper.

Jack: Pssst! Versus, I'm better than you.

The crowd shows its disdain, Jack begins to speak in a normal volume again.

Jack: Leon, for all of his great qualities, appears to still have some emotional handicaps of his own. Empathy, sympathy, regret, frankly its enough to make me sick to my stomach. I however have none of those handicaps.

Jack: Now Versus, I know you're so bloated and lazy that it will be a year before you get back in the ring. When you do though, just know I'm here. Know that I won't be alone. Know that I have a plan. Know that I'll do what my misguided brother couldn't.

Jack: And Leon, don't you worry little buddy. When I end him, and oh brother believe me when I say I will END HIM, you're going to have a front row seat. You're going to sit there and watch as I beat your new little friend to death in the middle of MY ring. Versus, Leon, Rape Ortiz, its a new era gentlemen.

Jack takes off his sunglasses and looks right into the camera with the most serious face he can muster.

Jack: It's not the Golden Era, its not the Ambition Era, its not the Pugh cant draw a dime era. It's the Dennis Black Era. Whose side are you on?

The camera pans to the announce team.

	There are just no words when it comes to Gentleman Jack.
	Jack is right though. What Dennis started on Riot is only the beginning so it's time to pick a side and I am siding the King, Dennis Black all the way!

Solomon Gold

vs

Jacob Trance

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Ouch!
	That has gotta leave a mark.

An image of Bill Ding’s clock and sledgehammer appear on the screen, followed by a short montage of hard working blue collar Americans before Ding appears on camera from backstage.

Ding: WOOOOOOOOO DADDEH!! NORTH AMERICAN DADDEHS! SOUTH AMERICAN DADDEHS!! CALLIN’ ALLLLLL THE DADDEHS AND BABYDOLLS ‘ROUND THE WORLD!!

Ding: This is your laaaarge and in chaaaaarge, dual double-don't-wanna-cause-no-trouble champion, HARDCORE- AMERICAN DADDEH!

Ding holds up the Hardcore and North American Championships, one in each hand, as he flexes with them.

Ding: Sometimes two slabs o’ meat is betta than one, and I am enjoyin’ double fistin’ these here solid beauties.

Ding: IT'S ELECTRIFYIN’’!! It truly iiis… back when I was a little boy growin’ up in the streets of… mah city…. I always dreeeeamed and aspiiiired to be runnin’ side by side along with the big guuunnns of the wrestlin’ ropes.

Ding: Achievin’ the ‘Merican dream, grabbin’ hold of all those things you imagine as a little rascal and makin’ em a realitay….. despite aaallll the naysayers, the heavy liftin’ movers and shakers that wanna look down on the little guy and say “hell naw, you cain’t make it.”

Ding nods and flexes with his titles again, raising the hand holding the Hardcore title up into the air.

Ding: Well let me be livin’ proof that you can prove ‘em wrong… that you can cliiiiimb that laddah, that you can take that meaty hook you call a fist, and make it into a hammah…. a sledgehammahh…. and knock down that wall that the naysayers built!!!

Ding then raises the other hand with the North American title.

Ding: Aaaand theennnn that sweet sweet victory, the sweeet satisfaction to justify your trials and tribulations.

Ding: I switched out a sandwich for a sledgehammah and a Hardcore Daddeh was born. And now the evolution continues. I built dis city and next will be an empire… a legacy. Howevah I can nevah forget where I came from and who I had to get through….

Ding: TOBANNNEE FROSSSSTTTT…. You never displayed one ounce of weakness and I respect the hell outta you. Not only him but the likes of heavy hittahs that I've had to face such as Jackson Montgomery, Jacob Trance, and… Nate Ortiz. Nate brotha, I hope you are well.

Ding: Aaand the tide rolls on!! And the Ding don't evah stop, daddeh!! I started off as a joke and well, here I am…

Ding looks at his two titles with great admiration as if they were newborn babes, then looks back to the camera with a smile.

Ding: Who laughin’ now?

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Aint no stopping Ding now!!!
	Wrong Tom. My dude K.Dangelo is here and he's going to take Ding and bury him in the Garden.

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