We turn to the scene of the open seas. The sun is shining and the birds are chirping as a ship is seen traveling toward what looks to be a mysterious foggy area. The camera closes in on the ship to show Dragana using a miniature telescope to look into the fog. Johnny walks up behind her.

Johnny: See anything?

She shakes her head. Johnny walks to the back of the boat and has himself a seat.

Johnny: Guess there's no turning back now.

The boat crosses over into the mist, and to their surprise, the first image the pair is treated with is......exactly the same body of water they've been seeing. Johnny scratches his mask.

Johnny: That can't be right. Something's off.....

Dragana looks around and touches the water. She looks at the water on her hand and notices nothing unusual. 

Johnny: The birds. We don't hear them anymore. Think that may be it?

Before Dragana can contribute to the conversation, we hear another vessel approaching
them. They turn to see a ship about twice the size of theirs, with enough space to fit a small army and a whole lot of bullet holes lining it. The mysterious boat slows to a stop as a strange man wearing a red bandana along with battle-torn clothes starts walking toward the front of it. He carries a deep accent, possibly African.

???: You are the first I have seen on these seas in a long, long time.

Johnny: You look to be the captain of your ship!

The mysterious figure pulls out an AK-47 strapped to his back and points it at them.

???: And this whole Triangle.

Johnny raises his arms in immediate surrender as Dragana looks rather unimpressed. 

Johnny: Whoa buddy, we're not looking for trouble, we just wanna figure out what the deal with this place is! Is it haunted or....?

???: I came here with over 40 men. We came here searching for gold, and after weeks of searching, we came across this.

The man digs through his pocket to show a shiny crystal skull.

Johnny: Holy.......Would you mind telling me your name?

???: I am Captain Alex of the Tyga Mafia.

Johnny: Who....of the what???

Captain Alex aims his AK at Johnny.

Captain Alex: Now hand me all of your precious cargo.

Johnny, not willing to get turned into Swiss cheese, starts dumping all of their belongings onto Alex's boat. He looks to Dragana to get her to help, but she won't comply. 

Captain Alex: Who is she? Your girlfriend?

Dragana bites her lip as she looks Johnny.

Johnny: Ye-....My accomplice. Partner in crime, if you will.

Johnny then tosses over a boombox with a few music CDs. Captain Alex takes a look at them. 

Captain Alex: This is some good s***.......I like your taste.

Johnny: Thank you, I make sure to keep my collection in pristine condition.

However, Captain Alex widens his eyes when he sees a particular CD. He throws the other ones into the water much to Johnny's dismay.

Johnny: NO!

Captain Alex flips the jewel case so that the label faces them. The front side of the disc has Dennis Black's render on it.

Captain Alex: DENNIS BLEK?!?!?!? THIS S*** IS WACK!!!!

Johnny: Exactly! That's why that CD right there makes for a PERFECT coaster.

Captain Alex: WHO YOU THINK I AM?

Johnny: Uh, Captain Alex?

Captain Alex: Try again, moddafokka.

Johnny: An ugly ass dude with a gun?

Captain Alex: Try AGAIN, moddafokka.

Dragana has had enough at this point and walks toward Captain Alex, causing him to unexpectedly take a few steps back as he points his gun at her. Without the slightest hint of fear, she grabs the gun from his hands as she unceremoniously tosses him out of his boat into the water. Johnny's eyes widen as she nonchalantly tosses all their cargo back to their ship, along with the crystal skull that Alex was holding. Dragana takes the helm as she turns the boat in the opposite direction, leaving the other one behind. 

Johnny: You really think we'll be able to get out of here just by turning around?

Dragana nods as they pass through the fog again and seemingly back to normal as the birds can be heard chirping again as well as the sounds of people at a nearby watchtower.

Johnny: Did that just happen?

Dragana pats him on the back as we fade to black.

	Welcome to Turmoil!
	Drago is here!

‘Drago and Dragana’ take in the shower of boos from the Turmoil audience. It got so bad that items were being thrown into the ring. The start of the show was delayed so security measures could be taken. Several security guards surrounded the ring while a cluster of guards remained at the bottom of the ramp.

A makeshift canopy was erected above the ring to help block the bombardment of beer and food items being thrown at the power couple. ‘Drago’ started to speak once the pair felt a bit more safe.

NOT Drago: Dragana. You am me favorite sister. It make me very unheppi to see more attractive woman in sheep mask bring harm to you. Even if you deserve it.

NOT Dragana pulls out her trusty pen and notepad and starts to write furiously on the pad. She holds up the pad to fake drago’s face. The camera zooms in on a poorly drawn sad face.

NOT Drago: It make Bubba mach unhheppi to see you on boat date with Law. He my friend.

NOT Dragana shakes her head furiously before she scribbles on her notepad. She holds up the poorly written drawing off two people that looked exactly the same...minus breasts, holding hands.

NOT Drago blushes furiously.

NOT Drago: What this mean? This us? This mean...you…

NOT Dragana nods several times and tosses the pen and paper out of the ring.

NOT Drago: But you are sister? This wrong. In Serbia we no do this. 

NOT Dragana steps much closer to her fake brother.

NOT Drago: But I am fake. Bad Serbian. I run from war. From fight. Flee to America. Run from Black King. I am...coward. 

NOT Dragana nods several times.

NOT Drago: So sleep with sister is okay?

NOT Dragana continues to nod.

NOT Drago rubs his chin.

NOT Drago: Hm. Like Game of Throne. They sleep together and have bubba mascot. But she not mute like you. Okay! Let's do.

The siblings embrace and engage in public displays of affection. Much saliva and groping was witnessed. The audience jeered loudly. After several minutes, NOT Drago pushes her away. NOT Dragana rips off the awful wig, revealing what was terribly concealed to be Madison Cox. 

Madison: RRRRRRRETTTTCH. Ugh it must be awful to have bad hair. 

Madison flips her blonde locks behind her shoulder. She takes a deep breath in to absorb the (NOT) cheers of the (NOT) loving fans.

Madison: Oh yes, it's so good to be back. Didn’t you miss me??

Madison throws her hands up into the air as if to embrace what she expects to be a loving crowd. Of course, they are NOT.

Madison rubs her flat toned stomach.

Madison: Hmm I AM feeling so much better now thanks! What a wonder a few acting classes and a nice soft pillow will do… 

Madison examines the crowd with disgust as she paces the ring.

Madison: Sheep. ALL OF YOU! You're all pathetic and you disgust me. 

Madison: All is takes is an assumption and the willingness to follow the herd to make you all look like fools… silly little lambs. 

Madison turns to NOT Drago aka Dennis Black and caresses his arm.

Madison: They really thought they could tear us apart, didn't they baby? You can't change fate. Destiny! The greatest, most POWERFUL couple in the HISTORY of OCW. 

Madison waves her hand across the air as if to lay out a vision.

Madison: Can't you just see it now? I mean, we ‘are’ already Hall of Famers. Our plaque is going to be the grandest of them all. You know, if Sensation wasn't so racist. 

Dennis: Racist and simple minded. But we aren't just getting a plaque, oh no. I can see it now...a life like statue of us side by side. With you holding both the 

Dennis: OCW and Turmoil Championships high above your head while I hold the heart of Mr. Sensation in my hands...right before I squeeze the life from it. 

Dennis: Nothing would hurt the old man more than to see me with both Championships. It's going to happen.

Dennis: And how fantastic would it be to add that Women’s title we had snagged to your collection? 

Madison: OHHH…. (Madison cackles) that would be amazing. I must say… it was quite delicious bashing the bottom of my boot on Sophia’s head at Black Sunday. Oops!

Madison shrugs.

Madison: She put up a fight but she went down easy… like father, like daughter I suppose! That poor, poor family. (Madison feigns a frown) Tsk tsk. I can't decide who I enjoyed kicking the most. Nate, Sophia,...or Tiffany.

Madison: It was a shame to mess them up though, Sophia and Tiffany have that, what are the urbans calling it now? That ‘good hair’? ‘Bethy with the good hair’? Ugh I don't know. Too much gel. Smells like chorizo.

As the couple was feeling good about what get had done. The music of OCW Champion Drago blared throughout the arena. The crowd erupts. Dennis and Madison looked to the stage, pale and fearful as Drago and Law stormed from behind the curtain.

The two men rushed down the ramp and were met by a swarm of security guards. The audio wasn't picked up, but it's safe to say that nothing PG was mentioned by Drago nor Law as they struggled to get by the security guards.

Madison walked to the ropes and mockingly pouted at the two men who were ‘barely’ kept at bay by security. With rage in his eyes, Drago reached out and was almost almost able to grasp the apron before more space was put between he and the power couple.

Dennis: Welcome to Turmoil, Drago and… Drago’s sidekick. Your name escapes me at the moment. You're in my territory. With jack having an unfortunate accident on Riot...it's only right that I take his place until my dear friend retired. Meaning I'm the boss!

Madison nods.

Unbeknownst to the security guards, Law manages to sneak behind the announce tables and grab himself a mic.

Law: You manipulating, conniving son of a bitch!

Dennis and Madison quickly turn around. Dennis is fuming, siccing the guards on Law, who promptly jumps behind the barricade and takes out a ticket from his pocket.

Law: Not so fast, I am a paying customer after all! 

Law points to Dennis.

Law: Power is everything am I right? Since your first night you laced those boots, it’s all you’ve ever wanted. And even after holding two championships, you still want more. It’s that hunger for power that drives you, but it’s also going to be your undoing. You’ve been waiting for this your whole life; a chance to hold both Turmoil and Riot world championships in hopes of a unified, undisputed championship right? Unify deez.

Law does a quick crotch chop to the amusement of the crowd and the chagrin of Dennis. 

Law: You wanted Drago for Summercide? You got him. Not only will this prove who is “the real”, as Drago would say…..But we’re also going to see who truly deserves to be called the King of OCW.

Madison whispers something in Dennis’ ear.

Law: Hey toots! Pay attention, because he’s not the only one I’m talking to. My….client was very displeased with what you two did to her. So in the interest of getting even with you, Ms. Cox, she formally challenges you to a match at Summercide!

The crowd pops as Law nods.

Law: Last year marked the beginning of the Black Empire. This Summercide? That empire is gonna come crumbling down, and I can’t wait to see the look on your faces when you both realize the truth. That neither of you are as good as you think you are.

Dennis runs up to the ropes and is fuming at Law. He yells something indiscernible before composing himself.

Dennis: This is my world, and you're paying rent. 

“Rapture” hits and out walks Nate Ortiz dressed in a black suit, highlighted by his grey beard. He stops on the ramp and begins to speak.

Nate: It’s funny you say that because in my pocket is your rent check from the old man. It reads, “OCWFED would not like to wish Gentleman Jack well on his future endeavours. As of this moment he is fired…

The crowd goes ballistic as Dennis and Madison scream that Nate can’t do this.

Nate: I didn’t the old man did. He also wanted me to let you know that on the next edition of Turmoil the new general manager will be revealed.

Nate goes to leave but stops. 

Nate: Sorry I’ve been hit in the head a few to many times. I forgot the last thing. After his big win tonight you’ll be fighting Bray tonight in the Main Event!

The crowd cheers as the couple in the ring turns as red as a tomato. Nate’s tone turns from playful to serious.

Nate: Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. The bell will toll and you will have to pay the gatekeeper to the hall you are so obsessed with. But there’s someone else ahead of you on the list.

Nate: I’ll be back out here later tonight to address that individual. Get ready for you match, and thanks for your rent payment, the old man will be happy.

Drago and Law settle down after Nate motioned for them to join him on the stage. Madison mockingly waved farewell at Drago while Dennis had a look of concern on his face.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh my tonight will be crazy!
	Let's just get to the first match.

Kwann Watts vs Bunny D

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Like that it's over.
	Game ball.

Backstage Kassidy comes out of the TTT locker room and is stopped by Jim Black,

Jim: Tonight has turned into a 1 on 1 contest between H20 and Yourself with the whereabouts of El Segador being unknown, how do you think the contest will go?

Kassidy: I am going to win. 

Kassidy: Jim, a copycat is never as good as the original, H20 is a copycat. After going in a downward spiral after losing to pugh, myself, pugh again, and so on; he decided to change his look and boy does it all resemble a cheap boyish imitation of myself. 

Kassidy: Let us break it down: The Cheap and Poorly done hair dye job,

Kass points to the blonde third of his hair,

Kassidy: His [kass uses air quotes] “Goatee” is a boyish, unfull version of mine, I mean you can still see his chin. Jim can you see my chin?

Jim goes to answer,

Kassidy: Shut up Jim, it was Rhetorical as I already know the god damn answer, last but not least; the absolutely overdone eye make, I just pencil in some small amount of eyeliner but man has he gone overboard with the liner and lashes. He looks like he can be those losers Larkspurs and Reed’s third member to form a trio.

Kassidy: Tonight I show H20 that no matter how much the Boy in him wants to rival his idol, He can’t and won’t ever be as good as ME! Unlike someone else around here, I can say all the disparaging things I want about good old Harvey without as much as scratch to prove I said it.

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