OCW Turmoil 2015: Episode 101

The cameras fade in on who appears to be another new signing for Online Championship Wrestling. The curtains behind the man are blue, signifying the show he’s representing, Turmoil. The man stands in at 5’10, wearing a fur mink coat and what appears to be a man-bun. It’s blonde.

??? – ‘Dis is supposed to be an introduction. ‘Dey told us to do ‘dis sh--…stuff. ‘Dey want ‘da crowd to know who we is.”

The man of African American descent puffs up his fur coat and smirks.

??? – ‘Dey call me Slamurai Jack. I represent the hoods of the 678. The laziest area code in the USA.”

Slamurai takes hold of the front of the camera, and attempts to center it on his face.

Slamurai Jack – “Instead of tellin’ you what I’ma do durin’ my time in OCW, I’ma spit it for you.”

Slamurai clears his throat as the crowd begin to boo already. No one likes a hipster from the South.

Slamurai Jack – "Yo…Yo…this sh** right here ain’t mono.
Lyrics hit like a left-right combo.
Got the rap akimbo with the handle.
Ridin’ through limbo in a Lambo.
Pushin’ a malicious Eclipse and corona.
You don’t know me, but you’re sure as hell gonna’
She don’t love me, she just love the persona
From the South, but I only twang when I wanna
Grind my way out the city of the fireless
An original, never mind the environment
Like an agnostic Godsend, I maraud undaunted with a blonde that’s flawless in the shotgun crawlin’
Rockin’ product that has got ya brolic
I’ma monstrous problem that y’all aren’t solvin’!"

Slamurai spits directly into the camera’s lens and walks off set as the crowd is left confused over his “rap”.

The camera opens to Ov and Manny walking up to the worker entrance to the arena. A security guard is sitting when the giant wrestler and his personal assistant walk approach the door.

Guard: Can I help you?

Ov: Yeah tubs, move.

Guard: Excuse me?

Manny: I got this Ov.

Ov shrugs and motions to him to proceed.

Manny: Hello good sir, as you can see my friend here..

Ov: Employer.

Manny: My employer and BFF.

Ov: Nope.

Manny looks slightly dejected but puts on a smile and continues.

Manny: My employer's first day back in a wrestling ring is today.

Guard: Name?

Manny: This is Ov and my name is Manny, Emanuel Lewis if you really wish to be technical about it but most people call me Manny. There is no relation to Webster by the way.

Guard: Who?

Manny: Webster. It was a hit show back in the...

Guard: No sir, who did you say your employer was again?

Ov: Ov Terror.

The Guard checks his computer screen.

Manny: What you running there? Dora's Adventure Island? I have the high score out of my friends.

Guard: Oh I see you here Oliver.

Manny: It's Ov. LOL.

Guard: You know LOL really only works in text.

Manny: Well I was laughing out loud at you calling Ov Oliver.

Guard: But you didn't actually laugh, you said LOL.

Manny: I mean what kind of silly ninny are you?

Ov: Drop it Manny.

Manny: No, he has me worked up now. I am so angry I can.. well I think I am going to write a letter.. And it isn't going to be a nice letter either. I am thinking it will likely be the letter P. For Perturbed. You wouldn't like that much would you?

The security guard looks to Ov, Ov just shakes his head and shrugs.

Security Guard: Right... Um, Ov. You can go. Good luck with...

The guard motions to Manny, Ov nods and the two enter the building.

Manny: That guy is lucky. I was so fired up. I almost even said something not so nice about his shoes. I mean. Wow. They looked really comfortable but I mean.. they probably weren't you know. How dare he cal you Oliver?

Ov: Drop it.

Manny: Of all of the dummy things to say. Oliver. What are you like Green Arrow or sumthin. Maybe that kid who want's more or um... some other Oliver.

Ov: Shut it.

Manny: You're name is Ov. Everyone knows that.

Ov changes the subject.

Ov: I haven't wrestled in about 8 years. Most people have forgotten. It's time to make them remember. It is time to make up for lost time. It's time for...

Manny: Oliver.. hahahaha. What a dumb na...

Ov: It's my name!

Manny: LOL?

Ov: No, I am not joking. I changed it years ago, combining my first initial and my middle initial to form "Ov".

Manny: What is your middle name?

Ov: Shut it.

Manny: No, that doesn't start with a V and is two words.

Ov says nothing more and continues heading towards where his locker room is located as the scene fades to black.

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Stacy Carter is standing in front of a camera and is motioned by the cameraperson (OCW is an equal opportunity employer) that she is live.

Stacy: Welcome OCW fans, I hope you are all enjoying the return of Turmoil as much as I am. The show has been great so far and it only looks to get better... and bigger!

Ov walks into the scene, as does Manny, but Ov pushes him back out of the shot.

Stacy: Ov Terror, welcome back to the OCW and Turmoil! How does it feel to be back after over 7 years out on the independent scene?

Ov: Shut it Stacy. I have something to say that I want Turmoil, Riot and ALL of OCW to hear. I came back for one reason and one reason only, to be the best. When I was on OCW last I was bottom of the barrel, low man on the totem pole...

Manny: A ham and Egger!

Ov and Stacy look at Manny off camera, Ov gives him a glare to which Manny quickly responds.

Manny: I love eggs. Even green ones.

Ov: As I was saying, I am now here to do this right, to make my presence known.

Stacy: Ov you say you wish to make your presence known and you will get that chance tonight against a highly talked about rookie, Kel Moor. From what we know about the newcomer is he is full of energy and hungry.

Manny: He can have some eggs with me if he wants, I think I will bring some to the place where you guys do your fighting.

The camera person starts to pan towards Manny, Ov puts his hand on the camera and moves it back on him and Stacy.

Ov: He might be hungry Stacy, I don't care about any of it. Kam...

Stacy: Kel.

Ov: Kal...

Stacy: Kel!

Ov: Whatever. His name could be Kel for all I know...

Stacy: It is.

Ov: And it won't matter one bit because at the end of the match only one hand can be raised. Only one man can stand tall. Only one man can be over the other and you cannot spell Over with out O-v.

Manny: You're a good speller Ov.

The camera person goes to pan to Manny once more. Ov again keeps the camera fixed on himself.

Ov: I don't care if you are on Turmoil, Riot or sweeping the arena, this is your official notice. Ov has returned with a purpose and that is to prove I am the best. Kelly, tonight you have the misfortune of being victim number one. When you are looking up at the lights while feeling the effects of the Gizzard of Ov I want you to take solace in knowing you got destroyed by a future World Champion. Wet Yourself Accordingly!

Ov walks off camera.

Stacy: There you have it Turmoil fans. There is a new Terror in OCW.

Manny walks into the shot and smells Stacy's hair.

Manny: Your conditioner smells great.

Stacy doesn't say anything but looks to be put off. Manny just smiles and waves.

Manny: BYEE!

Manny leaves the confused and annoyed reporter speechless as the scene fades.

It's dark. Not your normal type of darkness. While nothing can be seen, there is a feeling of emptiness. A feeling of nothingness. Cutting through the darkness like a hot knife through butter, we hear the scraggly voice of the man we've come to know as Jackson Montgomery.

Jackson Montgomery: “Darkness. Pitch black. A lot can happen in the dark. Before you know it, it’s on you and there’s nothing you can do about it. Andre Black, you will soon know all too well how this feels.”

The sound of Jackson’s voice seems to be getter closer.

Jackson Montgomery: “While I was in SERE (Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape) training, the things I had to endure just to even be considered to be in the elite branch of the Marines was the darkest time of my early life. No food for days. No sleep for even longer. Screaming men and women, crying babies were played over the loud speaker for days at a time. All this time, the darkness crept up on me. I tried to fight it, but then I gave in. I accepted it. I even came to enjoy it.”

We can hear something be fumbled with in the dark. In the pure darkness, the sight of a thousand forest fires erupts in front of the camera. As the flame dies down, we can Jackson has just struck a match with his thumb. The flame, flickering and bouncing, is inches from Jackson’s face. With it close to his scared right eye, he speaks again.

Jackson Montgomery: “Forty five seconds. It takes forty five seconds for a match to completely burn out. To reach the bottom. Andre Black, you have no idea the amount of torment I’ve gone through in forty five seconds…but you will. On Turmoil, I’m going to put you and the rest of the OCW on notice. A lot can happen in forty five seconds, Andre. Before you know it, the flame hits your skin and once more, you are in complete darkness.”

Jackson blows out the match and in the darkness, we hear the fading sound of Jackson Montgomery laughing.

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??? – “This is an introduction,” said Online Championship Wrestling’s recently promoted producer, Jim Black as he centered the camera shot on one of OCW’s many newly acquired talents, Andre Black.

Jim Black – “What you’re going to do is look directly into the camera, and tell the OCW audience who you are and why you’re here. You need to give them a taste of who Andre Black is.”

Andre smirked and shook his head at Jim’s request. Feeling a bit insulted, he responded.

Andre Black – “Do I look like one of your inbred cousins, Jim? Is there a sign above my head that says, “I don’t know what I’m doing here”? What do you think? Just because I’m black, I don’t know what these cameras are for? Do I look like I just came out of the jungle, Jim?!”

Jim Black – “No, I didn’t..” Before Jim could finish his sentence, Andre cuts him off.

Andre Black – “Shut your cracker ass mouth! This is my time, Jim. This is The Shogun’s moment. Your last name might be Black, but you are the whitest ghost The Shogun has ever laid his eyes upon.”

Jim averts his eyes to avoid looking at Andre. He doesn’t want to make matters worse. Unsure of knowing what to do next, Andre gives him a little hint.

Andre Black – “Are we going to start this? The Shogun is ready to provide the OCW audience with an extreme dose of knowledge.”

Jim nods and tells the cameraman to ready the count.

Cameraman – “We’re on in 5, 4, 3…”

The cameraman holds up his hand, motioning the last two numbers. 2, 1…

As the feed goes live, Andre adjusts his jacket and sits upright in his chair. The X-Tron fades in on the newcomer, live from Hell’s Kitchen in New York City. Before speaking, The Shogun looks around the production room. All he can see is the color white. Not a single black man in a position of prominence. Noticing this, The Shogun removes his glasses and hat, and looks into the camera.

Andre Black – “It’s funny, isn’t it? We’re in New York City. A city that’s full of color and pride, yet when I look around this room, all I see are white faces. The hypocrisy of this company is astounding!”

Andre shakes his head in disappointment, as the crowd listen to what to the rookie has to say.

Andre Black – “Hello OCW. My name is Andre Black. I AM The Shogun of Compton, and with good reason. I’m a leader. I’m revolutionary, but gangster. On top of all of that, I am going to be the first black man in YEARS to be OCW World Heavyweight Champion.”

Realizing what he’s saying, the crowd kind of agree. OCW hasn’t seen a black World Heavyweight champion in a long time.

Andre Black – “The last black champion this company has had was a man called R.D. Money. What happened then? His black ass sold out. R.D. went from being a role model to black teenagers to a man that acts whiter than the Hanes underwear he has on. Now he’s nothing but a house negro.”

The crowd stand in anger at the disrespect this new kid is showing to one of their fan favorites.

Andre Black – “This company is nothing but white. Run by a man who isn’t even white HIMSELF. That’s right. A Latino man is spoon feeding you these white bread champions, and all you do is sit there and say, “Thank you sir. May I have another?” Disgraceful.”

Andre turns his head and spits onto the ground.

Andre Black – “We have some of the best black talent available, and what happens? They get held down. Shoved into the dirt because they aren’t “safe” enough to be the face of a promotion. Names like Jookie Marley and K. Dangelo. Ed Reed and Soul Glo. Even Royce Bentley, the son of R.D. Money! Sean McGee, a Future Investment winner! ALL of these names. These men have endless potential and talent. What do they get? NOTHING! Wait, no. That’s a lie. All they get is, “Here! Take a title shot and be happy because you’re not getting another one!”

Andre Black – “And no. I didn’t forget to mention Smythe DaWonder. How could anyone forget Smythe? The man who pretends to be black. You ain’t foolin’ no one son. You’re just another inbred white boy that forgot to take off his Whoopi Goldberg costume off after Halloween.”

The Shogun laughs as the crowd begin a small chant for the Hall of Famer, R.D. Money.

Andre Black – “My name is Andre Black. I am the Shogun of Compton. The future World Heavyweight Champion. The Malcolm X of Wrestling. And if you’re wondering why they call me that…well, it’s because I’m going to be on top of this company. By any means necessary."

Andre puts his glasses back on and stands up. He walks out of the camera’s line of site as the camera fades to black.