Kassidy is walking around the ring holding the title up in his right hand, showing it off to the crowd who loudly boo him. Kassidy smirks and stops in the center of the ring, throws the title over his shoulder and lifts the microphone in his left hand to his mouth.
Kassidy: Did you really EXPECT, a different outcome? This was the inevitable ending to crowning a champion. I did exactly what I told everyone I was going to do, I beat your golden boy B-17, I beat Seth Morrison, and I beat that Parker wanna-be known as Jackson Montgomery to be given what was always rightfully mine!
Kassidy: Not only all of that, Cobra served his purpose in helping me break down the wolves at The Clash and so on Riot I discarded of him with the wolves accepting me as one of their own. Ragnarok got its first piece of gold and it won’t be the last with me grooming the rest of the pack. On Riot I am untouchable now, and here on Turmoil I could never be touched to begin with.
Kassidy: All future Contenders are…..
Deacon Blue, Real Gone Kid begins to play and the crowd pops, Jimmy comes out running toward the ring. As Jimmy gets in the ring, he signals for a mic and smiles widely as he takes in the crowds cheers before speaking.
Jimmy: Well, well, well. If it isn’t the camp vamp, making his way down the ramp, to boast about being the new champ. Don’t come out here and try and taunt us all with talk of Riot and Ragtagnarok. We don’t care, do we Turmoil fans?
Crowd, loudly: Hell No!
Jimmy: These legions and legions of Turmegians deserve a real champ. A champ that respects them, not some arrogant, androgynous freak. So once I get past Bert & Ernie tonight, I’m gonna get the 1-2-3 Count von Count over you at Certified Greatness. 28th February 2016, better stick that date in your little vampire diary.
Jimmy smiles appreciatively as the crowd laugh loudly
Kassidy: Mr. Plaid and glad, you need to walk your kilt wearing A….
Before Kassidy can finish, B-17’s music hits the speakers. The familiar guitar solo kicks in and fans pop as they rise to their feet.
Crowd: B-17! B-17! B-17!
B-17 bows to the crowd who haven't seen him compete for two weeks, obviously happy to be back to full health, he makes his way to the ring, stopping for the usual machine gun pose. Once he clears the ramp he makes his way through the ropes and motions for a mic that he catches with one hand before climbing the corner post to point to the crowd. Jumping down he smiles at Jimmy before speaking.
B-17 screams into the mic: Did you miss me?
Crowd roars in answer.
B-17 laughs: Well B-17 missed you too. Now…..
B-17 starts walking towards Jimmy.
B-17: Lovely speech, Jimbob, but the man in front of you isn't Seb... The man that holds the title is a cold blooded killer...honestly, look at that pale skin (Crowd laughs) and I'm sorry, Jim, but you still have spots. So allow me, B-17, to remind Kassidy (B-17 looks at Kassidy before moving closer) who has beaten him clean, one...two...three in the middle of the ring.
B-17 and Kassidy stare at each other without flinching. Still staring into Kassidy’s eyes he brings the mic to his mouth again: I don't doubt you, Jimmy. You're gonna make a fine champion one day.
B-17 and Kassidy continue to glare daggers into each other: But you don't see the same thing I do when you lock eyes with this cunning bastard. You might see confidence, arrogance even behind those cold, blue eyes...but I see the doubt, I see the glass-house pride. He remembers how he beat me...He remembers who got the worst of the attack, he remembers his feet on the second rope.
B-17 brings the mic even closer to his mouth, and leans closer to Kassidy: You once said “I don't know what you are,” but the answer is in the name. And they are damn near indestructible.
Kassidy: No longer matters what you are, I’m the Champion and that is all that……...
Once again Kassidy is interrupted….
Jackson's entrance music hits and Kassidy is visually annoyed and getting angry, pacing in the ring.
Jackson Montgomery: Wait, wait, wait.
Jackson walks out onto the stage, microphone in hand. The crowd is split between boos and cheers but Jackson acts as if he doesn't hear them, staring hard towards the ring.
Jackson Montgomery: As to not join the cluster that's already in the ring, I think I'll stay up here. And B-17, glad to see you back. Now, if anyone deserves a shot for THAT Turmoil Championship, it's me!
A few fans near the stage cheer quite loudly. Jackson shoots them a glance before continuing.
Jackson Montgomery: I went to the mountaintop, passing by all competitors on the way, only to be CHEATED out of the title. I threw my entire arsenal at you Kassidy and you kept getting up. I respect that. You and me, we bring the best out in each other and when this is all said and done, whether I'm facing the Great White Hope over there Jimmy Henry or facing my good friend and ally, for now, (Jackson looks towards B-17) I’m talking to you B, the outcome will be the same. Bell rings, Jackson explodes, 1-2-3, Jackson wins. I'm coming for what's rightfully mine Kassidy. It's time you go to Riot and STAY there with the Fruity Booty Clan.
A !fruity booty! chant breaks out as the crowd laughs at the words from Jackson, who isn't normally known to be funny. A half smile rises across the face of Jackson. As the chant dies down, Jackson brings the mic back up to speak.
Jackson Montgomery: Turmoil will NOT be the red headed step child to Riot. With you as champion, taking OUR title to THAT show, means you have no respect for the gold.
Jackson takes a few steps down the ramp towards the ring.
Jackson Montgomery: And when you show no respect for Turmoil’s most prized possession, you show no respect for me, B-17, Jimmy “I’m happy all the time” Henry and the rest of the monkey’s in the back and I don’t take kindly to people not showing me the respect I deserve.
Jackson walks a little further down the ramp, now standing just a few feet from the mat at the end of it.
Jackson Montgomery: So Kassidy, relish in this moment, soak in the atmosphere because in a few short weeks, you’ll know the true meaning to Clan Fruity Booty’s motto: Careers Have Ended!
Kassidy Screams out: NO! NO! NO!
Kassidy: This is my spotlight, this is my show, and all of you need to get back in your holes. News flash Jackson: Parker is back so go get a new look, when you come back with something new maybe you’ll get some respect but the only person here who Deserves respect is ME!
Kassidy Turns and points at Jimmy,
Kassidy: Jimmy you are in over your head and B-17 is just being nice because you will NEVER be champion.
Kassidy Turns and points at B-17,
Kassidy: And B-17 it doesn’t matter how I beat you, I beat you mister flavor of the month.
B-17 takes a step toward Kassidy but Kassidy immediately slides out of the ring and starts shaking his head, Kassidy drops his mic and walks around the ring bickering with members of the crowd in the front row as he makes his way to the ramp. Kassidy stops at the start of the ramp and starts motioning for Jackson to get out of his way.
Jackson steps aside and motions his arm as if to say, “Right this way”. Kassidy walks passed Jackson but never takes his eyes off him. Once safely passed, Kassidy turns and begins to walk backwards up the ramp. He stops on the stage, raises the Turmoil Championship over his head and soaks in the deafening amount of boos the fans are throwing his way.
The camera fades in and pans down the street as a rusty, old forest green Volkswagen campervan pulls up outside the Turmoil arena, the door opens and smoke comes billowing out, along with Joe Zhivago. Having spent far too long performing the splits during an earlier interview, his legs look very stiff - he hobbles to the side door to collect his sports bag. He is approached by Stacy Clark who is holding a microphone.
Stacy: Hello there Joe - glad to see you managed to get yourself off those chairs. I was worried you'd have an injury before your first match.
Joe rubs the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed: Hiya Stacy. Nah don't worry about me, it'll take a lot more than that to put me out of action.
Stacy: I see you're not booked for any matches tonight - how do you feel about that?
Joe: Ye know, Stacy, I spent a lot of time back in Scotland out in the wild - honing my martial arts, living off the land, hunting the majestic beasts that roam the country side… One thing I learned, is patience. You can't just rush out and bag yourself that impressive stag - these things take time and perseverance. You have to stalk your prey and get to know them and strike, only when the time is right. And that's what I'm doing, so to speak, I'm stalking these arenas, getting to know my prey and waiting for my time to strike. When my time comes, I'll show everyone why Joe Zhivago is the “Prime Cut”.
Joe flexes his biceps for Stacy, who smiles awkwardly.
Stacy: Well hopefully we don't have to wait too long to see you in action. Is there anyone in particular you're “stalking”?
Joe smirks at Stacy: A good hunter never allows his prey to catch his scent, wouldn't want them to get skittish now. I will say that tonight's matches are all going to be a exciting as hell. With B-17, Jackson Montgomery and Jimmy Henry battling for a chance to be number one contender for the Turmoil championship, Kassidey Hayes is going to have his work cut out for him no matter what the outcome is. And I'll be watching the whole thing, learning their every movement, getting ready for my time in the ring.
Stacy: Well I'm sure we're all looking forward to this with bated breath! Unfortunately that's all we have time for today, until next time Joe…
Joe: Aye, thanks Stacy.
Joe turns around and walks towards the arena, trying to hide the fact he's hobbling. The camera fades out.
The camera pans backstage to the hallway where a bloody, bruised and battered Sid Harrison is still walking. Sid after weeks and weeks breaks his silence in a fit of rage.
Sid Harrison: "WHERE IS THAT $#&*&%%£ STUPID £%&#!"
Sid grabs the cleaner making him drop his mop and launches him onto a large mound of half eaten food scraps left over by the mountain of mass known as Aries. Sid then picks up the mop and starts walking towards Jimmy Henry's door.
Sid Harrison: "YOU $#&*&%%£ SCOTTISH PIECE of $%#&! I'LL COME IN THERE AND CLEAN YOUR DIRTY UGLY $#&*&%%£ FACE WITH THIS MOP!"
Sid starts banging down the door with the mop.
Sid Harrison: "WHEN I FIND THAT £^&# SUCKER SEBASTION, I AM GOING TO FEED HIM JIMMY'S BALLS THROUGH A STRAW!"
Eight people from security start to approach Sid. Sid is so angry that he doesn't even notice them.
Sid Harrison: "THEN I'M GOING TO RIP THAT STUPID %^$&%&#$%& MUSTACHE OFF OF HIS FACE AND SEND IT TO THE UNDERPRIVILEGED CHILDREN IN RUSSIA, TRYING TO KEEP THEIR FROZEN ASSHOLES WARM. MAYBE THEY COULD EVEN USE THAT %&#@*@$$# RAT GROWING ON HIS FACE AS TOILET PAPER!"
Security start to form a line as one of them speaks out.
Security Member: "Err, Sid?"
Sid Harrison turns around as all eight men from security are standing there. Sid looks at his mop.
Sid Harrison: "I'LL STICK THIS MOP SO FAR DOWN ALL OF YOUR THROATS IT WILL FORM A HUMAN CENTIPEDE OUT OF ALL YOU SONS OF &$£#&^!"
All the security team back up as Sid Harrison storms away shouting.
Sid Harrison: "THAT $#&*&%%£ DRESS WEARING PIECE OF £%&#! CALL ME A $#&*&%%£ JANITOR YOU TURD NUGGET!"
The camera is just about to pan away when Sid Harrison breaks the camera with his mop.
Dylan Graves parks his car outside the Turmoil arena, a loud backfire erupts. The sound gathers the attention (and chuckles) of a few onlookers. Shaking his head, Dylan can’t help but laugh at his first impression. He takes another deep breath to calm his nerves. Almost impulsively, he opens his car door exits, and walks around to the rear compartment. He grabs a gear bag from the rear of the vehicle, slams the lid, and begins walking toward the rear door of the arena.
Dylan: I can’t think about it anymore. It’s time to do this. It will be ok once I get inside and meet some of the OCW talent. I’m sure they’re all true professionals!
He opens the door to enter the arena but sees another competitor approaching with his gear bags. Dylan holds the door for him, then extends his right hand.
Dylan: Hello, my name is Dylan Graves. I’m just joining the Turmoil crew this week. How are you?
Dennis returned the gesture with a firm handshake. His blonde manager, Madison, entered the arena shortly after Dylan and rolled her eyes at the handshake behind the newcomer’s back. Dennis ignored the moody woman, focusing on Dylan.
Dennis: Well then, I'm Dennis and this is my manager Madison. Let me be the first to welcome you to Turmoil. You're probably better off meeting us first. The Turmoil locker room isn’t the…friendliest bunch. I’m sure you’ve watched the show.
After walking around Dylan, Madison held her hands out for Dennis’s bag full of gear. She took the bag and walked off without another word. Dennis looked back to Dylan and shrugged.
Dennis: Pardon my friend. We had a long drive. Neither of us are used to road life just yet.
Immediately, Dylan responded with an empathetic smile.
Dylan: Don’t worry man, I get it. We’re all tired from time to time! To be honest, I’m a bit jealous that I have to carry my own bag! Maybe I won't have to for long.
Dylan notices another competitor standing down the hallway, but doesn't recognize him. His distasteful stare and smirk spell trouble.
Dylan: Here we go again, what's this guy's problem?
As the two rookies continue looking on, the other competitor begins moving ahead of the other two in the room, glaring at them angrily. The rookies cease their conversation as he approaches. The man walks up to the two, keeping his intense glare on the two. After a brief moment of silence, the man begins to laugh.
Bray S. Spur: In case you two are done chatting about long drives and road life, allow me to indulge you into some unique and, as a matter of fact, useful information. My name is Bray S. Spur, the "Broken Spirit" of OCW.
The man pauses to take a good look at the duo.
Bray S. Spur: And as far as I know, you're new in OCW, just like me. Except with me, there are two differences.
One: I don't need to spend my time being nice to people.
Two: I am the "Best in the World" at what you two parasites most likely can't do correctly.
Bray S. Spur grins manically at the two, who seem initially unfazed.
Bray S. Spur: Now if you don't mind, I have a company to dominate. If you two were smart, you'd stay out of way.
Bray S. Spur leaves the two man to themselves.
Dylan Graves (to Dennis as the camera fades): Dominate, huh? We'll see.
Cox vs. Sparks
After last week Stacy Clark has found herself more intrigued by Loki McGregor. She had seen him after the match and he winked at her, causing her to smile. She had seen him at The Clash as well but he wasn't alone. Instead she found him talking to a recently signed female wrestler whom she didn't know by name. It had only been in passing, just a momentary glance, but she felt...well she wasn't quite sure how to describe it, but it lead her to once again trying to track him down for an interview.
She found him in the catering area.
Clark: Loki, could you spare a few minutes?
McGregor: ‘Owaya, pretty lady. T’be sure ah’ve got sum time for ya.
Clark: Excuse me?
McGregor laughs and then speaks in clear English: Yes, love. I have time for you.
Clark: Wait, I thought you were Irish?
McGregor: Ah, corse I be. But, oi’m whatever oi want ter be. Oi can chucker South African too.
Clark:......let me hear it.
McGregor: Yous lukin a lekker braai bru. (Then in an Australian accent) I’ve been round da world ‘n’ in me travels I’ve learned a fair bit. It was hard, but I’d say I’ve got a grasp o’ five languages.
Clark: Wow. That is….really impressive. Could you teach me?
McGregor drops his voice low and answers: A man teaches a girl. But can a girl learn to listen?
Clark: Did you….just quote Game of Thrones?
McGregor: A girl is clever. But yes, I did. You could say I strive to be a man of many faces.
Clark: Don’t you mean a Faceless Man?
McGregor: A man is impressed. Oi guess we can star nex week.
Clark: It’s a date.
Survival Triple Threat
Jimmy Henry vs. B-17 vs. Jackson Montgomery