Turmoil 110

The cameras fade into a the scene of a jail entrance. A very cold Charlie Burnley stands outside in a heavy coat, bringing the mic to his mouth and a hand to his ear.

Charlie: Ladies and Gentlemen, we recieved news earlier in the week that Tank, whose was put in jail for what was a savage attack on our Turmoil GM Daryl Bradley, is going to be bailed out of jail. It wasn't said who posted the bail, but... Oh, hold on a moment... Yes? He's on his way out?

From the distance you hear the sound of Tank's voice, the cameras quickly swing over to the exit. Tank was shouting over to the other prisoners in the yard, the officers obviously looking annoyed.

Tank: Hey! Frank! I got you on those tickets brother! VInny! Good seein' you again! Spencer! See ya later!!

The stout man gives off that sinister laugh, the guards practically shove him out of the doors. As Tank walks away, he flips off the guards and lights up a cigarette as the cameras swarm. Charlie moves to Tank's side, holding up a mic.

Charlie: Tank! Tank! It's good to see you! How are you doing? What are your plans now that your out?

Tank looks over Charlie, unable to keep a straight face seeing the big coat, and the winter gear. The newly freed man was only in a long sleeve shirt and jeans.

Tank: Charlie, the f**k is wrong with you? What are you cold? It's only 30 degrees outside ya p***y. I think I should bring you up to Scranton for a winter, get you used to it.

Charlie: Well I'm originally from California Tank.

Tank: Ah... So usually around this time you're gettin' a choco mocha bull sh*t from Starf*cks and trying to write your novel?

He bursts out into laughter giving a shove to Charlie, the interview seeming to recoil to Tank's touch, only to give his best shove back to the freed man. Tank's face gets serious and he raises a fist up, making Charlie flinch.

Tank: You p*ssy!! Two for flinching!

Tank gives Charlie two weak punches to the arm. Charlie grabs his arm and winces, proving how weak he is.

Tank: Geez, I barely tapped you.... And you're wearing padding. In any case I guess this is where I tell the OCW that I'm coming back. My first match is once again B-17... Ugh.... Ya know that saying about beating a dead horse? Well this is it. Guess Bradley wants B out huh?

Charlie: Well, you face some challenges getting back into the ring. I mean it's been two weeks since we've seen you. Does that take a toll on your confidence coming into this match?

Tank: Not at all. They've got an alright gym here at the prison, so I was able to work out, no fights though. Which sucks, but hey when you're surrounded by fans, guess it's hard to get into a fight am I right? Look it's gonna go down like this, B-17 is gonna get demolished, then I guess I'll fight Jimmy next week cause he ain't beatin' Jackson, Jackson wins the title, and I take the title from Monty in about another month. Now if you'll excuse me there Charlie, I'm headin' on out. See ya at the arena.

With that Tank walks away, jumps into his truck, and heads off for Turmoil, the camera crew watching as the white truck disappears over the horizon.

The camera fades in as Joe Zhivago walks down a backstage corridor. He is stopped by Stacy Clark, microphone in hand.

Stacy: Joe Zhivago, I want to ask you some questions, do you have a moment?

Joe smiles at Stacy: Aye, of course; I've always got some time to spare for my favourite interviewer.

Stacy: So tonight will be your debut match here on “Turmoil” and it's going to be against Seth Morrison - a veteran of OCW and a very formidable opponent. How do you feel about this and do you have any concerns going into this matchup?

Joe frowns a little: Well Stacy, obviously I have a lot to prove. I saw his match last week against against Dennis Black, who I was very impressed by - that guy has some moves. Seth Morrison on the other hand, well, he's obviously got a very big chip on his shoulder. Ending the match the way he did says a lot about his character, but I’ve spent some time working on farms and I've dealt with bigger, smellier beasts than him. Do I have any concerns, well, what do you think, Stacy?

As if to answer his own question, Joe flexes his biceps for Stacy who sighs and shakes her head, Joe looks unperturbed and grins mischievously at her. Stacy is about to continue with her questions as Loki McGregor walks into the shot.

Loki: Dare yer are, lassy. Ah've been lookin' for yisser juicy bake.

Loki points at Joe: Ye done wi' dis eejit, ready for yisser lessons?

Joe's grin turns into a frown again and he crosses his arms.

Joe: Who are you calling an eejit?

Loki: Te he llamado un idiota que tonto no cultivada.

Joe, confused: Excuse me?

Loki looks exasperated: Zanzibar oi canny imagine dis wus anythin' more than a required interview. so bugger aff.

Joe looks quite flustered: Zanzibar!? ...

McGregor locks Stacy with a serious stare and cuts Joe off before he can continue: Now, is a girl ready?

Stacy smiles at Loki: Like I said, it's a date.

Loki in perfect English: Fantastic, see you later then.

McGregor winks at Stacy and walks down the corridor barging past Joe with a stiff shoulder.

Joe shouts at Loki as he leaves: One accent's enough, thank you!

Loki shouts back: Idiota!

Joe looks a quite frustrated, his fists clenched at his sides. He quickly gathers his thoughts: Anyway, as I was saying, Stacy…

Before Joe gets a chance to finish, the interview is interrupted again as Seth Morrison walks into the shot. He doesn't say anything, but clearly isn't impressed with what he sees as he stares Joe down in a very intimidating manner. He smiles sardonically and stalks back down the hall, with a forboding air of arrogance.

Joe is left looking quite peeved and slightly crestfallen - his interview ruined. The camera fades out.

Dylan graves is pacing back and forth just around the corner from Gorilla position in the Turmoil arena. He is approached by interviewer Stacy, who asks him for a moment of his time.

Stacy: "Dylan, can I get a moment? You're getting ready to meet the OCW universe for the first time...how are you feeling?"

Dylan: "I don't have but just a second, but sure I always have time for the fans! How do I feel right now? I feel nervous. You know, last week when I got to the arena, I had the opportunity to meet Dennis Black. I think he's a pretty cool guy and I was looking forward to making my OCW debut against him tonight.
I get here tonight and find out he's medically unfit to compete because last week that maniac Seth Morrison tried to beat him to death with a chair! So here I am...I'm about to step through that curtain and head to the ring. I don't have a clue who OCW is going to send out there to face me...and no idea what to expect!
But, whoever walks down that aisle had better be ready for the fight of their life. This is the biggest opportunity I've ever had and no one is standing in my way tonight, I can feel it!"

Stacy: "Thanks, Dylan. I'll try to catch up with you following the match."

Dylan Graves vs. ???

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A few of the Women of Turmoil were having a meeting to discuss recent events. For the most part, it was a united locker room. Most days they all came to work with enthusiasm. But last week’s arrival of the masked woman has left them stressed and fearful. Madison stood at the center of the locker room and quieted the chatter...mostly.

Madison: Ladies, last week we lost our locker room leader. Who knows how long she’ll be gone. That's why I've taken it upon myself to step up and take her place.

There was a bit of chatter among the women, mostly disapproval.

Madison: We have to stop letting ourselves be walked over. We had women from a different show taking up ‘our’ air time. I can literally still smell the fat one. We have no Champion, no way to signify which of us is best. Seth Morrison speaks poorly of us every chance he gets, and now this...thing, is attacking us from behind?
When does it end?

Madison looks around the room.

Madison: Tonight. That's when it ends. I'm asking for volunteers. Let's call this beast out and set her straight. Who here has it in them?

Sparks stood and folded her arms.

Sparks: Why not you, locker room leader?

Madison: … My wrist hurts. Erm, Also! I'm not in the right frame of mind. What, with harassment from Ding and Seth attacking Dennis, I couldn't focus on a match.

Lara, the newest addition to the Turmoil locker room stood as well.

Lara: Couldn’t hurt to have some help out there. Let's call this beast out.

Madison smiled and nodded to the duo.

Madison: I know you'll make us proud. An example will be set tonight. This is for Sophia.

Camera pans back to ringside.

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The scene opens with Jimmy Henry standing backstage beside Stacy Clark.

Stacy: Jimmy, tonight you face Jackson Montgomery in a No.1 contender match for the Turmoil Championship. How are you feeling?

Jimmy: I’m gonna go out there and give it my all Stacy. I fought Jackson Montgomery last month in the tournament and I thought I was unlucky. Hopefully I will be able to get the win tonight.

Stacy: They don’t come much tougher than Jackson, what are your thoughts on him?

Jimmy: He’s a tough one, alright. The guy can fight but he shows no respect to the fans, constantly flipping the bird in their faces.

Stacy: Do you think either of you are capable of defeating Kassidy Hayes?

Jimmy: Yes. Jackson has had his chance, and so has B-17. I deserve a shot at the vampire, and I plan on earning that shot tonight.

Stacy: Aren’t you risking distracting yourself by getting involving in petty feuds with the likes of Sid Harrison & Seb Abbott?

Jimmy: I have unfinished business with that pair of meat-sacks, but I’ll get to them later. Right now I am totally focused on winning the Turmoil title, and giving these great fans a champion worth cheering for.

Stacy: Thanks for your time, Jimmy.

Jimmy nods appreciatively and exits as the scene fades to black.

match Women's Handicap Match

Pain vs Brittany Sparx and Lara Kinsel

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Dylan Graves walks back through the curtain after defeating Bill Ding in his OCW debut. He is immediately greeted by Stacy, looking for his post match comments.

Stacy: "Dylan, excellent win in your OCW debut. Now that the match is over, are you feeling any different?"

Dylan: "Stacy, let me tell you something...this OCW competition is really something else. I've wrestled, fought, and trained all over the world. But, nothing can prepare you for the moment an obese 7-foot tall builder from Brokenheartsville steps through that curtain. You don't wrestle someone like that, you fight
for your life. I'm a martial artist and a grappler. Every time I got close to him, he'd just fling me away. He kept stepping into that DDT, though! This is only night one, against an opponent I wasn't expecting (and ever even heard of). It's only going to get tougher from here. Hopefully, Dennis can get back in ring shape very soon.

Dylan turns and looks directly into the lens of the camera. He is addressing Dennis Black directly.
"Dennis, I'm sure we have some more talking to do...looks like you're having some problems. Specifically, it looks like you're having a Seth Morrison problem. I know we just met, but I already consider you a friend. That's what friends do, help each other with problems. Dennis, hit me up! I'm happy to lend a hand."

B-17 vs. Tank

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Standing victorious in the ring, B-17 raises his hands in celebration. The dangerous Tank slides out of the ring and quickly makes his way backstage.

B-17 poses in the corner, enjoying the chants of the crowd, suddenly the lights go out and the crowd breaks into pockets of discoherent speech. A spotlight shines down to the entrance. There stands a man dressed in a suit, wearing a white skull mask. The crowd boos loudly.

???: Good...Good. I’m glad to see you back to your winning ways, B-17.

The man’s voice is distorted into a metallic hiss. The crowd cringes in retreat of the inhuman sound.

???: Don’t fear, don’t fear. I’m only here to deliver a message. You see, I would not be here if not for you. I was paid well to hurt you. And I did, I did very well. But since that day I have watched, even cheered for you from the back...Yes...I am one of OCW’s very own. There was no malice behind it, just money.

The masked man pauses while boos rain down in the darkness.

???: But my employer and well, I hear there are a few others, they do not like you. And they have paid me once again to not like you. So here to say that we know you are looking for us, and you should stop...but you won’t will you?

Crowd pops at the prospect of B-17 hunting his tormentors down.

???: Therefore since your shepherds have abandoned you and you stand very much alone against us, yes, many of us. My boss wants to tell you that….sometime you shall receive a visit at home. I don’t know the intent of the meeting, all I know is that my boss would like you to understand that turning over rocks may result in some broken fingers, perhaps worse.

???: Do not hunt us, or we will hunt you, goodbye, B-17. I will see you next week. And likely you will see me, perhaps differently if all goes well.

Seth Morrison vs Joe Zhivago

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#1 Contender Match

Jimmy Henry vs. Jackson Montgomery

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A cameraman is walking backstage down the corridor towards the locker room area. Following behind is none other than Jim Black. Black starts to walk a little faster as they near the locker room of Jackson Montgomery and walks in front of the camera. As they get close to the door, Jim notices it’s cracked open a bit. He looks at the camera and then slowly pushes the door open far enough to get the camera a clean shot of Jackson who, by the looks of things, is not happy and is yelling at someone just outside of the shot. Jim looks at the camera again and motions the operator to keep rolling.

Jackson Montgomery: DAMNIT! This is the second time I’ve had an opportunity in front of me to become the champion and I blew it...AGAIN! What is going with me? Jackson waits. I’m asking you! What is wrong with me that I can’t perform in big time situations?! I think you got in my head!

Jackson turns his back and kicks over a chair that was holding his gym bag.It’s clear he’s upset about his loss to Jimmy Henry, but not quite to the extent he was when losing to Kassidy Hayes for Turmoil Championship at The Clash.

Jackson Montgomery: Am I blaming you? OF COURSE I AM! You told me not to worry about Henry because he was a pushover. You told me if I could survive a triple threat, then I should be able to squash someone like Jimmy. YOU got into my head and I underestimated Jimmy and now look at me! Out of the running for the title again, and that sonuva bitch is going into Certified Greatness with a title match! Where does that leave me?

Jackson throws his hands up in frustration as he turns back towards the other person in the room. His face is still covered in sweat and seems to be sweating more from his anger.

Jackson Montgomery: I’ll tell you where it leaves me! Facing some rookie who is here to “save” OCW or some proper English pr*ck on the lower end of the card which, most likely, will be dominated by Riot stars, OLD ones at that. Regardless of who’s on the card and who’s not, I NEED to be there. I need to be there to fight, break stuff, and most of all, give the big giant middle finger to the Turmoil main event and anyone else who thinks they can use ‘ol Monty as a stepping stone to the top.

Jackson stares hard in front of him and seems to be listening intently before, again, kicking over another chair, this time with a bit more force.

Jackson Montgomery: Oh go to hell! I’m done listening to you! You’ve caused me nothing but trouble!

Jackson picks up the previous kicked over chair and throws it, glass can be heard shattering. He then, like before, begins to rip the locker room apart. Pulling down shelves, punching and kicking holes in the walls, and knocking the door to the small bathroom inside the locker room off its hinges. When he stops, Jackson’s face is beet red and he is furiously breathing. He collects his thoughts for a second before looking around the room at the mess he’s made. He begins walking towards the door which prompts Jim Black and the cameraman to scoot out of the way and quickly. The door that has been the looking glass for this whole situation is flung open, the door knob hitting the brick wall behind it and breaking. As Jackson steps out into the hallway, he turns right outside the door, completely missing that Jim and a cameraman were standing there. Jim hollers at Jackson as he walks away.

Jim Black: Jackson! Wait! Who were you talking to in there? We heard a lot of commotion. Jim not letting onto the fact he’d been watching the whole time. Care to comment?!

Jackson stops and pauses before turning around and almost speed walking back towards Jim. Jackson grabs Jim by the front of his shirt and gets right in his face. After a few intense breaths, he pulls Jim real close.

Jackson Montgomery: Tell Sensation to send me a bill.

Jackson shoves Jim away and begins to walk in his original direction. Jim looks at the camera, straightens his shirt and then motions for the camera to follow him inside the locker room. The place was a disaster. All the furniture had been strewn about and full length mirror had been shattered but most of all, there wasn’t another person in the room. It was completely empty. Jim looks back at the camera and shrugs his shoulders as the screen fades to black.