The camera pans to a door with the name "Tank" written on it. A very nervous looking Charlie Burnley moves to the door and knocks gently. A voice comes from behind the door, along with a sinister chuckle.
Tank: Come on in Charlie! I know it's you!
Charlie walks into the room, still nervous and a bit shaky, not wanting to distub the man. When he approaches, he grabs a chair and sits next to Tank who is sitting on the steel bench in front of his locker. The man seems to be doing exercises with his arms and just stretching his limbs out in general.
Charlie: So Tank... last week you suffered a loss to B-17, what are your thoughts about that match?
Tank: Charlie, as long as I'm concerned, it was a fluke. OCW decided it best to not have me in the ring for two weeks, and when I came back, on short notice I had ring rust.
Charlie: Ring rust? But it was only two weeks? Could have it been that bad?
Tank raises an eyebrow to the interviewer, snatching him up by the collar as he stands up, raising a fist to the man.
Tank: Yea! Ring rust! Ya got a problem with that Charlie?
Charlie stammers a bit and shakes his head no quickly, prompting Tank to set him down and go back to stretching.
Charlie: So then... onto tonight... You have a match with the Turmoil champion... What are your thoughts?
Tank: My thoughts are that this locker room is weak. I tell Monty to go win, he loses and goes back to the bottom of the barrel. Jimmy ain't got the stones to get it done, so now Bradley has no choice to give the people a good fight. I'm gonna go out there tonight and show the OCW crowd that I ain't the guy whose gonna just sit down and be Kassidy's b*tch. I'm gonna beat the p*ss outta him, give him the toughest match of his career. I'm gonna make him afraid of me.... I want this entire locker room to be afraid of me... I started at the top... Putting Bradley in the hospital, and now I'm gonna work my way down the line til the entirety of OCW knows who the real terror is around here.
Charlie: Always confident I see. Any words to Kassidy before our match.
Tank: I hope you're okay with getting embarassed champ. Cause tonight, win, lose, or draw. You're gonna catch the beatin' of a lifetime.
A week after his debut, Bray S. Spur is seen backstage in the locker room area, carefully clenching his left leg, as if to somewhat nurture it for future occasions. OCW interviewer Stacy Clark approaches the superstar, intent on an interview.
Stacy: Excuse me Mr. Spur, may I have a moment of your time?
Bray S. Spur looks up from his leg and glares at Stacy, clearly unhappy at this sudden interruption.
Stacy: Might I say, what an impressive debut last week. And I must ask you, what are your thoughts after competing against Sid Harrison in a hard-fought battle, but gaining the victory via a distraction?
Bray S. Spur: What sort of moronic question is that? See, Miss Clark, that right there isn’t a question even worth answering. What you should’ve asked was, “Mr. Spur, what was it like to defeat Sid Harrison in your debut match?” Well, Miss Clark, I’ll tell you.
Bray S. Spur stands up in front of Stacy.
Bray S. Spur: Defeating Sid Harrison in my debut match felt like meeting those two other parasites two weeks ago. It felt like nothing. I felt nothing. I defeated a nothing. Of all the people they could’ve put the Broken Spirit up against, they put me in a match against that thing? Sid Harrison is an idiot. Sid Harrison is a stepping stone. He is not, nor will he ever, be worth my time in OCW. If anything, he should be grateful that he got to step in the ring with me.
Bray S. Spur pauses for a moment to look at Stacy and flash his signature grin at her.
Bray S. Spur: Because I am the Best in the World at what none of these hacks can do right.
And now that I’ve had my first match here in OCW, I’m on to bigger and better achievements.... like becoming Turmoil Champion.
Stacy: Well, Mr. Spur, how do you plan on starting your journey when you're not even booked to-
Bray S. Spur cuts Stacy off, much to her surprise. He takes her hand containing the microphone.
Bray S. Spur: Because the OCW offices know that I'm a top commodity. And, in order to do what's best for business, you have to protect your top commodity. More than likely, the general manager is probably ejaculating himself trying to find an opponent worthy of my caliber, which is, unsurprisingly, difficult to come up with. The closest worthy opponent I can come up with is D. Y. Nasty, who, also unsurprisingly, I defeated on another occasion. But, it's a shame, since he cut his losses and ran away. Probably for his own good, because he knows that he's never beaten me, and he will never beat me.
Bray S. Spur lets go of Stacy's hand and looks back at the camera.
Bray S. Spur: Until then, I guess I'll have to settle with decimating Turmoil and moving my way up to the Turmoil Championship, where I will usher in an era of prominence for Turmoil and OCW. You'll see.
Bray S. Spur takes a moment to descend back to his chair as the camera fades to black for the next segment.
The wig covering Stacy Clark’s now bald head was uncomfortable. It made her feel...ugly. Too many times in the past two weeks she had found herself crying at what the villainous Nathan Carter had done to her. She felt less, diminished. People would purposely avoid her gaze. But she felt their stares even with her eyes always lowered. So when she found herself walking down the hallway she didn't think to look up when a man stepped in front her. It wasn't until the wig was gently removed from her head that she looked up to find Loki McGregor smiling kindly.
Loki: Such a pretty girl shouldn't have to look down. We can't see your eyes. And as for the wig, a girl does not need to be ashamed. Instead, I find it impressive that you can be so beautiful even when you feel so sad.
Clark wipes a tear from her eye: Thank you….I'm...I just don't understand why….
Loki: Certains hommes sont nés pour être le Scum que vous essuyez du fond de votre chaussure.
Clark smiles: What was that?
Loki: Tis French. And I said that some men are just scum. They resent true beauty because they can't have it. They are filthy inside. So they try to destroy the beauty.
Clark mumbles: They did a good job.
Loki: No, a girl does not understand that her beauty will only be destroyed if she allows it. A girl must be strong, and a girl must not hide.
Loki: Shall oi burn dis for yer? He holds up the wig and looks at in disgust.
Clark leans in and kisses Loki on the cheek: Thank you.
Loki winks and walks away.
Quimera vs. La Perdido
The scene opens with Morrison in the middle of the ring. He starts to pace angrily as he stares at the backstage. This goes on for about 30 seconds before he picks the mixup to his mouth.
Morrison: Before I get into my business at hand, I want everyone to focus their attention to the titantron.
The video of last weeks attack of Morrison is played on the big screen.
Morrison: DENNIS BLACK!!!!! Last week you signed your death warrant. Any shot of me taking it easy on you this Sunday, well, it's out the door. I also talked to our fine GM and he agreed with me that making it anything other than a ladder match, would be doing both of us a disservice.
Morrison starts to angrily pace around the ring.
Morrison: But what you may not know is another stipulation I added to the match. You see, when OCW signed me, there was one specific clause in my contract.
Morrison pulls out the contract and flips a few pages.
"Seth Morrison is allowed to make one amendment to one specific PPV match of his choosing."
Morrison: I think you can guess which match I'm going to use that on, right??
Crowd starts to boo.
Morrison: Dennis, this Sunday is going to be the end of Dennis Black in OCW. Literally. Because this Sunday, in addition to the ladder stipulation, the loser has to RETIRE!!!!! FOREVER!!!!!!
Camera shows the crowd who seem astonished by Morrison's speech. Morrison smiles as he leaves the ring.
Jimmy seems a bit overwhelmed by the cheers from the crowd, and has to compose himself before beginning to speak.
Jimmy: Well fans, looks like we are co-headlining Certified Greatness!!!
The crowd pops for Jimmy.
Jimmy: To say I'm psyched is an understatement. And nobody backstage can say I don't deserve it. In the last 2 weeks I've pinned B-17 & Jackson, and next on the list is the vampire champ himself, Kassidy Hayes.
The crowd boos at the mention of Kassidy's name.
Jimmy: I will get to Kassidy in a minute, but first off we have a bit of a mess to clean up. Last week on Turmoil, Austin Lee used my theme music to distract Sid Harrison. Dude, using somebody else's stuff like that is #uncool. Sid, I know we've had our differences, but I hope you do what you do best and #mop the floor with this guy. I mean that literally, use his moustache, it will buff those backstage corridor floors up great.
This raises a few chuckles from the crowd
Jimmy: I'm glad we can laugh just now, cause to be honest, being a wrestler on Turmoil isn't always fun. Not when Daryl Bradley, is sacrificing your safety on a weekly basis, in a bid to boost TV ratings for Turmoil.
The crowd boos at the mention of Daryl Bradley.
Jimmy: Last month we had guys beating up B-17 in this ring, still not caught. Hell, we haven't even uncovered who sabotaged the tournament with the backstage blackout attacks. Tank, walked straight out of jail last week onto the main card. A fortnight ago poor Sophia caught one hell of a beating, and Daryl Bradley books her attacker onto the roster for the following week. Wrestler's lives are being put at risk here for ratings, and nobody is doing anything about it.
Jimmy has got himself worked up. He regains focus and continues.
Jimmy: Anyway onto Sunday, when Kassidy Hayes and I will go one-on-one, and Kass, you better be prepared. You may have delusions that you are an actual vampire, but I am not deluded when I tell you I am a vampire slayer. If you want your ass-kicked, on Sunday I wholeheartedly invite you into my home. My home is in this ring, in front of these fans. Best bring your A-game, Mr Hayes.
The crowd cheer as Jimmy heads backstage.
Women's Match
Casey vs La Reina
The camera zooms in on a door, the nameplate reads 'Daryl Badley Esq' and the door swings open. There's no one inside, just a television screen sat on the chair in which Bradley should be sitting since his brutal beating at the hands of Tank a few weeks ago. On the desk sits a bail invoice slip but before we can get a better look the television cuts on.
Bradley: No you nincompoop! Not that one! Argh!
The scene on the television screen is one of a private medical ward, showing Bradley sat upright, throwing a bed pan at one of the unfortunate orderlies.
Bradley: Do not make me have you flogged!
The man apologies and hastily leaves the room.
Bradley: Greetings, salutations and...
A man leans in and whispers something in Bradley's ear.
Bradley: Really? HIM?! No, no, no, that cannot be allowed he's not even a C- in looks, ability and he looks like he fell off of a really bad local gym hall show.. This... Cannot be.
Bradley pinches his nose in thought.
Bradley: Such evil cannot be allowed to flourish in the kingdom... I guess I have no choice but to let loose the hounds of chaos...
Bradley looks a little troubled before comforting himself by twirling his moustache.
Bradley: Tonight, to ensure that Certified Greatness doesn't become Certified Failure I am left with no choice but to make an alteration to tonight's main event match up... As such, should Tank be able to defeat Kassidy Hayes he shall be rewarded with an interjection into the Turmoil title match, making it a triple threat match...
Bradley leans forward, trying to smile apologetically.
Bradley: It's nothing personal Jimmy, but you're just not marketable... No one wants to turn their TV on and be greeted with your disgusting, haggis scoffing face. Toodles!
The television cuts off, leaving the fans in uproar at the predicament their cult hero may find himself in.
In what is rapidly becoming a tradition, B-17 and Jackson Montgomery find themselves sitting around the same card table, drinking the same beer, playing the same game. Yet the subdued nature of the two men is unlike the previous weeks. The silence is finally broken by B-17.
It had been a couple of weeks since Seb set foot in Terminal 5, he took it in and a bedraggled looking Stacy Clark came into view and stopped Seb for an interview
Stacy: Sebastian, you haven't been seen since your post match attack on Sid Harrison two weeks ago. Where have you been?
Seb: I had to fly home for a family function; I've been there for the last week and a bit.
Stacy: Family function? Ha who died?
Seb: My mother.
Stacy gasped and looked at her feet feeling slightly ashamed of her question.
Seb: She'd been sick for a while now and I'd made my peace with her, now I'm back so do you have any questions regarding that?
Stacy: Um sorry for your loss, yes new subject. Do you have anything to say about your post match attack on Sid?
Seb: I don't have anything to say about the attack sorry.
Stacy: What about Jimmy beating Jackson Montgomery?
Seb: I feel for Jackson, I really do. Losing to that pikey Scot must've been a real blow to his psyche. Hell even I saw the carnage after his match, that locker room looked like New Orleans moments after Hurricane Katrina struck.
Stacy: Nice analogy... You're not booked tonight, why are you here?
Seb: I'm here to check out the matches, I've seen some good rooks coming through lately. Besides last week while I was away the GM sent me a message asking me to not attend. So I stayed in London for a few extra days, besides do I look like I'd go against the boss?
Stacy: Maybe. Anyway back to your rivalry with Jimmy, it seems to have cooled down while he's battling for the championship. How does that make you feel?
Seb grimaced but composed himself before replying.
Seb: What is it about this Pikey that makes you people flip your biscuits? Enough of this shit I'm ending this interview. Nice wig by the way, it matches your eyes HA.
Seb winked at Stacy who looked down trodden before walking away and out of sight.
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Seth Morrison vs Sid Harrison
Meanwhile, back in Bradley's office the television that has been kicked over to the floor turns on abruptly.
Bradley: How DARE he kick me over, how DARE he! Someone fix me! Someone get me upright, I have an important announcement to make!
The disciplinary task force come into the room, swiftly repairing the damage done to the office, quickly righting the television monitor
Bradley: In fact, no. This can wait, but thank you for fixing me, I am most grateful! Toodles!
At that, the television once again turns off, leaving the DTF looking rather disgruntled but they don't complain, knowing their boss will still be watching.
B-17 vs. Justin Time