The scene opens outside of the arena. The cameras catch a large and irate man tussling with security guards. The seven foot bruiser pushes one of the guards down on the concrete, hard. He continues to yell.
???:Where is she? Where the hell is she?!
The guards try to calm the man down, telling him he cannot be there without a ticket. The large man spits on the ground as yells that he doesn't watch OCW. The commotion allows onlookers who probably did not have a ticket to walk right by security.
Security Guard #11: Sir, please leave or we’ll call the police.
???: I don't give a damn about jail. Been there plenty of times! You tell that whore I'll be at the next show. I'm getting some answers, one way or another.
The security guards look to each other in confusion as the large man returns to his motorcycle. He flips off the ‘Turmoil’ equipment truck and speeds off…
Scene end.
The scene opens with Jimmy Henry struggling to gain access to the Turmoil arena. He swipes his keycard for the umpteenth time but the door doesn't open. He bangs on the door and gets the attention of the security guy, Ray.
Ray: What seems to be the problem here?
Jimmy: My damn keycard won't open this door.
Ray: Let me see.
Ray swipes the keycard and gets the same error message that Jimmy has been getting for the past few minutes.
Ray: Let me check, what the issue is. Wait here.
Ray fetches his walkie-talkie from the front desk. He walks away and makes a call to the security team upstairs, Jimmy struggles to hear the conversation. As Ray gets closer, Jimmy can make out the end of the conversation.
Ray: No problem, boss. I'll deal with it.
Ray approaches Jimmy.
Ray: Unfortunately, Mr. Henry, our records show that you are already clocked in, and I have been advised not to let you enter the premises.
Jimmy: You gotta be kidding me....
Ray: No Mr. Henry, I'm deadly serious.
Jimmy: This is BS! Is this to do with Daryl Bradley and that imposter that was on last week?
Ray: Unfortunately, Mr. Henry, I'm not allowed to disclose.
Ray closes and locks the door on Jimmy Henry, who is left standing irately outside the arena.
The scene opens as music hits. A woman dressed in a business suit comes out to make an appearance. As she strolls down the ramp, she nods her head reassuringly as she is met with a mixed reaction from the crowd. She has a microphone in one hand, and a briefcase in the other. She makes her way into the ring, pausing to take a moment to acknowledge the audience again with a reserved smile and wave, before motioning to the referee to hold the ropes open for her. After making her way to the center of the ring, she clears her throat before beginning to speak.
Brenda Starks: Good evening Turmoil!
She pauses as the crowd continues to react.
Brenda Starks: I wanted to come out here tonight to formally introduce myself to all of you and the rest of the folks at home watching.
Brenda Starks: My name is Brenda Starks. I have been brought in by Mr. Bradley to oversee the growth of Women’s wrestling on Turmoil.
She pauses for crowd reaction, and nods in acknowledgement.
Brenda Starks: As you all have seen within the last few weeks, the number of women on the roster has been growing more and more. However, something still appears to be missing. A sense of hierarchy. A purpose. A way to identify who leads the women's locker room.
Brenda paces around the ring, lightly swinging the briefcase in her hand.
Brenda Starks: With that in mind, Mr. Bradley will be hosting the first ever ‘Queen of Turmoil’ Tournament. A grueling three round display of Turmoil’s female athletes.
Brenda Starks: Twelve women from the roster have already been selected. Each week, a match within the tournament will take place until only two remain. The finals will take place…
The woman paused, looking awfully proud of herself.
Brenda Starks: Wrestlelution Weekend!!
There was mix of cheers between those supporting Sophia and the other half supporting ‘Pain’. Brenda did her best to settle the crowd down.
Brenda Starks: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Round one just might be the hardest of all the rounds. We do have twelve women participating after all. To even make it to the final four of the second round, they'll need to survive a Triple threat match. The very first of our triple threat matches of this round... is up next!!
Brenda claps along with the audience as the scene fades to black.
The camera fading into the back as $IRVNG$ is slowly making his way back from the ring. A black tow draped over his head, casting a shadow over his face where only a smile is visible. Picking up a bottle of water as he continues to the interview area as the production staff step to the side and look away from him as they do not wish the same fate as the poor staff member who was attacked for no reason a few moments ago. $Irving$ stops as he arrives at the interview area as a hesitant Jim Black walks over.
Jim Black: As we have seen earlier, you appear to not be in a talking mood…
$IRVING$ slowly rotates his head as he walks towards Jim Black, who back pedals but runs out of room as he becomes trapped between $IRVING$ and the wall.
$IRVING$ snatches the microphone from Jim Black and shoving him away before turning back to the camera.
$IRVING$: You really think I need you to hold a microphone and ask me stupid questions boy? Get on out of here before I make an example out of you.
$IRVING$ takes another sip of his water and throws the water bottle in the direction of Jim Black.
$IRVING$: Lets just get to the point…..for those of yall who don’t know who I am then its your loss, I am not going to waste my breath on a bunch of disrespectful pricks that don’t know this places history.
$IRVING$: But you people thought you had a problem with tank here?
$IRVING$ pulls the black towel down from his head and lays it across his shoulders as he begins to laugh.
$IRVING$: What Tank needed a chair to accomplish, you can rest assure I am more then capable of getting done with my hands. I will stretch and break every muscle and bone in your body and drop you on your damn head then kick it into next week without even batting eye and a smile on my face I will leave you laying in that ring unconscious and when you finally come to and ask why…The simple answer is because I can.
$IRVING$: Things are changing boys I suggest you shape up and stay out of my ring or plane to be taught a lesson….
$IRVING$ places the black towel over top of his head and walks off. The camera panning to the side as he makes his way down the hallway exiting the arena as the screen fades to black.
Cox vs Madison vs Sparks
The small glow of a campfire flickers in the woods. It's lone dance casting shadows across the trees as a young man sits on a log, calmly poking at the flames with a stick, keeping the fire burning.
Young man: Tell me.
He raises his head to stare directly at the cameraman, face calculating and expressionless.
Young man: Have you ever heard the story of the East Wind?
No response.
Young man: No?
The man smirks. His tone is soft, low, almost a hum as he shifts his position, leaning closer to the cameraman.
Young man: Once upon a time, in lands long forgotten, there lived a tribe of warriors. This tribe lived alone in the wilderness, surrounded on all sides by vicious horrors that would make grown men weep. To these men and woman, survival seemed like nothing more than a fanciful dream.
But these people were proud, and they were fierce, they worshiped their warrior spirits, and they vowed to claim the land as their own. It took years. But finally, after years of combat, of toil, of war, hope, glory and courage, the tribe of warriors clawed their way to the top of the mountain and finally claimed dominance over the land!
The young man is smiling now, as if recalling a fond memory.
Young man: And the spirits! Oh, the spirits who had watched over them were elated! They could not be more proud of their children for what they had accomplished!
The man's mood darkens suddenly. a look of disgust growing on his face.
Young man: But then, something unforgivable happened. The tribe of warriors, secure in their dominance... began to relax. They became complacent, slow, lazy! PATHETIC!!!
He screams the last word out and it echos through the forest.
Silence falls for several seconds before the young man begins speaking again. His voice once again cold and expressionless.
Young man: The people of tribe had become cowardly and weak. So the spirits decided that they needed to be put down. One day, reports came into the village of a young man from the east. The man walked alone they said, and wherever he went, a chilling wind seemed to follow him.
The people of the tribe were hopeful, believing the man to have been sent by the spirits to bless them, to reward them for their achievements.
He chuckles cruelly
Young man: Well... they were half right."
He continues.
Young man: The elders decided to send their finest warriors to greet the traveler. Only one would return, his eyes plucked from his sockets, telling his people about how the traveler had slaughtered his friends one by one, skinning them alive. The warrior died of his wounds soon after."
The man smiles.
Young man: But that wasn't the end of it. Soon after, the people of the tribe began to see strange figures from the corner of their eyes, hear voices whispering in their head.
Then the disappearances began. When a tribesman's panic began to reach levels that bordered on madness, he would suddenly disappear. Only for the other tribesmen to find his shredded corpse nailed to the door of his home. The pattern continued for months as the traveler toyed with his prey. Stalking, hunting and killing. The traveler spared no mercy to any man, woman or child.
Finally, only the oldest man was left. Surrounded by the bloody corpses of his friends and loved ones, he tearfully begged to know WHY? Why had the traveler done this to them?
"Because you became weak." the traveler said "And that is an insult that cannot be tolerated."
And then, he committed the cruelest action of all, he let the old man live. Alone and terrified for the rest of his days. And the old man spent those days telling every warrior he would meet about the tale of the East Wind. The lone stranger who sort out the bravest, strongest warriors in the land, and weeded out the worthy from the impostors.
As the fire begins to fade, the man stares into the camera.
Young Man: Warriors of of the OCW, be warned. For I am the East Wind. And your trial begins now.
The camera fades in and pans along the backstage corridor - we see Madison Cox, who is carrying a rather large fruit smoothie, walk purposefully towards the camera. As she turns the corner, she encounters Joe Zhivago and the two collide in an explosion of fruit smoothie (most of which lands all over Madison).
Madison Cox is livid: OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL?
Joe Zhivago tries not to laugh: I'm sorry, I…
Before Joe can finish, Madison slaps him hard across the face - so hard it echoes down the corridor.
Joe is literally gobsmacked, he stands there holding his cheek, wondering if he should just run.
A bright orange drop of smoothie drips from Madison’s nose: You big moron, look what you've done! My outfit's ruined and now I'm going to have to get ready again…
Joe tries to say something, but is cut off…
Madison continues her tirade: Not that someone like you would understand. You're just another black leather jacket wearing slob, like all the rest of them…
Joe frowns: Hey… I like my jacket.
A loud questioning voice is heard from Dennis Black as he enters the scene, the Turmoil TV Champion appeared to already be annoyed before even hearing: What the hell is going on here?
Madison and Joe turn quickly to face Dennis. Some orange smoothie whips off Madison's hair and into Joe's eye.
Madison: I'm glad you're here, Dennis. This dufus came crashing into me with his stupid smoothie and spilled it all over me. I tried to apologise and… and he hit me!
Joe looks shocked - Dennis Black looks pissed.
Dennis walks coolly over to Joe: Is this true?
Joe looks Dennis straight in the eyes: Of course not!
Dennis: Are you calling Madison a liar?
Joe gives Madison a sidewards glance, her make-up now running down her face: Aye, and an ugly one too.
Dennis Black lunges for Joe, just as a large group of perfectly timed officials appear to separate the two men.
Dennis Black and Madison Cox, ushered by the officials, begin to leave.
Dennis Black yells at Joe: This is far from over Zhivaggie!
Joe frowns to himself as the refs escort him away. Dennis turns to face Madison who wraps her arms around his waist. She forces tears to fall on her cheeks.
Dennis: Are you alright?
Madison: All I wanted to do was celebrate my win and show you the gift I got you for tonight.
Dennis: Gift?
Madison: Well we had such an awful night at Riot, and those disgusting Riot fans stole your belt. Not to mention you were fined for losing company property-
Dennis: Fined?!
Madison: I blame the fans of Riot, they lack culture. Blood thirsty savages...anyway. I worked it out with OCW and had a new title commissioned. An improvement, I'd say.
Dennis: ...Wow.
Madison: I hope you do the right thing, tonight. Make him pay.
Dennis Black nods in agreement. The camera fades…
Loki McGregor vs Axton Bravo
It had been a taxing week for B-17. He was tired, beaten down, and annoyed because his phone kept ringing, but it was listed as an unknown number. The last time he answered an unknown number it had led to an uncomfortably short conversation about the benefits of Jesus as his savior. But, when the unknown rang again for the 8th time, he couldn’t help himself and answered with a sharp tone.
B-17: What!
The calm voice of Duayne Hobbs responded: Calm yourself down and pick up the damn phone, Mr. Caine.
Caine: Oh, it’s you. Why the hell are you appearing as a random number?
Hobbs: Five different phones, I’m not interested in this phone being tracked.
Caine: Why would it?
Hobbs: I have the information you want.
Caine sat straight up in his chair, immediately becoming more tense: What do you got for me?
Hobbs: Just some of it. I'm going to start from the beginning so don’t interrupt me and let me finish.
Caine: Go.
Hobbs: Bradley sprung Tank from jail..
Caine: Everyone knows th….
Hobbs: Don’t. Interupt. Me.
Caine: Fine.
Hobbs: Bradley sprung Tank from jail. My men found the release forms and video. It had existed as a rumor until now, but now we are sure of it. Bradley wanted Tank out because of Kassidy Hayes….
Caine: What does Kas…
Hobbs: Caine! JESUS CHRIST. Mouth Shut!
Hobbs: Kassidy Hayes was the original one with the deal with Bradley. The masked men, the attack on you, Kass, and Jackson was all staged. It was a ruse meant to ensure Kassidy made it to the title match. And all was successful for a while, but then Kassidy did something that pissed Bradley off, he joined Ragnarok. A man in the back flipped, told us what happened next. Bradley tried to pay off the masked men, who we’ve identified as Zeb Melrose, and two irrelevant goons that are no longer associated with OCW. They refused. They were loyal to Kassidy. So he needed someone he could control.
Caine stood up and began to pace.
Hobbs: For of Tank’s issues we have an email that suggests that Bradley felt Tank could be controlled. But he needed to get him to the title...and one person screwed that up...you. You beat Tank. Bradley’s insurance backfired. The masked men refused to work with him, they were supposed to attack you that night, I’ve heard his anger was intense. So, etc, etc. Bradley hired some new guys to occupy you while Tank was given the shot.
Caine: What the….why?
Hobbs: We don’t know. What I do have for you is a name. We traced the funds to multiple bank accounts one of which is of a newly hired OCW Superstar.
Caine: Who?
Hobbs: Dylan Graves.
Caine drops the phone and sprints out the room, meanwhile Hobbs can be heard on the phone.
Hobbs:...safe, we don’t think this all ends with Bradley…. Caine? You there?
Kris Mulheisen is in the office of Daryl Bradley.
Bradley: Tell me about our Jimmy scenario, Mulheisen, and make sure its good news. It's been a long week.
Mulheisen: Well, sir, I don't know what to say. I thought we were onto a cash cow, but the TV ratings suggest otherwise. 50% of our viewership turned over when they realised it wasn't Jimmy Henry.
Bradley: Dammit! I said good news.
Mulheisen: Well, merch sales are up. Although we are still losing a great deal to unofficial merchandise.
Bradley: Bloody peasants, Jimmy Henry's fans are cheapskate scum-of-the-earth types. Typical.
Mulheisen: Also, viewership for Jimmy's post-match attack on Tank was high. Although these figures count towards Riot, as last week's episode was not exclusively Turmoil.
Bradley: Why don't we get our Jimmy 2.0, to do the same on Turmoil tonight. People hate Tank, people seem to like Jimmy. Give our Jimmy a chair and let him go attack Tank. That will surely prove popular with ratings and internet hits.
Mulheisen: That should work boss. I'll arrange it.
Bradley: It better, otherwise that piece-of-crap actor you found is getting the train back to Indieville Free Cable Wrestling, or wherever the hell you found him. And, if I have to book the actual Jimmy Henry on next week's Turmoil, just to boost ratings, your ass will be on that train as well.
The x-tron flickers into life showing screaming crowds waving national flags and what appears to be an Olympic wrestling tournament. A voice over booms through static as X-Ray images of a broken neck flash in and out.
Announcer: Disgraceful!
A haggard, Eastern European face flashes in and out of the mixed images, it's a man and his eyes are closed.
Announcer: He broke his neck! This is an absurd display of brutality...
The man’s head begins to lift upwards.
Announcer: Yarmolenko has been disqualified…
The man’s face is now in line with the camera, a snarl dominates his expression.
Announcer: Yarmolenko has been given a life long ban from amateur wrestling…
The eyes flicker open and the wrestling images change very quickly to a grimy gym with dirty looking people throwing money into a hat whilst the huge man known as “Yarmolenko” is fighting others. The scene is cross-laced with videos of the man lifting huge weights, screaming and bellowing with primal exertion. His eyes flicker open and all sound does off.
Yarmolenko: Ми наме ис Андреј Армоленко, а ускоро ћу показати свету праву меру мог бруталности, у пуној мери страдања мог народа. Будите спремни.
(My name is Andriy Yarmolenko, and soon I shall show the world the true measure of my brutality, the full extent of the plight of my people. Be prepared.)
He laughs.
Yarmolenko: Сада ћете знати праву Турмоил.
(Now you will know true Turmoil.)
The video cuts off with him dropping an Olympic bar laden with large weights and Yarmolenko walking out of a doorway, becoming lost in the light.
We join Aries and Trance backstage preparing for their match. As we watch, Jacob finishes putting a layer of tape on his wrists before passing it back over to Aries.
Trance: You know… You didn't need to drop the kid on his head…
Aries shakes his head at this.
Aries: You wanted to win, right?
Trance: Well yeah but…
Aries interjects.
Aries: No buts then, we won.
Trance: He was drunk.
Aries: Exactly… You should know how unstoppable drunk people are.
Aries rubs his nose before wiping the snot on his tanktop.
Trance: What's your deal anyway, when did you become an absolute slob?
Aries gives Trance an incredulous stare.
Aries: You saying I'm a slob?
Trance looks at Aries, the stains on his shirt and the various debris scattered around the changing room before motioning with his arms towards it.
Aries: It was like that when I got here.
Trance: Half of it has your name on it!
Aries: No it doesn't!
Trance: That is literally your bag and boots scattered all over the floor!
Aries: No it's not.
Trance groans and bangs his head on a locker.
Aries: HEY! Watch it! That locker is worth more than your house!
Trance’s face looks on with a twisted face.
Trance: A LOCKER? A...no. I’m not getting into this with you. This is utterly ridiculous. I know I’ve done bad things, but I do NOT deserve this.
Aries: You see, now you’ve went and hurt my feelings.
Aries eyes begin to water up slightly, as he pulls a quarter pounder with cheese from his side pocket. He starts to whimper like a kicked puppy, wiping away the crocodile tears.
Trance: Is this...is this really happening?
Aries’ eyes widen, and he proceeds to take a rather large bite of the quarter pounder.
Aries (still chewing): Ith wot eally appening?
Trance hides his face in his palms, allowing the crowd to fill the background with laughter.
Trance: Look Aries…
Aries interjects once again, but not before he swallows the burger.
Aries: No, YOU look, Jacob.
He wipes the food debris and slobber from the crevice of his lips.
Aries: I came back for one reason, and one reason only. To WIN. Not to hold hands. Do you know who I am?!
Trance: I have a sneaking suspicion, Aries…
Aries+Trance: I am a LEGEND!
Trance: I get it, but they are people, too. That’s what I’ve come to realize, Aries. You can win, you can be great without dropping people on their heads. Without risking injury to others. What you did was completely unnecessary.
Aries: UNNECESSARY? HE WOULDN’T HAVE STAYED DOWN OTHERWISE! Drunks are the worst kinds of people.
Trance: It’s impossible to even get through to you, isn’t it? Why am I trying? You’ve eaten so many cheeseburgers, your brain now runs on oils and grease. We have another match tonight, Aries.
Aries: Another match that’ll most likely win.
Trance: Except this time I’ll be keeping an eye on your fat ass.
Aries gasps with every ounce of breath he has, which isn’t much.
Aries: HOW DARE YOU! I RESENT THAT REMARK! I AM NOT FAT!
Aries grabs his large, swollen stomach.
Aries: THIS IS MASS! I AM THE STAY PUFT MASSMALLOW MAN! THE BIGGEST BOSS! CALL ME FAT AGAIN, AND I’LL..I’LL…
Aries lets out a large, echoing and disgustingly putrid belch. Trance covers his face with his shirt.
Trance: WHAT IS THAT?!
Aries: I had red snapper livornese this afternoon. I apologize.
Trance: I’m leaving! THAT WAS VILE!
Trance storms out of the room, holding his breath.
Aries: So unappreciative. That was a work of ART.
Dennis Black vs Joe Zhivago
The music hits as a very pissed off Tank walks towards the ring, the boos filling the arena as the man sneers and swears at the crowd as he walks past them. He moves to the steps, climbs them quickly, entering the ring and moving to the corner demanding a microphone. The tech is shaking as he moves towards Tank, the man in the ring swearing all types of obscenities as the scrawny tech nerd hands over the small black microphone. Tank angrily stomps around the ring, "Septic Tank" chants in the air. Tank only stops in the middle of the ring, shaking in rage.
Tank: Shut the f**k already!!! So... It's been an interesting week. This mother f**kin' company. I mean really? A guy can't get his jollies off without these suit and ties ruining it.
The crowd starts shouting and chanting "Cry baby! Cry Baby! Cry Baby!" Furious, Tank moves to the ropes, screaming in anger.
Tank: Like it or f**kin' not there folks! I was Turmoil Champion and I'm about to kick so much ass there is no way anyone! And I mean anyone is going to keep me away from what was rightfully mine!
As he finishes his sentence, Daryl Bradley comes onto the X-tron, the large screen flickering to life. The disappointed man looks onto the dethroned champ and shakes his head.
Bradley: This is ludicrous you behemoth! The OCW has a strict anti-drug policy! That... disgusting smelling grass you smoked was not doctor prescribed! You're lucky you even have a job still you idiot!
Tank turns and smiles as Bradley speaks, moving to the other side of the ring. He reaches into his jacket and takes out his pack of cigarettes.
Bradley: That too! Smoking indoors! Do you have any idea how large the fine is for that!?!
Tank slips a cigarette from his pack and puts it between his lips. He then brings his lighter up to the end of the cigarette and smirks at Bradley. Bradley slams his hand on his desk, the rage boiling so much that his facial expressions can no longer hide it.
Bradley: Don't you dare!!!
Tank lights his cigarette and drops the mic, taking in a long drag before leaving the ring. As he walks up the ramp, Bradley's anger turns into a look of worry as the screen flickers off as Tank slips behind the curtain, a small cloud of smoke can be seen as he slips into the back.
The sound La Reina's theme music could be heard in the background as the screen shows Sophia stretching. She's approached by Stacy Clark. Sophia stands and smiles as Stacy starts talking.
Stacy: We never got to formally welcome you back to Turmoil, Sophia. You were out due to a vicious assault from pain and made your surprise comeback at the pre show of Certified Greatness. Pain was given a bit of retribution and hasn't been seen since. What are your thoughts going into tonight six woman tag, and your eventual match in the Queen of Turmoil Tournament?
Sophia: I honestly don't think about Pain anymore. She's nothing more than a bully that got a dose of her own medicine. This tournament is a huge opportunity for twelve women on our roster, and two have already been eliminated. Seems our Television Champion is rubbing off on her.
Stacy: ...
Sophia: Take that as you will. Anyway, my focus 'has' to be on tonight. I can't overlook three other women, while teaming two others that have yet to have a match. I intend to win this tournament when the time comes. Bur for now, my focus are the three ladies in the ring.
Scene ends as Sophia walks off.
We go backstage to the boiler room where Austin Lee is playing about on his hover board and Sid Harrison, well Sid Harrison is sat on his own in a Hot Tub relaxing with his feet up before his match with Tank tonight.
Sid Harrison: "You sure you don't want to come in?"
Austin Lee: "Oh #I'm sure."
There is a old style TV hooked up in the boiler room, right now Sid who is in the hot tub is watching a video of one of OCW's Bombshell matches. It looks like a recent match Big Bertha was in.
Austin Lee: "#Bombshells suck."
Austin Lee gets off his hover board and goes to turn the TV off.
Sid Harrison: "No don't turn it off, I am watching me some Big Bertha."
Austin Lee: "Who?"
Sid Harrison: "That really, really and I mean really BIG BERTHA. I mean Look at her? She's really big and I kind of feel sorry for her. She looks like she needs some loving."
Austin Lee: "Why not invite her into the hot tub with you?"
Sid Harrison: "I would but she's you know, BIG BERTHA! She wouldn't fit in this room let alone the hot tub."
Austin lee: "#Big Girls need love to Sid. You could always take the hot tub outside, I mean why the hell you decided to put this thing in a dark and gloomy boiler room anyway."
Sid Harrison: "It was either that or share a locker room with someone like Tank or Sebastian because management are too stingy to give me my own room. SO YOU KNOW WHAT I SAID AUSTIN?"
Austin Lee: "#WHAT!?"
Sid Harrison: "I said that THEY can GO KISS MY MARELLOUS ASS."
Austin Lee laughs at how serious Sid Harrison is getting.
Sid Harrison: "So that's why I hang around in boiler rooms."
Austin Lee: "Speaking of #Big people, Tank wrote you a note that i accidentally open before you got to see it. "
Austin Lee passes the note to Sid Harrison.
"SID
YOU KNOW THAT JIMMY HENREY GUY? I WANT YOU TO JOIN ME IN MAKING HIS LIFE A LIVING HELL? WHAT YOU SAY WE CALL THIS MATCH OFF AND INSTEAD YOU HELP ME TAKE HIM OUT? DON'T
FORGET HE MADE FUN OF YOU!
TANK!"
Austin Lee: "Either he isn't the brightest of people or he doesn't understand the new technology we have called phones to contact people. But yet he left his number also."
Sid Harrison: "Can I use your phone?"
Austin Lee: "No, not while you're in there."
Austin points to the hot tub.
Sid Harrison: "I'll promise I won't drop it."
Austin Lee: "Where's your phone?"
Sid Harrison: "Just give it me will you!"
Austin Lee for some reason decides to trust Sid as he passes him his phone. Sid looks at the number and adds him to contact list and then goes to messages. Sid Harrison starts laughing like a little schoolgirl.
Austin Lee: "What the hell you typing."
Sid Harrison reads out what he put...
Hey Tank
"#HERE COMES THE RAAAANNNNNNEEEEEE
It's RAINEING MEN!
P.S If you couldn't tell this is Xander Rane and I think you should join RAGNAROK.
JUST SAYING...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx"
Sid Harrison and Austin Lee burst into tears. Sid Harrison laugh that much he drops the phone in the hot tub. Austin Lee goes ballistic.
Austin Lee: "YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T DROP IT!"
Sid Harrison grabs the phone from the bottom of the hot tub and shakes it about.
Austin Lee: "#Now what am i going to do since i am not allowed to be on Turmoil because they are racist against us Riot people "
Sid Harrison: "Hey I think it still works, yeah Tank replied..."
Sid Harrison reads the message out loud from Tank.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA
XXXXXXXX!"
Sid Harrison drops the phone in the hot tub again.
Austin Lee: "#BRO!!"
Sid Harrison: "It sure sucks to be Xander Rane.
Austin Lee: Well from what i have heard that is Carter job out of all of them... #Allegedly....
Austin Lee: #DUDE YOU NEED MORE BUBBLES!!!! #MY EYES!!!!!
The camera fades to black.
Bradley is pacing back and forth in his office. The look of worry on his face as Tank hadn't been seen since he had left the ring earlier in the night. Bradley knew Tank was scheduled in the ring tonight, so he'd knew the man had to be preparing, but little did Bradley know the bully has not been far away. From outside of his office a commotion was heard. Yelling, slams could be heard, the unmistakable sound of of bodies slamming into drywall. After a few minutes, the noise settled down. The door opened with a soft squeak and heavy foot steps could be heard moving slowly into the office. As he entered, Tank would be greeted by several large guards. Tank snarled as he looked at the men, then shifted his gaze to Bradley.
Tank: You're a f**kin' coward...
Bradley: You will not threaten me you oafish buffoon. It's not just me, it's the management of OCW itself.
Tank: You think I give a f**k what the management says?
Bradley: These orders are from Jaysin Sensation himself. Everything that happened is your own fault. The men here are to not only keep you from doing something stupid, but they are all bail bonds men. Connected to the firm I paid for your bail?
Tank smashes his fist into the door frame, the bondsman moving forward a bit. Slowly the man looks each one of them in the eye and nods. Bradley steps forward to the line of men, moving through them.
Bradley: Don't worry... You'll see things my way very soon...
Bradley lets out a chuckle, Tank growling to himself. In a split second he snatches Bradley up by his jacket. The bondsman move in, raising their batons above their head ready to strike. Just as they close in Bradley holds up a hand, smirking a bit.
Bradley: Now, now gentlemen. No need to do anything rash. This animal is a simple one... Heh
Tank: You need someone for your dirty work? Right?
Bradley: Precisely...
Tank: I want two more with me. I make the choices.
Bradley: Agreed. Now... Set... Me... Down...
Tank gingerly sets Daryl down, patting him on the shoulder. He looks at the guards, how ready they were set to move in and beat Tank down. The ex champion nodded and Bradley would lead the two back to his desk, the cameras moving back and out of the room only catching a few mutterings.
Laughing as entered the locker room, Seb took a seat by his bag and started to get ready.
Seb: Hahahaha, he was just lying there covered in soiled sandwiches. Ah priceless.
The door opened and a intern walked in.
Intern: M-m-mr. A-abbott, a word if I may?
Seb nodded.
Intern: You have a handicap match in two weeks, now the GM pushed it back. How does that make you feel?
Seb shrugged: It's no skin off my nose lad, gives me time to prepare so I can be in peak condition.
Intern: Ok thank you, next one: Tonight you face Jackson Montgomery, the last time you met he hit you twice with an A-Bomb. What are you going to do different this time round?
Seb: What's that app opened there, are you face timing Stacy Clark? Did she feed you those questions?
The intern looked at the open app on his Ipad and quickly minimised Stacy's face. Seb shook his head and continued.
Seb: Look I don't know how I'll take Jackson, he's a loose cannon especially when he's had a few and if "Davie" eggs him on as well he'll wreck anything and everything.
The intern went to say something but Seb cut him off.
Seb: I wasn't finished. Tonight I don't have to only watch out for Captain PTSD in the ring, but be on my guard in case Tweedle Dil and Tweedle Ding want revenge. But then again the catering area looks like a "Bill Ding" exploded in there. Hahahahaha.
The intern shook his head at the horrible joke.
Intern: Well Mr. Abbott good luck in your match tonight, you're going to need it.
S. Abott vs. Jackson Montgomery
Tank vs. Sid Harrison