The show opens with our TV Champion Dennis Black, accompanied by Madison Cox as they are standing in the ring. There is a small round table covered with a black linen cloth, on top of the table are two packages wrapped in red paper, finished with black ribbons.
The audience are buzzing with curiosity as Madison holds a microphone up to address them.
Madison: Welcome ”Turmoil” fans... I'd like to take this opportunity to be the first to congratulate Dennis on his first title defense with a victory over that Big Neanderthal Ed.
Madison: Turmoil desperately needed a Champion that had the fortitude to retain a title.
Madison paces around the ring with her mic still in hand.
Madison: Dennis, I'd like to thank you here in front of all these people for risking your health to defend my honor. You were performing on another level last Sunday. Almost as if you were a new man!
The two share a brief chuckle. The audience cheer loudly for Dennis Black as he raises his arms to bask in their adoration.
Madison continues: But there's one man in particular we'd like to thank for this victory and that's why we're both here right now. Everyone, please give a warm welcome to Joe Zhivago!
Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin plays over the loudspeakers and the crowd pops. After a short while a very confused looking Joe Zhivago appears on the stage and makes his usual understated way to the ring.
A stage hand passes him a mic as he climbs in, Madison rushes over and hugs him, Joe doesn't reciprocate. Dennis reaches his hand out and Joe hesitantly accepts and the two men shake hands in the ring as the audience cheer them on.
Madison raises a hand to the audience before speaking again.
Madison: Thank you for joining us, Joe. Now I'm sure everyone’s wondering what’s in these packages. Well, Joe, these are for you, as a token of our appreciation… Go ahead, open them.
Joe looks nervous as he moves over to the table and opens the smaller of the two packages. He reaches in and pulls out an electric beard trimmer. Madison claps her hands together with a gleeful expression on her face. Joe only looks more confused.
Madison: That's for your beard, once that's gone you'll look like a million bucks!
Joe raises an eyebrow at Madison before putting the trimmer back in it's box. Unperturbed, Madison continues.
Madison: Now the big box!
Joe opens the larger of the two boxes and removes the top layer of tissue paper, then he reaches in and holds up a suit jacket. It's, blue with a grey pinstripe and obviously of a very high quality. Joe turns to face Madison, obviously unimpressed. Madison looks very excited, while Dennis is starting to look restless.
Madison: Oh, once you've had a shave and put that suit on you'll be a new man, won't he Dennis?
Dennis nods unenthusiastically.
Madison: But, I saved the best present for last… Joe, I would like to offer you the opportunity to be managed by me!
There is a mixed reaction from the audience. Some of them are excited at the thought of Joe and Dennis potentially joining forces while the majority are just booing at Madison.
Dennis Black can't contain himself anymore.
Dennis: That's enough, Madison. This whole thing is stupid.
Madison looks very hurt and is obviously shocked by his outburst.
Dennis: Joe - you and I both know that I didn't need your help at ”Wrestlution” and I'll be damned if I allow you to think otherwise. Your interference in my match only hastened the inevitable. I was always going to be standing here today, as champion.
The audience cheer and chorus of “Dennis Black, Dennis Black, Dennis Black” chants begin. The audience simmer down as Joe Zhivago raises his mic.
Joe: Listen, Dennis… I didn't interfere in your match for you - although you're lucky I did. No… I did it for me. Ed goes against everything I stand for - who knows, maybe I could have beaten you, that day when Ed attacked me… We'll never know. One thing I do know, is that I'll sooner die than see Ed with the one thing I want most around here.
Joe points at the title, draped over Dennis Black's shoulder.
Joe: the ”Turmoil Television Championship”
The fans cheer and begin chanting, “Joe Zhivago” *clap clap clapclapclap*. Dennis laughs inaudibly, shaking his head, before raising his mic again.
Dennis: Oh Joe, so enthusiastic. But seriously, what have you actually achieved around here?
Joe Zhivago’s fans start booing at the harsh reality of the situation.
Dennis: I'll tell you what, Joe. If you can beat me in this very ring, here tonight, I'll give you the title shot you desire so much.
The audience erupt with excitement and Joe nods with approval.
Dennis: But, this is the last freebie you'll get from me. Waste this opportunity and you're on your own.
Dennis drops his mic, slides under the ropes and makes his way up the ramp, quickly followed by Madison, who is clearly upset and mouthing off at him. As the pair disappear through the entryway, Joe Zhivago calls after Dennis, on the mic.
Joe: Listen here, Dennis… you won't be the Champion forever, but I'll always be “The Prime Cut”
Joe Zhivago flexes his biceps for all to see and the audience cheer him on. The audience continue cheering as Joe exits the ring, leaving his two presents behind.
Cameras give us a glimpse backstage where we see one half of the Webb sisters, Jayde, having some downtime to herself in the women's locker room. Jayde takes a seat on the leather couch and logs onto her laptop, where she visits the OCW network. She finds a section of Wrestlution “unseen footage ” and decides to check it out.
Jayde: Hmm what's this all about?
Jayde happens upon a clip from Sophia’s championship belt ceremony. The thought of the whole thing brings a pit to her stomach. She moves the cursor and clicks ‘PLAY’.
*The clip begins*:
Sophia: As for this ‘target’ painted on my back… I welcome it. I will wear it as proudly as a fresh tattoo for what it represents. But remember this… This target never stands still. It is constantly in motion because my motivation is never at a standstill.
Sophia: …. And for as long as this belt remains around my waist, it will fuel me… And all of you ladies as well. It could be yours too… You'll just have to catch me first.
Sophia looks to the camera and points.
Sophia: I know there may be one or two of you that felt wronged during the tournament. When you're feeling up for proving that, I'll be waiting.
Sophia hands the mic to Brenda Starks.
Brenda: I'd like to take one more opportunity to those that have supported Women's wrestling
along the way. Expect big things from us during Turmoil's second season.
Sophia shakes the hands of the referees before the cameras cut out to what must of been a commercial for hausofhoot.com. (That's H A U S O F H O O T dawt cawhm.)
*End clip*
Jayde stares at her computer screen in disgust.
Jayde: ‘Prove it’, huh Sophia? Pfffft. It isn't fair. I could have beaten Madison. I could have beaten Sophia. That bitch, that relic Alex Robinson caught me off guard. Ugh!
Jayden comes from behind and pats her sister on the shoulder.
Jayden: Great ceremony. It's good to see women's wrestling mattering once more in OCW. Change is good.
Jayde: But one thing about the current OCW won't change. We're going to witness another short reign If I have anything to say about it.
Tank vs. Vincent Winters
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Nah, nah, nah. I'm not having that! He must still be hurting from Lution! |
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Kassidy Hayes would not have been beaten in such a convincing manner. |
Seb was still stinging from the battle royal at Wrestlution, the image of the Irishman flipping him up and over the ropes burnt deep in his mind.
An intern with camera crew ran up to the moody Brit.
Intern: A moment of your time Mr Abbott, have you anything to say about your loss at Wreslution 10?
Seb: Damned "Luck of the Irish" for ya, but no I don't have anything to say it's done. He has a shot at the TV title now and I'm back at the bottom. However I have to face this painted goon, one on one at some show called Unleashed.
Intern: Irish luck indeed, well good luck at Unleashed. You're going to need it.
Seb paid no attention to the last remark, choosing to instead walk off to watch the show.
The sound of a baseball bat hit clinking against a chain link fence is heard as the scene fades in. The camera blurs and then focuses as the shot pans from said baseball bat, black and cold aluminum, to a big man dressed in a leather jacket and blue jeans. Then man’s face can’t be seen through his long hair as he begins to speak as he walks.
???: About 9 years ago an island boy showed up to this small place called OCW. An island boy looking to make a name. Fighting with the likes of Sean Strider and Juan the island boy never could quite sink his feet into the sand.
???: As OCW grew so did the island boy. Both in experience and size. When OCW got to big CCW became his stomping grounds. He became the company's first champion and remained a dominant force for sometime.
The man stops at a table and pulls out 4 coconuts and positions them on the table.
???: CCW wouldn’t last too long but the island boy continued to grow. Building upon his reputation he battled an OCW Hall of Fame member but fell a little short. But he would get his revenge at Wrestlution 4. Some time passed and the island boy faded away. Going back home to the Big Island and watching OCW from afar.
???: He watched 4 of guys come in and make their own mark in OCW. One in particular caught his eye. You may remember this guy as Pato or Patolomai. I look at him as the guy who did what I couldn’t do. He’s the first islander to hold the OCW Championship. You’d think seeing him win all those years ago would conjure up some sense of pride for my fellow man.
Crack! The man smashes one of the coconuts with the bat sending debris everywhere.
???: It did nothing but make me sick! He took my spot and stood where I was supposed to be.
Crack! Crack! The man crushes two more of the nuts with his bat.
???: To top it off as quickly as he rose to the top he was gone. He not even here to represent the islands. But maybe that’s a good thing for his sake. I wouldn’t want to cross paths with this guy either.
The man places the bat down and picks up the last coconut.
???: Turmoil I’m here for two things. Number 1 win the Turmoil Championship, and number 2 eclipse everything that Pato ever did.
The man proceeds to crush the last coconut between his two hands.
???: Turmoil, the name is Malu. You’ll learn how this relationship is going to work very soon.
Malu swings his head back moving his hair out of his face. He smirks at the camera as the scene fades.
Sophia vs. Madison Cox
Loki was furious. He’d been furious since Lution. His bones literally ached as the memory of his post match beat down washed over him. He couldn’t shake the memory. Regardless of his win, the lasting image people would have of him at his first Lution was that of him barely stiring on the ground.
He turned the corner and walked swiftly to Axton Bravo’s locker room. Things had been...tense between them since Loki had eliminated Axton to win the over the top rope match, but he didn’t need to do much talking, he was certain Axton would be on the same page.
He entered the locker room and found Axton doing push ups with his headphones on.
Loki walked over to him and placed his feet right in front of Axton’s face so that he would notice him. Axton didn’t miss a beat and instead kept going.
Axton: 88...89...90..91...91...Um….93?....94...95...96... 97..98...99...100. Axton pops up and smiles at Loki: My short statured, bro. How is the weather down there?
Loki didn’t respond, instead he stared intently at Axton.
Axton just keep smiling: Yes? Man of many languages, you have something you wish to ask of someone so vascular?
Loki continued to study Axton but did not speak.
Axton: Alright, I will speak for you.
Axton cleared his throat with cough before continuing: Oi, mistur muskles, co youz help me deels wit sum pale emo kaddidy wannabes?
Axton switches to his normal voice: Oh course, browski, I got your back!
Loki doesn’t smile but nods his head and walks away.
Axton: Chip chip cheerio!
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We really need to get him subtitles... But news just in, I've been informed that the scheduled Marvelous Movement tag team match will not be happening because apparently Black and Barker, we'll call them B'n'B for short, have decided they are being discriminated against. |
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I don't get it, they've been complaining about not being on shows, then B'n'B complain about being on shows? Less hand outs for those two in the future! |
Corey sat in a busted ass lawn chair next to his Sandman in the arena carpark. The tunes blaring throughout the carpark had passer-by's and arena security shooting dirty looks.
Little L stuck out the back of the Sandman, smoke drifted skywards when the doors had opened.
LL: Yo ninja how cool was that beat down of Leprechaun MacGregor?
Corey stopped what he was doing and turned to look at his new friend.
Corey: Huh? Yea man it was sick, pass us a grape Faygo.
Little L tossed a can towards Corey who caught it and cracked it open, taking a swig he stood up.
Corey: Did Vincent give us a number to call him on? And what about that farmer, you did give him the right address?
Little L's mouth dropped when he realised his mistake.
LL: I told him Terminal 5, shit bro didn't think we'd be at a new arena while renovations happened.
Corey laughed and pulled out his phone.
Corey: Dude that is hilarious, you got his number though right?
LL: Yea he did man. Hang on it's in here somewhere.
Ducking back into the Sandman some rummaging could be heard and Little L reappeared holding a crumpled piece of paper.
LL: He gave me this weird parchment. I think it's pig skin, he had a bunch of them in his glove box all tattooed with his number and that's it. Creepy huh?
Corey took the paper/pigskin and dialled the number.
BaaaRing..
BaaRing..
BaRing..
???: 'Ullo? Who dis n how y'all get dis number?
The very southern drawl was hard to understand but Corey figured it out.
Corey: G'day I'm Corey. Ah Corey Ford, you dropped my friend Lucas off the other day.
???: mmm, Little L. Yea I den ger drop 'I'm off. Da little fecker told me y'all be down T5, bin dern ere fer goin on a week now.
Corey: Sorry about that mang, Terminal 5 is getting an upgrade so we got moved for the week. I think we're six blocks away from T5.
???: Damned six blocks which way? Norf, Souf, left or right?
Corey: Yo LL, did we go North of T5 or what?
LL: North bro.
Corey: We went north dude from T5, you can't miss us when you get here. Keep an eye out for the fluro lime green and banana yellow two toned Sandman.
???: Gern git mah rig dern cleened n ready fer youse to crash in stead of ur car, I'll be round dem der parts in a few hours.
Corey: Awesome guy, just one last thing. You didn't tattoo your name onto these pig skin cards.
???: Yer dat der is "hog skin" hur hur hur. Y'all can call me Bubba and I'll be seeing y'all real soon hur hur hur.
The phone clicked dead and Corey smiled.
Corey: He'll be here in a few hours, something to do with a clean rod for us to put our heads on?? I dunno it was pretty gay sounding but hey I don't judge that behaviour.
LL: Now that you mention it, I thought I heard him say something about the rule of the road numerous times on my way here. I could also be mistaken but I thought I heard him unzip his pants a few times too.
Corey supressed a shudder and shook that thought from his head.
Corey: Any of that dank kush left? Let's have a compression session!!
The pair high fived and climbed into the back of the Sandman and closed the doors, moments later smoke streamed through the cracks before stopping completely as it sealed air tight. The music started up again louder this time much to the chagrin of passer-by's.
The scene takes place in the secret underground lair of the dynamic duo of the #Influence Marvelous Austin Lee and Classy Sid Harrison. Sid Harrison is sitting in the loveshack and Austin Lee is sitting just outside on the custom made attached bar of the loveshack. The two of them in the middle of a game of poker as Kassie is sitting at her desk with a “Marvelous Movement Headquarters” sign hanging above it as she is sipping on a smoothie
Sid Harrison: Did you make me one of those for everyone? I am thirsty.
Austin Lee: Your #Thirsty for other reasons. That’s why you always sit in a hot tub.
Sid Harrison: How many times we got to go over this brah, it's called the love shack.
Kassie: #Cheers Boys
Kassie comes walking in with the smoothie in custom #Marvelous and #Classy mugs.
Sid Harrison/Austin Lee: Thanks Kassie.
Since there is no front door to the secret underground lair after Bill Ding proceeded to destroy it months ago in his exit, B 17 comes walking in.
B-17: Alright guys?
Austin Lee: #B! You want us to deal you in?
Sid Harrison: Kassie go and make B-17 a smoothie will ya and we will deal you in?
B-17 raises his eyebrow and looks over at Kassie: ...A smoothie? What the hell, where is the beer?
Austin Lee: Um...we do it #healthy around here.
Sid Harrison: Did you bring your swimshorts? I have se extra ones for you if you don’t.
B-17: I ain’t wearing a damn thing that you’ve ever had on.
Austin Lee gives B-17 a #2Sweet: #Sorry tho bud but we didn’t build the bar big enough for two
B-17: This place kinda sucks...
Sid Harrison: come on B, you deserve a chance to soak and relax I’m sure your back is sore from carrying this place
B-17 reluctantly takes off his shirt and shoes, but leaves his jeans on, and puts them by the table near the love shack. B begins to question the decisions he has made in his life as he walks up the steps and joins Sid
B-17 takes a seat in the love shack. Sid Harrison cranks up the bubbles by using the buttons.
B-17: You slide over here and I will personally feed your manhood to one of the intake valves.
Austin Lee: I told you, I will never get in that thing. #No #No #No.
Kassie comes back carrying a floating card table placing it in the Love shack before joining Sid and B-17, sitting close to Austin who remains on the outside dealing the cards.
B-17: Oh, oh. Oh. You know the way to my heart. I don’t suppose you’ve got a cigar as well?
B-17 looks hopefully at Kassie who sadly shakes her head: Sorry, B….
B-17: Yeah, I got it. #healthy, tools.
Sid Harrison: We are playing “Austin is a jerk who takes advantage of me just learning how to play.”
Austin Lee: #Chill, Sid and yes it's Texas Hold Em..
B-17 navigates the bubbling water to bring the card table closer. He wipes his hands off on a towel and picks up the cards. He begins to expertly shuffle the deck, cutting it in fluid motions. The familiar click of the cards relaxes him. Money is already laid out on the table. Three piles of chips stand distinctly apart from the rest. One is significantly smaller than the rest, assuming it is Sid’s he turns the card table accordingly: Open buy-in?
Sid looks at Austin uncertainly. Austin nods and Sid responds: Yes.
B-17 grins mischievously. He looks over at Kassie and nods: And, what about you? How dangerous are you? He notices she has the biggest stack at the table. Something he doesn’t take lightly.
Kassie: I can hold my own.
B-17: Austin, hand me my wallet. Austin complies and B-17 puts $100 into the money pile and pulls away some chips.
All three hot tubers throw in a blind and B-17 deals out. 2H7C.
Austin Lee: How is Ashley doing, B? I figured you would be visiting her instead of us.
Kassie: When do I get to meet this young lady who can make B Chill?
B-17 checks and then turns over the Flop after it checks around. 3C KS 5S.
B-17: I knew that would become a thing, why did I allow you to say that?
Sid Harrison: Better question how come every time you two go to the bar you don’t invite the master of the shack?
Austin Lee: That would require you to actually leave the Love Shack.
Sid Harrison: Trust me if there is a will there is way. The love shack can’t be controlled you can only hope to contain it.
B-17: I likely don’t invite you due to the bar needing to maintain a certain level of reputation... B-17 calls a bet by Kassie while Sid quickly abandons the game.
B-17 shows the turn. AH.
Sid: That hurts, B. But I promise to be on my best behavior, how about next week?
Kassie: Next week will be #Perfect. I will make all the arrangements, it’s been awhile since Austin and I have been out with another couple. Seeing how someone only has #quotation friends for one night at a time.
Kassie throws in another bet. B-17 looks on suspiciously. He has nothing, and he knows it. He is just drawing for a 4 now. But, to save face he calls.
Sid Harrison: Hey some of them just couldn’t handle the master of the shack help #Bae #Bae. I will see you though. Let’s make it a triple date next week and I will find myself a nice girl to escort me and the shack.
Kassie laughs at the thought of Sid actually finding himself a good girl. Austin and B-17 both sigh shaking their heads.
The flop brings no help to B-17 and he watches in dismay as Kassie throws another bet over him. She has a slight smile on her face, obviously a cunning girl. B-17 admits defeat and mucks his hand: Fine, next week.
Dennis Black vs Joe Zhivago Jr.
A worn out Joe, Dennis, and Madison turn as The X-tron flickers on!
The X-tron gives the view of a shakey cam often used in low budget horror movies. The camera focused on an old “Jazz Club” with a broken neon sign, seen once before on OCW Television. Two voices spoke as the camera slightly shook.
Person one: This is going to be great.
Person two: Heeeere we go!
The camera turned toward the sound of an approaching motorcycle. Only days removed from the Wrestlelution screw job, the scowl still remained on Ed’s face.
Ed blew smoke in camera’s direction before asking if everything was set.
Person two: All set.
Ed: Let's get this show on the road.
The camera followed Ed into the empty bar. The man behind the counter looked up and said the business wasn't open yet.
Ed: Oh but we have business to discuss. Just need some of your time.
Ed tosses the man behind the counter a wad of cash. The man catches it and gives Ed a curious look as several similarly dressed bikers enter the bar.
Ed: I'm buying this place.
Johnny: Says who?
Ed took a seat at the bar as one of the bikers locked the small club from the inside.
Ed: no idea who I am, huh?
Johnny: Not a damn clue. We’re closed.
He tosses the cash back to Ed, and it bounces off his chest. Johnny looks to the camera and asks what it is for.
Ed: I'm a friend of Joe’s.
Johnny: That so? How's the kid doing?
Ed: He's gonna be crapping his pants real soon.
Suddenly four bikers hop the counter and rush Johnny. He resists and even gets in a few hits before being held down against the bar. Ed stands and looks to camera while putting on a pair of studded gloves.
Ed: You stuck your nose where it didn't belong. I'm not a man with very much patience for men that want to be a hero.
Johnny struggled under the strength of the four bikers. Ed looked over his shoulder and smirked at the older man before returning his attention to the camera.
Ed: You can breath…
Ed: You can scream...
Ed: You can cry….
Ed leans in so his face was taking up the entire X-tron.
Ed: But don't blink, Joe. You need to see that your actions have consequences.
Ed turns his back to the camera and walks toward Johnny who was still pinned down. He cracks his knuckles before raising his fist.
Back inside the arena, an executive from Rush TV quickly runs out on stage and signals for the feed to be stopped, right before the first blow is landed.
Joe’s face was a mixture of tortured emotions as he quickly slides out of the ring and runs up the ramp, holding his ribs. Dennis and Madison share a worried look as the scene ends.
As the music dies down, the boos take its place. Jackson walks around the ring in a circle, stroking his beard and soaking in the hate. The fans are not happy with the man they see before them holding the Turmoil Championship. After a few minutes, Jackson motions for a mic, getting one quickly from the time keeper. He looks out to the crowd and brings the mic up to his mouth.
Jackson Montgomery: Here's JACKSON! Boos, once again, come down on Jackson like a heavy thunderstorm. Now, now. I know you don't like what you see, but here's the thing. I DON’T CARE! I did exactly what I said I was going to do and that was leave Wrestlution holding this championship.
Jackson pats the title resting on his shoulder.
Jackson Montgomery: This is why I do this. This is why I take your heroes and beat them into dust. Jimmy Henry, B-17, Aries, Jacob Trance. These men all fell at my feet on my way to the top. Last Sunday at Wrestlution was just the beginning. My first title defense ended with a victory. Get used to see that.
As you can see, I'm not dressed for competition tonight. This is a well deserved and well earned night off for me but I couldn't just let this night pass by! We've got a new arena for Turmoil and I just know you sniffling monkeys couldn't wait to see me in this ring, representing the brand and showing everyone that I am the one true champion.
Now B-17. My buddy, my pal...my brother. I did what had to be done last Sunday. I couldn't let you or anyone else think I would take it easy on you because of our past. If anything, that only made your beating worse. Take this beating and think on it. Run back to Ashley and have her patch you up because if, no WHEN, we cross paths again, I want you to be at your best. The top of your game! So everyone can see that no matter what, Jackson can always ground the B-17!
"6 a.m. Christmas morning. No shadows, No reflections here. Lying cheek to cheek In your cold embrace." Kassidy comes out but no false title in hand, just a microphone and a smirk. A few cheers can be heard but surprisingly no one is booing, a mostly silent arena as Kassidy makes his way down the ramp;
Kassidy: I guess everyone is already tired of booing Jackson to boo yours truly.
The Crowd chuckles,
Kassidy: Jackson, Turmoil Champion, now see that still doesn’t sit with me because Wrestlution 10 was yet another triple threat in which I was not pinned. No you pinned B-17, who earlier in that match was going to cowardly let you pin me but continuously saved you from being pinned by me and I have a theory about why.
Crowd: What! What! What! What! What! What!
Kassidy: B-17 was fine with letting you pin me because B-17 is by far the biggest hypocrite on the roster and didn’t want another match with me, He wanted a match he could win, He wanted a one on one match with the man who “rode his coattails to success” and that he believes would be a easy win for his first Championship. B-17 didn’t want to face the true king of this brand, the man who already beat you one on one, ME!
The Crowd is a mixture of boos and B-17 chants, Kassidy slides into the ring under the bottom rope and stands in front of Jackson,
Kassidy: There are the familiar boos but this time I think you are all out of line, I’m the good guy here, I tried to give you what you wanted. I continuously tried and had this man ”Kassidy points at Jackson” pinned, dead to rights. Without your “Hero” I’d be Turmoil Heavyweight Champion and you’d all be getting B-17 Vs Kassidy III for the Championship. On the other hand B-17 and Jackson just wanted to pin one another for more than just their disintegrated friendship and disdain for one another, they went to pin each other because they knew nothing they did to me would keep me down for the count. Jackson figured that out when he tried to pin me while watching B-17 stand by, from that point on, it was keep Kass out of the decision match.
Kassidy: Isn’t that right Jackson? Na na na, don’t even try to answer that, everyone knows it is true so now how about Jackson Vs Kassidy for the strap one more time?
“Ragnarok section: One more match, one more match, one more match”
Kassidy: Then the rest of you B-17 fans can get the match...
The night continues at Terminal 5 and we join Dennis in his dressing room with Madison Cox. Dennis has gotten changed out of his ring attire, now sporting his usual street apparel. The OCW TV Title remains sprawled out on a bench, glinting in the light as Dennis finishes sorting out his hair.
Madison paces around the room while rubbing the bridge of her nose with her left hand.
Madison: As worried as I am for that old man, it ‘does’ eliminate two targets on our backs. Joe and Ed could keep each other busy for weeks. Maybe months. Maybe they'll injure each other and -
Dennis quickly looks over his shoulder at Madison.
Dennis: Seriously, Madison?
Madison: Okay I was less serious about the injury. But you have to admit, Ed being a psycho eliminates two men hunting what's ours.
Madison motions to the title on the bench.
Madison: I'll take any advantage I can get that keeps the three of us together.
Dennis: I guess…
Madison picks up the table and stands beside Dennis in front of the mirror in their dressing room. She draped the title over her shoulder.
Madison: We are in the clear. A few weeks without a upcoming defense looming over our heads will do us some good. Maybe a vacation is in order!
Dennis: A vacation?
Madison: Well yea, things cool down after the biggest show of the year. Sure...OCW has a new owner, so we need to keep our heads down and not get anyone’s attention until this thing blows over.
At that, there’s a knocking on the door. The pair freeze, taking a look at one another, neither expecting a visitor. It comes again, three sharp strikes upon the door.
Trance: Is there anyone home? I mean… I know you’re home, your car is still out back… I was wondering if you’ve seen Aries around at all? If you haven’t I actually have something I want to talk to you about…
Jacob knocks again.
Trance: Dennis?
He goes to knock once more and the door is pulled open, causing him to brush his knuckles against Madison as she quickly rushes to the door, the title still over her shoulder.
Madison: What about Aries?!
Jacob blinks.
Trance: I was looking for him… But… Where are my manners?
Jacob offers his hand to Madison, giving her a genuine smile.
Trance: Congratulations, champ.
Madison and Trance share an awkward handshake.
Madison: Did he ask about me?!
Dennis: ...Seriously?
Madison: You could do with some friends, Dennis.
Dennis: He can’t see his feet!
Jacob scratches the side of his face in thought.
Trance: I think he may have mentioned you, actually, yeah.
Madison squealed happily before dragging Trance inside the dressing room. She kicked the door closed with her heel.
Madison: Thirsty? How is your head holding up? Great match at Lution by the way!
Still squeezing Trance’s arm, she looks to Dennis.
Madison: A former OCW Champion came to visit us! Isn’t that wonderful?
Dennis: ...Sure.
Trance raises his free hand to rub at his stitches.
Trance: I suppose I’m fine, I’m not dead or anything… Oh! Dennis… Congrats to you too.
Another awkward handshake is offered to the Television Champion. Dennis shakes Trance’s hand while eyeing him.
Dennis: So what can we do for you?
Trance: Well… Actually… I wanted to ask you for a match sometime soon, but don’t worry, not for the title, I haven’t really won a match in a long time so I don’t think people would take too kindly for that… I was also hoping that if you saw Aries you’d let me know.
Dennis: Why me? If you haven’t won in a while then perhaps I’m not your best choice.
Madison gave Dennis a ‘what the hell?’ look.
Dennis: Ah...with all due respect, of course.
Jacob chuckles and slips his arm away from Madison's clutches giving her a wink of thanks.
Trance: I’m glad you agree, I see a lot of me in you… We could tear the house down, show people just how much Black matches matter. Black-Trance matches.
Madison walks over to Dennis and the two turn their backs to Jacob. They talk among themselves for a few minutes before turning to face Trance.
Madison: Tell you what. You use your celebrity and status around here to get us in the main event or co-main event...you’ve got yourself a deal. We already know the outcome, but that doesn’t mean we’ll take it easy on you either.
Trance laughs, shaking his head.
Trance: Celebrity status huh? I like that… And sure kid, just make sure you don’t land on your head trying some of your flippy floppy gymnastic wrestling… I’ve seen the videos on Madison’s YouTube account.
Madison: Fantastic! Wait right there, and smile.
Madison turns her back to Dennis and Trance before lifting her phone high for a selfie. She holds up two fingers, making a peace sign.
Madison: Now smile and say that the match is on!
Dennis: ...I don’t smile.
Trance gives a thumbs up.
Trance: Match on!
The flash goes off causing the scene to fade.
Scene opening up backstage as Irving is preparing for his match. His headphones on as he bouncing on his toes shaking his arms out as he rolls his neck. Pacing back and forth as he continues to shake his arms out stretching them before he begins practicing his takedowns. Working on his outside double leg before switching to his outside sweep and finally ending with few single leg takedowns.
Irving remains down on the ground leaning forward as he places his head on the ground and rises to his feet in a tripod. Moving side to side before he flips over landing on her feet, stretching his arms out over his head now as in walks Stacy Clark. Clark standing silently as she doesn’t want to disturb Irvings pre match ritual. Irving finally acknowledges Stacy Clark nodding at her as he pulls his headphones down and returns to his feet.
Stacy Clark: Tonight marks for your first official match back and it’s against the former number 1 contender B-17 in the main event of what we are being told will be a new Era here for Turmoil.
Irving: Yea see what happens when you start to expose how things work here. They have no other choice but give the matches with the boys they try to protect from me. As they fear what I will do to them. Just like I did to Jackson I will do the same to this boy, throw him all over that ring and not a damn thing he can do about it.
Irving: Yall can deny it all you want that he isn’t the favorite to poster boy for Turmoil, regardless of what happen at Wrestlution 10, he is yalls boy. Management wants him to come out here tonight and attempt to whoop up on me , which just isn’t going to happen. I mean hell look at me.
Irving: B-17 just can’t match up to this, sure he isn’t as pathetic looking as that fat boy Aries, but Bingo isn’t nothing more then a showcase guy.
Stacy Clark: Speaking of Aries, there was rumors going around backstage that it was suppose to be Irving vs Aries at the wrestlution pre show.
Irving: of course yall wanted me on the pre show, that’s how this place works. Because I don’t play the games like the rest of these boys, going to take me…. The highest paid wrestler of all time, the man who brought Turmoil to OCW, the true bad guy in OCW, and the black spot on all the glorious history of this company.
Stacy Clark: What about Aries though?
Irving: What about him?
Stacy Clark: Seems to be your avoiding Aries…
Irving: Only reason I would be avoiding him is to avoid touching his greasy skin as I throw him all around the ring. But you know what? How about next week we take the fattest wrestler in the world and the True Bad Guy in professional wrestling and lets see who is left standing.
Irving: We can call it a win win situation, I get to whoop that fat boy and yall get to do what you do best and profit off me!
We join Turmoil in the backstage area, a stairwell to be exact. A glum figure sits, holding a piece of paper in his hands. The forlorn gentleman is hall of famer, Aries and the paper appears to be an 8x10 glossy taken moments after defeating Mayhem for the OCW title.
He is visibly upset and doesn't even look up at the sound of approaching footsteps. With a bag slung over his shoulder, Jacob Trance walks into camera shot.
Trance: There you are…
No response.
Trance: I've been looking all over for you, is this where you've been?
Still no response.
Trance: Aries?
Aries finally replies, not taking his eyes off of the photograph.
Aries: Why didn't you tell me?
Trance: Huh?
Aries: Why didn't you tell me, Jacob?
Trance: Tell you what?
Aries looks up, sorrow and pain swimming in his eyes.
Aries: That I'm…
He looks down.
Trance: That you're what?
Aries sniffs and rubs at his nose, snot being inhaled and swallowed.
Aries: I'm fat!
Jacob sighs and sits down, putting a hand on Aries’ shoulder.
Trance: Do you remember that time at the gym where I got you on those scales?
Aries sniffles.
Aries: Yeah…
Trance: And it was beeping at you?
Aries: Yeah…
Jacob shrugs.
Trance: It might have…
Aries cuts him off.
Aries: I thought it was congratulating on me on my incredible gains!
Jacob shakes his head.
Trance: It was actually setting off an alarm because it thought there was two of you on the scales.
Aries blinks.
Aries: Oh…
Trance: Yeah.
An awkward silence descends upon the pair. Aries stares at his long term friend, hoping for an answer.
Aries: People didn’t talk about me behind my back, did they?
Trance stares off into the distance, almost mesmerized by the running order.
Trance: Yes, all the time… But in our defence behind your back was quite a large area, on account of you being fat… I’m sorry. That came out terribly. You’ve been my longest running friend, both here, life and in that company that we are contractually bound not to mention, unless we want Jay to anally impregnate us with an aids ridden squirrel hedgehog and that really isn’t worth the never ending agony…
Aries looks back at his 8x10, chewing on his lip, trying to conjure up words into a verbal incantation.
Aries: Never ending agony… That’s how this is… You’re looking at me remembering how I was, trapped inside a celulite cage. Laughing, joking about how my suffering, and why? Because you just happened to have it a little bit better? Because you didn’t have to deal with the likes of Seth f*beep*ing Irving clinging to your nuts, sh*beep*ing on you at every god damned turn?
Jacob looks down at the ground as Aries temper flares and he makes a noise akin to a bull. Trance flicks his attention up to see his friend going limp.
Trance: Aries? Aries!
Trance goes to shake Aries then comes to his senses and quickly begins yelling for help.
Trance: Someone bring that ambulance from the parking lot round! Come on!
Jacob begins waving and yelling at road crew who depart as Aries seems to be coming round, his eyes flutter open but close again.
Trance: Stephen, come on damn it! You’re better than this!
Paramedics arrive and try to usher Trance away but he swipes the helping hand sidewards.
Trance: Don’t touch me, I’m coming with him.
Paramedic 1: Okay, okay, just… Stand back so we can get him into the rig.
With effort the two men manage to get Aries inside, Trance goes to step in and pauses, looking back as if giving a thought to his match.
Trance: F*beep* it.
He steps inside and slams the door shut, the lights and sirens start up and the ambulance pulls out of Terminal 5 as the scene fades.
MAIN EVENT
Seth Irving vs. B-17