Madison stood in the center of the ring, feeling rather proud of herself for putting the video together. The audience boos loudly and she pays it no mind. For she had what mattered most to her, the Television Championship over her shoulder. Inside the ring with her was the infamous baseball bat from Savage Lands used in the Television Title match. It was in a glass case.
Madison: Their struggle is one of the greatest love stories i’ve ever seen...until now.
Madison: New York. Terminal Five...fans of Turmoil. I've got a confession to make.
She beamed.
Madison: It wasn't until Sunday night that I realized what true love was. Love makes you do crazy things. To defend the things you love, you can easily find yourself doing the unthinkable.
Madison: This Sunday night as I watched Dennis defend against Trance, struggling...doing what ever it took to keep what was ours, I came to the realization that Dennis and I...are in love.
The audience, especially the women, replied with “awwwwwwww!” In unison.
Madison: With the Television Title! And winning! God, I love winning! Did you see that bat crack Trance right in the back?! It was orgasmic! I got a little damp now just thinking about it.
The audience returned to the usual booing of the blonde, but started to cheer at the sound of Kassidy’s theme. Still in street clothes, Kassidy strolled onto the stage with a mic in hand.
Kassidy: I'm not sure what's more nauseating. The trio of you, Dennis, and your imaginary friend...or B-17, Jackson, and his imaginary friend. You all need to be put away.
The audience laughed, which annoyed Madison even more.
Kassidy: You love winning. Fantastic. Unfortunately, there won't be any of that tonight against me. Turmoil’s rightful Champion. Hell, after I beat Dennis, I just might have a rightful claim at both belts.
Kassidy’s grin made Madison uncomfortable.
Madison: T-this is my celebration! Go away!
Kassidy: Your celebration? What exactly did you do? Where is the Champ anyway?
Madison: Resting.
Kassidy: I see. Well I hope he rests up Good and well. Dennis doesn't have Jackson’s luck. This night belongs to the Death Dealer. This won't be a night of celebration for either of you.
With only a few moments on stage, Kassidy rained on Madison's parade. Kassidy’s music hit once more, and he returned backstage. In the center of the ring, Madison looked worried as the scene cut to a commercial break.
Scene opens with Nightmare, Ericka and Cactus all walking through security at the back door. This is Cactus first time to visit Turmoil. Security nods and lets Nightmare and Ericka in, but abruptly stops Cactus in his tracks.
Security: I am sorry sir, but who are you?
Cactus Gauge: Cactus. Cactus Gauge baby. I am with the fat freak and his S&M manager.
Nightmare and Ericka continues walking to towards their locker room.
Cactus Gauge: Nightmare. Come on man! Don’t be that way.
Security: I am sorry sir, but I can’t let you in.
Cactus Gauge: What? Come on man. This some bulllll…
Ericka comes around the corner.
Ericka Sands: He’s with us, unfortunately.
Security nods.
Cactus Gauge: Maybe you should worry more about cars being vandalized and bikes being blown up, rather than Cactus Gauge baby. Nah, I am just messing man. Youuuu Knowwwww!
As Cactus walks in he gives the security guard a hive five and a slap on the ass as he walks through.
Cactus Gauge: You’ll learn what I am all about soon enough, son.
As Cactus walks in the backstage area, Ericka and Nightmare are nowhere to be found. The whole roster seemed to be walking around, preparing for the night's show. Cactus felt like a little kid, seeing all of his new favorites, hanging out backstage.
Cactus catches Bill Ding hanging out at the snack table - fresh sandwich in hand.
Cactus Gauge: Meat Tits - great match last week! Nightmare is still pissed off about it.
Bill Ding: Thanks dude!! …..Who are you?
Cactus keeps walking through and finds Dennis Black and Madison.
Cactus Gauge: Dennis, motha-f(bleep)in’ Black. What it do baby!
Dennis and Madison turn, confusingly, to look at this new guy in the backstage area.
Cactus Gauge: ...and the beautiful Madison. Keep that lip clean baby girl - you bad.
Cactus winks and Dennis as he keeps walking.
Cactus Gauge: Lucky man you are, sir.
Cactus then see’s Ashley Blaine coming out of an office. Ashley immediately notices this new guy and is wondering why the hell he’s back stage. Cactus just nods and keeps walking.
Cactus Gauge: Boss.
Cactus finally finds the locker room as he searches for his unique crew which he arrived with. Coming out of the locker room was Dustin White. The same Dustin White who Cactus had dreamed of fighting the other day in the gym.
Cactus Gauge: This dude!
Dustin White: Excuse me?
Cactus Gauge: Aint enough excuses in the world, homeslice.
Dustin White: What? Wait, do I know you?
Cactus Gauge: Dey-la-vue. We’ve already had this conversation.
Dustin White: Dey-la what?
Cactus Gauge: Dey-la-vue man. Get an ed-u-macation. Now let’s finish what we started!
Dustin White: I am really lost and I don’t have time to mess with you.
Cactus Gauge: Don’t have time for what, an ass whoppin?
Dustin White: You think you’re worthy to step in the ring with me? Do you even work here?
Cactus Gauge: Worth is in the eye of the beholder. You give me the shot and I’ll take it every time. By the time you step out of the ring with me, you’ll find out that I am just that damn important.
Dustin White: You’re a confusing dude, but it’s not up to me to give out matches. Now get out of my way, white trailer park trash.
Dustin storms away to prepare for his night at Turmoil.
Cactus Gauge: I aint grow up in no trailer. Dick.
As Cactus goes to enter the locker room, he now has a look of determination on his face.
Cactus Gauge: I gotta get me that match. OCW needs me. I am just that damn important.
The scene opens backstage in the lobby where Sophia has arrived with her bags, wearing her 'Queen of Turmoil' crop top, fitted jeans, and boots. She is headed to the locker room to watch her colleague’s matches for the night, when the cameraman and OCW’s Stacy Clark hurriedly stop her.
Stacy Clark: Sophia! Sophia! Can we get a quick word with you?
Sophia nods, stopping to put down her bags to oblige the camera.
Stacy Clark: Last week at Savage Lands, the world watched as you were viciously attacked by two masked assailants. How are you feeling tonight?
Sophia smirks: I'm feeling great, thank you for asking. Still a little banged up but you know what? If we all remember correctly, I have been no stranger to random assault. Pain, Madison Cox, Alex Robinson… I've been the target of quite a few attacks. The difference is time. I bounce back quicker every time. I've been training hard each and every day, and I am prospering because of it.
Stacy Clark: That's very good to hear. Any idea who they may be? Any words you'd like to say to them?
Sophia looks sternly into the camera: Oh hell yes. Not sure ‘who’ they were but I do know ‘what’. Listen up. What you did- coming out like that, in masks no less, was cowardly. If you have something you wanna say to me, - if you're half the woman I am- you'd come say what you need to say, to my face, up close and personal- no masks needed.
Sophia: Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get my things settled. There’s a certain lovely someone debuting tonight and I don’t want to miss it.
Sophia picks up her bags and turns to leave. Stacy looks back into the camera.
Stacy Clark: A bold statement by the ‘Queen of Turmoil’ herself. Stay tuned- More action up next.
The scene opens up outside of the Manhatten center for brain injuries. A white Audi TTS turns into the complex slowly rolling through the parking lot as it searches for a parking spot. The driver flooring it as it sees the last available spot, just making it before another car is able to turn in. The doors to the Audi opening slowly as Sid Harrison steps out from the driver side and Kassie steps out from the passenger side.
Kassie runs around the front inspecting the car for any damage as Sid admires his excellent parking skills, even though he has stolen a reserved parking spot for one of the doctors. Kassie sighing as she heads for the front door as Sid follows along behind her, slipping his sunglasses on and brushing his mustache as they walk in.
Kassie and Sid making their way through the medical center, not waiting for a doctor to escort them as they have been to the facility multiple times in the past. Pausing in front of a window as they look out at a gym floor as a wheelchair basketball game is being played. #Austin Lee bringing the ball up the court rolling by the other defenders hitting a 3 from deep as he yells kobe!
Kassie putting her hand over her mouth in shock as she Austin condition as become worse. Sid slamming his fist into the window out of frustration as the Doctor comes walking up behind them. Placing his hand on Kassie shoulder which causes Sid to respond by knocking the doctors hand off of her.
Doctor: sorry I was just trying to calm her down.
Sid Harrison: Calm? You want us to be calm that’s our friend in there who is in a wheel chair because of useless thugs beat him with a chair…
Sid pulling kassie into his arms as he does his best to console her. The doctor looking at Sid confused about his last statement.
Doctor: umm You’re here to see Austin right?
Kassie: #Austin to you…
Kassie looks back through the window at #Austin Lee continues to dominate the others flying by the slower people in his wheelchair.
Sid Harrison: Give it to us straight doc is he ever going to be able to walk again?
The doctor finally looks through the window as he sighs as he sees Austin in a wheelchair.
Doctor: oh god… he is fine, the nurses told me he found that earlier didn't know he still had it.
The group looking back at Austin has he grabs a rebound kicking the others away as he jumps out of the wheelchair to dunk then sits back down to continue the game.
Sid and Kassie both look on In shock by Austin actions.
Kassie: #I am going to …..
Sid Harrison: it’s a miracle thank you baby jesus for giving my friend his strength back. I owe you one big guy upstairs
Kassie slaps Sid on the back of his head to get his attention.
Doctor: We aren’t out of the woods yet. He seems to have suffer a lot of damage from his last concussion the nurses are telling me he actually believes he needs to use that chair…. And I feel like the best option for us to prevent further damage to his mental state is to just go along with him.
To be continued next week...
Cactus’ entrance music is played and the non-employee takes to the ring. A few people in the audience recognize who he is, but most - do not.
Al Poling: I am, umm, I am not sure who this is. This isn’t on the schedule, so I am a little confused on who this is.
Charles Scaggs: I know who this is. This is the Archangel - Cactus Gauge. He used to wrestle in another company. I guess he’s here now? I am guessing we will find out here in a moment.
Cactus had taken a mic from the back and pulls it out of his back pocket and taps it a few times. A handful of people who recognized who Cactus was had tried to start a “Ca-ctus” “Gaaaauge” chant, but it was failing miserably since most did not know him.
Cactus Gauge: What it do Turmoil!
The crowd is mostly reluctantly responded to the unknown character in the center of their ring. A scattering of boo’s were hurled his way.
Cactus Gauge: I have nothing but respect for the rest of the schedule and wrestlers who are coming up next. I don’t plan on being out here long, but I am taking advantage of this one opportunity that I have.
A ‘what!?!?’ chat had even started up from the rowdy crowd.
Cactus Gauge: For those who don’t know who I am, my name is Cactus Gauge - the archangel, Cactus Gauge. Straight from the 504, I am here because you people are just that damn important.
Cactus Gauge: It’s because of people like you, people who work hard and spend your hard earned money to allow the men and women in that locker room to come out here and entertain you. You’re that important to me, to that locker room and to this company. Without you, half of that locker room would be locked up or on welfare.
Half of the audience is now intrigued while the other half is still utterly confused.
Cactus Gauge: I’ve been watching Turmoil for weeks and you are the very best crowds around. You people rock and you deserve better. You deserve the best characters, the best matches and the best entertainment that your money can buy. I am here to save you from some of the pathetic crap that’s rolling out of that locker room. Pathetic crap like Dustin White.
This seemed to excite most of the crowd, who was unimpressed by the rookie Dustin White from a few weeks ago.
Cactus Gauge: Ashley, I know you seen me back there earlier tonight. I know you know who I am. And I know there’s a reason that you have pull back in that locker room. You guys know talent when you see it.
The crowd boos at the mention of Ashley’s name. Chant’s of ‘Asshole - Asshole- Asshole began to spark up.
Cactus Gauge: With all due respect, give me what I deserve, give me what these people deserve, make a business decision and let me have my match against Dustin White.
Cactus Gauge: If I win then let me earn my way here in the OCW - it will just be a start. I’ll clean toilets on Unleashed to earn my stripes, all I am asking for is a chance.
‘Asshole - Asshole - Asshole’ continues to echo over Cactus’ proposal.
Cactus Gauge: And if I lose. Well, if I lose Ashley, I’ll be your personal assistant for as long as it takes to earn another shot around here. This is my destiny. This is my opportunity. I’ve see real sacrifice, I’ve seen real pain, I’ve experienced real hurt - and I’ll persevere until I get my shot. So take the chance that has made you who you and give me a shot.
Cactus Gauge: Because…. I am just that damn important.
Cactus holds the mic up to the crowd for one last motivational push from the crowd as he exits the ring and walks back to the locker room.
Willow vs. La Reina
Scene opens up in the backstage area of Turmoil. The hustle and bustle of pre-show preparations are taking place and people are coming and going everywhere. Camera walks through to find an empty craft service table in a kitchen area. Food and drink has already been spread from end to end as the talent has raided the table during their prep time. Nightmare and Ericka Sands then enter the room. With Nightmare taking post at the door, Ericka begins searching for something. A badly wrapped, half-eaten sandwich is on the table and it’s labeled ‘BD’, is lying on the corner of the table. Ericka grabs the sandwich and opens it up.
Ericka Sands: This will work perfectly.
Ericka takes out a small vial of powder and sprinkles the substance on the inside of the bread.
Ericka Sands: Today, Bill, we find out if you’re as lucky as you were in your match with us last week.
Ericka Sands: Today, you pay.
Ericka places the sandwich back and walks out of the room with Nightmare.
Corey Ford sat on the tailgate of his Sandman, he was having a conversation on the phone.
Corey: Nan, I didn't see you after the last Turmoil. Were you here?
Some murmuring could be heard on the other end.
Corey: Oh I see, so you'll be at the next show maybe?
Murmur murmur inquisitive murmur.
Corey: Well ok then, Nan. Thanks for the new jacket, I'll probably wear it next time we make an appearance.
Happy murmur.
Corey: Good to hear from you too nan, hopefully see you soon.
Questioning murmur.
Corey: Nan I can't promise that... Maybe just maybe I can get you an autograph from either Dennis Black or Jackson Montgomery perhaps. But I'm not going to help you meet Loki bloody McGregor.
Corey hung up the phone and muttered: Besides he won't be around for a while...
He jumped off the tailgate and looked up to see Little L coming back with a slab of Faygo under his arm.
Little L: Yo ninja, they were out of grape so I got Moon Mist and Rock & rye that cool?
Corey: That's cool dog, Nan says hello and that she might come to a show soon.
LL: Really? Nice, I'm in with a sho-Ouch!
Corey punched Little L in the arm and just looked at him before laughing.
Corey: You're good bro.
LL: Hey man ease up on the punches ha ha.
The pair cracked some cans and started drinking, then the music started up and the passer-by's started the dirty looks.
The music hits loud, that familiar sound of the man who’s been away OCW for a solid month. The crowd roars with boos as moments pass with no one stepping through the curtain. The tension is building to a fever pitch! Just then the big man steps slowly from the curtain to the boos of the crowd. Except this time it isn't the usual Tank. He isn't swearing at them, no waving them on. He simply ducks his head down and walks down to the ring.
As he enters, he's handed a mic. The big man looks around the crowd with shame in his eyes, letting them getting their boos in as he brings the mic to his lips.
Tank: I get it... I deserve it... All of it... But let me tell you all a story. Started about three or so months a go. A brand new rookie is given an opportunity of a lifetime. A chance to seize their own destiny..... A shot at the Turmoil Championship, which I took after hard fought battles with Kassidy Hayes and Jimmy Henry.
As Jimmy’s name is mentioned, the crowd starts shouting, "It's your fault! It's your fault! It's your fault!". Tank grimaces at these chants, shaking his head a bit.
Tank: When I became champion, I was promised a lot... Daryl Bradley... For all those strings he attached to me, he let me go about doing whatever I wanted. First it was just smokin' pot and drinkin'. Normal stuff. But after a few weeks I was hooked on cocaine... Then crack... Then heroin..... I was bad on the stuff for a good month.
Tank pulls the mic away from his mouth and looks down to the canvas, walking over the ropes, and running his fingers over them slowly.
Tank: It's amazing... How one little needle can take away something as big and as important to me as this ring, the chance to perform for all you, my chances of being great... For the last month I was checked into a rehab program. Been clean for 30 whole days even!
The crowd seems to be puzzled, but some start to cheer, I mean who wouldn't cheer over someone kicking their habits?
Tank: Thank you, thank you.... So I'm here today.... To tell all of you that I'm back, and this time I'm going to shine like the star I am around here!! I'm a new man, but the same beast! If anyone steps in this ring with me, then you all know.
The crowd chants "Win, Lose, Or Draw!!!"
Tank: You're catching a beatin'!!!!
Just then, the music of The Gentleman’s Club hits as Big Ed and Gentleman Jack appear from behind the curtain. Jack has a mic in hand and begins to tauntingly fake cry.
Jack: Waah! I can’t handle my heroin, waah! Good god Tank, you’re many things but I didn’t think a quitter was one of them. Ewwww I can’t do cocaine, waah I can’t drink without going Ted Kennedy on somebody. Waaah I’m an emotional cripple! Waah, waah, waaah!
Jack pauses as the crowd begins to furiously boo. Everyone loves redemption afterall.
Jack: Oh stuff it! Tank, you disappoint me. Sunday night at Savage Lands I said nobody in the locker room would piss on you if you were on fire. You think this is going to change that? At least when you were hammered you were interesting! But this? This is a joke right?
Jack: I mean c’mon Tank, a month? You expect us to believe you went from a little pot, to coke, to crack, to heroin in a month?! You must be high right now if you expect us to believe that! Of course this is an OCW audience, they’ll believe anything. Hell they still believe Riot is worth watching on a weekly basis.
More boos, these simpletons love them some Riot.
Jack: Spoiler alert, Versus does something funny, Kwan makes a fool of himself, and Paul Pugh keeps on being mediocre. There, I just saved you three hours next Tuesday night. But back to Tank!
Jack: You know, when I said nobody would piss on your burning corpse, I actually lied. I would have been honored to piss on you Tank. Big Ed here would have been honored as well. You were the prototype Tank! You paved the way for pieces of garbage like us to succeed on Turmoil! You’re a former champion for god sake! You literally knocked Jimmy Henry into next month. Tank, you were our idol man!
Tank can be seen in the ring shaking his head in regret.
Jack: And now look at you! Humbling yourself before these pathetic nobodies. Watching this is making me sick to my stomach. Have some self respect man! This is shameful!
Jack: Do you know what I did earlier today when I heard whispers you were lurking around backstage? I went out and got you a XXXL Gentleman’s Club t shirt. Tank, we were going to be something together! Between my charm, Ed’s freakish nature, and your mean streak, we would have been unstoppable!
More boos, the crowd doesn’t want to see Tank throw it all away for this prick.
Jack: Instead I get this. Some sad sack quitter that couldn’t handle a little dope. My sixty year old unlicensed attorney can hold his drugs better than you! I’ve seen girl scouts make better junkies than you. At least they have the courage to keep going! They didn’t quit at the first road bump! Hell no! What happened anyway? Run out of money and found out gay prostitution isn’t what it’s cracked up to be?
Jack can be seen becoming frustrated while Big Ed just keeps his eyes locked on Tank in the center of the ring.
Jack: C’mon Tank, let’s drop the bs here my man. We both know this is just a farce. We both know that deep down inside you’re still king of the bullies. C’mon man, let’s drop this little charade and just put on this beautiful, hand stitched, finely embroidered, Gentleman’s Club shirt. Just put it on, we’ll do a little bump, smack some kid in the audience, and go get loaded at the waffle house. How long has it been since you smoked rock in a waffle house parking lot? Unless you’re answer is, “I’m doing it right now!” then it's been too long.
The crowd pops for crack at the waffle house. You would too.
Jack: Think about it. Do you really want to go straight? What are you going to replace all those super fun substances with? What are you going to fill that emptiness with? God? Charity? Loving stable relationships? Ha! We both know none of that is going to happen for you! Nobody could love you!
The camera zooms in on a little girl a few rows up from ringside. She can be seen mouthing “I love you Tank”. How sweet!
Jack: What, do you think Make A Wish kids are calling to have you visit them? They’d rather the doctor just pull the plug. You scare people moron! You’re a monster! Act like it!
Jack: What’s your endgame? You think you and Little Jimmy Henry are going to become best friends and get a studio apartment together? You going to have milk and cookies with that overgrown man child named Dennis Black? You going to settle down with a nice lady, get a mortgage, have some kids, join the rotary club? HA!
Jack: Tank, we both know this is a joke. We both know you’re still the same prick that beat Jimmy within an inch of his life. I don’t know what con you’re trying to pull here, but it’s ridiculous and needs to stop right now. You don’t need it! All you need is me, the big man here, and some sweet, sweet, cambodian red. Hell I’ll even throw in a fourteen year old hermaphrodite from Laos just to sweeten the deal!
Well that certainly made the crowd uncomfortable.
Jack: You better take my deal pal. Because if you don’t… Well let’s just say my seven foot tall friend here would take it as an insult that you didn’t want to hang with us. Do you really want to insult this man?
Big Ed simply smiles and waves at Tank.
Jack: So I tell ya what. I’m going to give you a week to reconsider your recent change of heart. If you come out here next week and just put on the shirt, we’ll have no problems. But so help me, if you turn me down we will ruin you. By the time we’re through you’ll be praying to be blowing guys for crack. Praying for it! So think about it, but don’t make me wait.
Jack: Big man, you got anything to add?
Big Ed: Nah, I think we’re done here. Let’s go to the waffle house. See you next week champ.
Ed holds up his hand as Jack leaps up to deliver the high five. They both look back at Tank and smile.
Before the two leave Tank raises the mic to his mouth.
Tank: Why don’t you two just shut the hell up already…..
The crowd gives a little pop to Tank’s old catchphrase, the man in the ring now seething in anger.
Tank: First and foremost… Who in the blue hell are you two? I mean Ed… Yea I kinda know you. But you… Gentlemen Jack Off… You want to come out here and instead of joining me in the celebration of my sobriety, you want me to do more drugs? Ya know though… This is good. The doc says I need to stare at what I was in the mirror to see who I could become… If I paved the way, then you two should know this… Sober or not I am not the guy you want to be f**kin’ with.
Tank: So no, I’m not joining your club. You can take that shirt right there, have Sasquatch tie it in a noose, then have him hold you up til you’re blue in the face!!
The crowd pops, a little more enthusiasm this time than the last.
Tank: Matter of fact, well I ain’t had a fight in a while…. How about Bert and Ernie stop butt loving each other up there, and come on down to catch a beatin’?!?
Big Ed begins his slow, intentional march to the ring. Jack runs in front of him in an attempt to stop him. Ed is fuming, staring at Tank as Jack tries to calm the beast down. Finally Ed stops halfway down the ramp as Jack is pleading with him.
Jack: Not here, not tonight. We don’t need this. We fight on our terms, not his. Don’t worry though Tank, we’ll be seeing you real soon.
The two begin to walk back up the ramp, Tank standing in the ring smirking. As the two head backstage, the man left in the ring drops the mic and heads to the back, laughing as he does.
Cactus Gauge vs. Bill Ding
Sebastian Abbott wandered the backstage area of Terminal 5, Ginger the intern stumbled out of the locker room angry insults hurled after him as he slammed the door shut behind him.
Seb: Ginger! What's happening in there?
Abbott gestured to the locker room, causing Ginger to shudder.
Ginger: Uh that's interviewer/interviewee confidentiality.
Seb: Fair, fair.
Ginger: Well while I have you here can I ask you a few questions?
Seb nodded but craned his neck to hear what was being shouted in the locker room.
Ginger: Last week on Turmoil 125, you seemed to have been beat by Dennis Black only to have Vincent Winters appear and attack you. What are your thoughts on that?
Seb: Do you not see my face? I don't care about Winters or his batty boy clowns. I only care about what Dennis and Madison cherish the most.
Ginger: You definitely made that point clear at Savage Lands with that uncouth gentleman defecating into Dennis Black's shoes.
Seb: I told him to muddy their clothes not sh*t in shoes.
The intern shifted uneasily under Seb's gaze.
Ginger: Fair enough I guess... So with the ball in Dennis's court as you said. When are you challenging for the title?
Abbott smiled wickedly, his creepy new moustache caused Ginger to cringe.
Seb: I don't really have a time, Dennis might though... In the end however I will be taking "Gretchen"! Will that be all Ginger?
Ginger: Well no one more thing, tonight you face Jacob Trance. Anything to say about this?
Seb: Hmm, Mr Trance is a decent wrestler. However he lost at Savage Lands, what do I stand to gain from this match? Any self respecting man would just walk away.
???: The hell you talking about? I'm looking forward to beating some self respect into you tonight.
Ginger grinned as Seb turned to see Jacob Trance standing behind him.
Seb: Well speak of the devil, and it will be I who dishes out the beating. I hope you've had your tablespoon of cement.
Trance stood there a look of confusion on his face.
Jacob: The hell has cement got to do with anything?
Abbott went to stroke his moustache then realised it was gone and he snarled.
Seb: I'm going to enjoy tonight. See you out there, old man. Ha ha ha.
Trance shook his head in dismay as he watched Seb Abbott turn the corner and disappeared out of sight. Ginger seeing an opportunity piped up.
Ginger: You do know you'll beat right?
Jacob stared at the intern, then walked off leaving Ginger standing on his own. Ginger glances down as his pager goes off and looks up to find Trance has departed.
Ginger: He's not going to like this... I'll just stay here where it's safe.
The cameras catch up with Jacob Trance who has been stalled in front of his dressing room door, security guards all around it, some police caution tape has been thrown up over the handle, barring entry.
Security: Sir, I'm afraid you can't go in there.
Jacob points to the name on the door.
Trance: I can, that's my name.
Security: I'm afraid not sir, there's been reports of a suspicious package in the room.
Trance stares blankly.
Trance: What?
Security: Suspicious package, no one goes in or out.
Trance: I have a match, my gear is in there... Come on, what do you mean by suspicious package? Is Nathan Carter in the building or something?
The security guards shakes his head, re-affirming that no one is getting in.
Security: I wish it was that simple, but no one can get in. You'll unfortunately need to make do with what belongings you have. If we are forced to deal with the package you'll be advised if that situation arises.
Jacob groans and throws his hands up in the air.
Trance: Fine! Jesus... I guess I'll need to deal with other business first, like baseball bats and jokers.
Trance turns and begins to make his way towards the TV Champions dressing room, as he round the corner he bumps into Madison who, presumably, by accident, dumps hot coffee all down Jacobs shirt.
Madison: Heavens! I am... So sorry Jacob!
Trance winces in pain and quickly removes his t-shirt.
Trance: I'm sure you are, just like your boyfriend is sorry for smacking me in the back of the head with a baseball bat.
Madison: Whatever do you mean?
Trance: Cut the crap.
Madison rolls her eyes and doesn't respond. Jacob gives up, tossing his shirt to the ground and walks off, but not without a parting shot.
Trance: It's one for one, except I won without cheating.
Jacob leaves, and Madison looks down at the shirt, a wry smile on her face.
Madison: Looks like security bought it... Now whatever could I do with this...
She scoops up the shirt and heads back towards Dennis' dressing room as the scene fades.
Ace grabs a microphone and smiles at the crowd, in a manner similar to her brother but less terrifying.
Ace: May I just say, what an honor it is to finally be able to speak in front of a live OCW audience for the first time!
The crowd emits some small cheers. Maybe this new girl isn’t at all like her deranged brother.
Ace: And, my oh my, I can’t WAIT until I get to... Wait, wait a minute. Wait, I get it. You’re all waiting for Bray, right?
Boos smack Ace in the face as she changes her emotion from cheery into confusion, and eventually, anger.
Ace: See, it’s people like YOU that are the reason why people don’t like themselves! Look what you did to my brother! You drove him to the CRAZY SIDE!
Ace: I do my damn best to keep him in check and YOU, including the assholes in the back, don’t bat an eye at him when he’s- Ah, what the hell, let me just bring him out before the stock plummets some more!
Ace: Ladies and gentlemen, lower class citizens and stupid class citizens, allow me to introduce to you, the man who has carved a path in OCW by demolishing and taking his frustrations out on your loved ones, the rightful number one contender for the Turmoil World Heavyweight Championship, please welcome, the Broken Spirit of OCW, and my ever so loving asshole of a brother, BRAY... S... SPUR!
Upon his music dying down, Ace hands her microphone to Bray and gives him a side hug, hopefully to ease the sleeping angry giant that obviously lurks within him after his loss to Malu at Savage Lands.
Bray S. Spur: Savage Lands, a name fit for someone like me, was the place of reckoning for the Broken Spirit.
Bray S. Spur: It was the PPV that I had all the cards playing into my favor going into, all the momentum swinging my way. I had Malu at the palm of my hand... and then I lost.
The cheers do nothing to ease Bray’s mental status, especially when half the crowd begins to chant “You tapped out! You tapped out! You tapped out!” Ace grabs Bray’s hand as he takes a deep breath and continues.
Bray S. Spur: Allow me to break character for a second, if this is that kind of company, but Malu, count yourself lucky, because after you had me in that submission that sincerely looks like a homophobic position, I had half a mind to beat you over the head with my freind, Mr. Chair, over and over and over and over and over and over and OVER again.
Bray S. Spur: But then I realized something, I don’t have a mind. I don’t have a conscience. I don’t have a soul. I could send you and your whole family to the hospital and not given two craps otherwise.
Bray S. Spur: I don’t know how many of you know this, I don’t know how many of you care, but despite what you think of Ace and I, we alone make the locker room shiver with fear. We make idiots like Malu pick up their teeth and shove it to the tooth fairy when we’re done with him.
Bray S. Spur: Let me fill you in on a little secret, Malu. When you made me tap out at Savage Lands, I was pissed. I was angry. Hell, I almost got myself arrested for trying to track your flubby ass down after the match. After I calmed down, I talked to my sister, I realized something... You beating me doesn’t mean a damn thing in my eyes.
Bray S. Spur: Despite what occurred at Savage Lands, Malu, let me make something clear right here, and right now... you didn’t gain anything by defeating me. If anything, it just proves that anyone can get lucky at anytime, and any place. And it just happened to be at Savage Lands.
Bray S. Spur: Malu is not the number one contender. Seeing as, a little history lesson for you ingrates, the Turmoil before, I BEAT Malu, one-two-three, in the middle of this ring, this just shows that I’m more of a number-one contender for the Turmoil Heavyweight Championship than Batman v. Superman is meant to be a great movie.
A portion of the crowd boos immensely, obviously fans of the flick.
Bray S. Spur: All that matters is that the people who run this place aren’t idiots. They know I’m the rightful number one contender, not Malu. I don’t give a damn what match he won. I know it, and HE knows it, that I am the future of Turmoil and he is just a pathetic slob of a man who can’t bite off more than he can chew.
Bray S. Spur: Seeing as the future Turmoil Heavyweight Title match that we’re now getting seems like its going to suck ass, I want to let it be known, right here, and right now, despite what you think, Malu, I’m not out of the title picture yet! OH HELL NO! I’m just getting started you son of a bitch! And I won’t stop, I won’t breath, I won’t sleep, I won’t rest until I put you out of your misery and I go and take the Turmoil World Heavyweight Title from CM Puma....
Ace quickly whispers something in Bray’s ear, which takes him aback a bit.
Bray S. Spur: Jackson Montgomery? The hell kind of name is that? .... Shows I haven’t been paying attention.
Bray S. Spur: In the end, it doesn’t matter, because before 2016 is up, I guarantee to you, to Genital James, to Kassidy Kid, to Big Idiot, to Danny Blake, to EVERYONE... that I will become the Turmoil World... Heavyweight... Champion at any means possible! Get it!? Got it!? GOOD!
Bray chucks the mic to the outside of the ring as Ace starts clapping rapidly as Bray’s music hits. He glares to the entrance way and points to it, having his goal set in stone. He lowers his head and grins as the camera fades to black.
Joe Zhivago Jr. is shown backstage prepping for his match against Malu when Dustin White enters his locker room and starts attacking Joe. Dustin starts throwing chairs and bags at Joe and then picks Joe up and runs his head through one of the wooden lockers.
Dustin White: I mean no disrespect here Joey boy, but I'm here to make a statement. Ever since I've been here, all I've heard is "Dustin do this, Dustin change that,"
Dustin looks towards the camera man.
Dustin White: I don't need to change a damn thing about myself to prove I belong here! I came here to be the best, and if that means I have to take matters in my own hands then so be it. Tonight, Joe won't be able to walk down the ramp for his match against Malu or whatever his name is. So I guess that only leaves one person for the job.
Dustin winks at the camera.
Dustin White: Oh, and Joe...
As Dustin turns to face Joe...
Dustin White: You might wanna get that hole fixed.
Dustin is shown walking out of Joe's locker room laughing as the camera pans over to Joe laying on the ground beside the locker
Jacob Trance vs. Seb Abbott
Stacy Clark: Hello everyone and welcome to Turmoil. As you know, I am Stacy Clark and this…
The microphone is jerked away from Stacy’s hand from off camera. Stacy doesn’t even flinch. As much as she puts up with around OCW, she’s gotten used to things like this happening...among other things.
???: I’ll take it from here Sugar Tits.
Stacy just lowers her head and raises her arms in frustration. She shakes her head and walks away. The camera then moves to the left to see Jackson Montgomery hopping up on a stack of rolling crates used for the equipment around the ring. Even though he isn’t booked, you know Jackson will still be wherever Turmoil is because, mainly, he doesn’t really have a place to live… Head to toe, Jackson is wearing his aviator sunglasses (Inside! What an ass.), plain white t shirt, dark blue jeans and snakeskin boots. The Turmoil championship rests around his waist.
Jackson Montgomery: I’m still here! *The crowd boos.* I’m a bit more jovial than I was Sunday night before my match but for good reason. I’m STILL the Turmoil Heavyweight Champion! Just like I said I’d be! Kassidy Hayes put up a good fight but it just wasn’t enough. He was SOOOO close, but he couldn’t close. I’m the cream of the crop and I proved it, not that I needed to, to every one of you idiots sittings in those seats. I showed all these monkeys in OCW that Jackson Montgomery is for real. Jackson Montgomery doesn’t need this title, but the title sure as hell needs Jackson Montgomery. I’m the only one that has brought any prestige and consistency to it!
Jackson laughs under his breath and strokes his beard. Even though he’s in the back, the boos from the arena can be heard. Jackson switches the microphone to his other hand. He hops off the crates and straightens out his plain white t shirt.
Jackson Montgomery: Now, as you can see, I come before you wearing my B-17 t shirt to talk about someone else. Malu. This motherfunker apparently “came back” from where he was to make a new run. He quickly smashed a coconut, clicked and popped his way into a match with yours truly and LOST. He then goes on to lose against Kassiday Hayes and then to Bray Spur. Does he get fired for this awful losing streak? NO! Does he get put on probation for his pure disrespect to the ring? Of course not! Instead, they give this island version of Bill Ding a number one contender’s match at Savage Lands, which of course he wins. Now instead of facing Bray Spur or Big Ed, I’m facing Malu.
Jackson reaches up a grabs his glasses off his face and tosses them to the floor. He unbuckles the Turmoil Championship and throws it over his shoulder. Jackson runs his fingers through his hair then down to his beard before bringing the microphone back up to his mouth.
Jackson Montgomery: Look here buddy. I don’t who’s coconuts you had to play with to get into that match and I don’t know what voodoo, dark, island magic you had to perform to actually win the damn thing, but I do know this. You have ZERO chance of taking my spotlight and shining down on that oily skin and disgusting loin cloth. This is the era of Jackson Montgomery. This is the era of a dirty, down south, true AMERICAN, not the era of an overweight islander who gargles coconuts and uses his big fat ass as a weapon. Malu, you will lose and in the end, the title stays around my waist and in the hands of the best Turmoil has to offer.
Jackson drops the microphone on the floor and stares directly into the camera. Just before he walks away, he throws up the double birds and walks away.
Malu vs. Dustin White
Cameras show Bill Ding as he walks down the hallway holding his protruding gut.
Bill Ding: Ohh man… I got a rumbly in my tumbly… Where did I put that sandwich?
Bill searches through his pockets and comes up short of his emergency sandwich, with the exception of some pieces of lint, a pine cone, some nails, and an old Now and Later Cherry Chews wrapper that the A-Team had left behind.
Bill Ding remains calm and takes a moment to ponder and retrace his steps.
Bill Ding: Ok let's see…first I went to the bathroom, then I went and changed into another Ding-y shirt….oh yea! The kitchen.
He enters the kitchen area and scans the table with the impressively lavish spread. Bill immediately spots the tainted sandwich with his initials on it and excitedly dances his way over to it. He takes it and begins to unwrap it carefully, completely oblivious that it had just been tampered with moments ago by Nightmare and Ericka.
Bill Ding: Oh yessss…. Come to papa, you sexy, delectable treat, you.
Just as he is about to take a bite, he hears a female humming as she passes the kitchen area. Bill pauses and turns towards the noise to see who it is.
As the woman comes into view, Bill realizes it’s Turmoil’s ‘little’ Amber Fowler. Bill stands there in awe and just about forgets about the sandwich in his hand.
Bill Ding: Woah mama!! (He thinks to himself): Aren’t you just sweet and stacked like a delicious tower of pancakes!! Mmpff!
Bill Ding tosses the sandwich aside, and quickly leaves the kitchen to go admire Miss Fowler from afar.