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We return to the calamitous birthday party, on the donkey are about six or seven attempts, the punch bowl is practically empty and Trance is cheering on the DJ as he draws nearer and nearer to the correct tail placement.

Trance:
You’ve got it man, you’ve got it!

At the last minute the DJ trips over his own feet and collides head first with the wall, Jacob heads over and nudges him carefully.


Trance:
Are you okay man?

There’s no response, and it’s clear the DJ has knocked himself unconscious. Hastily, Jacob takes out his cell phone and makes an emergency call.


Trance:
Yes, I need an ambulance… Suspected head trauma...Terminal 5, yes the OCW arena. Thanks, I’ll be waiting.

Camly now, Jacob puts the stricken DJ into the recovery position and heads back to a table, lifting the punch bowl, drinking it straight from the glass dish as the scene fades out again.

 

 

The camera pans to the announce team.

 

Well I think that DJ is as good as dead Randy.

I think someone needs to tell Trance that we are in Birmingham, Alabama. That man's life is at stake.

 

Cameras take us inside a sandwich shop not too far away from Terminal 5, where Bill Ding can be seen making his way inside. As the cameras get closer, we hear Bill humming and scatting to himself.

Bill Ding:
Shoo be doop , bow bow bowww….. bippity boop- Wow what a menu!

Bill scans the giant board above the counter and reads down the whole list of possible sandwiches, deli meats, cheeses, and toppings.


Bill Ding:
“The Porker Nevins”- Honey ham, Swiss cheese, lettuce, tomato, pickle, and a generous heap of sauerkraut.’ …. Sauerkraut? Blechh!

Bill looks to the cashier: Dude, a heap of sauerkraut on a sandwich? Who came up with that?

Sandwich guy Gaetano: Haven't you ever smelled Porker after a long hot day?

Bill Ding: Hmmm….. Haven't met the dude yet but good point.

He continues reading down the list of specialty sandwiches.

Bill Ding:
“The Truth Siren”- A spicy concoction consisting of hot genoa salami, provolone cheese, chipotle mayo, and a special blend of banana and habanero pepper for that ‘no sell’ palate. Served on toasted Old Country Way white bread.’ Hmm, interesting…. Mildly delicious.. What else?

Bill Ding continues reading: “The Madison”- Tuna fish and lettuce on pita- A very basic sandwich for the basic appetite.’

Bill Ding: Blech, that sounds just about as disgusting as her personality!

As The Ding continues reading, he notices something written in giant letters: “THE HOAGIE CHALLENGE- FINISH OFF AN ENTIRE FOOT LONG SANDWICH COMPLETE WITH YOUR CHOICE OF 5 MEATS, 5 CHEESES, 5 TOPPINGS WITHIN 60 MINUTES AND GET YOUR PICTURE AND NAME ON OUR WINNERS BOARD AS WELL AS THE SANDWICH NAMED AFTER YOU!

Bill Ding: Woah! Guy! Is this so??

Sandwich guy Gaetano: Why yessir. (He peers at Bill through his spectacles) And judging by a man of your…‘portly’ stature, and I'm betting appetite… you probably got a shot there, son.

Bill Ding: Well then…(slamming his $20 Bill down on the counter) COUNT ME IN, DADDEH!

Bill Ding: Gimme the honey ham, smoked turkey, salami, pastrami, and roast beef, with American, provolone, Swiss, cheddar, and pepper jack.

Sandwich guy Gaetano: Alrighty, you got it son. What about toppings?

Bill Ding: Do you have… chicken salad???

 

The camera pans to the announce team.

I don't know about you Tom but Bill Ding always makes me hungry.

A chicken sandwich does sound good right about now.

Next up, Kassidy Hayes is in action as he fights Mr Stinky.

Last time these men fought, Kass came up short. Will Kass make a statement tonight or will Bray show the world why he is a force not to be reckoned with?

 

 


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The camera pans to the announce team.

 

I wasn't expecting that to happen.

I love Turmoil.

 

 

The camera opens up on something that resembles a swanky country club. A large, white building is surrounded by a pool and tennis courts, but there isn't a person to be seen.

 

The camera man walks through the outdoor area and approaches the large doors to the mansion, pulling on a rope that activates the doorbell. After a few moments, one of the doors swings open, Jakub De'Relic standing inside, dressed in a white three piece suit with a golden trim.

Jakub De'Relic:
Welcome...welcome to the Palace of the Pure.

De'Relic steps aside, allowing the cameraman entry inside, before swinging the door closed shut behind him. The camera now shows us an enormous atrium. Tables are covered with fine decor, the walls ripe with paintings. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, lighting the entire room. De'Relic steps back into the camera's view.

Jakub De'Relic:
This is not the promise land, but it is a life of comfort. This building...is a place that rewards us for our service...that said, I do frequent these halls on my own, most of the time. The reason I brought you here...is to show you the process of finding purity.

De'Relic walks towards a door at the end of one of the hallways, and upon opening it, walks through and down a staircase. Reaching the basement, the cameraman looks around, the basement not nearly as fancy as the upper level.

 

The walls are made of red cement blocks, the floor simply dry earth, and the light coming solely from torches on the walls.

 

The camera turns towards the sound of running water, and immediately shows Matt Mercer sitting cross legged over a metal grid, shirtless and wearing nothing but black cargo pants, seemingly in a trance under an intense waterfall running out of a large pipe hammering over his head and shoulders. Upon closer inspection, his skin can be seen taking a light shade of blue where the frigid water hits him.

 

Turning in the other direction, Jason Williams can be seen face planting on the ground, again wearing nothing but cargo pants, arms wide in front of him while on his knees, facing towards an elaborately decorated altar, muttering something incoherently. De'Relic steps back into view.

Jakub De'Relic:
This is the home of the impure. This is where they fight their inner demons, where they search for the light that has been lost in their lives. This is where I come to train them, to guide them towards righteousness. Is it extreme? Perhaps...but I force no hand in the search for purity...and one can't argue with something that brings results...

De'Relic steps to the side as Nate Dunn now steps in frame, also wearing a white suit to match De'Relic's.

Nate Dunn
: This is where it started. The path to my purity. Something only Jakub De'Relic could help me find... My impure mind has been cleansed by this amazing man in this wonderful palace. As you already saw, my brothers are on the path to purity as well, theirs equally as trying as mine. He shall cleanse them too.

 

Nate Dunn: When I took my first MMA loss, I turned to alcoholism, and I thought it was the end for me, but then De'Relic saved me. He brought me here and after so, so long...I stand before you all a new man... And tonight, we are not live at Turmoil.

 

Nate Dunn: We are, instead, here....to that we may continue our crusade against the Gentlemen's Club spiritually and mentally. The journey to enlightenment. The journey to purity. And if you think that we look dangerous now, you haven't seen anything that compares to the power of a pure Rogue Convoy...

Jakub De'Relic: Jack...last week, we brought our fight into the OCW ring, and you were hits by the first plague of the Convoy. Much as the Almighty Father sent Moses to warn Ramses in Egypt, so now I send you my warning...

 

Jakub De'Relic: Don't fight it...allow your soul to be put down so that it may finally find peace...because the lifestyle that you are leading your entire...cult...into...is one of sin that there is no return from... Jack, as the mighty Archangel Michael slayed Lucifer, so I will slay you...

At this point, Mercer and Williams both stand and walk to the camera to join De'Relic and Dunn, menacingly backing the two as they begin to grin into the camera, before it fades to black.

 

The camera pans to the announce team.

 

These boys mean business Randy.

I am not a fan of cults. They are kinda scary.

 

 

***Cameras go backstage to a private lockerroom where we see the newly crowned OCW Womens Champion, Sophia, with the OCW Womens Championship laid across a bench next to her, and Willow sitting on a bench already in mid conversation. Standing in front of the two, leaning back against a small row of lockers with her arms crossed over her chest, and a slightly annoyed look on her face, is Casey Paine. We move in closer and start to pick up on the conversation the 3 women are having.***

Willow-
"So you have no idea who they are?"

Sophia- "Nope. Im absolutely clueless. But, then again, as many times as Ive been attacked over the past few months by masked people,...it could be anyone."

***Willow looks down at the floor and slowly begins to nod her head in agreement.***


Willow-
"Something just doesnt add up though. I mean why did they attack you? And then me and Case? There was no purpose in it. They didnt say or do anything afterwards. They just came out, attacked us for no reason...laughed at us,...then left."

Sophia- "I know, right? Doesnt make any sense. Sugar Skull isnt even an active wrestler. Shes just a manager so its not like she could even hold the Womens Championship anyways."

***At the mention of the Womens Championship, we notice Casey cut her eyes towards Sophia and faintly, almost unnoticeably, roll her eyes. Sophia doesnt notice this, as she then looks up towards Casey.***

Sophia-
"What do you think, Casey? Any ideas or opinions? Youve been doing this for a lot longer than Willow or I. Whats your take on all of this?"

***Casey takes a deep breathe and lets out a long sigh.***


Casey-
"I have no idea, hun. All I know is that I ate a powerbomb...and still feeling it,...for absolutely no reason at all. Probably over something that didnt even concern me."

***Willow looks up towards Casey with a look of shock and disbelief as if she couldnt believe what Casey had just said. Sophias head drops down into her hands on her knees as if embarrassed and feeling guilty at what had happened.***

Sophia-
"Casey, Im sorry that happened. But thank you for coming back to the ring and trying to help. I am sorry."

***Again Casey rolls her eyes. Willow notices it this time and just looks at Casey in disbelief.***


Casey-
"Look. I told you months ago, with you carrying the Turmoil Womens Championship,...or the..."

***Again Casey looks down at the OCW Womens Championship. Casey bites her lip and slightly shakes her head before continuing.***

Casey-
"...OCW Womens Championship,...you gotta watch your back. You just never know who might try to take it from you."

***Sophia raises her head and nods in agreement.***


Sophia-
"Yeah. I just...."

***Before Sophia can finish, Casey interrupts her, turning her attention towards Willow.***

Casey-
"And if...someone,...cant beat you for it,...well,...Im sure there is someone out there who can."

***Casey turns her attention back to Sophia and slowly starts to smirk.***


Casey-
"And will."

***Casey then pushes herself off the lockers and starts to walk by the 2 women sitting on the bench. As she walks by, she reaches down as she passes the Womens Championship, running her fingers across the Title.***

Casey-
"You be sure to hold on tight to this, hun. And you 2 kids try to watch each others backs tonite and not get into any trouble while Im gone. Ive gotta match I need to go get ready for."

***As Casey begins to walk away she softly laughs to herself. As we begin to fade, we see Sophia and Willow looking at each other with confused looks on their faces as Willow shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.***

 

 

The camera pans to the announce team.

 

I hope we don't get attacked by the skull kids Randy.

It's ok Tom. Turmoil is the home of Big ED and as long as we have him here. We are safe. No wheelchair will hold that man down forever.

 

 

Versus non-chalantly strolls past security guards, singing Biggie verses...spittin bars man. Security, wrestlers stopping in their tracks, confused about why he would be there. Vs pays no mind and continues smoking on his vaporizer.

Versus: YES!!

He makes a B line to the catering table.


Versus: Ohhhhh look at this!!! Chicken cutlet, spaghetti with garlic bread, oh, my God, the wings to go with the breast, I don't know what you are but I'm gonna f'n eat you too. This place is awesome...not so much the arena...but this catering table is fantastic!

Versus looks around for the mayo. He sees a very large gentleman wearing fancy trousers generously slathering mayo on a very unhealthy looking sandwich. Versus shrugs his shoulders and squeezes a few bottles of water in his backpack before rolling out, making his way to his next destination.

 

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