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The light heavyweight match between El Segura and Charles Young has ended and the camera pans out showing ꝀȺꙅꙅٱↁɏ backstage watching the match. 

ꝀȺꙅꙅٱↁɏ: Շђٱꙅ ٱꙅ эאȺↄʇɭʎ ฝђʎ ʇђэʎ ᴎээↁ ʇѻ Ǥٱ۷э ٱᴎʇѻ ๓ʎ ↁэ๓Ⱥᴎↁꙅ Ⱥᴎↁ ᴙэꙅٱǤᴎ ʇђэ Бэꙅʇ ɭٱǤht ЂэȺ۷ʎฝэٱǤђٱʇ ʇȺɭэᴎʇ ʇђэʎ ђȺↁ. Ǥѻʇ ʇђэꙅэ ꙅѻᴙᴙʎ ꙅȺↄꝁꙅ ٱᴎ ʇђэ ᴙٱᴎǤ qцʇʇٱᴎǤ ʇђэ ςᴙѻฝↁ ʇѻ ꙅɭээq Ⱥᴎↁ ʇฝѻ ѻlↁ ๓эᴎ, ฝђѻ ↁѻᴎ,ʇ ↁэꙅэᴙ۷э ʇѻ ђѻןↁ ๓ʎ ѻʇђэᴙ ʇٱʇɭэ ٱ ᴎэ۷эᴙ ɭѻꙅʇ, ٱᴎ Ⱥ Бɭѻѻↁ ɟэцↁ Ⱥʇ ʇђэ ʇѻp ѻɟ ʇђэ dٱ۷ٱꙅٱѻn⁏ Շђэʎ ςȺᴎ,ʇ Ⱥɟɟѻᴙↁ ʇѻ ɭѻꙅэ Ⱥᴎʎ Бɭѻѻↁ’ ʇђэʎ,ɭɭ ﻝцꙅʇ Бэ ↁцꙅʇ ٱɟ ʇђэʎ ↁѻ.
(Trash Class: This is exactly why they need to give into my demands and resign the Best Light Heavyweight talent they had. Got these sorry sacks in the ring putting the crowd to sleep and two old men, who don’t deserve to hold my other title I never lost, in a blood feud at the top of the division; They can’t afford to lose any blood, they’ll just be dust if they do.)

Kassidy shakes his head and leaves Dennis’ locker room,

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We fade into a seedy nightclub. Neon lights are flashing everywhere, the people are going nuts, and the music is going UNCE UNCE UNCE. The camera pans over to Drago and Mugen, who are near the bar. 

Mugen:
 LOOK AT ALL THIS POSITIVE ENERGY! FIST PUMP DRAGO!

Drago holds his hands up against his ears.

Drago:
 I'M NEVER THINK POSITIVE ENERGY COULD BE SO LOUD!

Mugen: ISN'T IT GREAT?!?!?!

Mugen starts flailing his arms around to the beat. Drago raises an eyebrow.

Drago:
 Want drink?

Mugen: NO THANKS!

Drago turns to the bartender.

Drago:
 Two water.

The bartender grabs two glasses and pours some water in them.....along with a pill in each of them that dissolves instantly. The bartender hands the glasses to Drago with a smile on his face. Drago motions to Mugen.

Drago:
 Gonna look around for bit.

Mugen nods as Drago walks away with the glasses of water. He walks through the crowd, narrowly avoiding dropping the glasses. He keeps walking until he bumps into Dragana and Molly. Molly is dancing along with the rest of the crowd while Dragana is just bobbing her head. Drago offers the glasses of water to both of them. Dragana takes a glass and immediately drinks it while Molly politely declines. Drago shrugs as he walks away. He tries to walk away from the crowd to find a secluded corner, but he is pulled back in by a pair of women who...admire him. 

Woman #1:
 Oh my GAWD, it's that Drago guy!

Woman #2: Come on in and join the party!

Drago: Not much for dancing. Want water?

Drago offers the glass of water to them, but they shove it to the ground and Drago finds himself surrounded by a large crowd of people. Seeing no way out of this, Drago stands ready to show off his dance moves. Meanwhile, we see that Dragana has completely lost her mind, as she has taken a pair of glowsticks and is doing nothing but swinging them around and around, all while randomly screaming. Eventually, she gets to the point where she falls onto the ground and starts spinning around. From a distance, we see Molly struggling to get Mugen's attention as she points to Dragana. We transition back to Drago, performing many a dance move such as The Cabbage Patch, The Typewriter, and of course, The Worm. Drago wins the crowd, and some of them lift him up and enable him to crowd surf. 

LATER....

We fade into Drago's jeep at the parking lot, where we see him looking rather pleased, multiple lipstick marks are on his face. However, his sister doesn't seem to be doing quite as well, being frozen in position at the passenger's seat. Drago puts his seat belt on and notices her condition. 

Drago:
 Shet.

Dragana just stares into nothingness with a tear coming down her face. Drago waves his hand in front of her face and she doesn't respond. He then takes it upon himself to immediately put the car in drive and speed off into the night.

 

 

The camera pans to the announce team.

There is so much happening tonight.

They didn't call it Mega Turmoil for nothing!

 

The scene starts off with Ginger standing in the center of the ring, he raised the mic he was holding and crowd grew silent.

Ginger: 
Ladies, Gentlemen and children welcome to Tea time with me your host Ginger. Tonight I interview Vincent Winters on his shock loss to up and coming rookie Christian Shepard. So without further ado my guest.

Ginger gestured to the top of the ramp as the lights started flashing. 

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The crowd began booing as the clowns circled Ginger.

Ginger: Ah this was meant to be an interview with your boss, yet here you two bozos stand. Please explain.

Corey: Well you see Gingey, Vincent doesn't have to come out here. We on the other hand would love to answer whatever questions you have.

LL: Yea and don't worry we don't have Bubba with us tonight so you're safe.

Ginger: Ok well then firstly, you and you're stable tend to go after the youngblood of Turmoil what is that about? Can you not handle someone say the likes of Austin Lee or Hall Of Famer Jacob Trance?

Little L went to attack Ginger but Corey held him back.

Corey: Ease up turbo, he's not worth our energy he's a f**ken intern. 

Corey turned back to Ginger.

Corey: We can hold our own with anyone, even wierd wannabe interviewers.

Little L grabbed Ginger by the suit jacket and primped it, before straightening his tie.

LL: Yea you wouldn't want to end up unconcious during your own segment now would you.

The clowns closed in on the now shaking Ginger, as they grabbed him the lights started flashing and they turned to the ramp as the xtron flaired to life.

The crowd started to cheer but they didn't know whose theme was begining to play.

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Corey and Little L started to chuck a tantrum as they were interuppted.

Seb: Still up to your old tricks I see.

Little L went to speak.

Seb: Shut the f**k up I'm not done yet. Now if the pair of you would be so kind as to piss off that would be great.

Again Little L went to speak but in doing so took a step forward and Seb struck, his elbow thudded across L's jaw and the clown went down in a crumpled heap. 

Corey looked at his fallen friend then to Seb, before settling back on L. The arena lights flashed out before turning back on, the clowns were gone leaving only Ginger and Seb in the center of the ring.

Seb: You may be wondering, Why is he here? Didn't he get fired? Yada yada. Well it's true I'm not meant to be here but I have this.

He held up a ticket and a backstage pass.

Seb: So why am I here? It's simple. I want Gentleman Jack.

He began pacing the ring the rage emanating from him caused Ginger to cower in the corner.

Seb: Jack! I know you're back there friend, you wanna come out here so we can throwdown?

The camera panned to the top of the ramp waiting to see if Jack would show up. 

Seb: I'm guessing you're busy in your office playing connect the dots with the herpe sores on a hookers arsehole, so I'll come to you.

He dropped the mic and climbed out of the ring just as a team of security arrived lynching Seb and dragging him out from ringside and up the ramp towards the back. The camera flashed to Ginger who had regained his composure.

Ginger: Well that was something, next time we'll be speaking with the fans. I've been Ginger and this was an unpleasant Tea time. Over to you Tom and Randy.

The camera panned yet again to the announce team as the scene ended....

The camera pans to the announce team.

These two have a lot to prove.

But only one can do it tonight.

 





It's a Match!
Shepherd vs Austin Lee

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The camera pans to the announce team.

Um he got that across.

That was to close to call most of the way.

 

The scene opens up in what appears to be a construction site in the midst of the city. The cameras take us inside a small stone building where all types of tools, parts, and materials are scattered about. We see a figure gleaming as he stands by a workbench, and as the cameras get closer we see that it's Bill Ding.

Ding:
 Ladies and gentleman of the OC-DUBYA universe, daddehs and babehdolls of the CITAY…. I wanna let you all know how much I appreciate ‘cha. 

Ding: Holdin’ these two titles, the North American AND the Hardcore Championship belts. Two belts with a lotta history, held by some of OCW’s most powerful daddehs. 

Ding: And now with a final win ovah Tobane Frost… they been unified.

Ding: ...but… not OFFICIALLY unified!! 

Ding: You see daddehs, i got a special treat for ya! 

Ding: Ya see heeeyah, mah name is Bill Ding as y'all know. Bill Ding, The Buildah! I still love to use mah heavy duty powah tools just as much as I love to use my heavy hittin’ fists to send tha naysayahs scurryin’! 

Ding dons his welding mask and pulls it over his face. He picks up a blowtorch and turns it on, creating a blast noise and sending sparks flying. 

Ding: 
And now heeyah we are, the Turmoil SUPAHSHOW! Fallin’ right on the week of our beautiful nation’s birthday… what better excuse to make some fireworks by sendin’ some spahks a-FLYIN’!!

Ding: YAAAS DADDEHS! You know what it iiiiis!! It is tiiime to OFFICIALLY unify these belts, the BILL DING WAY. With mah mighty tools, we gonna combiiiine these two belts to introduce Turmoil’s newest official title… 

Ding: The INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!!! We stahted with the city, and now we goin’ WORLDWIIIIIDE, BABEHH! 

Ding: Besides… ya can't spell ‘welding’ without the ‘Ding’!

Ding: Now stand back, folks! It's time to make some magic!!

Ding turns his back to the cameras as he and his trusty welding torch make loud blasting noises. Sparks fly everywhere and the flame from the torch sets the room aglow. We can see and hear Ding hammering away as he welds the two former belts together. He reaches into the pouch of his toolbelt and pulls out a pinch of hustle particle, which he sprinkles on the belt, to put that final touch of respek on it. Ding turns off the torch and adjusts his welding gloves so that he can safely handle the piping hot final project. 

Ding: 
She’s beeeeeeeautiful! Brings a tear to mah eye. 

Ding turns around with the belt in his hands to show the cameras. The lighting bounces off the surface of the metal, giving it extra shine and shimmer. 

Ding: 
Here you have it, folks! Brand spankin’ new like a newborn babe.

Ding: Now let's get goin’, little belt of mine. We got a date with the governah toniiight.

Scene ends.

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