ROSEMONT, IL
The Camera pans to ramp as an old nostalgic tune hits and the duo of Scaggs and Poling head down to the ring!! The packed crowd roars in excitement and begins to chant "OCW" OCW" "OCW"
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Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to The Clash! |
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What a show we have for you tonight! |
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Nearly every championship will be up for grabs! |
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The Road To Wrestlution begins TONIGHT! |
The show opens with a promotional video detailing the events of late December and all of January, leading up to The Clash. When the pyro display and cheers finally calm down, the audience is given a close up of Stacy Clark.
Stacy Clark: Ladies and Gentlemen, The Crown.
The audience in the Allstate center boos loudly at the X-Tron when the camera slowly zooms out and pans from from side to side as the collection of talent is revealed. Stacy immediately starts the interview off with Cort Marshall.
Cort: Ssssstacy! Who’s the man with the plan? Who are the gentlemen with the acumen? Who’s gonna leave this show as the tag team CHAMPIONS OF THE WOOOORLD!?
Stacy opens her mouth, but Cort interrupts before she can say anything.
Cort: It’s gonna be us, baby! Ed! Tell the people what’s gonna happen.
Stacy places the mic in front of Ed.
Ed: Never before has the Toyota Corolla been sh*t, son. Captain Crunching you slightly less as punch you when we enter in before 5 am going you slightly less hard, but still hard. I haven't seen so cheap to punch you have trained. From them are claws!
Cort nods in agreement.
Ed: But you don't believe you come in before has them are as useless as useless as you come in every form of scared chickens. Take a tour cheap to punch attack ships off the shoulder of Orion. I have trained. I wake up after in a cold sweat as Shamwows killed John Wayne.
Cort: Shamwows are a dangerous enemy to have, my friend. But Bad Company is even worse! The terrors of the tag team division are coming for those belts!
Seb lightly pushes Christian Shepherd toward to the mic. Madison shakes her head and pulls Shepherd away by tugging on the rookie’s ear.
Madison: He needs to earn his mic time. It’s his fault Dennis has to compete tonight!
Chants of ‘Let’s go CJ!’ started when it was Seb’s turn to speak. The Television Champion ignored the cheers of his opponent, for the most part.
Seb: So you fancy this blood nut to beat yours truly? Puhlease! He couldn’t even beat a bloody cold.
The crowd booed louder at the TV champion.
Seb: AND TONIGHT!!
The crowd stopped for a moment.
Seb: And tonight I will show all of you that me winning this belt at Chill Faktor was no fluke!
When it was time for the World Champion to speak, the group was surprised to hear ‘welcome back’ chants. Stacy hesitated before approaching Dennis Black. She took a deep breath before speaking.
Stacy: It has been well documented what the Allstate arena and the fans here mean to you. You’ve had some big matches in this arena. You even made your debut in this arena. What’s it like to make your return here?
Dennis: Well, Stacy. The arena that I’m in does not matter. Nor does the atmosphere created by the fans. I’m the EX factor no matter what arena I’m in, regardless of who my opponent is.
The scene briefly shifts to fans in the Allstate arena aiming their displeasure toward the X-Tron.
Dennis: Becoming a wrestler is something we all aspired to do while growing up as fans while watching a young Nate Ortiz and Tiberius Dupree. Being a great Champion is every wrestler’s dream. Being a Champion that legends are made of? That is ‘my’ destiny, Stacy. I will take my destiny over the dreams of anyone.
Dennis: Kennedy.
Dennis: Gandhi.
Dennis: King.
Dennis: Stacy, what do they all have in common? They were all great men. Great leaders, visionaries. Taken out for not accepting the status quo. Taken out...for trying to bring about much needed change.
Dennis: Change for all of us, not just a select few. When I think about the change that i’ve brought to not only Turmoil, but OCW as well, I see myself in the same vein as these men.
Dennis: Danny Boyd is only hours away from learning I am like those great men in many ways, but vastly different from them in the most important category. I cannot...and will not be snuffed out before my work is completed.
Dennis: For I am he who pulls the trigger.
With several pats on the back from his newfound allies, Dennis Black steps aside to let Madison speak. The Allstate arena was almost brought to the ground with thunderous jeers from the OCW Universe.
Stacy Clark: With everything that this group has put both Riot and Turmoil through since last Summer, is there any guilt at all? There have been some needless casualties along the way to get your point across.
Madison raises her brow.
Madison: We’ve had negative press, which is expected when you aren’t kissing the ass of a bad owner. We are not in agreement with the current landscape of this company, Stacy. Nor are we sheep. Honestly...is it so wrong to be disgruntled? The Crown has been the backbone of this company for two years now.
Madison: Imagine a wrestling company without nepotism. Imagine a company where everyone had to earn their place. A place where the hardest of workers were elevated. A place where the lazy remained at the bottom.
Madison: That is what we are fighting for, Stacy.
Madison: Annexation…
Madison: We wish to create a wrestling Utopia under the guidance of The Royal Family. That is what Turmoil will become when our work is done. But... I am far from naive.
Rome was not built in a day. So we are going to take our time to ensure this dream becomes a reality. Tonight, we focus on the present.
Madison: Dennis Black retains the Turmoil Heavyweight Championship and The Crown finally gets a competent referee in a match with the Tag Team Champions. Now if you’ll excuse us, The Television Champion needs to put a ginger is his place.
Madison and company walk by Stacy, heading toward the curtain. Cort stays behind and waits for Stacy to lower the mic. Cort whispers “He’s Black?”
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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Confidence is key! |
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And they have it in Spades! |
Capo is standing before a packed Roadhouse crowd with a drink in hand. He is addressing all of the people who have come out to support his event.
Capo: Ladies and gentlemen, I just want to thank all of youse’ for coming out and supporting myself and Roadhouse. It feels good to be around family and friends. So it's only right that we start the toasts and pay homage to the forefathers who made all of this possible!
As Capo’s friends, family and fans start to applaud, several beautiful waitresses in scantily clad outfits start to swarm the crowd with bottles of Rose. Capo raises his glass in the air at the crowd!
Capo: To the Genovese Family who made the trip especially those from Flo-ree-da and Minnesota!! Salud!!
Crowd applauds fill the bar…..
Capo: To the Underdogs!! Salud!
Crowd gets louder with cheers..
Capo: To a Drama filled 2018…
Capo: We hope you enjoy the night, everything is on me. There is a full bar and a mobile bar circling around. The buffet is coming, we got meatballs, lasagne, mootzarella(mozzarella) sticks, salad, garlic bread, prosciutto, linguine in cabaera sauce and several other foods. So please eat drink and enjoy the Dramaless Clash party.
Crowd laughter and applauds as Capo exits to a back room.
Once out of the limelight, Capo walks into the kitchen and starts giving orders.
Capo to the Cook: Aye you, wise guy, stir the fuggin sauce...I told you, very low heat and let it simmer, this is sauce not bacon. If I have to tell you again im gonna crack your head open like a sunflower seed!!
Cook: Yes Boss, I got you!
Capo: Ladies, keep your makeup and hair fresh, and the glasses out there full. Get all of the guys drunk out of their minds. Make sure they know that there are card tables lined up in the back area, and outside in the alleyway---- the poker and crap games are going on.
Capo: Keep them all happy and liquored up. I want them spending hand over fist at the tables and throwing tips at the strippers when they arrive. Nobody without a Red Ticket can enter into the Champagne room. This is where the hookers will be working.
The waitresses start to smile and acknowledge Capo’s stature and magnificent physique that compliments his bensonhurst baritone. It turns them on...
Capo: To everybody in ears reach, dont f*** this up!! Lay off the drinks and booze and get to the money!! My uncles from down south and midwest are here to collect. Don't embarrass me or you will end up missing in a missing van!!
Capo mumbles to himself while pouring out his drink…
Capo: No drinking until I get a belt…
Scene closes….
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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MANJA!!!! |
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That's racist Charles! |
CJ O'Donell vs Sebastion Abbott *C*
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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Pillar to post! |
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Indeed! |
A locker room door with the letters TTT is being slowly pushed open to reveal a lavish and luxurious private locker room for only the Big Ballers of TTT.
The flooring is a dark bamboo wood with each row perfectly off center to the next, the walls are covered with three by three marble tiles that are aligned in straight rows with a grout line of exactly one inch in between each tile both vertical and horizontal of each other.
There are two patent pending Steel body pop up lockers set up exactly 5 feet apart with two Queen 5015 luxury Italian bench upholstered in white leather back to back in the center of the room.
Kassidy marvels at the rooms perfection before placing his bag into the pop up locker with his name on it. Kass noticed the branding is TTTOLMC,
Kassidy: Father truly needs to stop sharing products with his useless friend.
Kassidy pulls out his attire for the evening and hangs it on the bar within the pop up locker on a custom metal luxury suit hangers that protects Kass’ attire from losing its fit with full contour that mimics his shoulder's natural stance and a felted trouser bar does not crease his tights.
Kassidy: The new attire for a new Era of Championship defenses. It is all White so it is All Right.
FloJo: well x3 it's the trailer trash trademark champ. Shitting up the locker room once again. Cheryl and her harem would fit right in. What's this bullshi-
Kassidy quickly turns around to see FloJo walking into the locker room, looking around at is luxuriousness.
Kassidy: Excuse me, I don’t want to be apart of any Hashtag Me too situations here so please, get out.
FloJo: You know what? Fuck yo couch dummy!
FloJo with a scowl on her face front teep kicks one of the Queen benches, pushing it away from the other before turning around and leaving, slamming the door behind her.
Kass scrambles to align the benches but in frantically pushing the bench back he moved the other; Kass goes back and forth trying to center the two before bursting in a fit of rage.
Kassidy opens the door to the locker room and proceeds to throw both benches out of the room. Kass now sits on the floor in front of his locker,
Kassidy: Ruined, the night is RUINED.
FloJo: lemme hear ya: Reeeeeeeeee
Kassidy: I hope you lose tonight! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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Oh for the love of god JUST MOVE THE BENCH! |
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Why are you so insensative? |
Ryu is sitting at the defendant’s table his head is buried in his arms as his defense continues to make fools of themselves while cross examining character witnesses.
The camera pans over to a man covered in bandages hiding horrifying burn marks.
DJESUS: So how did you say you know the Defendant Ryu Matsumoto.
Chuck: Him and Matsuda burned me alive back at an Ambition Taping.
DJESUS: How have you been since then.
Chuck: I’ve been going through excruciating surgeries to graft skin back to my body, although they’ll never be able to repair the nerve damage done by the burns, so I’m in almost constant pain.
DJESUS: So would you say that these events have helped you build character and experience adversity you wouldn’t have had an opportunity to see in your life.
Chuck: No
DJESUS: Elaborate on that.
Chuck: Ryu Matsumoto is a terrible person, who does terrible things, I hope this court punishes him to the fullest extent of its power as I know he is guilty.
DJESUS: That will be all for Djesus your honor.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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Get Him! |
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THIS IS SLANDER, SLANDER! |