OCW ROAD 2 GLORY 2020 INTRO
WASHINGTON, DC
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 Gentleman THIS IS THE ROAD 2 GLORY 2020! |
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POP THE CLUTCH AND LETS GO!!!! |
Kassidy: Tonight needs to be perfect, it needs to be the night that I am the devil of my word that I always say I am, Quartz and Wrex need to pay for….
Kassidy stops and ponders for a moment,
Kassidy: wait,
Empress pushes open the door with her butt. She turns around revealing she has her arms filled with snacks and stuff from the concession stands.
Empress: If the idiots in the booking area refuse to put me on this damn PPV I might as well enjoy….WHAT THE FUCK! Who took his paint off!
Empress throws all the snacks on the floor and runs over to Kass, pulling him down into the nearest seat and sitting next to Kass and starts re-applying the paint back onto his face.
Empress: I don’t remember giving anyone permission to take his face paint off!
Kassidy: I removed it, I felt off, wanted to clear my head before the match.
Empress: If you need to “clear” your head, you come and talk to me!
While applying a layer of thick white paint, B17 enters holding Parker’s entrance mask.
He smiles as he rushes over to Empress and Kass. He kneels and holds out the mask.
B17: My Kassidy, my Empress. I present the mask of the unworthy Parker. May you keep it as proof of my dedication to your humble teachings.
Kass begins to reach for the mask but Empress whispers frantically into his ear, Kassidy smirks and grabs the mask before chucking it across the room,
Kassidy: I don’t wear shit that lights up, that kind of eye catching trickier is for someone who doesn't properly demand the room's attention with their presence alone.
Empress: Yeah! What are you thinking, B?
A slight flicker of pain darts across B17’s face: My mistake. I’ve dishonored you. Would you like me to leave?
Empress: No! I need...We need you here.
Kassidy: Your goal is as clear as mine, you win the Future Investment that could pose a threat to me and I will go out there and take back what is mine.
B17: Do not concern yourself, I will retain and ensure the power of Kasstianity remains the dominant force on Turmoil!
Just as the trio is bickering, Valkyrie knocks on the door and slams it open.
Valkyrie: Empress! Get a move on. The Women’s Championship match is coming up soon and we don’t want to miss it. Do we?
Empress: Yeah! Of course we don’t. Tonight I am really in the mood of making a statement.
Empress cracks her knuckles with a devilish look on her face.
Valkyrie: Well! Then let’s move out! What are you waiting for? Come on.
Empress: After you, friend.
Empress stands out of her seat, Kassidy's face paint re-applied, and leaves the room with Valkyrie; The camera watches them leave and pans down to the ground, focused on Parker's face mask.
The Camera Pans To The Announce Team!
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TREACHERY IS AFOOT! |
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Oh settle down! |
THE PERFECT CIRCLE
TRE GOLDEN vs. THE WORLD
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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WHAT DID WE JUST WATCH! |
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HISTORY HOOT! |
Set up in a local restaurant, Nick's Riverside Grill, is a backroom with a HUGE layout of just shrimp. Jim Black walks in and the smell alone almost knocks him down. The stench of pure seafood is everywhere and even though Jim tries to use his jacket to cover his nose, the smell has already permeated his clothing.
Scanning the room, Jim spots Jackson Montgomery sitting behind a table, eating shrimp by the handful. Jackson is bobbing up and down to the music playing over the speakers in the room; ‘Should’ve Been a Cowboy’ by Toby Keith.
Even though he has a bib on, Jackson is getting shrimp bits everywhere and all over himself. Jim walks up to Jackson, still covering his nose.
Jim Black: Jackson. We have an interview scheduled. Should we reschedule for when we’re at the arena?
Jackson Montgomery with a mouthful of shrimp: Why? You’re here. I’m here. I’ll be here until show time. Pop a squat and let’s chat.
Jim groans and looks around for a chair. There’s not one. Needing both hands to write notes and ask questions, Jim begrudgingly lets go of his coat and pulls out his notepad and just stands in front of Jackson, who is not slowing down on the shrimp.
Jim Black: Jackson, how do you feel about Danny Watts? He seems to have taken a turn and become more violent. Your match is a hardcore match and seems to be a bit more in Danny’s favor.
Jackson with a shrimp in hand: Listen, Danny Watts has some demons he needs to work out and if he needs me to beat them out of him, I will. I’ve got the ‘can do’ attitude, a belly full of shrimp and steel chair with Danny’s name on it. I wrote it on there. Hopefully Keith remembered to put it under the ring...Anyway, I’ve got Danny’s number and he knows it. He still owes me for the jumbo shrimp from weeks ago. I’ll beat it out of him. In the meantime, I’ll keep on keeping on and do what I do best and that is...
Jackson stuffs more shrimp into his mouth as Jim waits for him to finish his sentence. Jackson is clearly not going to, then realizes his talking about eating shrimp.
Jim Black is visibly disgusted: How can you wrestle let alone function normally with all that seafood in you? I can HEAR you getting fatter.
Jackson begins to talk, spewing shrimp all over Jim: Do you know how much protien is in shrimp? How do you think I got these big muscles?
Jackson flexes both arms, showing off his shirt with the sleeves cut off which reads ‘Carol Baskin is Innocent’. Jim rolls his eyes and just turns to walk away. Jackson lowers his arms and continues eating.
Jackson Montgomery: Alright Jim. I’ll see you at the arena. Make sure Keith, is it Keith? Kenneth? Winston? I don’t remember now, just make sure that chair with Danny Watt’s name is under the ring. You want any of this to go? Jim? You still there?
Obviously not. Jackson shrugs and continues to eat.
Jackson Montgomery: Shrimp girl! Oh shrimp girl! A woman comes bouncing out from behind a dirty curtain and scurries up to Jackson.
Jackson Montgomery: You mind giving me something sweet? She leans in a kisses him on his shrimp covered cheek. I meant some sweet tea, but I’ll take that too!
The woman shows off that Washington DC cocaine smile and if it wasn’t for all the acne and open sores, she might have been able to blush. She turns and bounces back behind the dirty curtain and into the kitchen.
Jackson Montgomery: I still got it!
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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AHHHH MUST BE THE SCRIMP MONAY!! |
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Just stop, STOP IT! |