B17 strode through the intricate maze of Riot backstage. He was at a loss as to which way to turn to find his locker room. On Turmoil it was simple. Up, right, left, punch picture of Archer, right at the broken hot tub, straight for 20 feet, and take a left. Instead he had found himself staring at up and down a passage.
Sebastian Abbott: Mister Bingo, we’ve been waiting for you.
Bingo turned around and found Sebastian following from where B17 had come.
Code Jackman: You appear lost?
Code had emerged from a door just up the right handed hallway and was too walking towards Bingo.
Tay Terror: Maybe we could help you?
Tay Terror began to stalk down the left hallway.
B17 looked at Code and motioned to him: Come and get your love.
Code obliged him and ran towards B17, but B17 didn’t wait for Code to reach him and instead ran directly at Tay.
Tay took this opportunity to join the fray and dove right into B-17 bowling both men over. B17 was able to untangle himself and duck under Code but wasn’t able to avoid Seb.
The Bingo Bomber spun around and copped a Hills Hoist(clothesline) for his troubles as Seb ran through.
Now that Seb had entered the fight; the duo of Code and Tay got back to beating B-17 down, the mugging looked like it wasn’t going to end then CJ O'donnell came sprinting down the hallway causing Seb to stop his attack and focus on the incoming Irish missile.
Seb tried to clothesline CJ but the rookie ducked under and stopped short while lunging a kick backwards, Abbott spun around and ate the heel of CJ’s boot stars flashed across his vision as he fell backwards.
With the Television champion dazed the numbers game was even and B-17 had fought back to his feet. The fight started to get one sided as Code and Tay started to run out of steam, Code got thrown into the wall by CJ and Tay flung a knee into B-17’s torso knocking him backwards and giving Tay the space he needed to go after CJ.
Seb got back to his feet and shook the stars away and spotted Tay and CJ alone fighting, so he made his way towards the pair. B17 also won back to his feet and moved to intercept Seb as the perverted man wound up to strike.
Seb saw B advancing on him in his peripheral vision and he ducked under the Bingo Punch aimed at his head and lunged for a Low Blowed CJ.
Now Code was back into it with Tay as they climbed onto the downed O’donnell. Abbott laughed and stood back narrowly avoiding a heavy set looking man, the smile wiped from Seb’s face as the newcomer barreled through Code:Terror sending them flying through the air like a crazy man driving through a packed sidewalk.
Seb seeing it was fruitless to continue the fight attempted to sneak away without any more harm befalling him, it wasn’t to be though because no sooner had he turned around B-17 was sailing through the air like a majestic dodo with his fist clenched.
It felt like an eternity as B flew through the air before nailing Seb right in the middle of his face with a Bingo Punch, the TV champion once again fell flat on his arse his eyes lolling about in his skull. CJ and the newcomer(now identified as Bill Ding) were giving Code and Tay a hiding.
B-17 left Seb laying on the floor and joined in the fun of pummeling some upstart rookies. The beaten down pair slithered and squirmed their ways out of the fracas they caused and scurried down the hallway leaving their would be helper to fend for himself.
Seb slowly and dizzily got to his feet only for Bill Ding to hit him with a Deep Dish once again onto the concrete floor.
The three men stood over the downed Abbott and then looked at each other warily before shaking hands.
B17: How did you find me?
CJ: You passed our locker room like four times.
B17: Oh...was it the one--
CJ: Yes, the one that said Turmoil on it.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Action!
Packed!
As Riot rolls on, the fans of OCW are treated to a sighting of Big Ed and Cort Marshall. They're standing in the ring, proudly presenting their tag titles.
Cort: Maggots! Ladies! Gentlemen! Ladies who look like gentlemen! Shut your mouths and open your ears... we have an announcement to make!
Cort: As we've proven, tag team competition in OCW just isn't up to our level. Your so called “roster” is thinner than a bulimic pop star! So what is to be done about this?
Cort holds up a finger.
Cort: As you all know, I am the man who ALWAYS has an answer. I am proud to announce that we have decided to hold an OPEN CHALLENGE for our titles. Anyone who manages to beat us in a non-title match on TV will get a title match on pay-per-view!
Cort coughs before mumbling his next line.
Cort: Of course that doesn't apply to anyone who beat us before we got the titles... but regardless! This is what the Crown has promised. Opportunities for everyone.
Cort:
Fairness. Equality. Justice. Anyone in that lockerroom can grab a partner and take a shot. We will keep these belts not because we are cowards, and we guard them like rats; we will keep these belts NOT because we are the people anointed by the company.
Cort:
We will keep these belts because we are the best. Because we can beat anyone. And we will prove it.
He tosses his mic to Ed.
Ed: HEY! If you want a pair like that, there ain't nothin' between us but air and a toothy boy! So go wed, bringum toys... intended ring. Bee God told you NUTHIN! Only URF is gonna save you from the SAND RIPPA!
Corts motions for them to leave the ring, and their theme hits.
The camera pans to the announce team.
There you have it!
Bold move!
The camera cuts backstage where an angry Jookie Marley is looking to get some more of Rust Cohle. He starts to shout as the cameraman trials him.
Jookie Marley: You piece of crap. Where the hell are you?
Marley starts to flip over tables and kick over chairs as he continues his hunt. He sees one of Cohles security guards putting his bags into the trunk of a car. Marley rushes over to the security guard and puts him into a sleeper hold.
Jookie Marley: Where the hell did that rusty son of a bitch go?
Security Guard: I. Don't. Know.
Jookie Marley: I swear to God I will snap your damn neck. Where the hell is he?
The security guards face start to turn red, and his arms drop to his side. Marley lets the hold go as the security guard drops to the ground. Marley picks up the guard and throws his unconscious body in the trunk.
Marley turns around and is greeted by chairshot that sends him flying onto the trunk of the car. Rust Cohle grabs Marley by his dreadlocks and starts to punch him in his face.
Rust Cohle: I heard you were looking for me.
Cohle laughs as he drags Marley to the front of the car. He picks Marley up and sends him flying face first into the car windshield.
Rust Cohle: You just don't get it. This is a Cold Cohle World and you either step aside or get stepped on.
Rust Cohle laughs as he walks off not knowing one of his security guards are locked in the trunk. The camera fades out as a bloody Marley slides down the hood of the car.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Good christ!
We need a medic!
OCW Light Heavyweight Finals H20 vs Christian Shepard
The camera pans to the announce team.
SO CLOSE!
DENIED!
Unable to make his jaw work properly, Dennis simply stared at the man seated in front of him. Madison elbowed him in the ribs, effectively bringing him out of his shock.
Madison: Go on, dear, say hello. It's the polite thing to do.
Tank: Yes, Denny, listen to your darling wife.
Dennis turned and glared at Madison, whispering under his breath.
Dennis: You couldn't have bothered to tell me that he was our wedding planner?
Madison: I didn’t know! Did it say ‘Tank also works here’ on the door? No. I told you, this woman is the best in all of New York, and I deserve the best!
Dennis ran a hand through his hair in exasperation.
Madison: Oh Tank, I do apologize for my husband's behavior! I'm afraid this is coming as a bit of a surprise for him.
Dennis: Er, not yet, Madi. You know... We aren't married yet, I'm not your husband.
Madison: A technicality, Dennis!
Madison spoke while squeezing his forearm and turning a false smile in his direction.
Tank: As thrilling as your domestic banter might be, I'd really like to get on with this, if you don't mind? I am a rather busy woman, you know.
Madison: Uh...right. So sorry, Tank
Madison smiled, pulling Dennis onto the plush leather couch across from Tank’s desk. Dennis slumped, resting his head against the back cushion.
Madison: Sit up, dear, pay attention!
Dennis groaned and shot her a "This was not my idea," look. Madison sighed and turned to look at Tank.
Madison: Again, I apologize, Tank. I don't know what's gotten into him! Moving on, I’m assuming you’re here to get some of the minor details out of the way before we meet with Ms. Verger?
Tank: I don't know what you mean, Cox. As far as I remember, he's always been this rude. As for Ms. Verger, you are speaking with her. My name is Cristina Verger, wedding planning extraordinaire!
Madison: But you’re a man? I mean, I heard rumors that you enjoyed men as much as I do, but...a name change is a bit extreme. Sex change as well?
Cristina: Not that is any of your business, but I identify as a woman.
Dennis: And I identify as a toaster oven. This is nonsense.
Dennis tried to stand, but Madison was surprisingly strong and pulled him back down.
Cristina: Right, I received all the information you sent me, Madison. It seems you have nearly everything in line already aside from the venue. I’m assuming OCW has not decided on the location of Summercide this year?
Madison: A white CEO would have all the venues booked a year in advance but...we have Sensation. So...yea.
Cristina: Care to enlighten me on the purpose of this meeting, Madison? You don’t have any updates for me?
Madison: I was wondering if you could get us the best firm to handle security. I want snipers, background checks, blockades! Spare no expense, we can afford it.
Dennis: ’I’ can afford it?
Madison slowly turns her head to face Dennis.
Madison: Do you like seeing me naked? Yea? Then stop talking.
Madison returned her attention to Tank.
Madison: Anywho… I need this to go off perfectly. The Anniversary was spoiled by someone doing a stunt where he landed a motorcycle on the arena. It was a mess.
Cristina: How in the world…
Madison: Right?!
As if on cue, Madison’s purse began ringing, and she made a mad dash for it, picking up her mobile.
Madison: Troy? I said not to call me unless it was an emergency. Hello?... Oh.
Madison’s face goes visibly pale as she looks to Dennis. Dennis looks to Madison and then back to Tank. Tank slowly stands from his desk and offers to give the couple some alone time. He closely the door behind him. After a few moments of silence...
Madison: I’ll be right over.
Madison dropped her phone back in her purse.
Madison: How did I not see this coming?
Dennis: See what?
Madison: We’ve been played for fools. By Bentley of all people. Dammit!
The camera pans to the announce team.
THE GAMES A FOOT!
Say what now?
The scene opens at a small fold out table in the OCW Riot locker room. Earlier, Pugh and Minio looked certain to brawl, but now we find them sat opposite each other, loudly discussing nothing in particular.
Pugh: ...and I said WELL YOU CAN’T SPELL SCRUMPTIOUS WITHOUT SCRUM BROTHER AND I SENT HIM BACK TO TURMOIL!
They both burst out laughing as Jett Draven gets up and leaves in the background
Pugh: ...Who is that guy and why does he have no manners? Does he not know who I am?
Bobby Minio: Times are just changing around here, in a goddamned hurry. I tried to help that kid move a couch and-
Pugh: I know brother, I get it. I don’t have to like it, but I get it. Ain’t gotta accept it though - which brings me back to why I came to this Haiti-hole… where’s Kassidy Hayes?
Bobby Minio: How the hell should I know? I don’t even like that goofball, let alone keep track of him. If I go looking for that dummy it will either be with a Future Investment case or a wooden stake!
Pugh: Then you’re of no use to me…
Bobby Minio: Typical AND predictable! Like friggin always with you!
With a look of disgust, Minio rolls his eyes at Pugh, throwing his hands in the air.
Bobby Minio: You know Pugh, I sat down here hoping you’d have something to contribute rather than playin-
Pugh: Woah Woah Woah BROTHER. Don’t forget I made you. I can un-make you just as quick
Minio rises to his feet and is immediately joined by Pugh. Both men stare at one and other before Minio's eyes lower into a burning stare at his long time friend and ally.
Bobby Minio: That’s a lot of tough talk coming from a guy who got to study the rafters the last time we stood at opposite sides of the ring… How about you actually TRY IT? You don’t need a strap to get this work.
Pugh: I don’t have time for this… move.
Shaking his head with his eyes squeezed shut in frustration, Minio stands his ground, taking a deep breath into his lungs.
Bobby Minio: How many times, Paul. How many times do you have to make the same mistakes, over and over again?
Bobby Minio:
You’re like a ***king roomba, bouncing into the walls around the living room, except you never actually learn the layout.
Bobby Minio:
You do, everything you complain about other people doing. You air out every petty, personal grievance with management out in the open, you alienate enough friends and the people you’ve “made” to fill up two thirds of that arena out there…
Bobby Minio:
You think you’re on top, all the time. Truth is you’re not, PAUL. You’re perched up top of Kingshit Megalomountain praying your cheeks will hold on to the peak long enough for your never-ending bullshit to float you to safety.
Bobby Minio:
No one’s buying it anymore, PAUL. No one.
Pugh nods at Minio, no selling the words entirely for a few pregnant seconds, before silently flipping him the bird and leaving the room, with Minio staring at the doorway, a scowl stapled to his face.
As the door swings shut behind Pugh, Minio turns, punting the table over on its side with a great crash. As the scene fades Jett Draven is in the background returning to grab his bag as he leaves he looks and Bobby and and gives an indifferent nod.
The camera pans to the announce team.
The Oldman is on a warpath!
Pugh needs to come to grips with the fact that he is a dinosaur in OCW!, he is OLD and out of touch!
