Jackson walks over to ringside and asks for a mic as he hands off his jacket and sunglasses.
Jackson Montgomery: So it seems I'm scheduled to take on Sean Strider. This apparent has been, has left OCW and recently returned. He thinks he can hang with the new blood of OCW? The crowd boos. It doesn't matter to me, Mr. Strider, that you were at one time the longest reigning Ex Division champion. That's old news and I'm afraid you are too!
There is a mixture of boos and cheers from the fans. At that moment, as Jackson wonders around the ring, the time keeper asks him to step over to the ropes. He whispers something in Jackson's ear, which just makes him laugh. Still laughing a little bit, Jackson brings the microphone to his mouth once more.
Jackson Montgomery: Here's something you'll all enjoy. The former Ex division champion and current has been ISN'T EVEN HERE TONIGHT! The crowd's laughter is mixed with boos. Jackson holds his stomach like this is the funniest thing he's ever heard as he laughs out loud. It seems he saw the upcoming card and ran off scared. Fine by me. If there's anyone DUMB enough to face me, come on out. I'm in the mood to hurt someone.
Jackson tosses the mic to ringside, still with a big, sadistic smile on his face. Just then, the music hits.
It starts almost instantly after B-17 ‘s music hits the speakers. A murmur ripples through the crowd. But the words are indistinguishable, too many voices are conflicting with each other.
As B-17 struts down the ramp he raises his hands and begins motioning as if directing an orchestra. He begins laughing, unable to control himself. Dispensing with the usual turnbuckle spots he quickly motions for a mic when he enters the ring.
The crowd comes to silence as B-17 raises his mic. B-17 snickers and pauses before speaking.
B-17: The man with chocolate cake? As a kid he loved to rake?
The crowd erupts in approval as the crowd is finally able to coordinate their chants.
Crowd: Chocolate cake! Loves to rake! (Chant)
B-17 brings the mic back to his mouth.
B-17: I don’t even know what that means!
Crowd laughs and continues to chant.
B-17: But, that’s not even the most confusing rhymes! I can cook a turkey quick, and I make biscuits with bisquick! Who the hell came up with this?
Crowd: Turkey quick! Biscuits with bisquick! (Chant)
B-17 motions for the crowd to calm down.
B-17: Straight up those are some of the worst rhymes I have ever heard.
Crowd begins to boo.
B-17 walks around the ring, taking it in before he raises the mic to speak again.
B-17: But, but, yeah, there is a but... Keep rapping! Because you got some of it right. I am the man who just doesn’t care, and I am the man with the shiny hair! And I love to fight, and damn right there is a pin-up girl on my tights! But…what you got the most right is this. I am the man with a plan, and I most god damn certainly am here for the the titles, fam!
B-17 tosses the mic back out the ring attendant and begins to pose on the turnbuckles.
Crowd: Man with plan! (Chant)
Ron Portman stands in the ring and asks for a microphone taking a valuable lesson from Smythe as the best time to cut a promo is right before your match. The crowd are carrying signs that say "Suture up your Future" as they bob their heads to the Portman theme making a mosh pit in the Turmoil arena. Ron is gaining attention throughout the OCW atmosphere for his bottom to the top story. The fans are even starting to like him even tho he is a product of Smythe Dawonder.
Ron: So this is Turmoil. This is where OCW stars are groomed and prepared for the big time. This is where the legend of Ron Portman has to be born. You see I know that I need to be separate from my keepers. Infact, between you and us, I need to be as far away from them as possible.
The crowd pops for Ron as he looks to distinguish himself.
Ron: I'll be honest OCW, I was just a normal guy with a normal job and I hated everything about my life. I hated being afraid to check the mail cause I didn't want to see any of the bills. The rent, the car note, the heat bill, the light bill, not knowing if I had to get a second job to pay it. Having to eat at Mcdonalds every night. I just couldn't take it anymore.
I knew that I had 3 shots. I rob a bank, learn to play a guitar or I become a star. Big enough to brand myself and make a true living. So I said I would do whatever it takes. Even if it means doing favors for the most sinister and successful man in OCW. I just want all of you to know tonight that this is business only. My relationship with them is strictly so I can be here. So i have a chance at a better future. So I have a chance to be bigger than working for some rich jerk. I want to be my own man. So I have to make it happen here. By any means necessary.
Following the match AC Cobra gets up grabbing the the ropes. Clearly, AC is tired and winded following tough and grueling match. The ref checks on AC and he gave him the thumbs up stating he was ok.
The ring announcer gets the mic and slides it into the ring. The ref gives the mic to AC and proceeds to roll out the ring. AC is breathing heavy on the mic and begins to speaks.
AC Cobra- GAME OVER!! G-G-G-G-
AC points the mic mic in the air signaling the crowd to finish his catchphrase.
Crowd- G-Unit!!!!!!
The crowd continues to cheer for AC. He rolls out the ring and limps up the ramp. AC Cobra theme music begins to play and the scene fades.