OCW Turmoil 117

A limo pulls into the Turmoil arena and Kassidy walks out to meet his guests, out of the limo comes Ragnarok; Nathan Carter, Xander Rane, and Tre golden comes out last, as each one came out they wolf dap Kass. They walk to Kass’ private locker room and have two TVs set up: one is set up to watch Turmoil as it happens and the other has EA UFC 2 on Xbox One. Tre and Kass are playing UFC 2 when Rane and Nathan call their attention to the TV.

Seb now in his gear stood in the hallway jogging on the spot, Stacy approached him looking for his thoughts.

Stacy: Sebastian you seem to be aiming your sights right at Dennis Black, I'm not sure if you mentioned why last week but could you tell us and the viewers?

Seb: It's not Dennis I'm after, it's the prestigious TV championship. However tonight I go one on one with the lord of sparkle, the vampire of Ragnarok, Kassidy Hayes.

Stacy: Have you got any plans for the match?

Seb: Just one. Be on my guard.

Seb threw up the Ragnarok wolf sign with a mocking smile, he brought his hand down to his moustache twirling it between his fingers.

The members of Ragnarok just look at each other for a moment, Kass smiles,

Kassidy: Tre, If I beat you, you are not going to be happy with what I’m going to have you do.

Kass goes on to KO Tre in Round 1,

Kassidy: Time to fit you with some beard extensions.

Rane: And its our time (Rane looks to Nathan) to go find Seb and test his guard.

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Jackson walks over to the ropes and motions for a mic. A stagehand runs over and gives him one and Jackson starts walking back and forth in the ring, stroking his beard. The crowd is not happy with what they see, Jackson Montgomery with the OCW Turmoil Heavyweight Championship around his waist and they began to shout with wall vibrating boos.

Jackson stops in the center of the ring, unstraps the title from his waist and with one hand, raises it into the air. The crowd, if possible, begins to boo louder and just like the end of Turmoil 116, throw trash into the ring. After a few minutes of basking in the boos and being hit with half eaten hot dogs and warm soda and beer, Jackson brings the mic to his mouth.

Jackson Montgomery: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, wait, you people don’t deserve those titles. Let me start over. Welcome you sniffling and whiny mother lovers to the newest era here on Turmoil.

The fans are getting a bit reckless with the things being thrown in the ring. One fan is escorted out after she throws a chair into the ring. Jackson looks towards the woman, who gives him the finger. Jackson smiles and mouths “anytime”. He then picks up the chair, opens it, and sits down right in the center of the ring.

Jackson Montgomery: I don’t need to stand for you monkeys! I’M THE CHAMP! What happened last week was no fluke. I did exactly what I said I was going to do and that was stomp the perpetual underdog Jimmy Henry all over this ring and leave him bloody!

The crowd pops a bit after hearing Jimmy’s name, but begins to boo almost immediately after.

Jackson Montgomery:I DON’T NEED THE APPROVAL OF YOU PEOPLE! Jimmy, you put up a hell of a fight but you forgot your role here in OCW. You will forever be the underdog and like I said last week before we locked up, the dash on your tombstone will prove as much. No matter how many times you reach the pinnacle of Turmoil, you will ALWAYS be slapped right back down.You forget who you’re up against. JackMo, the destroyer of legends. Once I defeated Trance AND Aries, beating your scrawny ass was a walk in the park. Good luck on your journey back to the top. I’ll be here waiting to put a boot across your face and knock you back down. Speaking of knocking people back down to where they belong. Kassidy Hayes!

Jackson stands up and kicks the chair away. He adjusts the Turmoil Championship on his shoulder and begins to pace back and forth stroking his beard. He gets a confused look on his face, stops in his tracks, then pulls a piece of popcorn from his beard. The crowd laughs but when Jackson shrugs his shoulders and eats it, a very audible groan can be heard from the fans.

Jackson Montgomery: Whoever threw the popcorn, thank you! Although you monkeys could have told me I had food on my face this whole time! Now, Kassidy Hayes. Other than myself, you are the only person who actually EARNED this Turmoil Championship right here on my shoulder so in that perspective, I can respect that. What I can’t respect is the fact that after I busted my ass, beat the people I beat, and seizing my moment, you come out here last week with that butt puppet Bradley and proudly displayed you plastic replica championship you got from ocwshop.com! Look! Right here in the front row, this little booger eater has one too! I suppose he’s the rightful champion to Turmoil?

Jackson points out a kid no older than 9 years old. He first is excited he’s been pointed out, but quickly get embarrassed at the “booger eater” comment. Jackson laughs as the kids parents try to console the little boy. Again, the fans boo loudly. Jackson soaks in the hate.

Jackson Montgomery: Give me a break Kass. Anyone can get one of those for $29.99! Don’t you dare come out here, ON MY SHOW, and try to take what I’ve earned. You had your shot and when Bradley, the guy who brought you back don’t forget, stuffed an oversized Tank into your match with Jimmy, you lost. Bradley’s hand picked ditch digger won that match. After that, you took your ball or whatever it is you vampire wanna-be’s play with, and ran over to Riot to join Ragnarok. I’m guessing you didn’t get what you wanted over there either so you decided to come back here looking for easy pickens. Trust me when I say this Twilight. Nothing and I mean NOTHING will be easy for you here!

"6 a.m. Christmas morning. No shadows, No reflections here. Lying cheek to cheek In your cold embrace." Kassidy comes out Championship belt in hand; there is a mixture of boos and cheers as he walks down to the ring with a smirk. Kassidy stands on the apron, staring eye to eye with Jackson and raises his title into the air, Jackson responses by raising his own title. Kassidy chuckles, slowly lowers the title and moves into the ring under the second rope before entering the ring himself.

Kassidy raises his left arm which has his microphone,

Kassidy: I didn’t just pack up my ball, I packed the Original Turmoil Championship and the one you hold, that was made after, notice your strap is much larger, it had to fit around Tank.

A noticeable section of the crowd begins to laugh, they hold up Ragnarok Section signs and are wearing Riot smark shirts.

Kassidy:Jackson, don’t kid yourself, I beat you for this championship in my hand and I never lost it, I was never pinned, the true fluke was a new champion ever being crowned.

Ragnarok crowd section begins to chant: “Jackson Sucks, Jackson Sucks, Jackson Sucks”

Kassidy:I mean this crowd likes me more than you so something around here has certainly gone awry, like you surpassing who is suppose to be your friend? Now I am glad you took my advice and changed your look, it was much needed and it is a good start but you are still the same guy so honestly, do you want to be shown up by me, Again, on the largest stage of them all? Do you?

Crowd unanimously chants NO! NO! NO! NO!

Kassidy: I don’t think you do and this crowd sure doesn’t think you do, so how about you give that Championship to the nearest Ragnarok fan in the crowd, I’ll sign it for them and you leave so the Wrestlution match can be what everyone wants to see; B-17 Vs Kassidy 3.

Faint by Linkin Park breaks the silence of the arena. The crowd comes to life as B-17 appears atop the ramp. Dispatching of the traditional antics he makes his way to the ring quickly.

When he enters the ring he motions for a mic which is thrown to him. His rage is noticeable as misses the throw and stands tense before taking a deep breath and bending over to pick up the mic.

B-17 looks around as the crowd chants: B-17! B-17! B-17!

B-17 motions for the crowd to quiet down before speaking: Well isn’t this just a lovely family reunion. We’ve got the drunk uncle and the gothic cousin. Crowd pops.

B-17 paces circles around the ring his eyes darting back and forth between Jackson and Kassidy.

B-17: Sorry to interrupt but I have an itch to scratch...unfortunately this itch is one that originated deep in the brain. And every time you scratch, you just scratch the surface and you only get yourself a brief respite from the annoyance...but just when you think it’s gone for good the son of a bitch comes back.

B-17 walks around the ring and then stops at the turnbuckle and jumps up to sit down. The crowd waits in silent anticipation.

B-17 hunches over and considers his words before speaking: This itch....it’s been driving me insane, and just this last week I finally put my finger on it...I can’t accept either one of you as champion. Crowd roars in approval.

B-17: Kass, how could I accept you? You were the original author of my pain. The man behind the masks.

B-17 jumps down from the rope and walks up to Kass: And it’s because you are a coward...but even worse, when your unholy alliance turned on you, you ran like tail between your legs and left me to clean up the damn mess!

B-17 wipes the sweat from his face: AND CLEAN IT UP I DID!

The crowd gives a loud cheer in support.

B-17: You’ve got no right to championship, you lost, you ran. I stayed, I fought, I won.

B-17 rounds on Jackson: And you...you’re just as chicken shit as this Edward Cullen wannabe. Straight up, you’re not standing there without me covering for your ass. Your late night drinking, stumbling into to work late, I kept management off your ass and even more than that while you slept off your 2 month long hangover I dealt with this fairy’s goons.

B-17 steps up to Jackson and stares him down: I’m so sick of your self entitlement, woah is me bullshit. B-17 kept you down? I’m holding you back? Bitch, you're drunk, missing person, OCW washout, “who the hell is Jackson Montgomery?” cautionary tale if not for me. So when I beat you tonight, I will earn the right to remove that be belt from you, a goddamn embarrassment.

B-17 looks at Kass and stops at the ropes: You can keep your plastic toy. Maybe recycle it into a toy for Nathan since you’ve become his bitch.

Kassidy’s face turns immediately and goes to hit B-17 with the title but B ducks under and ready to retaliate but Kassidy doesn’t turn around, just slides right out of the ring and starts walking up the ramp.

Jackson casually flips off B-17 and also exists. Leaving B-17 to shake his head in disgust.

The camera flickers on to reveal an opened locker room. After several seconds of panning, the upstart Bray S. Spur is shown relaxing himself on the soft floor of his locker room, listening to his favorite music. Unbeknownst to the superstar, interviewer Stacy Clark has once again entered his locker room, without knocking of course.

Stacy Clark: Mr. Spur, a moment of your time?

Reluctantly, Bray removes his headphones and rises to his feet, raising above Stacy Clark in height. He mumbles to himself.

Bray S. Spur: Make it quick, Clark.

Stacy Clark: Um.. after your win against Seb Abbott last week, you were challenged by Tank to a No-Disqualification match tonight on Turmoil. What are your thoughts on this huge match-up heading into Wrestlution?

Bray stares at Stacy, a befuddled look fallen on his face. After seconds of soul-searching, Bray grabs Stacy’s hand and raises it to him.

Bray S. Spur: My thoughts?... My thoughts? You should already know my thoughts. This is a squash match, no big whoop. Honestly, I think you should ask Tank the same question. And I guaran-damn-tee I already know his answer... He’s scared piss-less. He’s scared piss-less because he knows that I’m one of the best wrestlers in OCW right now and the fact that he gets to have ring time with me makes him shiver.

He thinks because he got stripped of the Turmoil Championship that he thinks he’s worthy of a shot at the Broken Spirit. Well guess what... he’s not. Tank... The Blob.... ever since he lost that coveted title, he’s been nothing but a shell of a man. I don't even see how he's still here. He's been disgraced by every single competitor in OCW and is one of the most colossal screw ups of 2016. Frankly, heading into Wrestlution, it's practically a damn near insult to me when I have to face a screw up like him but I don't even have a match at Wrestlution yet.. But,... with the way he got in my face and challenged me to a match, I admit it... I respect that. The only ones that have the balls to do that to me are the ones that usually end up hospitalized when I'm through with them. That's just one of the many differences between Tank and I.

Another difference between Tank and I is that, keep this in mind, without a title, I’m still one of the best in the business. I look like a million bucks, I talk like a million bucks, I act like a million bucks, and I fight like a million bucks. Tank, on the flip side, looks like King Kong trying to wrestle. Although I could’ve sworn there was a cat named Bundy who.... Never mind.

The point is, Stacy, I’m not afraid of Tank. Tank isn't worthy of being feared. Not now, not ever. If anything, he needs to concerned that I don’t kill him tonight, because me and my best friend...

Bray goes over to a steel chair and folds it up and returns to Stacy.

Bray S. Spur: Mr. Chair right here, are taking “Tank-Gate” on a trip tonight. I'm gonna make sure of that. Anything else you need to ask before I get bored?

Stacy Clark: Well, sir....

Bray S. Spur: That's what I thought. Now if you would please...

Bray takes the mic from Stacy and begins to whisk her away, much to her confusion. Eventually, she does as she's told. After she leaves, Bray turns to the camera.

Bray S. Spur: Now before I go out there and put a beating on you... Tank, I've got to tell you....

Before finishing his sentence, Bray S. Spur drops his mic and not 2 seconds later, he cracks the steel chair against the skull of the cameraman, sending him and the camera crashing to the floor. Bray looks down at the now cracked lens camera and smiles demonically.

Bray S. Spur: .....You have no idea... what you've unleashed on yourself and the entire OCW locker room. You wanna fight me? You got it. But I want you to realize something before the inevitable occurs... you just sent me back to Hell... and tonight.... I'm gonna show you the Devil.

Bray S. Spur grins at the fallen camera as he slouches the chair over his back and leaves the locker room.

	Goodness me, Bray is looking to do some damage tonight.
	One man alone cannot damage a Tank Scaggs - he's barking up the wrong... Tank? I lost my train of thought - are we done here yet?

No we most certainly are not...

Seb walked through the car park of Terminal 5. A nice looking car rolled right up to Seb, narrowly missing his feet. The door opened and a blonde haired woman stepped out clutching what looked like a small coffee. It was Madison Cox.

Seb: Oi you gypo sow! You almost ran me over.

Madison just stared at him coldly, Seb felt a cold shiver run up his back from looking at her.

Madison: I don't even know what that means. Learn the language, ass. What do you want?

Seb glared for a moment before composing himself.

Seb: This your car? It's pretty nice, be a shame if something were to happen to it... Again.

With that, the rear door of the car opened and out stepped a young man, The TV title around his waist. He was sporting a black eye from last week’s attack.

Dennis: What's the hold up, Madison? Urgh this pommy bastard.

Madison: He's in a nice suit. Maybe he got fired after the other week and has to be a parking valet. Here, park our car.

Madison threw the keys at Seb who let them bounce off his chest, with a quick flick he kicked the keys under the car and out into the car park.

Seb: Ha, keep dreaming woman.

Dennis looked from the keys, now under a fancy Bentley to Seb then back again. A look of confusion and annoyance crossed his face.

Dennis: Hey bud this is a rental!

Seb smiled, threw up his hands in mock surrender and shrugged.

Seb: Oh damn how clumsy of me.

Dennis and Madison in unison:You did that on purpose!

Seb walked up and leans real close to Dennis, Seb's hand brushing the title now clutched to Dennis' chest.

Seb: Mmm, I see you got the belt back..

Dennis shoved Seb backwards and beckoned for Madison to grab the keys.

Dennis: Not sure what your game is bud, but i'd focus on your match with Turmoil's new Champion.

Seb stared at the blacked out windows as Dennis got back in the car, a smile on his face as Madison came back, keys in hand.

Seb: We'll see buddy, we will see..

Madison threw her take away cup of coffee at Seb, who ducked as it whistled past his ear and bounced off the bonnet of an '81 Honda. Coffee splattered the windshield and dripped into the engine bay.

Seb: I sure hate to be the owner of that shitbox ha.

The pair drove off and pulled into the next car park lot. It was more secure than the one they were just in, Seb watched them park before walking away

The scene shifted to the inside of the rental due to a strategically placed camera, the audience quieted as they watched the awkward silence between Dennis and Madison.

Madison: You going to talk to me?

Dennis: Did you steal from that man?

Madison: Come on…

Dennis: Did you?

Madison: I don't come from money. Piss poor school system. Most Colleges don't exactly look to the backwoods for scholarships. Girls that look like me don't have many options. Most result in selling ourselves...I made a choice.

Madison crossed her legs and looked away from him.

Madison: I used a bunch of trailer trash bikers to follow my dream, Dennis. To better myself. Wrestling is my ‘passion’. I don't regret any of it...other than what happened to you.

Dennis: You mean getting attacked by Tank, attacked by the biker? Or this alliance we’re trapped in with Bradley? You forced this on me...all of it. Answer me something.

Madison: Yes?

Dennis: Is he right? Am I just like him? Are you just using me too? A means to an end. Does my use run out when this reign does?

Madison grew a bit uncomfortable.

Dennis: Thought so.

Dennis took the keys out of the ignition and placed them in Madison’s lap. He then looked at her.

Dennis: I won't play his game. I won't fight him, Madison. He's got a sham contract. He hasn't earned the right to fight for this. No one has. There's nothing he can do that will change that.

Madison: Thank you. A fight with him is the last thing I want for you. He's a different kind of monster.

Dennis: I will keep my end of the deal that you forced on us. I will work with Tank...or Kassidy, It's all so confusing. But that's as far as it goes. Outside of meetings with them...this partnership of ours is over.

Madison reached out for Dennis as he exited the car. He forcefully pulled his arm away from her and slammed the door behind him. The TV title was left in the back seat. Madison struggled to follow behind him in high heels. She took one of them off and threw it at his back.

He stopped in place, sighing loudly as the second piece of footwear hit his back.

Madison: You're being an idiot! Our partnership is the only thing that makes sense here. Without each other, we ‘will’ fall into obscurity on Turmoil. You can't deny things turned around for you after we started this. You were depressed about your career before I came along. I built you back up from scratch, damn yout. That was me!

Dennis turned to face her.

Dennis: And i'm appreciative of that. But you're turning me into someone I don't want to be. I put Jimmy through a table. I tried to hit Joe with a chair...that isn't who I am. I'm stuck aiding men I don't respect, Madison. Bad men. All for you…

Dennis: We had plans, Madison. A five year plan. Five goals, five years.

Madison: And we already accomplished one. All the more reason to continue. This partnership works. I'm never going to have Sophia’s speed, or the charisma of the twins. But I'm smart when it comes to wrestling. I'm smarter than all of them, including the men. I've got a mind for this sport. There isn't anything we can't accomplish together. I've spent hours prepping you for these matches...we’ve done well. We've proven them wrong. This partnership works!

Dennis: We have. But I'm not him. Your smiles and winks won't compromise my character anymore. I'm no puppet. This was never a partnership. You were just trying to replace your vision of the old Aries with me. I'm no consolation prize, nor is the Title.

The slap was heard around the parking lot. The man clenched his fist, resisting every urge that came to him.

Dennis: ...I'm going home. Not cleared, anyway.

Madison folded her arms and watch him walk away. She remained barefoot and alone in the Terminal 5 parking lot for several minutes before screaming as loud as she could.

Scene end.

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Corey was staring at the GM's office door, he was promised a match last week but it never took place. Knocking twice a voice beyond the door called out.

??: Come in!

Corey entered the office, his stomach lurched as nerves almost got the better of him. The high backed chair behind the desk slowly turned around and Daryl Bradley was looking at him while running a comb through his moustache.

Bradley: Ahh Mr Ford how may I assist you today?

Corey: Well last week I was offered a match but didn't get a chance to co-

Bradley held up his hand cutting Corey off while looking into a small hand mirror that was procured from the desks draw.

Bradley: Yes I remember.

Bradley set the mirror and comb down before picking up a set of photos from his desk looking from the first picture to Corey then back again, he began smiling.

Bradley: You have your match, but it will be next week. Good day.

Corey opened his mouth to ask who he was to face but the chair had spun back to face the wall, Corey turned and walked out of the office shutting the door behind him.

Corey: Well I guess I'll see who I face next week then.

Corey walked through the foyer of Terminal 5 heading towards the backstage area to watch the show.

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Dylan enters the secret underground lair of Austin Lee and Sid Harrison. With the hopes of finding his opponents for the night but only to find Bill Ding simmering in the hot tub.

Dylan: dude, what are you doing in here? Why would you get into a hot tub with a neon sign on it that says Love Shack.

Bill: The door was open! No signs or nothing, just the inviting warmth of a good ol hot tub. Come on in! It's great for your joints.

Bill grunts out loud as he stretches his arms above him, interlacing his fingers to give his knuckles a crack.

Bill: Built this city and this tub.

Dylan reluctantly gets in the tub. After a moment of being in the tub, Dylan spots some floating lettuce. Dylan picks up the lettuce and inspects it.

Dylan: Bill?! Is this.... Lettuce??

Dylan looks from the leafy green to Bill, only to see his friend stuffing his mouth with a chicken salad sandwich. In between bites, Bill responds.

Bill: (muffle muffle) oh ... (chomp muffle) sorry buddy... (Pieces are falling out in between words) musta fallen out of my sandwich.

Dylan tosses it over his shoulder. It lands with a splat on what appears to once have been a hoverboard- practically snapped in half.

Bill: isn't this great? Nothing like a good ol soak for these hard workin bones.

Dylan finds another green substance stuck to his forearm. He peels the soggy mess off and holds it up to inspect it before tossing it.

Dylan: um... Did you ... Happen to try using that hoverboard over there too? That's Austin's.

Bill: A hover- what? Oh! That contraption? Eh I thought it was a scale. Wanted to see how much weight I been losing on this chicken salad regimen.

Dylan: but Bill! You can't just go around do-

Dylan is stopped mid sentence when Bill holds a wet, wrinkly finger up to Dylan's lips to shush him.

Bill: shhhhhhh... Don't kill the vibe.

Sounds of a door opening causes Dylan to vacate the love shack leaving Bill soaking by himself as he continues to make a mess with chicken sallad sandwich.

Sid Harrison: You have to be invited into the love shack. Why is this so hard to understand!

Sid begins to pace around the room repeating the words invite only over and over again. Dylan and Bill use this opportunity to escape the underground lair leaving a trail of chicken salad behind them.

Austin Lee makes his way over towards the hot tub surveying the damage caused by Bill Ding to the love shack, as Sid sits down on the couch shaking as he is trying to control himself.

Austin Lee: It isn’t that bad just need to add some more water is all…

Sid running over to survey the damage himself, reaching down into the tub and pulling out a soggy chicken salad sandwich with one bite taken from it.

Sid Harrison: That’s it cue the drums Austin its time for #SidBerg…….

Sid tosses the sandwich to the side landing on what is left of the hoverboard.

Austin Lee: I mean come on don’t just trash the secret underground lair like that.

Austin makes his way over to clean the sandwich up but stops as he drops to his knees looking up to the sky….

Austin Lee: Why!!!!!!!!!! (Picking up the two halfs of the broken hoverboard)…. THAT FLUFFY, NO GOOD, DISGUSTING SMELLING FAT PIECE OF CRAP…..I CURSE YOU AND EVERY FAT ROLL YOU HAVE AND THE ONES I AM SURE YOU WILL KEEP GROWING…

Austin pulls himself up to his feet and makes his way over to Sid

Austin Lee: SidBerg its time…. We are free from the shackles that was ragaSucks, we make our mark tonight at our new home. The way I see it now also is we have something to fight for. Lets go show these slobs what happens when you mess with us.

We return to the ring where Bray has long since left, but Tank remains, pacing around and screaming at the top of his voice that Jimmy Henry should get out to the ring. Almost on cue he gets his wish.

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	What a heinous attack! Somebody get some help out here!
	Told you! These people don't appreciate what a monster that guy is!

Scene opening in the backstage area, Irving sitting ontop of an equipment box with his back agaisnt the wall. Wearing his black team Irving hoodie with his hood pulled up over his head, a can of copenhagen tobacco next to him, a empty gatorade bottle in his hands.

Irving slowly reaching up pushing his hood down as he hears the sounds of foot steps approaching. Raising the bottle to his lips and spitting the tobacco juice out as Stacy Clark walks up a hesitant look on her face

Irving: I have known you for how long and that’s the look you have on your face when you walk up to me.

Irving spits more tobacco juice in his bottle as he nods his head for Stacy to proceed with her interview.

Stacy Clark: From what you have done since returning you can’t blame me to be cautious ….

Irving laughs under his breath as he listens to Stacy speak, shaking his head as he doesn’t agree with her.

Irving: I haven’t done anything I haven’t done before, ever since day 1 I have always cared myself this way, talked this way and walked this way. Yall just like to make me out to be the bad guy when ever it benefits yall.

Stacy Clark: How do we make you out to see the bad guy? You attacked a member of the…..

Spitting into his bottle again as he laughs and interrupts Stacy.

Irving: See when I come back it’s all about oh he just did that, he just did this he just said that. Yet when you get these other boys coming back it’s all cheer good for them, regardless what they have done in the past and what not.

Irving: Yall say you don’t make me out to be the bad guy, yet who sent me home for saying things about Jackson yet yall put a microphone in his face and let him talk about me saying I disrespected him and how I shouldn’t speak that way about Davie. What you have to say about that?

Irving waits for Stacy to answer as he spits into his bottle again.

Stacy Clark: Well um..

Irving: Yea that’s what I thought, yall say you don’t make me out to be the bad guy yet but when I ask why things go a certain way no one answers. But hey I’m use to it I have always been the one wearing the black hat here in OCW my whole career, it's about time I embrace it.
Irving spits one more time into his bottle spitting his dip out as he stands up putting the bottle down behind him on the box.

Irving: Jackson the way I see things you should be lucky I even spoke to your ass when I saw you, and gave you that pep talk that sent you on your way to get that belt. You are upset because how I talked about your boy? What I say about him that offended you so deeply huh? Because from I remember I talked about you and how you’re the same reason his ass isn’t here. But damn boy if I was you I would try to do the same thing and blame other people and hide from the fact you’re the reasons Davie never saw his family again.

Stacy tries to pull the microphone away from Irving , only for him to stop her as he continues his rant.

Irving: See yall trying to protect yalls boy from me I see how it is. He runs his mouth it’s all good l, he talks about if I get in his face again it will end differently.

Irving begins to laugh as the concern look grows back across Stacy face.

Irving: You messing with the wrong person son, don’t be out here selling wolf tickets and don’t expect me to knock your head off. I suggest you focus on that title and make it worth something or go crawl back to your meal ticket B-17 before I come teach you a lesson.

Jimmy Henry is backstage after his beating at the hands of Tank and is on his way out of the arena. Stacy Clark tries to get a few words with Jimmy as he attempts to make an exit for the night.

Stacy: Hi Jimmy, you suffered quite the beatdown out there at the hands of Tank...

Jimmy: Sorry Stacy, not tonight, I just want to get home...

Jimmy looks dejected.

Stacy: I understand, but surely you must be a bit upset after losing your title shot to Jackson Montgomery?

Jimmy: That piece of crap cheap-shotted me after the match, I will deal with him in time.

Jimmy continues walking, Stacy & the cameraman following alongside through the corridors of the Turmoil Arena

Stacy: And losing to Sid Harrison the week before?

Jimmy: Look, I don't have time for this.

Jimmy pushes the exit door of the Arena open

Stacy: (shouting after him) WHAT DO YOU MAKE OF KASSIDY HAYES RETURN?

Jimmy: (offscreen shouting back) NOTHING. DON'T CARE.

The camera watches Jimmy as he walks off into the rainy New York night.

Later on that night Tank is sitting in Bradley's office, the GM on the phone with a concerned look on his face. He looks to Tank who is nonchalantly puffing away at his vaporizer. Bradley gives a nod and says goodbye to whoever he's speaking with on the phone before hanging up.

Bradley: Before I go any further... What the hell was that? Have you snapped? I know losing the title changed you, but Tank what that out there was close to insanity.

Tank: Yea I have changed. So have you. You brought him back? Him! Of all people! He turned his back on us! He left! And you made him champion! Bradley, you need to tell me what the f**k is going here!

Bradley: What's going on is that Kassidy Hayes deserved a second chance.

Tank: He coulda cashed in his rematch clause... He coulda of challenged me and earn his second chance. Instead... You gave it to him. You're a f**kin' p***y!

Bradley: Tank... This behavior isn't the way to go about things. You will have a chance to do what you will, but that out there can't happen again.

Tank looks at Bradley and as the cameras look over Bradley, you can see genuine concern. Maybe it's for Tank, but most likely it was fear. Bradley had felt what Tank could do before, but this seemed different.

Tank: This is going to happen again and again and again until I'm satisfied. I'm gonna take care of Jimmy first.... Then Kassidy. As long as I have breath in my body. I'm not looking to win matches. I'm looking to end careers.

Bradley looks a bit shocked, just how insane was the idiot?

Bradley: Tank! If you think I'm going to let you injure people on my roster you have ano....

Tank: Well that's how it is Bradley! The management took away my prey cause of their bullsh*t rules.... Now there's no reason I can't have what I want. I'll only give you one warning about this Bradley. Stay out of this....

Bradley looks over Tank with a confused look.

Bradley: Why should I?

Tank: Because you have me on your leash. Stand down... Heel.... I'm your damned dog.

Bradley: Glad to know you understand your place...

Bradley smirks as Tank slams his fist down into the desk, standing and snatches Bradley up by the collar, pulling him so they are face to face.

Tank: I need someone I don't have to hold back on... I mean, are you really gonna shed a tear if Jimmy's career ends? If I break him into a million pieces?

Bradley worriedly shakes his head no.

Tank: Then you stay the hell out of it.

Tank pushes Bradley back into his chair and walks out of the office, slamming the door as he leaves. The camera pans out as a shaking Bradley opens his desk and takes out a flask. He takes a long drink, then wipes his mouth as the scene fades out.

#Marvelous/Harrison vs Bill Ding Graves

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The scene opens up with Madison walking to the commentary table. It was rare to see her without her partner in crime. After the argument, Dennis had left for the evening. She asked for a mic and was handed one by a referee. She wasted no time in calling out behemoth.

Madison: Come on out. Let's get this over with. There are some things I need to get off my chest.

Ed: Well if it isn't the chest that got away! Though I'm sure Black isn't seeing them either, more of my money used on things that never benefited me. Where is your cash cow, anyway?

Ed’s voiced echoed throughout the arena as he strolled down to ringside. He entered the ring and walked over to the ropes that were closest to the commentary table. He peered down at her, grinning.

Ed: Those paint faced shrimps from earlier? Their injuries are on your hands.

Madison: My conscience is clear.

Ed: No doubt. So, why am I out here?

Madison sat on the commentary desk, looking up at the ring.

Madison: I wanted you to hear it from me first hand, in front of the audience. Dennis isn't giving you a title shot. You will not be the first title defense. You don't deserve it.

Ed sucked his teeth before lifting the mic to lips.

Ed: That right?

Madison: There is nothing you can do or say that will change that. You weren't worthy of me four years ago. You're not worthy of a shot, now. You are now, and always will be...trailer garbage and biker scum!

Ed: My hearing isn't quite what it used to be.

Ed stepped over the ropes before dropping down to ringside. There was a tense feeling among the audience.

Ed: What was that?

Madison narrowed her eyes and looked up at him defiantly. Madison slapped Ed across the face as hard as she could. So hard that it hurt her hand. As his head was turning to face her once more, she spit in his face.

Madison: You aren't worth our time. You're trash that I left behind. The title is ours, and you won't change that. Understand!?

Ed yanked Madison by the hair, causing her to yell obscenities and and kick at his shins. With the other hand, Ed removed the commentary table’s cover.

Ed: He’ll give me a shot.

Madison: No chance, now let go!

Ed: The fairytale is over…

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The table practically exploded on impact. The camera only saw Madison's legs, while her body we buried under what was left of the table.

Ed: Bet he'll change his mind, now. Thanks Madison. You've just helped me win the TV title...

The audience grew silent as Ed stepped over Madison’s body. Staff and referees rushed from the back and passed Ed on their way to Madison. It was hard to tell if he was pleased with himself. Either way, he would certainly get some kind of response from Dennis, even if he parted ways with the blonde. The fans jeered loudly as Ed walked up the ramp and behind the curtain. The camera panned back on Madison, who was motionless in the rubble that was once the commentary table...

Scene end

The camera fades into the back as the Marvelous #/ Classy Duo of #Austin Lee and Sid Harrison return to their secret underground lair, formally known as the boiler room. Austin makes his way over to his now destroyed hoverboard, picking up the remaining pieces as he sits down on the couch. His eyes locked on the hoverboard still not able to come to terms with Bill Ding breaking it earlier. As Austin continues to sulk as Sid somehow has managed to change from his ring attire into his swim trunks in record time. Sid sets his ipod up next to the love shack before he enters and begins his post match victory soak after the deep cleaning the hot tub needed to remove the Bill Ding smell.

Austin Lee: "Dear lord what did I ever do to deserve this, she was so young she didn’t deserve to go this way…. She deserved better then some overweight, fluffy, grease ball, sloppy trying to ride her…..

The door to the underground lair opening as in walks Kassie Jacobs. Shaking her head as she sighs as she walks past the love shack making her way over to Austin who is still struggling with the loss of his precious hoverboard."

Austin Lee: "Oh good he even left a grease stain on her….. You are a animal, You ugly non marvelous …"

Sid Harrison: "Nor Classy"

Austin Lee: "Son of a #B……. Wait can’t say that here I mean dammit not that B, Sid help me out…"

Sid Harrison: "#Bitch…"

Kassie: "#Ok that is it team meeting right now…"

Kassie jumps up on the table in front of Austin causes Sid to change the song his ipod to “Pornstar dancing” which earns him a cold look from Kassie as she shoots daggers out of her eyes at him. Sid quickly realizing he miss read the situation turns the song off.

Kassie: "So which one of you two is going to explain to me what happen earlier?"

Austin Lee: "SidBerg wrecked em out their tonight."

Sid Harrison: "Please stop calling me that."

Kassie: "Yes I saw that and that’s not what I was talking about."

Sid Harrison: "Bill disgraced to love shack."

Austin Lee: "And he broke my hoverboard."

Kassie: "Yep I got all of that and what was your exact quote when you found it broken mr. Sensitivity training changed me, # I will never fat shame anyone again."

Sid Harrison: "I mean in his defense he did say with all do respect before he said those things…"

Kassie: "#No he didn’t and that’s not how it works. You can not say anything you want just because you say with all due respect. Please do not encourage him..."

Kassie: "Austin you told me you were going to become someone these people could believe in. You were going to fight for everyone of them to show them all what happens when they never give up."

Austin Lee: "I am and I won’t ever stop fighting for them."

Kassie: "Good, then why don’t you show them how to act and be someone they can look up to inside and out of the ring. This world has enough problems with bullying don’t add to it, #Be a star...

Austin Lee: "Na B….."

Austin Lee: "Its not be a star anymore….. #Stand up and be Marvelous."

The camera fades to black as Austin begins to laugh.

	Ladies and Gentlemen, its time for tonights Main Event as Jackson Montgomery takes on his former best friend B-17... this should be one hell of a match partner
	Yes it should. I hope Jackson crushes B-17's awful face. Look at it! Its so awful!

Lets take you to ringside for the Main Event!

Jackson Montgomery vs. B-17

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