RECORDED EARLIER OR SUMTHIN  

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He needs a better instructor.
	I thought he did a fantastic job.

After Dennis’ match, he bumps into Cactus Gauge who was leaning on a container playing on his phone. Dennis walks by Cactus, causing Cactus to look up and notice him.

Cactus: Dennis! You’re a bad man.

Dennis: Excuse me, do I know you?

Cactus: You the cops?

Dennis: What?

Cactus: Exactly! Look, let’s get serious for a moment. All games aside - great month man. You’re on a tear around here.

Dennis: Thanks, it’s what I do.

Dennis turns to walk away from the rookie Turmoil carder, when Cactus reaches out and grabs his arm for attention.

Cactus: Let me take you out for drinks.

Dennis looks confused.

Cactus: Come on man, let’s do this. Drinks on me - for a great month. Plus, you can give me some tips on how to climb the corporate ladder around here.

Cactus leans in for a whisper.

Cactus: Plus - maybe some tips on how to get a hot side piece like Madison.

Cactus: So whats up? You gonna honor a young rookie like myself and let me take you guys out for a night on the town with drinks and dancing?

Dennis thinks about it for a moment.

Dennis: Sure, let me clean up and get some things ready. We’ll meet you out back.

Cactus: Damn right… ha! It’s on now. Dennis and Madison going out with the Cactus.

Scene ends with Madison and Dennis walking off into the locker room and Cactus going back to his phone - grinning ear to ear.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Can anyone stop Dennis?
	Right now I am not so sure buddy.

The office name read Ashley Blain, Special Assistant to Roster Management. Which was not very telling. What was telling is that it didn’t take long for her to resume throwing her unknown power about. Every OCW Turmoil Superstar had been sent an email detailing a time for them to visit her office for a “special sit down.” Her first appointment did not show up, pity, B-17 would be fined substantially for it...whenever he returned.

A knock at the door announced the arrival of her next meeting. She sat up in her chair and spread her hands out across the desk in a deep stretch before speaking: Come in.

Gentleman Jack peaked his goofy face through.

She was disgusted to see a wide, toothy, smile across his face. Dental hygiene was not an obvious concern for him.

Jack: You wanted to see me boss lady?

Without waiting for an answer he waltzed in and gave a whistle as he looked around at the modern decor office. He points at a large cactus in the corner

Jack: Keeps you company on long nights?

Sitting down opposite of Ash, Jack picks up one of the numerous candles spread through the room

Jack: Hot wax? Guess I’m not surprised. Although I’ve never tried it before. Tell me, what did B think of it?

Before she could respond, Big Ed walked in. Jack jumped up and walked right over to him. In dramatic fashion he motioned up and down

Jack: Now look at this, a true purebred specimen! I’m sure we could arrange a night….well maybe a few minutes. I doubt you want or need more than what he has to offer.

Ashley smiles wickedly and flicks her eyes up and down before speaking.

Ashley: Hmm. Jack, I think we could find a very special job for your mouth, but I think we will have your...Neanderthal wait outside.

Jack: I see you’ve heard I like to dine at the Y...

Big Ed nostrils flared and bound to the desk in a single leap, he smashed his hands down with a resounding thud onto the mahogany. Ashley just watched.

Big Ed: I do what I want, you don't want to get put through a table do you?

Ashley leaned around Big Ed’s massive girth

Ashley: Jacky, I’d hate to suspend you, with no pay. I’d also really hate to see what would become of Big Ed. He might return to being the irrelevant giant that he is without you.

Jack reached over and patted Big Ed on the forearm

Jack: I got this big guy. Go take a soft five.

Ed strode furiously out and slammed the door.

Ashley: Cute dog you have.

Jack: While we’re playing show and tell, want to show me your pussy...cat?

Ashley winked at Jack before rummaging through her desk drawer and pulling out an envelope and throwing it across the desk to Jack. He rustled it open and pulled out picture of the “borrowed” kid, along with a full medical history and a police report detailing the missing kid.

Ashley: Funny, but not too bright. What did you think was going to happen kidnapping a kid?

Jack: Why do people keep calling it kidnapping?! That’s such a harsh word! I was granting a wish, very different thing!.

Ashley gave a feeble smile as we see dejection cross Jack’s face.

Jack: So...no more sick kids?

Ashley’s smile grows wider before speaking.

Ashley: Jack, do you know what dumb luck is? Don’t answer. I know you do. No one can stumble around so foolishly with such little regard and still be alive without a few strokes of luck. But it just so happens that in the course of your “dumb” you’ve managed to find some “luck” that of course would be me.

Jack: So I’m getting lucky with you afterall?.

He raises his eyebrows and gives a mocking shiver.

Ashley: Oh, absolutely Jack. What I’ve been considering has me just tingling...But, you’re a loose cannon, Jack. Whatever plan you have, it’s dictated by your little dictator and it would likely land you in jail with other little dictators, maybe even a few big ones who want to dictate where their dicks go.

Ashley: But, I want to help you.

Jack: How so? Also high five for going straight to rape blackmail. That’s low even for me. But for a glorified HR girl, ballsy.

Ashley leans forward so that Jack can see down her shirt

Ashley: Listen carefully, Jack. We will employ these sick kids. Children at any age can perform for a theatrical production on television. So as long as they only perform for broadcasts they can be any age.

Jack eyes pop up to meet Ashley

Jack: Wait, what? You want to employ these little sick freaks?

Ashley: Follow along, Jack. We employ them as little, adorable, dying actors and actresses and afterwards we take out a life insurance policy with OCW as the beneficiary.

Jack: No parent would agree to that. I lie for a living and I couldn’t get that over. Nobody could!

Ashley sits back in her chair

Ashley: What’s the one thing all these kids have in common, besides the fact that tiny coffins are waiting for them?

Jack shrugs.

Ashley: Mommy and daddy are swimming in debt. What’s to say that they couldn’t benefit from a little charity? A charity run by a man who will do anything for the people he cares for. A man who can talk his way into the hearts of all. A man who has shown initiative. The Gentleman’s Charity Foundation.

Jack looks at Ashley confused. This is not how he envisioned this conversation going down.

Jack:.. So, let me get this straight. You want me to profit off of children's death?

Ashley: I want you to profit off of their life, after all you would be the face of our charity. I want OCW to profit off their death.

Jack: So a little angel dies, the company gets paid, I assume you embezzle ten percent off the top, what’s in it for me?

Ashley slides Jack another envelope. He rips it open. His eyes scan over the document. His eyebrows rise as he continues: ….I can work with this.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Right, gas mask time folks.
	No I am not ready Tom.

	You can already see the stench pouring down. The stinkiest player in the game is almost here.
	GOD HELP US ALL!

	One has to wonder who the mystery opponent is tonight and if he has come prepared.
	I guess we will find out next.

KING OF OCW ROUND 1

Bray S Spur

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The camera pans to the announce team.

	I didn't expect that?
	We survived.

Scene opens in a classic hole-in-the-wall town watering hole. Loud music and patrons spilling in and out of the front door. Cactus, Dennis and Madison are at the bar - fresh drinks in hand.

Cactus: Great win tonight man. You know, I don’t get it though.

Dennis, confused: Get what?

Cactus: The Skull love around this place. I just don’t get it. I am lost by the whole situation. I am glad you spun that guys butta tonight, tossed his sal...

As Dennis and Cactus continue to talk a stranger ask Madison to come and dance, to which she complies. Dennis swirls around on his stool and watches Madison go to the dancer floor to show her moves. Dennis is now, no longer listening to Cactus.

As Cactus whirls around on his stool to see what caught Dennis’ attention, he begins grabbing at the air and placing whatever he’s grabbing into his pants.

Dennis: What the hell are you doing man? You’re freaking me out!

Cactus: Taking the tension out of the room. Seriously my man, you guys have a weird relationship. Enough sexual tension to chip a nipple.

Dennis stands up, partially out of annoyance, partially out of frustration and partially out of embarrassment.

Dennis: I need to get her out of here. Thanks for the drinks man, I’ll catch you around.

Cactus: Aight my friend, keep it real… real tense.

Dennis proceeds to the dance floor where he pushes back Madison’s dance mate. He and Madison talk for a second and they both leave the bar. In comes Gentleman Jack, who walks over to to Cactus.

Gentleman Jack: Just the man I was hoping to find.

Cactus: Who the bartender? Gus talks weird, but you’ll get used to it.

Gentleman Jack: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, never forget that. But no, actually I’m here to see you.

Cactus: I owe you something?

Jack: Just five minutes of your time. I’ve got a giant watching this sniveling little brat and I can’t leave them alone for too long.

Cactus: Charity work, ya, I dig charity work. It’s creepy, ha, but I dig it.

Jack: Finally! Somebody gets it! Here’s the deal. You’re talented. Your masked partner in sexual assault is cool. The chick, the whole thing, I dig all of it. But you’re being wasted my man!

Cactus: First, I don’t trust a man with a drinkless hand - so Gus, get this man a shot of whatever he wants. Second, I dig what you’re doing and appreciate your eye for talent. And third - the freak isn’t my partner or my lover. The only thing he is, is missing.

Jack: I lost a dog once, I know what you’re going through.

Cactus: Damn, I love dogs too man.

The older bartender looks the two men up and down and then fumbles behind the bar. He mumbles to himself gruffly as glasses can be heard clanking together.

Bartender Gus: Here ya are… (Handing a shot to Jack) Ya look like a whiskey kinda fella. (Hands a shot to Cactus) And you, ya call yerself Cactus, huh? How's about a shot of Jaeger? Goes down just as prickly as that name of yers.

The two men stare solemnly at their drinks.

Bartender Gus: Well what er yer waitin fors, fellas? Drink up! If yer didn't have balls before, this liquid courage’ll sure give yer a bulge to be admired fer miles!

The pair heed the advice of the sage bartender- words of wisdom spoken with bourbon soaked breath.

Cactus: I am sorry for your loss Gentleman.

Jack: It’s just.. It’s just not fair you know…

Cactus: Here, here good sir. Look at the bright side, you’ve got a giant now.

Jack wipes a lone tear from his eyes.

Jack: You’re right. I have a giant now. It’s on to the future! No more looking to the past for this guy.

Jack turns his back and quietly bites his fist in despair.

Cactus: So the future, it’s looking bright for you, no?

Jack looks tenderly at the shot

Jack: The skies are certainly beginning to part… Anyway, enough about dead dogs, loose women, and cheap bourbon. Let’s talk about you! What are you doing? You’re clearly a class act, yet you couldn’t get booked two weeks in a row if…

Cactus: ...if I tickled the balls of the people who run the place with a fancy feather duster, that’s what if. Damn people don’t get it. Instead I am getting middle card bookings with other middle card rookies.

Jack: Well Cactus, it looks like you’re future may be turning bright too. Why should you keep wasting your talents on Turmoil fighting Dustin White if the producers need filler? You’re better than that! Hell, Dustin is better than that! Christ Bill Ding is better than that! Tank is better… well maybe not Tank… But you get the picture!

Cactus: It’s starting to take shape. You keep talking, I’ll get us another drink.

Cactus gives a wink to Jack and motions to Bartender Gus for another round of drinks.

Jack: Here’s the deal Cactus. I’m taking over Turmoil. After that, the rest of OCW. After that, I think I’ll get into cooking high class Mediterranean cuisine. Maybe getting into painting nudes. Nothing pornographic mind you, the real classy stuff. Broads with pearl necklaces and such on a duvet.

Cactus: Pearls? Duvet? Damn, you a classy motha fucka man - I dig you Jack. You know what. Dogs. That’s what’s after that. A whole bunch of dem damn things, all around your classy nude art studio. Ha. Plans man, I dig it. So what’s that got to do with little ole me?

Jack: Well my man, as hard as I try, it’s impossible for one man and his racist giant to take over a company. A gentleman is never too proud to ask for help when he needs it. All you have to do is put on this pretty Gentleman’s Club t-shirt, smack people around with said giant, and just continue to be the class act I see before me. What do you say?

Cactus: I like t-shirts.

Cactus raises his glass in the air for a cheer from Jack.

Cactus: Duvet’s, dogs and a drinking partner, you’re alright in my book Mr. Gentleman Jack. I don’t know about world domination, but a man can’t ever have too many friends around this place.

Jack: I think this looks the beginning of a very beautiful friendship.

Jack raises his glass to meet Jacks and then puts away his drink in one swallow.

Jack: I’ve got a Giant to check on Mr. Gauge; you and I will talk more later. For now I must bid you adieu.

Jack quickly gathers his belongings and swiftly walks out of the door, when Cactus notices Bill Ding sitting at the edge of the bar, sitting alone.

Cactus: Bill! Bill Ding, just the man to finish this night off with. Gus-y ol boy, get this man two more of whatever he’s having, he’s won some big matches lately!

Scene ends with Bill and Cactus laughing over their triple threat, putting down some nachos and sharing some drinks - lots and lots of drinks.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	A very interesting night so far. Only one match left.
	I wonder who will make the final four?

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