OCWFED.com Presents TURMOIL

   

 

The Clash 2018

 

The following scene is brought to you from the nearest skeezy looking bar to the Nassau Coliseum as a hooded figure can be seen sitting by the bar with a beer in hand, watching Turmoil on a slight delay. As the match concludes some drunk speaks up from the stool beside him.

"Drunk" Match wasn't half bad.

? Garbage.

"Drunk" Huh?

? Garbage, washups and failures. Poor fools stuck in the old way of thinking, none of them realising that they're just going through the same old motions. Nothing new. Hell one of the most exciting things tonight was a Rookie Invitation, simply cause we didn't know if we would get something good for once. And of course these goddamn braindead idiots eat it up like its the best thing they've ever seen.

"Drunk" The f**k would you know?

The figure takes his hood down before taking another drink and continuing with his speech

Wrex You're right, what would someone working this crap know?

"Drunk" If you're working tonight why the hell you drinking?

Wrex Nothing raises the stakes like a man who does not care about the safety of others. My job, friend is to teach people a better way. A way of real violence, of going out there and beating the other man to nothing but pulp.

"Drunk" But-

Wrex There are no buts, three people tonight will be the first to learn. And they will have to learn if they want to not only win, but even walk away from all this. Course they wont listen, not all of them. Archer is too set in his old ways and Bailey.. I know a failure when I see him. A lost cause through and through. But the third..

"Drunk" Uh.. Drake?

Wrex Yeah Drake, fresh face. One of the first matches he's in. And it's in my type of environment. He'll have to learn quick. And thats the best kind of mold you can ask for.

"Drunk" So you like those guys going on about changing the company?

Wrex God no, they want to remold the entire thing into their image. They can say all they want about how it's for the "hard workers" but anyone with a brain left knows what those two are really trying to do. Me? Im not lying about my intentions, I dont hide them. I just want to mold.. lets say a little section for people who think like me. People tired of the old ways, follow along the path of the few who wanted to do it in their own way. People who just want to kill one another.

Wrex And if that means I need to take some of this lost flock and "shepard" them on the right path, then so be it.

"Drunk" You sound like some cult preacher.

Wrex Give me some more respect than that. Cult leaders take a few disillusioned fools like you and try to give them a purpose that sounds only them. I'm taking a disillusioned mass majority and showing them reason. Reason that will benefit them all. And once they have reason, once they get that bloodlust, once they want more. Then I can reap what I sow.. see, different.

"Drunk" Still sounds to me like you're a crazy man.

Wrex Maybe I am.. but crazy attracts crazy my friend. And those who dont agree well.. They just wont be needed anymore. And the more you go on about my sanity. Quicker you are at getting to that point. 

"Drunk" Pfft whatever nutcase.

The drunk gets off his stool and makes his way in the direction of the pisser. He doesnt make it far until the sound of him dropping to the ground can be heard throughout the bar. People look over to the disturbance to see Wrex standing over him with a carpenters hammer in hand.

Wrex Some people just cant understand sometimes.. 

The scene comes to a close as Wrex can be seen leaving the bar. Making his way towards the coliseum. For what he hopes will be a throughly violent encounter in the form of the upcoming ladder match.

 

The camera pans to the announce team.

 

Drinking and ladders don't mix!

Just ask my mother in law!!!


It's a Match!
Stephen Maxwell vs Muyro Yokozuna

 

The camera pans to the announce team.

Closer then I thought it would be!

But when that move connects, its LIGHTS OUT!

The camera fades backstage as you are in the women's locker room where Riley Quinn is sitting on the bench. As Quinn takes off her right glove as you hear the door open up. Riley turns around and does not take her eyes off of who walked into the locker room. As Cheryl Stixx walks into the camera Riley stands up.

Riley Quinn: Didn’t you get enough of a beatdown inside the ring already. What do you want?

Riley smirks as she asks the questions to Cheryl who just flips her hair and gives her answer with some Las Vegas attitude.

Cheryl Stixx: You got lucky. All of you did, everyone that somehow defeated me so far. But I’m not here to talk about the past Riley, I’m here because I have big plans for the future!

Cheryl’s eyes started to shine as she talked. She was obviously frustrated with her defeat, but something was making her see the bright side of the situation.

Cheryl Stixx: From everyone that defeated me so far, you’re the only one that: A- looks like a girl and B- didn’t have to cheat. So, as soon as our match was over I felt that I just had to make you an offer… 

Cheryl approached Riley and staring deeply into her eyes, with one hand resting on her shoulder while she asked ...

Cheryl Stixx:
 Are you ready for greatness sweetheart?

Riley looks at Cheryl a bit perplexed but decides to see what Stixx has planned exactly.

Riley Quinn:
 Isn’t that why we signed with OCW? I mean that is why I left Las Vegas I wanted something more. I felt I was destined for greatness.

Quinn pauses for a moment and looks at Stixx.

Riley Quinn:
 I will admit you put up a great fight outside there tonight but if my memory serves me right we are from two different sides of the track.

Riley Quinn: You were given everything in your life while I had to work for whatever I got. Maybe you don’t remember me from Las Vegas but I remember you and all your “so-called” friends always in limousines sipping on champagne and partying it up.

Riley Quinn: So what changed? Why are you being nice to me now Cheryl? What is in it for you?

Quinn looks at Stixx with a bit of a smirk on her face as she awaits an answer.

Cheryl Stixx:
 Oh c’mon girl, please… Don’t get bitter, get better! You had to work for everything that you have, I didn’t… so what? We ended up in the exact same place, destined to do the exact same thing: dominate.

Quinn nods in agreement with Stixx. As she spoke, Cheryl sounded like she was almost mocking, which showed her indifference to Riley's humble origins. 

Cheryl Stixx:
 If my lifestyle offends you and you think that you’re too good for people like me, we might have an obstacle that keeps me from offering you what I have to offer… 

Cheryl Stixx: And, for the record, I’m not being nice to you because I think that I need your support. I don’t. But I am being kind enough to share my plans with you because I feel that you’re worth it. 

Riley Quinn: I am MORE than worth it. But next time you mock me I will drop you where you stand.

Quinn smiles at Cheryl as you can tell by the tone in her voice she is joking around.

Cheryl Stixx: So, are you going to stop being a crybaby because “life wasn’t kind enough to you” and listen to what I have to say, or not…?

Riley Quinn: Fine give me your pitch … 

Cheryl Stixx: I have some people coming to OCW, I can’t tell you who right now, but the point is: we’re planning to steal the show. Since I got here I feel that things should be different, they’re praising the wrong people and putting the good ones down. 

Riley Quinn: Keeping secrets until you can fully trust me huh? Yeah what else is new that is life the workers work while the slackers slack.

Cheryl Stixx: You probably know how I feel about Flojo right now, right? That talentless tomboy has been getting in my way and distracting the crowd from real talents like us, Riley! And let’s be real, it’s epidemic… Have you seen the women’s roster? We need to make our voices heard, we have to do something now so we can shine forever!

Riley Quinn: FloJo is all hype and that will die down soon. I wouldn’t worry to much about her as I have a feeling you are going to humiliate her just like the dog she is. I am pretty sure if you get her a leash she would be comfortable wearing it to the ring. 

Quinn and Stixx both laugh at that last comment about FloJo before Riley continues.

Riley Quinn:
 As far as the roster here I am not impressed as I feel like I am watching paint dry. No one really stands out to me. Sure you have Madison Cox but the only reason people know her know is because of Dennis Black. Eye candy who can’t wrestle in the ring seems to be what the roster is here. I agree it is time for a change and we are the women who can change it for the better.

Cheryl Stixx: Ok, great! But listen, it’s the last time you talk shit about Madison… I like her, for some reason. But yeah, I’m happy to know that we’re on the same page. So, are you ready to steal the show…?

Riley Quinn: Born ready. The way I look at it is you are either with us or against us. Las Vegas is about to take over OCW and liven this place up a bit.

Camera cuts to the next scene as Quinn and Stixx continue to talk amongst themselves.

The camera pans to the announce team.

Wait WHAT!!!!

Oh boy, the Ladies of OCW need to look out those two are some Pretty Mean......Sisters!

Things had changed at the Roadhouse. It was still a dookie shoe hole, but a Dookie Shoe Hole with improvements. The giant gap in the ceiling had been patched and the broken windows covered with blue tarp.

Sawdust covered the ground where the bar was being rebuilt. Most tables were covered in a thick grime, almost every stool was broken, but there was beer, some hard liquors, a few of those funny little umbrellas, and molded limes. 

Ashley Blain had stolen most of the alcohol, and most of the handy work had been handled by the local homeless population in exchange for the moldy limes, and a few shots. 


The work was shit, but cheap. Her funding partner was a frugal asshole. 

Her first paying customers had not been intending to visit. A baseball bat, and harsh words had prompted a stuttering family of four tourist to visit. The kids played roll the cue ball across the table while the parents overpaid for warm Coronas. They didn’t tip, but it was a start. 


Not long after a few more people had stumbled in. They were looking for cocaine, and left with a bag of powdered sugar after paying double the street value. Customers nonetheless. A week after the grand opening the first OCW wrestler had stumbled in. 
She recognized him, Raiden Hayes. 


He was hunched over the bar coddling his Budweiser bottle. She took pity on him and slid another beer down the bar to him. He wasn’t paying attention and the beer smacked into him. 

Hayes: What the hell, bitch?

Blain’s eyes went wide and she stalked down the bar in a huff. Raiden wasn’t exactly the biggest guy, and Blain had definitely been doing some curls lately. So she wasn’t going to be told off like that. 

Blain reached down behind the bar and brought up a baseball and slammed it down on the wooden counter: Do we have a problem?

From the office emerged Thomas Archer.

Archer: Wigless-17, cease and desist. Violent transgressions against paying customers shall see you returned to the streets from whence you came, and don't try telling me you're a woman. Taking that dead rat off of your head and having a shower does not give you a va-jay-jay. When Austin comes, send him in.


Blain slides another beer down to Hayes, this one with her own secret sauce. 


Austin Lee storms into the bar, not even acknowledging Blain and walks straight behind the bar and into the back. 

He walks into the office where Archer has made himself at home, puffing a cigar and sipping on Scotch, on the rocks. Archer takes a gulp and motions to Lee.

Archer: Have a seat! Not literally, they cost money.

Austin eyes the crazy rich man as he sits down.

Archer: So what can I do you for? I see Archer merchandise is through the roof. Well, Invictus stuff is, but it's all about Archer anyway. Triple A… Do you think a name like that could catch on? Wait…

He pushes a buzzer.

Archer: Start working on “Triple A” t-shirts.

The buzzer clicks off and Archer leans forward, clasping his hands in front of him.

Archer: So… What do you want Austin?

Austin leans back in the chair as he kicks his feet up on the desk.

Austin: Nothing at all just with nothing interesting going on with Turmoil I figured I would just entertain myself over here. 

Austin: They typically frown upon me getting bored over there for some reason. It's almost like they think I care or something and would go out of my way to entertain myself. 

Austin: Hit that button for me.

Click.

Austin begins to yell at the speaker: Send in a Jack Daniels Ash… Not a glass the whole bottle let's cut out the middle man. 

Austin: Now since we are talking about merchandise a little birdie told me that you and I need to have a conversation about a certain trademark you now own…. 

Austin: To think an entitled gentleman such as yourself would go to such levels to steal Invictus from me...

A bottle of Jack Daniels comes flying in. It crashes against the wall with a resounding crack. Precious liquid spilled everywhere. 

Blain:
 F**k off. 

Archer ignores the outburst with a smile.

Archer:
 My dear Austin, it's not stealing… I merely acquired the trademark through legal means, I even paid the registration fee. It's not my fault if your business practices are less than… Marvellous.

Austin: Ha. It's not my fault if I decide to pay some respects to Sidberg and powerbomb you through this desk.

Archer: But I digress, you let your trademark expire, and I saw an opportunity, I took it and now I am set to reap the benefits. However, as a token of good will, the trademark on “B-17” expires in about twenty minutes time.

Archer reaches into a drawer and retrieves a laptop which he slides in Austin's direction.

Archer: The purchase information is all ready to go, all you would have to do is change the name, if not… Then I'll be happy to take it off your hands.

Austin: I will trade you the Bingo trademark for Invictus and another bottle of whiskey, since I see the new guy behind the bar is kind of a dick and broke my bottle.

Austin types in his information onto the computer and purchases the B-17 trademark.

Archer: I'm afraid the Invictus trademark is not up for negotiation, but I'll give you a bottle of whiskey as a token of friendship.

At that, Archer goes back into the drawer, this time retrieving a bottle of Glenfidditch which he slides across, the cap is sealed.

Archer:
 It's old. Not as old as RD Money, but it's old.

The camera pans to the announce team.

That's a lot of booze!

Don't let Betty Ford find this place!

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