Get ready for a night of thrills as Sophia defends her Womens Championship against Chery Stixx!
And in the Main Event a much anticipated matchup between the Pariah of Turmoil Jett Draven and the Former Pariah of OCW B17!
The Camera Pans To The Ramp
The OCW Hall Of Famer let it all sink in. It had been a quite some time since he was in an OCW ring, so the veteran wasn’t about to let the moment go to waste. It was that special time of year, and many could already assume what was on the man’s mind.
RD Money: Uniondale! What it do! Greatness is here.
The fans cheer loudly for the OCW Hall of Famer. Chants of ‘Greatness’ echoed throughout the arena.
Rd Money: But the Whore and The Bore, ain’t. Been a long ass time since I stepped foot between them beautiful white and blue ropes. As they say, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
Rd Money: I’ve gotten older, that’s what’s changed. But what hasn’t is that black don’t crack.
RD Money: Doris and Madi are still annoying as hell. Still entitled. Still putting down the hard working fans of the OCW universe! But what’s changed is that she’s finally letting him hit it, good for you Doris. Let’s all give a round of applause for Doris, y’all!
The camera zooms in on RD pulling down his shades and winking at the camera. The audience briefly laughs at the comment before RD continues. While speaking, he reaches into his back back, pulls out a folder, and waves it from side to side.
Madison: I got them papers, Madi! Life changing papers! Daddy has come home for his mut. Come on out and let old RD pet ya.
With the Turmoil Heavyweight Championship draped over her shoulder and a mic in her hands, Madison slowly paces from one side of the stage to the other. Per the norm, she immediately received a merciless shower of disapproval from those in attendance.
Madison: As much as it pains me to say so, you’re right Mr. Bentley. The more things change, the more they say stay the same.
Madison: The Black King continues to run rough shot over any and all that stand before him. Hall of Famers are still coming out of the woodwork at the start of the year to profit after The Black King carried the company in the new year.
Madison:
And of course...you, Mr. Bentley, have surfaced in the first week of Dennis Black history month.
RD Money: Say what now? Dennis Black history month?
Madison: You want to know what ‘has’ changed, Bentley? Turmoil is no longer a safe place for you people.
RD Money: You people?!
Madison: People like you.
Madison points toward the ring. As the audience boos loudly, the camera pans to different sections of the crowd.
Finally, we spot members of the Crown making their way through different sections of the audience until they hop the barricade and go toward the ring.
RD Money: We’ll ain’t that a bitch? Madi I thought we were cool?
Cort Marshal, Seb, Large Edward, and Christian Shepherd were positioned at each of side of the ring.
Madison: You see, RD. I’m what many would call a forward thinker. There’s nothing that you or anyone else can do to us that I haven’t already predicted. That’s been the key to our success.
Madison: I have eyes everywhere. You don’t think I heard about your little visit with Malu and Nate Ortiz? You don’t think I heard about ‘The Express’?
Bentley slowly removes his watch, his chain, and finally his shirt that was thrown to the audience. There were several whistles for the aging man who was clearly taking performance enhancing drugs.
He waited in the center of the ring, daring for any of The Crown to jump in.
Madison: Settle down, don’t have a heart attack on us. We aren’t going to attack you. We are not common thugs. I just wanted you to see how easily I could have your existence snuffed out.
Madison:
Just ask Colin Bailey, who is probably somewhere eating steak through a straw as we speak.
The camera briefly pans to members of the Crown backing off. Cort Marshall was leading the group up the ramp.
Madison: Last year, Certified Greatness was all about revenge. This year? This year is about making an example. Dennis Black is going to ensure that you never wrestle again.
Madison: I don’t care about whatever is on that contract. You want last man standing? Sure.
Madison:
Cage?
Madison:
EBT card on a pole match?
Madison:
It doesn’t matter!
Madison:
Whatever it is, we accept!
Madison:
You have MY approval as a member of the board. So run along to Mr. Sensation, Ortiz, and Malu. Tell them Dennis Black WILL be in Baltimore on February 25th for Certified Greatness.
Madison: You run along and tell them that on February 2, 2018 at 8:15pm... The Queen of Turmoil approved your death warrant. Off with his head, Dilly Dilly!
The audience replied with ‘Dilly Dilly!’ as the Hall of Famer just smirks while kneeling to pick up the folder. He waves it from side to side as Madison looks on in disgust. Bentley’s theme blares throughout the arena as the scene comes to a close.
The camera pans to the announce team.
It's official! Greatness vs Not Blackness, Round 2!
Oh boy!!!!!
The camera pans to the back as Stacy Clark is with Rust
Cohle.
Stacy Clark : Rust, you revealed last Saturday on Clash Prime that you attacked Jookie Marley few weeks ago on Riot after beating him..
Stacy Clark:
It seems like a lot of people in the back don't see eye to eye with your motivation and what you said.
Stacy Clark:
What do you have to say to these people ?
Rust: Fuck em. If you feel offended, come and say it to my face. Now I have my biggest match yet against Spider. I need to get ready and...
All of a sudden a Chair flies in and hits Rust in the face. Here comes Jookie with a second chair, and starts to beat up the man. Sweet revenge.
Officials steps in to break the situation but Jookie is enraged. He leaves the scene quickly as Rust is left laying, and his match is up next.
The camera pans to the announce team.
That's gon leave a mark!
DAM!
Ryu Matsumoto vs Rust Cohle
The camera pans to the announce team.
Short one!
Thankfully so, looks like someone broke something the Production Truck is having audio problems!
Austin Lee still nursed his emotional wounds from the crippling reality that he had lost control of Invictus to Archer. The actions of of Capo had left him a wreck, drunk and numb to the world around him. Ashley Blain had, at first, refused to serve him, but eventually the tips had begun to pile up. A steady flow of booze kept him on a continuous loop of shots.
The lights began to flicker. Strobe lights, installed recently by Archer, for teen night began to flash in vivid blues, purple, and white.
Lee: What...the...hell?
He looked at Blain who just shrugged and continued wiping down the newly installed mahogany bar.
A frail wispy haired man, who Austin had earlier dismissed as homeless and looking for a place to sleep walked over to the jukebox and spurred into life. A low hum filled the room. It was a tune Lee had heard before. He just couldn't place it: Oh death...oh death.
Lee: Shit.
A voice from the back hallway shouted: WRONG SONG!
The homeless man ran back to the jukebox and punched in a new combo.
A familiar, yet highly annoying beat came on. It certainly fit the strobe lights better...
Voice: FAST FORWARD!
Jukebox: Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry....
Lee stood up in a rage and took his old pool stick , ran over the jukebox, and began to smash it. His constant barrage of fists and pool stick eventually cracked the class. He ripped at the innards until the jukebox failed.
B17 emerges from the back with a cheer. Where this cheer came from was a mystery until B17 held up a cell phone.
B17: What? This was the only way you got cheered during our failed TV Sitcom Pilot...
Lee: Yes, because reminding me about another failed opportunity really “#Jetts” this situation!
Lee makes his way towards B-17, busted pool cue in hand as he attempts to poke whatever is growing off the top of B-17’s hair.
Lee: What the hell is up with the flasher jacket? #Turncoat
B17 begins to unzip himself…
Lee: WAIT! No. Nevermind.
Lee throws the busted pool cue across the bar as it bounces off a window, failing yet again as he was unable to smash the window as the pool cue lays on the ground.
Lee: What are you even doing here? Incase you were too busy traveling the world with your new friend, Archer now owns Roadhouse, I lost yet another chance for a title to some Elvis kid, and I got body slammed through a pool table...that more than likely Archer is going to put on my tab!
Lee: Oh yea plus I loss #Trademark on Invictus!
Lee walk back to his stool and slams his fist down on the bar.
Lee: So please enlighten me, why should I cheer up. Because the way I see it things couldn't get worse for me.
At that moment Karissa comes walking through the bar as she continues the mini obstacle course doing her best not to drop all the glasses again. Only for her to slip on the busted pool cue laying on the floor sending the empty glasses flying across the bar and her to the ground.
Karissa: That one doesn't count…. I'm alright just going to lay here for a bit.
Lee sighs as he pulls 100$ out of his pocket and passes it to Blain. Paying out on the bet that Karissa would make it through the course without breaking anything.
B17 slowly makes his way over to Lee and takes up a stool next to him. He acknowledges Blain with a nod. She returns a finger.
B17: You know, right after the release of Aftershock, I was the hottest actor in Toronto. They loved me. So much. Like so much love. They loved the Bingo. But the good times didn’t last. Soon the dark times came. Did you see Battlefield Earth 2?
Lee: No…
B17: Good. I burned all the copies. And then the really dark times. The C word.
Lee: Cancer?
B17: What? No! Of course not! Critters 3D.
Lee: That is bad…
B17: But I never gave up! Even when that lady sued me! I didn’t quite when I lost my house! I didn’t quit when my park bench got painted that one night and I didn’t know and my last good suit got ruined! I didn’t quit when that family found me showering in their sprinklers! I finished suzzing my ass!
Lee: Wow...Just wow… Look I'm going to bust Capo over the head with a pool cue….Lets just pretend you said none of that
Lee picks up the golden pool cue of entitlement as he heads for the door.
