#Austin Lee looks out into the OCW universe, a smile growing across his face as he picks up a microphone.
#Austin: First off I never thought I would be in this situation so if you all could bare with me as I do my best to shed some light on what's going on….
#Austin tilts his head down, taking a deep breath before looking back up.
#Austin: Turmoil 200 I suffered a concussion in my match with B 17, this isn't to throw shade at him or some angle I am trying to build, and I was told by the medical team I needed to take some time off and recover.
#Austin: But I decided to not listen to the medical staff as nothing was going to keep me from fighting from being in one of the main events of Wrestlution….
#Austin: I barely passed my medical evaluation to be allowed to compete and just so happens I suffered another head injury. Forcing me to sit out on the sidelines as I was the CCW Champion.
#Austin: Test after test after test I was told I am not cleared to compete…I walked into Savage Lands with my mind set on defending my Worlds Title and just riding off into the sunset. But somehow I made it through the match with no injury…
#Austin: Or at least I thought as much….
#Austin: To OCWs credit they did the right thing and pulled me from Turmoil and sent me to a specialist to give me the treatment I need and to talk sense into me stepping away. But I'm hard headed I tell the Doctor all I want is one more night…One more night where I get to be the #Notorious Austin Lee.
#Austin: I wanted that one night so bad I did something I am ashamed of and forced the doctor to clear me for one night so I could step away on my own terms...
#Austin: So I gave you all everything I had at Summercide, pushed myself to the absolute limit knowing no matter the outcome I would have to retire….
#Austin: I decided if I was going out it wasn’t going to be in some chicken shit way I was going to go out on my own sword giving my all for you people.
#Austin cracks a smile again as he listens to the crowd cheering for him
#Austin: So from the bottom of my heart I want to say thank you all for your support, rather you loved or hated me.
#Austin: This chapter of my life will always mean so much to me…. But as one chapter ends another begins…
#Austin: #Notorious is no more ladies and gentlemen you are now looking at #Turmoils New Number 1 Announcer and Fite TVs network consultant for all things Turmoil.
#Austin: Now before I step away to the best seat in the house, I just have one thing left to say
#Austin: This is not the end, this is just the beginning of my career…
#Austin Lee throws the microphone down, looking out into the crowd 1 last time as he takes the moment in before heading to his seat at the announce desk.
Welcome to Turmoil! Welcome to our new partner and to a great season!
This is one hell of a way to kick things off.
Welcome to Turmoil’s Tribute to #Austin Lee...
Ty Sparks vs Hijo De Mistico
The camera pans to the announce team.
That's one way to end things.
Some one has win.
And sometimes we all lose.
Having seen the match event card for tonight, we close in on an unusually decorated locker room door, labeled “Community Occupied”. Inside, the mastermind himself, Bingo, The Anime Prince, Bray, Mr. Normie Holocaust, Nic Beta Max, along with Flojo and Ace are gathered around in a circle of chairs. Ace munches on donuts near the outside of the circle.
B17: Okey, first off. No donuts in The Community. None! They make you fat. I need you all thin and beautiful. And clean shaven! Nothing sexier than a clean shaved man...and women, for that matter!
Ace glares at Bingo, but throws the box of donuts off to the side.
B17: Good. Good. Tonight marks the start of a very special journey. I will be honest with you. I don’t expect everyone to survive this journey, but your sacrifice will make us stronger. And along the way we will experience dangerous perils, horrific odds, and a general lack of interest from male fans ages 31-51. Flojo, we’re gonna need to see more boob to get that demographic back on our side. Ace, less crazy, more sparkle.
Bray coughs, but doesn’t interject, instead he just raises his eyebrows.
B17: But those are long term plans, can’t just all fall into a time portal thingy and pop out completely different. So we need to build some team unity so that we can help each other succeed. Therefore I invented a game we can play to all learn a bit more from each other. It’s called Truth or Bingo!
Nic Beta Max: Um…
B17: Yes, washboard abs, you can go first.
Beta: Umm...truth?
B17: Do you think my legs are too small, should I spend more time doing squats?
Beta: Uh… I think they’re very… lean?
B17: Very observant. Ok, Bray, your turn.
Bray: The Anime Prince selects truth.
B17: Would you have preordered OCW 2K19 if it came with free anime?
Bray: Absolutely not. The Anime Prince demands his anime officially licensed, not some corner stop shop. He wants his anime treasured. He wants his anime-
B17: Ok, Ace. I have a dare for you. I dare you to stop glaring me, ok? Sound good? Great!
Flojo: I don’t think that’s gonna happen.
Ace leans forward and growls at the two. Bray intervenes, placing a firm hand on her shoulder.
Bray: I’ll get you some goodies later, alright?
She immediately perks up, sitting back in her chair.
Flojo: Fat free?
Ace: [angry broken Japanese]
Ace launches herself over the the short space to strangle Flojo. Bray quickly intervened and attempts to pull Ace off of Flojo. Beta jumps to his feet and starts to panic.
FloJo: Get off me, maggot!
B17 throws his hands up and starts screaming: THIS IS A SAFE PLACE, THIS IS A SAFE PLACE!
FloJo stands to her feet begins to brush herself off, immediately yelling at B17 afterwards.
FloJo: There are no safe spaces here in OCW!
The group falls silent, staring right into FloJo’s soul.
FloJo: ...What?
Beta: This is a safe place, FloJo!
Flojo: ...Sorry.
Beta: …This is a terrible idea, Bingo.
B17: FloJo, your turn.
FloJo: Hm… truth.
B17: What do you think of Ace?
FloJo turns her way.
FloJo: I think she’s a-
Within seconds, Ace is inches from FloJo’s face, a smile creeping upon her face.
FloJo: Uh… Bray!?
Bray: The Anime Prince wants to know your answer.
FloJo: I think… your sister is a wonderful, kind, loving… individual.
Satisfied, Ace wraps her arms around FloJo in a sisterly embrace.
Ace: Apology… ACCEPTED!
FloJo: ...Kill me.
B17: Fascinating… I’ve got a good feeling about you guys.
Bray: The Anime Prince agrees. It feels like we’re family already!
FloJo: Yeah… family.
The camera fades out on FloJo’s distressed expression.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Cort sighting backstage?
I thought you meant something else.
Me too, and I was going to ask how you found out about it.
As Turmoil continues, we find ourselves with the new Pride Champion, Cort Marshall. He’s sporting his entrance attire of a Denim jacket and patterned sunglasses over his ring gear.
Cort: So you haven’t seen him?
Employee: No sir, not since the last Riot.
Cort takes off the PRISTINE--I mean totally normal American flag sunglasses, rubs his eyes and mutters an expletive under his breath.
Cort: And nobody else has heard anything, not Sensation, not Malu…
The employee shakes his head.
Employee: Nobody. He’s booked for 514, your best bet is then.
Cort: This isn’t like him… he’s usually here to watch the matches, learn strategies, or just hang out in the back… I’m worried, man.
The employee puts his hands up.
Employee: Not much I can do.
Cort spins the sunglasses around in his hand.
Cort: Well, thanks anyway. If you’ll excuse me…
He glances to the gold balanced on his shoulder, and places the sunglasses back on his face. The camera zooms in to show the stars-and-stripes pattern.
Cort: I’ve got an entrance to make.
*****
Stacy Clark: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest, Ashley Blain.
Blain nods.
Clark: Blain, you’ve gotten quite a bit of work lately and it looks like that trend is going to continue. Can you tell us what your goals are for the season.
Blain just glares at Clark: I don’t want to talk about goals. You know why I don’t want to talk about goals? Because OCW doesn’t care about the goals of women in OCW, they care about if they look pretty enough to be on their posters. I could tell you that I will crush Valkyrie, and I will decimate Flojo, and I will hurt Ashley Moore. But, simply put. I won’t be on their marketing. I won’t get my own commercials, or my own music label. I won’t get pushed to appear in movies.
Clark: Um…
Blain: So that’s why I don’t have a goal. Except one. Every match, every women, especially those bitches that cake on the make up and preach about how their gonna give their hearts for OCW and the fans, I’m gonna make them hurt. I’m gonna blacken their eyes. I’m gonna break their noses, knock out a few teeth. That’s what I’m gonna do. And then after, I'm gonna go relax at The Roadhouse, kick back a few beers and watch the replays, because I'm gonna seeing the misery in their faces.
