As Seb celebrated in the ring it was cut short as the music for Ginger hit and the intern walked out mic in hand.
The crowd cheered for the intern as he interrupted Seb’s celebration. The television champion was less than pleased with this invasion.
Ginger: Well that monkey seems to be off your back, how does it feel to retain the title you rightfully didn’t earn?
Seb glowered at the intern and bared his teeth while taking a few steps towards Ginger.
Seb: I should break you in two for interrupting me.
Abbott was now standing over Ginger, Shepherd was now in the ring and trying to force his way in between the two men.
Shepherd: Yo this man just brutalised that kid, and you think it’s right to be out here slinging shade?
Shepherd pointed at the fallen rookie and Ginger looked down.
Ginger: Ahh is he going to be ok?
Seb walked to the rookie and kicked him in the ribs a few times before picking him up and throwing him to ringside like it was nothing.
Seb laughed: Not for a few days ha ha ha.
The medical team came out and trolley’d CJ away from ringside.
Ginger: Was that necessary? He was already hurting, you possibly punctured a lung with that throw..
Seb grabbed Ginger like a Tasmanian grabs a blood relative and pulled him in.
Seb: I don’t care if I hurt him, I’m still Turmoils TV Champion. And I plan on being champ for a long while.
Seb let go of Ginger and turned to retrieve his belt from his hoes, who were both polishing it.
Ginger: Well I want to reluctantly congratulate you on your win tonight, long may you reign.
The intern sighed and muttered bloody jerk which his mic picked up and announced to the crowd and the occupants in the ring.
Both Seb and Sheperd spun around and lynched the intern as if he’d sat on the wrong part of the bus, the crowd booed as the pair viciously battered Ginger until the refs flew down the ramp to save him.
Seb shook the refs off and grabbed his title yet again and raised it to the air. As the refs tended to Ginger, Seb walked past with his entourage and spat on the intern before walking up the ramp and backstage. The sound of the crowd violently booing Seb and Shepherd was the last thing Ginger heard as he faded into unconsciousness...
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Sore winner? |
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When you are the champ you need to set an example! |
We rejoin the original Roadhouse crew as the battle for the control of Invictus is about to begin as the Roadhouse Clash party, hosted by Capo, continues in the front of the bar.
Lee: Look all im saying is after this I am trademarking everything I do, Wrestling in a t shirt #TradeMarked, Marvelous boots and custom suits #TradeMarked, Blonde hair and blue eyes #TradeMarked.
Archer: That's not how trademarks work, Austin. Saying words and then shouting “trademark” doesn't mean you've actually trademarked it… However, I am pleased with the schematics for the custom Invictus Pool Table, so much so that it should arrive today. Along with a very special pool stick for myself.
The sound of a heavy vehicle pulling up outside could be heard as Archer looked up, grinning from ear to ear.
The door creaks open as a delivery team enter, three men dealing with the installation quickly go about their work.
Lee: Cue.
Archer: I don't queue, I have fast passes everywhere I go, even Disney World.
Ashley Blain shouts from behind the bar: Oh, how elite of you. Next we will hear is that you’re in a Fitness Protection Program. Faker.
Lee: No, it's a pool cue, not a pool stick.
Archer: Screw the factual term, I have money.
Blain: Borrowed from the bank!
Archer: Desist Wigless-17 or I will book you in a match against Jett!
Austin groans.
Lee: Ash, Jack Daniels… Also #Trademark
Ashley: You want some Daniels? Go pump Capo’s stomach, he bought all the of alcohol left.
Lee: Wait so we own the bar…. Shut up Archer you know what I mean….. Yet because someone not to name any names.
Austin glares at Ashley
Lee: Wasted a bottle by throwing it at me now we are stuck with nothing… No alcohol….
Standing up as he sees a plate of food being served in the other room.
Lee: When did this place put in a kitchen… Seems risky after a drink nearly killed someone last week.
#Austin shrugs as he stands up from his bar stool and heads to the pool table. Picking up the gold plated case on the table, opening it to reveal a custom made golden pool “stick” encrusted with diamonds and sapphires.. As Austin goes to speak but is quickly cut off as Archer snatches the case away from him.
Archer: You can look but you can't touch, this is handmade from the gods above.
Lee: So what am I supposed to use then.
Ashley slams down a busted pool stick that looks like it has somehow survived a few bar fights.
Lee: Wait so I gave to use a busted old stick that has been used more than “They” over their. No offense Ash but just like you I would not touch that thing with about 5 gloves on..
Archer: If you wish to withdraw from the game instead of embarrassing yourself against the money-green blood flowing through my superior veins then so be it.
Lee sighs before he picks the busted stick up and walks over to the table.
Lee: Rack em Bitch.
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It's going down! |
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Will someone give them a bottle of Stillhouse! |
The Xtron Flickers On!
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Oh he ready tonight! |
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It's gon be a FIGHT! |
Previously Recorded
Bill Ding appears on screen with his newly acquired International beau Mei-Ling by his side.
Ding: Your International Daddeh Ding heeeyah, comin to ya alll the way from Yokohama, Japan, in technicolor from tha FUTURE!!! I mean, kinda sorta, not really, but yea… time zones and stuff!
Ding: While most of y’all lovely people are probably home restin’ ya mighty heads, I have been ovah here putting in some prep work, some team work to make tha dream work, ya dig!
Ding: Osaka Pro has been mightay good to a daddeh, presentin’ us with an opportunity we couldn't pass up. Providin’ me with these luxurious traditional Japanese silks that are just caressin’ every nook and cranny of mah skin, oooooo-YAS!
Ding: But don't ya worry, win or lose Ding will be back ta Turmoil city real soon.
Ding tightens the bandana tied around his head.
Ding: Oh and uh… Denny Wanna-B-Black, Madihoe Cux….. Daddeh got his eyes on you two. I gotta couple steamin’ hot Deep Dishes for ya for when I get back.
(Ding raises up one fist after the other)
Ding: One with extra anchovies and one with extra rest-in-pepperonis!!! Time to get ta work!!
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I am picking up what he is putting down! |
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I can dig it! |
Code Terror vs The NEW Drakes
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Man what the hell! |
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Booo! they had this! |
We pan back to the courtroom, where Odessa Ebony is standing ready to call another witness.
Odessa: I’d like to call Tiberius Dupree to the stand as a character witness.
The Golden Galactic Galavanter strides to the witness stand, he’s sworn in on a gold framed picture of himself.
Odessa: In your own words describe the kind of person Ryu Matsumoto is.
Dupree: There are no words to describe the Trash that is Ryu Matsumoto, nor would I claim any ownership of such words. But if I must...I often refer to him as the Time Usurper, the Minute Masochist, the Disgusting Transdimensional Dung Beetle...
He stands up overly passionate, Judge Jones gives him the eye, Tibby sits back down.
Dupree: A Skidmark on the Thong of Time itself. The truth is he should be put down like a rabid chihuahua!
Odessa: That will be all for me.
Buddy Burns and YSL stand up for their cross examination.
The two form an Eiffel Tower with their hands and start gyrating their hips suggestively.
Buddy: I’m gunna cross examine deez nutz all over this bitch.
YSL: Rhyme Tyme coming at you with the double team.
RYU: WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS IS A SEXUAL MISCONDUCT TRIAL! HOW IS THIS HELPING?!
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GET HIM! |
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This is LIBEL this entire case is LIBEL! |