
B17 stumbled back to catering after his grueling title match with Bill Ding. He wheezed to catch his breath and gingerly poked at his his ribs. The doctors had offered to look at him, but he didn’t know how to say “No insurance” in Mongolian so he had shoved them away.
 Duct tape   was the answer, but the answer was nowhere to be found. Instead he   removed a silly looking scarf from a passing lady. She didn’t even   notice. He wrapped it firmly around his abdomen and plopped onto the   floor. 
                      
                  A nearby TV was playing a OCW Special previewing The Clash. B17 had   demanded to see The Clash live, apparently that was impossible, although   the exact reasons for it were still fuzzy to him…
                  
                  Ding walks up behind B17 and gives him a jolly slap on the back.
                  
                  B17: My ribs!
                    
                    Ding: I think tha folks here enjoyed that!! You a strange fella…   sure,  yo’ nose is a little biiiig, yo’ hair a little wiiiild, yo’ smell   a little… ooof... but guess you alright. I haven't forgotten what   happened last year with you and #Austin and mahself, but I suppose   anybody steppin’ across international waters and into a foreign ring   with me in the name of the belt is worth some credit. 
                    
                    B17 tries to breathe, but struggles.
Ding: See ya back at Turmoil? 
Ding takes Bingo’s silent spasms as an answer and dances off whistling a tune. 
Finally B17 catches his breath: Wait! How am I supposed to get home! 
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                      Wait how is he going to get back?  | 
                    
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                      I don't know Boat Uber!  | 
                    
The Camera Pans To The Ramp!
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                      Oh my god!  | 
                    
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                      WE HAVE A MATCH!!!  | 
                    
The scene opens with Showblitz reunited backstage, celebrating   Cheryl's victory over Flojo. With the exception of Danny, who was   preparing for his fight later, they all drank the champagne that Cheryl   had brought from Vegas with her to celebrate special occasions, an Ace   of Spades Rose bottle probably stolen from her father.
                        
				    Cheryl: Family, I am so thankful for you all. I wish Danny was here.
                    
                    Riley: Girley you made that look easy ...So happy someone finally put her in her place.
                    
                    Gene: She was stuck, didn't know what to do. I swear she was   dizzy from seeing Showblitz heavy outside the ring!!! I  can't wait to   put these paws on her plaid wearing a**...She was dressed in character   for that lumberjack!! 
                    
                    Laughter consumes ShowBlitz members….
  
    Riley: Yes, girl--we did the damn thang! Held ours down...That's how Showblitz does…
    
    Cheryl: You all were amazing, I felt so much energy in the ring. I can't say how much I love you girls. 
    
    Gene: Yeah Yeah just as long as you let me take selfies with that belt you about to have soon enough!! 
    
    The trio start to laugh together.
  
    Cheryl: Look we still have a lot of work to do---What happened with that Cassidy chick Riley?
    
    Gene sighs…then mumbles...boring b****** kill me...
  
    Riley: She caught me with some cheap shots and the smell of her   upper lip was throwing me off. She needs to invest in some super duper   douche. It was just an off night---but we gonna get revenge!
    
    Gene: Oooohh I like revenge...Ready to buss some heads!! 
    
    Cheryl: Look, we have the opportunity to be great, but we gotta make sure we are making the right moves. Power Moves Only!! 
    
    Gene and Riley dap up Cheryl and agree...
  
    Cheryl: Ok so we gotta hold my boy Danny down….He fights later so we   should try to make him feel as awesome as possible… Dennis is an   amazing wrestler and I kinda fear for Danny. So let’s focusing on   cheering him up. 
    
    Gene: Giiiirl Danny kicked some ass the other day. I was rooting for my boy heavy!!---Dennis Black is one fine----
    
    Cheryl looks at Gene and says CAPO???-- Gene stops herself…
  
    Gene mumbles to herself: I wonder if his peen black?!?
    
    Cheryl and Riley bust out laughing….
  
    Riley: Ahem!! Anyways--moving on Gene---yah Danny gets it in----And that jumpsuit he is wearing is giving me life….
    
    Gene busts out laughing and Cheryl does as well
  
    Cheryl: Gene stop making me laugh..
    
    Gene: Guurl you think he packing in that suit?? 
    
    The team busts into laughter and heads out to support Danny… 
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                      Excited all around!  | 
                    
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                      Danny Boyd has a hell of an oppourtunity tonight!  | 
                    
O'Donnell is backstage walking around after his match with OCW   Television Champion Seb Abbott. For a defeated man he looks to be in   good spirits as he notices the camera he begins to speak to the viewing   audience. 
                      
CJ O'Donnell: I should have never hesitated. I had Seb out of his   element. He was backpedaling and I could not capitalize on the   opportunity. Even after all the attacks and mind games, you played with   me Abbott I gave you a run for your money. I saw the look in your eyes   you were scared you weren't leaving The Clash as Television Champion.
A smirk comes across the face of the young Irish competitor.
CJ O'Donnell: I may have come up short tonight but this is only the   beginning. I will get another opportunity and next time I will make sure   I leave the victor. The only question that remains is what should I do   next. Stay tuned because it is time for this rookie to make an impact in   OCW ...
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                        The right kind of attitude!  | 
                      
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                        Next time might be a whole different outcome!  | 
                      


			        Bad Company  vs Disciples of Pain 
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                        They did it!  | 
                      
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                        Why yes they have!  | 
                      
The show comes back from commercial, the ring has been decorated for the   upcoming nuptials,  Blackbeard's banner is hung from the rafters above   the ring, like a massive sail, the vicar is stood on one side of the   ring, book in hand, and Blackbeard himself is stood dead centre of the   ring, cutting a dashing figure of a groom, dressed head to toe in white,   his usually fearsome beard trimmed and brushed to perfection, decorated   with small silver skulls, his leather boots, gleaming in the ,light,   having never seen the top of a deck, or the harshness of the sea air,   smoking a long cigar to celebrate the occasion, as he awaits the arrival   of his bride.
                        
                        Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, please rise and show your respect for the ceremony and wedding of the parties of Teach and bride.
                        
                        Blackbeard mutters to the vicar.
                        
                        Blackbeard: If I'm honest, I'm a little nervous...I just hope she shows up.
                        
                        He looks at the vicar and begins to sarcastically laugh, suddenly the   sound system explodes to life and the bridal march begins booming   around the arena.
                        
                        Blackbeard: Ahhhh...my queen arrives.
                        
                        All the focus of the arena is on the stage, after a couple of   minutes, just as Blackbeard is beginning to become impatient, Long John   Silver emerges onto the ramp, a rope in hand, that extends out of sight   through to the back.
                        
                          He salutes Blackbeard. who nods in return, and then gives the rope a   quick pull, and out stumbles Pyra, awkwardly on her feet, her hands   bound by the rope, a gag across her mouth, wearing a dirty white dress,   and some cheap, flowered headband has been placed in her hair.
  
                          Silver continues to awkwardly drag her towards the ring, as the boos   from the arena begin to get louder and louder, Pyra is fighting every   step of the way.
  
                          Eventually, after the most awkward arrival of a bride ever witnessed,   Silver and Pyra enter the ring, Silver walks over to Blackbeard and   hands him the rope.
  
  Blackbeard looks at Pyra.
  
  Blackbeard: See..and ye didn't think you'd have anyone te give ye away.
  
  Blackbeard and Silver mockingly laugh at her. 
  
    Blackbeard pulls her close using the rope, tosses his cigar on the   ground, and plants a long, lingering kiss on her forehead, to which she   recoils in disgust.
  
  Blackbeard: Vicar, ye may continue.
  
  The boos from the crowd are at fever pitch.
  
  Vicar: Very well....Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today,   in the presence of all these witnesses, to celebrate the love between   Mr.Teach and Pyra.
  
  Blackbeard coughs.
  
  Blackbeard: Ahem.....Mary..it be Mary.
  
  Pyra mumbles something but it is inaudible beneath the gag.
  
  Vicar: Apologies...between Mr.Teach and Mary.
  
  Vicar: We are here to join these two together, in holy matrimony,   which is an honourable estate instituted in the time of man's   impediment.
  
  Vicar: I see that you have written your own vows Mr.Teach..please, go ahead.
  
  Blackbeard clears his throat and removes a piece of paper from his inner jacket pocket.
  
  Blackbeard: I, Edward Teach, do promise to take ye, Mary, as me   heart, me soul, me good wench with a stout right hook, the bright dawn   of each new day, and the soft bosom of each long night, I promise to   love ye, pretend to listen to ye when ye be upset, I will love thee   through scurvy, through fire, I promise not te blame ye when the rum is   gone, to never make ye sleep on the floor when I bring home a busty   wench, and if ye ever steal me treasure , I promise to gut ye like the   thieving whore blaggard that ye be exposed to be, my love.
  
  The vicar casts him a very strange look.
  
  Vicar: Do you, Mary, take Mr.teach as your lawful, wedded   husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health, til the plank   walketh ye?
  
  Pyra begins to scream and curse muffled words under her gag,   furiously shaking her head from side to side, Blackbeard grabs the back   of her head with his left hand, and places his right hand tightly over   her face.
  
  Blackbeard [In a girl voice] : Of course I do, he is the moon to my stars.
  
  He forces her head to nod up and down.
  
  Vicar: Very well then, if any person here present, can show any   just cause as to why these two shouldn't be joined together, speak now,   or forever hold your tongue.
  
  The vicar motions with open arms around to the crowd, as the arena   rains boos down on them, Blackbeard also glances around the arena as   Pyra struggles to break free from the ropes, but Blackbeard has an iron   grip on them and the effort is fruitless.
  
  Blackbeard: Please continue.....
  
  Vicar: I now pronounce you, man and........
  
  'WAIT!!!!!!!'
  
  Blackbeard spins round to focus on the source of the voice, coming   from the stage, only to be faced by Vincent Winters, stood there waiving   his arms.
  
  Winters: WAIT!!!!
  
  Blackbeard grows visibly angry at the sight of Winters.
  
  Blackbeard: WHAT DO YE WANT!! I'LL KILL YE FOR RUINING OUR SPECIAL DAY!!!
  
  Winters: Actually...Blacky......I'm here to make it even more special for you...I have a little wedding gift for you.
  
  Winters motions back to the entrance behind him and waves his arms,   after a few moments, a woman appears on the stage next to Winters, to   cheers of the crowd.
  
  Blackbeard: Connie? is that you?
  
  Connie Cutlass: Yes Bones, it's me, I'm here baby.
  
  She slowly makes her way down to the ring and enters, she cautiously makes her way over to Blackbeard.
  
  Connie: Oh Bones, I thought I'd never see you again, I missed you so much.
  
  He releases his grip on the rope holding Pyra as he steps towards   Connie, Pyra takes the chance and slips into the corner behind the vicar.
  
  Blackbeard places a soft hand on Connie's cheek.
  
  Blackbeard: Connie...I....I.....thought ye were dead.........
  
  Connie: I know my darling, but I'm here...now, with you, leave this place with me, and leave this all behind.
  
  Blackbeard: But...but..I saw ye go overboard...I thought ye were dead.
  
  Connie: Don't worry about that now...I'm alive...and.....
  
  She places 2 hands on her stomach.
  
  Connie: And your baby is alive.
  
  Blackbeard: My what?
  
  Connie: Bones, I'm pregnant..You're going to be a father.
  
  Blackbeard looks into her eyes, and sees her tears welling up, and   for a moment his gaze begins to soften, he rubs his hand down her cheek.
  
  Blackbeard: Before we go, I must confess something to ye.
  
  Connie: Yes my love?
  
  His eyes turn hard and cold as a wicked smile crosses his face,   exposing his scattered gold teeth, he grabs a hard handful of her hair,   making her wince backwards in pain.
  
  Blackbeard: Who do ye think pushed you overboard and left ye for dead ye filthy whore!!!!!
  
  She gasps in shock at his revelation as Blackbeard raises his other   hand and backhand slaps her, hard, across the face, knocking her to the   ground and cutting her lip.
  
    He screams ate her...'TETS!' and then spits on her.
  
    The crowd are going insane, booing and shouting obscenities towards the ring.
  
    Blackbeard spins on his heels back to face the vicar.
  
  Blackbeard: Finish this!! NOW!!!
  
  Winters: Wait...wait..I've got 1 more gift for you.
  
  Blackbeard turns back round to face him.
  
  Blackbeard: I grow tired of your shenanigans, boy!
  
  Winters: Just give me 2 seconds, then I will let you marry your 'love'.
  
  He runs off backstage, as Blackbeard is growing visibly more   impatient and angry, after a few moments he comes back into sight,   pushing a chair, with a man tied to it, wrists and feet tied to the   chair and a sack over his head, the man is naked apart from his   underwear and socks.
  
  Blackbeard: What is this nonesense?? This trick has already been done remember.
  
  Winters holds up a finger, to motion for a moment as he removes the   sack from the man's head, he removes a gag from the man's mouth, and the   man gasps for air, his glasses all steamed up and his hair all   dishevelled.
  
  Winters: My good man, please tell Mr.Teach who you are.
  
  The man coughs a few times, and squints for a moment as his eyes are re-adjusting to the light.
  
  Man: M....my..my name is James White, Reverend James White, and I was supposed to be conducting the Teach/Mary wedding.
  
  Winters begins to howl with wicked laughter over the microphone, as   Blackbeard's eyes widen in shock and disbelief, the hair's on the back   of his neck standing on end as his brain ponders at 1000mph what is   unfolding behind him, without even turning round he begins to shout.....
  
  Blackbeard: RELEASE THE KRA.....MMMMMMMPH 
  
  A hand grabs and covers his mouth from behind, shutting him down mid sentence. 
  
    The 'vicar' appears beside him,gripping him by the scuff of the neck and hisses straight in his face, exposing a pair of fangs.
  
  Crowe: Not this time.....'Captain'.

