We go backstage, the camera is shaky, moving at pace. Heavy breathing can be heard as it's operator is running, the camera following a trail of blood on the floor.
Eventually he has to slow down, the trail leading directly to the first aid unit. Muffled noises can be heard inside, and he enters just in time to hear a sickening crack.
We see Archer gripping the side of a chair, teeth gritted against a belt in his mouth. His body is covered with blood, the source appearing to be his face.
Doctor: Okay mister Archer, we've done the best we could here, we'll need to move you to hospital for the rest. An ambulance is on the way.
Archer: Ambulance? My insurance covers instant translocation. Where's the pod?
Doctor: We… We don't have that technology, in fact no one does. It hasn't been created yet.
Archer: I'm certain I've seen it, don't those RIOT boys have it?
Doctor: I think you watched Dragonball Z, the main character literally uses what you just said.
Archer: Wrong! Beam me up Scotty.
Archer waits for something to happen, nothing obviously does. He winces and clutches at his recently broken nose.
Archer: Why did he move? My poor face, no, it's not poor… My rich face is in distress.
On the floor lies the Pride title still in its case, Archer leans and picks it up, holding the hidden championship in front of himself.
Archer: Finally… Invictus has all the power, I am the Pride of Turm…Ow. Damn it.
Archers nose starts gushing blood again and be drops the title in dismay.
Archer: Turn that camera off!
Doctor: Your ambulance is here.
Archer: Turn it off, or you're fired!
The camera abruptly shuts off, the poor staff member believing the threat.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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For the love of pete! |
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SURVIVAL OF THE FATTEST, HE HAS THE PRIDE CHAMPION-SHIP, AND MONEY, AMBLULENCES AND, REALLY GOOD HEALTH INSURANCE TO, WE ARE THE NEW AMERICANAAAAAAA..... |
The show is nearly over, and the odd group of Cort, Shep and The Steve are ⅓ sloshed. Guess who’s the third.
Cort: Woooweeee hooolyyy shiiittt. THat was a fuckin MATCH. I mean, like, did you see that guy? Do the flippy do? And… I coulda sworn he was ded for a sec. But he wuzzn’t! Which is good. Because I don’t wanna be in the building for THAT announcement. "Soorry, fannns, Icarus flew too close to the sun and ate SHIT on a chair, show’s over, go home fuckerzzzz…"
Cort throws his cup against the wall and nearly falls over before Shep catches him.
Shep: Man, why do I have to watch you like a child sometimes? I feel like an unpaid nanny.
Cort: Nanny? Who’s your fuckin’ nanny? I’m your nanny, ammericuh.
The Steve chuckles.
The Steve: Maybe they’ll reconsider the free alcohol clause. The Steve thinks he might have impacted the yearly budget…
Cort: Budgets are a jewish connnzpirazzy.
The Steve: The Steve, on the other hand, can take his liquor.
Cort: Yeah, yeah, big man, go on and gloat allyawant. But… I gotta give it to ya… ya’s pretty good… at the RAZZLE.
The Steve: A compliment?
Cort: Everybody gets ONE. But y’know… I just can’t stand gettin’ showed up. Everybody’s gonna be talkin’ about all that shit. Nobody got time for Cort ‘n’ Steve havin’ a good old fashioned match! Cornette woulda loved us, dammit! I don’t wanna be no footnote…
Shep: Hey, hey, you won the match, yeah?
Cort: But it didn’t blow nobody’s ballz off! And I wanna be the guy who… no… nevermind that sentenz…
The Steve: The Steve knows what you mean. That hunger for the limelight… the universal dream. The Steve was filled with ambition, once. Now he’s mostly filled with back pain and fibre cereal.
Cort: But that’s booooollllshet. We’ve got the stones! We can show all these flying bastards what a match can be without all that! Whaddaya say… you wanna go again?
The Steve: The Steve isn’t sure it’s a good idea to challenge people to matches while drunk… but The Steve will think about it.
Shep: Is this happening? Shit, it’s like I’m watching a superhero movie where the two guys who annoy each other bond at the end!
Cort: Do not. Make this. Gayyy.
Cort bends over and almost pukes.
Shep: Oookay, sport, I think it’s time to get you a cab. Preferably with a smooth driver…
He cocks his head at The Steve.
Shep: I hope he wasn’t TOO much of a hassle.
The Steve shakes his head.
The Steve: Trust me, with the people The Steve has met over the years in OCW… they make your tag partner look like a good catholic.
Shep grimaces.
Shep: That bad?
The Steve laughs.
The Steve: Maybe The Steve will tell you about it sometime. Over a beer. Or two. And not 50.
He nods over at Cort, who’s stumbling ahead into the parking garage.
Cort: "I been a rebel since 1966," he sez… but the fucker who sung it ain’t even that old… I fuckin’ hate pop muzikk…
Shepherd nods at The Steve.
Shep: Alright, man. Good meeting you.
The Steve: The Steve reciprocates.
With that, they part ways. But maybe not for the last time?
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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Wait just a minute! |
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I LIKE IT! |
B-17 vs AUSTIN LEE*
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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I cannot belive what I just saw! |
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Well you better belive it! |
AMAZING WRITING JOB GUYS!
I am so very proud of everyone who chipped in. When this was just an idea put forth by Jacob Trance to bring back Turmoil with a PS4 Division I could never imagine that we would make it to 200 Episodes. While it hasn't been a smooth ride you guys have gone above and beyond. And with the dust settled Turmoil is no exactly where it needs to be, wether it is the Low Card, Mid Card, or Main Event Scene! It ain't perfect but ya'll did it.
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED
THIS IS TURMOIL!
-JCS