In the hallway Xander has just called out to, not a single man turns around. Whoever this ‘Steve’ is, it appears he doesn’t want to talk to the Rain Wizard.
Of course, he won’t be having any of that.
Xander: *running up to the man apparently named Steve and turning him around by the shoulder* Hey jerk, pay attention will ya? I’ve been calling you from the other end of the hallway forever.
Steve: *looking confused* What are you talking about? My name isn’t Steve.
Xander: *covering the bewildered man’s mouth* Shut. The F*ck. Up. Steve. Not Steve meekly nods his head and Xander drags him into a secluded room, empty save for one man in the corner refusing to make eye contact with Not Steve.
Not Steve: *wide eyed* I-i-isn’t that?
Xander: Huh? Oh, yeah. I guess you two would know each other. This is one of Nate’s refs.
Not Steve: *terrified at this point* WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!?
Xander lunges at Not Steve and punches him square across the jaw. He then grabs him and sits him down against the door, slapping him away from unconsciousness.
Xander: *shaking his head* You need to chill the f*ck out Steve.
Not Steve: A-alright I’m sorry. What do you need though Rane?
Xander grins and lightly slaps Not Steve on the cheek a couple of times.
Xander: Muuuuch better. Anyways, about what I want. *he points down towards Not Steve’s lap.* That.
Not Steve: WHAT?!? I THOUGHT THAT WAS CARTER’S THING YOU DAMN F-
Not Steve was immediately silenced by Rane’s fist smashing into the wall right beside his head.
Xander: *grtting his teeth* Your. Camera. You’re a. Damn. Cameraman. Aren’t. You? Not Steve the apparent cameraman looks down to his side and realized that yes, he is indeed a cameraman.
Not Steve: *wide eyed in realization* Oh okay, sure. I can do that.
The camera pans to the announce team.
This feels like kidnapping!
Definatly kidnapping!
When the cameras are broadcasting live once more, The sound of a closing trunk echoes throughout the parking lot. Madison hops on the trunk and smoothes out the wrinkles in her skirt.
Madison: So this is Riot, eh? Just get your match over with, I'm staying in the car. I feel like we are moments away from getting stabbed or robbed. Have you seen the stuff that goes on here? Madison held her hands out with an expectant look on her face. Dennis complied, handing her the TV title.
Dennis: I think it's pretty cool. It's a big show for OCW. We did the make a wish thing this morning, had a nice lunch. We had a good day, Madison. This is OCW’s flagship show. Tank and I are about to gain Turmoil some more views.
Sophia and an unfamiliar face approach the duo. Madison forced a smile as Sophia hugged her.
Sophia: I'm cleared.
Madison continued to force a smile, clutching on to the title. She turned her attention to the woman wearing a business suit.
Madison: And who is this? An usher? Security? Your mother, perhaps.
The woman held her hand out to shake Dennis’s hand.
Brenda: Brenda Starks, I'll be overseeing the ladies of Turmoil on Mr. Bradley’s behalf. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Black.
Dennis: ...A pleasure, Ms. Starks. There was a long ‘Oooooooh’ from the crowd as Brenda looked to Madison.
Brenda: Getting injured in your first match must have been hard. Wrist better, I'm assuming?
Madison: My wrist is still tender. Keeping the champ relaxed is a full time job.
Dennis: …
Brenda: ……
Sophia: ……….. There was an awkward silence.
Brenda: Well, 'tender' isn't broken. I'm glad to have you back. You'll be competing tonight in a triple threat. Against Wanda, and Sophia. Dennis pats Madison on the back.
Madison: B-but!
Brenda: I'll leave you to it. Make the women of Turmoil and Mr. Bradley proud. I've got a big announcement in store for the next edition of Turmoil.
Brenda walks off and leaves the three wrestlers to talk among themselves.
Sophia: Massages, eh?
Dennis and Madison: …
Scene end
The camera pans to the announce team.
She's cleared!
And she will be competing later tonight!
Camera Pans To The Ramp!
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The music dies down. The crowd spares no mercy in interrupting the superstar with numerous amounts of groans and moans and monotone boos. Bray S. Spur doesn’t seem to be too affected by this reaction.
Bray S. Spur: Now before I’m butchered and blundered with your reckless and meaningless jeering, let me fill you in on a little secret. For the last few weeks I’ve been here in OCW, I’ve developed, well, a sort of a chip on my shoulder. See...
As Bray S. Spur begins to speak, he is interrupted by a light breeze of boos. The few little cheers are immediately drowned out, not throwing off the superstar.
Bray S. Spur: I’ve never sold myself to anything less that I know I’m capable of. I know I’m the Best in the World at what nobody can do right, but it seems as if the OCW locker room doesn’t believe me. [clears throat] And honestly I don’t blame them.
Bray S. Spur:
Considering the fact that every single one of those superstars have never seen or competed against a man like me, it’s completely understandable.
Bray S. Spur:
I am a once in a lifetime person. I’m honest. I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I’ve always busted my ass off to entertain all of you. And when it comes down to it, I can truly be a broken spirit, nicknames aside.
Bray S. Spur:
But it seems like, even after all of those other talent-less wannabes get in this ring and start jumping around like wild animals, you don’t seem to comprehend what I say and do for you people.
The camera pans away from Bray S. Spur, who lowers his microphone. After a brief moment of silence, Bray S. Spur prepares to speak again, but it interrupted by a chant that appears to intimately piss him off.
Crowd: Borrinngg! Borrinngg! Borrinngg!
Bray S. Spur mouths a curse to the crowd, one that would most likely be censored had it been said aloud. The crowd understands what he said and start booing again.
Bray S. Spur:[chuckling] I understand why you do that. Believe me, I do. You tend to underestimate people like me because in the end, when it comes down to a man like me and a man.....
Bray S. Spur walks to the ring ropes and points to a fan in the front row, holding up a “Spurs Suck” sign. The fan notices his brief spotlight and cheers manically at the camera.
Bray S. Spur: Like this idiot in the front row.... when it comes down to it, I will always be everything that you and everyone you love hate in this world. You are the intern, I am the CEO. I am Kawhi Leonard, you are Carmelo Anthony. I am The Game, you are my bitch!
The crowd erupts afterward, full of hatred and vengeance at the comments from the superstar.
The fan holding the sign lowers the sign and gives Bray S. Spur a suggestible hand gesture with his fingers. Bray S. Spur grins as the crowd lowers in volume and raises the mic back to his mouth.
Bray S. Spur: Aside from my below average jokes, I’m not here to cut.... a quote-unquote “generic, dry, bland” promo. I’m here....
Lowering his microphone, Bray S. Spur walks out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from the announcing area. He returns to the ring and unfolds the chair and sits down.
Bray S. Spur: To give the people of OCW a bit of a history lesson, if I can be afforded the time. Lord knows we can barely rent this arena out, much less the time.
Bray S. Spur:
Two years ago, I was one of the hottest talents in wrestling. Did I cause a little controversy? Absolutely.
Bray S. Spur:
Was I an arrogant son of a bitch? Absolutely. Did the fans and I have a unique connection? You bet. Did I ever hesitate to think that I wasn’t the best? Hell no.
Bray S. Spur:
If there’s anything that the last four years have taught me, it’s that you can spend your whole life busting your ass off to earn respect or you can take that respect and shove it.
Bray S. Spur:
I can imagine you’re smart enough to figure out which option I chose, but I doubt that your cognitive functions enable you to choose wisely and efficiently, unlike me.
Bray S. Spur smirks after his last statement and becomes embellished in the onslaught from the live audience.
The same fan carrying the sign from earlier stands up and once again flashes an immature hand gesture at the talent.
Bray S. Spur: Which brings me to my “point” if you will ...Last week, something came to my attention after coming to OCW. After being interviewed by a rather special specimen in Stacy Clark, I was told to by a fellow superstar that my promo was indeed “bland, dry, generic”.
The crowd seems to mumble in agreement.
Bray S. Spur: Now, an average human being would take this with a grain of salt and move on and say, ‘Well, I’ll do my hardest next time buddy buddy,’ while an average me would tell that person to shut the hell up. But, lucky for me, I’m a changed man.
Bray S. Spur:
So I didn’t do that. Instead I told myself one word... ‘Change.’ And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do, right here, right now. How am I going to do that? Simple. Do what I do best. And that’s prove every single person here wrong.
Bray S. Spur points to a fan in the crowd.
Bray S. Spur: I’m gonna prove you wrong.
He points to another one.
Bray S. Spur: And I’m gonna prove you wrong.
Another one.
Bray S. Spur: And you wrong, and you wrong, and you wrong, and you wrong!
Another one, another one, another one, another one.
Bray S. Spur: I’m gonna prove every single one of those washed up, idiotic, smoked up, piss-ant drunks in the back wrong. I am going to single-handedly spark a surge in OCW.
Bray S. Spur:
In fact, I already have. Ever since news got out about me coming to OCW, this company has been overcome with waves upon waves of new talent. Why? Because of me.
Bray S. Spur:
All of these new fresh meat are here because of MY influence of the business. And who wouldn’t want to follow my every step?
Bray S. Spur:
I’ve beaten all kinds of people. Guys like D. Y. Nasty, Lawrence Crayton, Loki McGregor, Jordan Collins, uCw Redemption, Dan Bezzist, ESP Lucifer, Jordan Rodriguez, Sid Harrison, Leonheart Three-Four-Four, Leon Justice, who I beat TWICE, KroNik, Grimtide fifty-five, Young Money, Larrikin, Beast, Phantom, Wolf, James Jester, Bryan DiBiase, OTP, Devil, Noobs One, Two, Three, Four, and Five, Bryan Steel, Alig, the list goes on and on and on. The boos are now flooding the arena, much to the superstar’s delight. He takes a moment to pace around the ring and stare at the masses.
Bray S. Spur: And after tonight, I’m going to make the list even bigger when I beat Dylan Graves and I send him back where he belongs. Behind bars!
The camera pans to the announce team.
You think he got a chip on his shoulder?
I mean he did beat a who's who of who cares but no question a chip on his shoulder! Let's see if he can back up his jawing tonight!
But before there join us in a lock back at OCW, as we take you guys through the years!
The Xtron Flickers On!
The camera pans to the announce team.
I remember this!!!!!
I mean he did beat a who's who of who cares but no question a chip on his shoulder! Let's see if he can back up his jawing tonight!
We cut backstage where a camera man has picked up the scent of the World's Most Dangerous Professional Wrestler Paul Mallory Pugh. As the cameraman follows him, Pugh remains clueless to his tail.
Pugh shakes out the injured arm and continues looking blankly down the corridor until he comes across a door. He checks a note on his hand, and then nods before knocking on the door four times and waiting for a response.
The door opens, and a gust of smoke escapes into the hallway. Pugh clears the smoke with his hand and quickly enters.
The camera pans to the announce team.
What the?
Just don't ask!
Wanda vs Madison vs Sophia
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The camera pans to the announce team.
God heavens!
On they neck!
The broadcast returns to the scene of the evening’s most savage dinner.
Dupree: That manipulative parasitic piece of shit was the worst thing that ever happened to Ambition. If Suda had testicles he'd definitely be firmly f*cking attached, but since he lost those ages ago, Ryu's head just sticks out of his beef curtains like a nosey neighbor when she hears a car start.
Dupree: The only time that f*ck ever gets over is when he slaps on Suda's tights and throws on that ridiculous wig. He can't even land a superkick playing a f*cking video game for Christ’s sake.
The camera jumps to our other set of diners.
Tobin shakes his head and proceeds to order. As he’s ordering a figure slithers behind Ryu, snatches the belt, and sits in the empty seat. We see the elusive FINAL BOSS occupy the third seat.
MATSUDA: No, everyone would recognize your stupid face!
TOBIN: Better late than never I guess. So we know why we are here. It’s graduation for the new batch of guys.
RYU: I guess we’re supposed to discuss the graduation and our careers right? I know we’ve all been lucky enough to have storied careers, we’ve all won and lost titles but you know what I don’t have.
MATSUDA: The world title?
RYU: No you dingus, I haven’t had a chance to go one on one against a real legend, I always wanted to have that moment against Vega but it never happened.
TOBIN: I know what you mean. With all the legends we’ve had step through those ropes I wish I had the chance to test myself against Kage or Majin. Do you think you’ll get that with Dupree since he’s decided to show his face again.
RYU: Hell f*cking no, I’m gunna break that bustERs nose and eat his lunch. Tibbles is a punk, you know he stopped talking to Pugh for a month after he beat him with his own finish….. We cut back to the table with the World Champ and his friends.
Dupree: ….Worst of f*cking all, he calls me Tibbles. Do I look like your digi-pet muthaf*cker?! These smarks think this is a work, that I'm just running an "angle" with this f*ck. No...I'm gonna crush his goddamn trachea with a knee to his f*cking throat. Watch Sean...just watch.
The Monster, having finished his steak, seems to dial into the conversation at last. He glances up at Dupree with a puzzled look on his face.
The Monster: But why crush his throat when you could break his psyche? He has such a fragile psyche to begin with; surely it’d be more effective….. The Monster trails off as Dupree raises an eyebrow, not entirely sure how to take his remarks. The Monster’s face splits into a grin as he continues.
The Monster: Now Frost on the other hand…..
You can just make out a twinge of uneasiness in Sean as his former tag team partner is mentioned.
The Monster: He has a foundation that’s a bit more solid, but I’m going to take a sledgehammer and tear that foundation apart brick by brick.
McGee quickly grows frustrated with the topic and sets himself loose on the kitchen staff.
McGee : How f#cking long does it take to make 6 steaks , four fish platters , 3 sushi plates , and a glass of water.
McGee : F#CK this I'll be right back!!!
McGee leaves the table and walks over to a hostess.
he camera pans to the announce team.
SAVAGE!
A.F
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The camera pans to the announce team.
The Gate Keeper has spoken!
Word!
Scene opens inside of a doctor room. There's a white bald man standing who appears to be a Dr. He begins to speak.
???- Aight, Mr. Cobra I'm Dr.Henniganzolunberg or Dr. H for short! How's your brace feeling?
The camera pans to an shirtless AC Cobra. He's wearing an neck brace showing the damages of Xander attack on last week Riot.
AC- ...............
AC doesn't respond, he seems lifeless and give Dr. H a blank stare.
Dr H- Alright, working with a mute here. Let's take a look at your X-Rays for a second.
Dr H walks over to the light switch and turns off the lights. The light from the X Ray shines the room. The camera zooms in on the X Ray as Dr. H speaks.
Dr H- Ok, your neck was almost Game Over dude!
AC stares at Dr H not approving of him trying to lighten the mood.
Dr H- You know, because you're a gamer and your neck..... Anyway, moving on Mr. Cobra the damages you suffered last week on Riot was almost career & life threatening.
Honestly, you're very lucky to have made it out of there in this shape. I'm going to do the best I can but I don't know if you'll be happy with what I'm about to tell you.
AC finally speaks.
AC- Tell me exactly what?
Dr H- Well..... Well you might need to stay off the mat for 3-6 months. Me and my peers feel.....
AC cuts off the Dr.
AC- 3-6 months?!? I'm fine trust me, I can't go that long without getting to Xander! I'll wrestle with this God damn neck brace if I have too!
AC grips the neck brace showing the doctor he's serious.
Dr H- No, no, no, what you need to do is to trust me ok? Yes, you might feel like you can wrestle now. One and I mean one false move in the ring and this is your life at risk. We have a rehab center in your homeland Canada.
Go down there over use the medication i'm going to give you because that's kids do. Get in the rehab program with a trainer, everyday rehab and rehab. Maybe, then maybe in a half a year you should be good to go ok sport?
AC give the doctor thumbs up signaling he agree.
Dr H turns the light on and begins to put on white gloves.
