The scene opens in Daryl Bradley's office. Kris Mulheisen, Rush TV's Marketing & Brand Development Executive, is speaking to Bradley.
Mulheisen: So Daryl, I got news from the medical staff that Jimmy Henry won't be able to wrestle tonight, following his crash through a table last week. Doctor says the guy isn't in good enough physical condition to recover from that, especially after the beating he took at the PPV days earlier.
Bradley: So what, that piece of crap isn't marketable anyway. Just get someone else to wrestle in his spot. Seb Abbott or Loki McGregor, or something.
Mulheisen: Actually, Daryl. Our marketing & social media team have data that contradict what you say. Although we haven't been selling much official Jimmy Henry merch, because we don't offer much, we have found that many unofficial street-vendors outside the venue are selling tons of Jimmy Henry merch.
Bradley: People are actually buying that crap???
Mulheisen: Yeah, and we are not getting that profit. Jimmy Henry is also one of the most searched for wrestlers on the Turmoil rosters according to data we retrieved from the biggest social media outlets.
Bradley: Are you kidding me???
Mulheisen: I wish I was. However, I think we may have the solution.
Bradley: Go on, I'm all ears.
Mulheisen: Jimmy 2.0. A bigger, better and, most importantly, more profitable Jimmy Henry. It's something me and the team have been working on, and I think with Jimmy's absence, tonight is the perfect night for project launch.
Bradley: Interesting...
The camera pans to the announce team.
Someone sees dollar signs!
Indeed, and now we take another look back at OCW!
The Xtron Flickers On!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Now that was a good year!
Yessir!
Once again the broadcast turns its focus to our favorite dinner party.
RYU:...Let me tell you a story about Tiberius Dupree, one time we were riding “The Struggle Bus”. You remember the Struggle Bus right Matsuda?
MATSUDA: Mhmm
TOBIN: What was the Struggle Bus?
RYU: It was a shitty 1970 VW Van Me,Hide, Pato, Dims, and Tibbles chipped in to travel in so we could save on rentals. Hey here, let me show you.
Ryu pulls out his cell phone and looks through his pictures for something related to the struggle bus. He finds what he is looking for and shows it to Tobin…..
The Xtron Flickers On!
RYU: And let me tell you, whenever Tibbles drove he ALWAYS parked in handicap spots and I swear half the time he was TRYING to hit pedestrians…….
We cut back to the SAVAGES.
Dupree: ...and F*CK the handicapped!
The camera pans to the announce team.
What I Can't even!
Hater!
Not Steve: You’re good to go Rane.
Leaning back on as he sits on a chair in front of a camera, Xander addresses not the camera, not even Not Steve. Instead he tilts his head to the ceiling and grins as if he’s recalling a wonderful day at the park.
Xander: Y’know, for months now I’ve been smashing people in the face with my elbow with the greatest of joys. There’s nothing like my trusty old silencer. Careers have ended to one of the deadliest moves in all of OCW’s history, and it’s been great. Isn’t that right Steve?
Not Steve: *still terrified of the other man* Yep, great. It’s great.
Xander: Anywho, despite the long and storied history I’ve carved out for the Silencer, no nevermind, because of said history, I’ve decided it’s time to retir-what the hell are you doing Steve?
Not Steve: I’m just havin’ a snack.
Xander: What are those, s’mores?
Not Steve: Yeah, why?
Xander: Only dim-witted morons eat s’mores Steve, you should know better. Now, back to the issue, what am I going to do tonight without my Silencer you may ask? Well that’s where this guy *points his thumb back at the hostage/referee* comes into play. He’s going to help me exhibit the Deadly Drop that comes with Turbulence, otherwise known as the DDT.
The tamed man walks up to Xander, head dropped as he simply waits for his punishment.
Not Steve: *wincing in phantom pain every time the official is dropped on his head with a sickening crack in a slightly different manner.* Xander *CRACK*, I think you’ve proven *CRACK* your point. The man can’t *CRACK* handle much more.
Rane looks down at the emotionally broken man seriously, pondering the words of the camerman not named Steve.
Xander: You know what, he actually is gettin’ kinda heavy, being unconscious and all. Let me just do one last move, show Pugh the DDT that’s winning our match later tonight. *grinning at the camera* I call it the X-Ray, cause we’re gonna be able to see your insides afterwards.
He lifts his personal crash test dummy up one last time before putting him in position for a DDT, although instead of immediately dropping him down, he lifts him to the sky vertically.
Xander Crack.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Is he some kind of animal?
Do you really have to ask?
He halts himself and looks at the ceiling, closing his eyes and smiling as he breathes in the scent of a new day for him.
Bray S. Spur: And after I beat him tonight, I’m not going to stop until the Turmoil Championship is off the waist of that lard ass Tank and on the waist of a true champion in the Broken Spirit, Bray S. Spur.
Bray S. Spur lowers his microphone and his music hits. He takes one more long look at the audience before the camera fades away.
Dylan Graves vs Bray S. Spur
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A limo pulls up to the back entrance of the arena and Smythe D. Wonder steps out of the vehicle he is in a solemn mood as the wrestling world has learned that he missed Certified Greatness and his match with Drago Cesar and this past Riot dealing with the sudden loss of his cousin and former OCW star Wonderful Wesley.
His bags are picked up by support staff as he begins his walk into the arena. OCW superstars and staff are in a linebon each side with the staff holding their hats to their hearts and wrestlers with hands on hearts in memory of Wesley as Smythe makes his way through the backstage arena in what is a great showing of respect and solidarity.
Blue Diamond runs to meet Smythe and immediately jumps onto his back in a float over motion as he catches her and she starts to whisper in his ear as he piggy backs her towards the locker room.
Smythe's face is cold looking as she speaks to him. His walk is straight with his hands in the pockets of his suit as he barely breaks stride even with Blue perched on his back.
As he continues into his dressing room and the door closes you can tell that everyone has the same thing on their minds. What is Smythe thinking, and more importantly, who is he going to lash out in for this!!!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Why is Smythe here? he isn't booked!
Smythe does what he wants!, hater!
The Camera pans to the ramp!
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"Jimmy Henry" gets a mic from the announcer and starts to address the fans in a badly masked Californian-pretending-to-be-Scottish accent.
"Jimmy Henry":(in bad accent) Hullo there Turmoil fans! Dennis Black may have put me through a table last week, but I'm back and bigger & stronger than ever.
"Jimmy Henry": I hope you are all excited to see me go one-on-one with my fellow Scotchman, Joe Zhivago. Remember, you can see rewatch this match and all OCW matches online with a Rush TV subscription.
"Jimmy Henry": Don't forget to stop by the merch stand tonight, as the official Jimmy Henry kilts are selling out thick and fast.
The crowd boos loudly, disgusted at the obvious imposter. The match gets underway.
The 'Real' Jimmy Henry
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The camera pans to the announce team.
What did I just watch!
MONEY!
The scene opens to a...unique view. Jacob Trance, B-17, Jackson Montgomery, and Aries are seated around a card table playing Holdem. By traditional OCW law this is a potentially hazardous position.
Yet they all seem calm, relaxed, and/or drunk. Jackson is nearing the end of a bottle of Jameson, Aries is enjoying a family sized bag of Doritos, Trance is tracing his fingers over his recently healed scars.
B-17 meanwhile looks around suspiciously wondering how this group came to be.
B-17: Um, Aries. I kind of bought those for (motions around the table) everyone.
Jackson: Yea man. Davie didn’t get any!
Jackson leans over to an empty chair. What a jerk!
Aries looks over at Jackson and the empty chair then over to B-17 who just shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders. Even after the comments by B-17 and Jackson, Aries finishes off the bag of chips.
He then turns the bag inside out and begins to lick the inside. After he’s satisfied with cleaning out the whole bag, he tosses it to the floor. Aries then looks down and sees a few crumbs on his stomach, which he promptly gobbles up.
Jackson: This is insanity! Watching him eat is making me sick…
Aries: You sure it isn’t the booze? You’re hitting that bottle pretty hard.
Jackson: I’ll hit YOU hard with the bottle!
Jackson takes the last swig from his Jameson bottle, turns it upside down and holds it by the neck.
He jumps from his seat, which was way too fast, causing him to stumble a bit and fall ass first into a set of lockers. He struggles to get back up which makes Aries laugh, his belly shaking like a bowl full of jelly.
Jackson: You son of bitch! Stop laughing at me! I’ll kill you!
B-17: Sit down you walking hangover...and just...be still!
Jackson struggles for a second more before taking B-17’s advice and just sitting there. Jackson folds his arms like a pouting child and mumbles under his breath.
Jackson: Thanks for nothing Davie.
At that Aries presents a royal flush with a huge grin. A smile flits across B-17’s face before mucking his cards.
B-17: I suppose you have a few extra places to hide a card or...a deck.
Trance looks at his cards, blinking slowly before folding.
Trance: You're doing good man…
At this, Aries becomes enraged and stands up, seizing the table with both hands and flipping it, scattering chips and their poker chips everywhere.
Aries: YOU’RE NOT EVEN MY REAL FRIENDS!
An awkward silence fills the room as Aries eyeballs everyone before storming off, leaving the rest in confusion whilst Jackson finally dislodges his ass from the locker as the scenes fades.
