As Justin’s music hits and he stretches his arms above his head in victory, the cheers from the crowd start to switch over to a chorus of boos.
The camera changes to the entrance ramp side of the ring as Frankie Highwood slides into the ring on Justin’s blindside. In his hand, a classic kendo stick.
Frankie slowly rises to his feet as he swings the kendo stick into the upper back of the Jehst Man. A loud “thwack” is heard as the cane meets the flesh of Justin. The Submission Magician falls to his knees as his back arches in pain.
As he grimaces from the impact of the bamboo, another blow cracks against the back of the head and leaves him flat on his stomach, dazed and motionless.
Frankie stands over Justin’s body, and the unnamed woman seen with him at The Clash once again returns to his side. Frankie signals for a microphone and a stagehand quickly delivers one.
Frankie: Oh, boo all you want, it just means I’ll be out here longer.
The crowd begins booing once again. Frankie smirks and struts around to the side of Justin and kneels down next to him, using the kendo stick as a pseudo crutch.
Frankie: Hey, Justin. I know you’re probably really, really confused at what’s going on, but let me break it down for you as good as I can, okay?
Frankie once again stands vertically and uses the cane to point at Justin’s still limp body.
Frankie: You are hogging up my spotlight.
The crowd begins to taunt Highwood with chants of “Frankie Sucks”. Not one to care about the crowd, Frankie puts a very fake pouting face on, even pretending to wipe a tear from his eye.
Interrupting Frankie's dramatic performance, Justin slowly starts to move, still heavily dazed, Frankie raises his leg and stomps on Jehst’s back with enough force to keep him down on the mat. He then kneels down again to address Justin Jehst.
Frankie: Justin...Let me make myself clear, this won’t be the last you’ll see of me. I’ll be around for a long time coming, and I intend to make sure that any rookie who can’t cut it, get out of my way.
The fans throats will be ruined by the end of this as they continue to vocalize their disdain. Meanwhile, the unnamed woman accompanying Highwood leans up against him, which signifies a clear relationship between the two. She takes the microphone from him as he places his right foot on the body of Jehst.
Woman: Sooner or later, we will be on top of this company. He may fit the description of a rookie, but we are not new to this game. This, this is a statement, and we know that everybody will have a close eye on us.
As the woman speaks into the mic, Frankie had slid out of the ring and began to search underneath for something. After a moment of digging around, he pulls out a metal STOP sign.
He takes the street sign back into the ring and drops it on the mat in order to pull Jehst’s body into the corner. Propping him in the corner, Frankie lays the STOP sign over Jehst’s face, jamming it in between the ropes.
Highwood walks backward, lining up the perfect angle of attack. In one swift movement, he rushes across the ring and with a leap, his feet go crashing full force into the STOP sign, which sends a resounding “crack” throughout the arena.
His Cotton Mouth dropkick connects, and Justin Jehst completely crumbles after the impact.
Pleased with their work, Frankie and the woman smirk at the damage they caused to Justin Jehst. They turn away from their victim and exit the ring to a healthy heaping of boos.
From off-screen, paramedics rush into the ring to check on the condition of Justin Jehst. As Frankie and his partner are passed by the paramedics, who look at them with disgust. Justin Jehst is helped to his feet, blood trickling down his forehead as the scene fades to black.
The camera pans to the announce team.
I say Frankie Relax!
NO!
The X-Tron Flickers On!
The camera pans to the announce team.
HAhaha!
This is way too Urban!
There she stood in the center of the ring, the greatest and sexiest fiancé that ever lived. The partner to the anomaly of success, he who dons the wings of Rebellion, Our Humble Hero Dennis Black.
Behind her stood an all African American choir humming ‘paint it black’. In the only dress she's ever owned without cleavage, Madison stood before a podium with the Turmoil Heavyweight Championship draped over her shoulder.
To her side was a figure draped in an unveiling cloth. One could easily assume that it was a statue that had yet to be presented.
Madison: Your King wishes he could be here, but he is resting. Our celebration lasted all through the evening and into Monday morning. The celebration was so eventful that I’m pretty sure I may be pregnant.
Madison:
Yet here I am for all of you, wobbly legged and too sore to sit on anything other than the softest of pillows. The duties of a Queen are never done. Dilly Dilly!
A few women in the choir shook their heads in disapproval.
Madison: Ahem...kidding, of course. Virgin.
Madison: As January will soon come to a close, I felt that it was my duty to remind you all of the importance of February.
Madison: February...is all about Black.
The Choir behind Madison whisper among themselves.
Madison: His accomplishments. The fact that he is already a future first ballot hall of Famer. Martin Luther King wishes that he could have had the effect on the lives of many as Black has had.
Madison: Some would say that it was not hard for my Black to stand out among a sea of so many mediocre men of color employed by this company. That the only good black, was my black. When presented with such claims, I ask myself...How can I disagree?
Madison: What did Tre Golden ever amount to? Certainly production shoved him down your throats for the better part of a year. I’m sure he’s helping create license plates in a prison somewhere.
Madison: Sean McGee? K.D.? Tobin Frost? These men are the poster children for the dangers of Buff Blaster addiction. In my Utopia, there is no room for…. thooose people. Ah...people that use performing enhancing drugs. Not...you know...
Madison: Moving on!
Madison: Jett Draven? Smythe? Two men of color that are more effective at annoying people on social media than they've ever been in the ring. What a waste.
Madison: But I can hardly blame these men for being the let downs that they have become. Due to my extensive research and rewatches of ‘The Wire’, I know all too well of their struggles. The struggle is real.
Madison: Get woke, America!
Madison: In honor of Black History month, I’ve prepared a poem for all of you. Ahem…
I wasn't born rich, but don't be mistaken. See how I look? My white skin is his privilege.
He no longer gets watched when we go to the mall. If we get stopped for a ticket it doesn't end in a brawl.
I don't know what it's like to go out for Starbucks and snacks, only to end up lying dead on my back.
My car's never been watched or followed around. He and I can walk anywhere, even when the sun goes down.
The only good Black, Is Dennis Black. I consider him an enlightened one. Can’t you tell by this historic Championship run?
I am the reason for all of his might. One day you too will learn, that white is right…
The camera panned to the audience as trash was being thrown into the ring. Always prepared, Madison opened an umbrella as trash rained down into the ring.
Chants of "You Are Racist" break out at the Garden!
Madison:YOU PEOPLE! How dare you?! The Pope once told me that watching him wrestle was a religious experience. For his grace and wisdom in the ring is the closes he's ever come to god!
The Camera Pans To The Ramp!
Blackbeard and his beast walk around the ring, he tips his hat in the direction of Madison, glances in the direction of the covered up statue in the corner of the ring, and comes to a stop infront of Madison, shadowed by his monster.
The look of disgust on Madison's face is impossible to hide, the right side of her lip angrily curling up in his direction.
Madison: Excuse me, but can I help you, and I use this term loosely...gentlemen?
Blackbeard: My god, an educated wench, this new world never ceases to amaze me.
Madison: An 'educated wench'...an EDUCATED WENCH?
Trying to regain some composure Madison Continues
Madison: Before I have you removed from my ring, I will allow you to tell the queen of Turmoil why you interrupted her.
Blackbeard throws a glance at the Kraken and mutters under his breath 'educated but not too bright'
Blackbeard: I am here for the celebration.....it is Black history month is it not?
Madison: Yes, you're correct.
Blackbeard: Well, I be the one ye be celebrating, my name is Edward Teach, ye might know me better as the name of me legend, Blackbeard...and I presume ye be the one leading my celebration?
Madison: YOUR celebration? I'm sorry, I think you're confused, this is the celebration of the greatest Black that ever lived, my bae, Dennis Black.
Blackbeard: No my dear, it is ye who is mistaken, this be the celebration of Blackbeard, it be Black history month, it says so right there on that giant banner, but judging by your reaction, I'm I to be guessing that ye are NOT the whore who has been offered to me in tribute?
Madison: I most certainly am not! HOW DARE YOU!!
She slaps him across the face, and suddenly the giant figure of The kraken takes a step forward getting in between them and snarls in her direction, forcing her to take a startled jump backwards.
Blackbeard: Easy, easy....she be feisty, I like it when they wriggle, there be nothing better than a woman who plays hard to get during a game of high seas struggle cuddle.
Madison: You will keep your filthy hands off me!!
Blackbeard: No need to fret, pet, I told ye, I'm here for my celebration, so please get on with it, I have my fair share of women troubles at the moment, I don't need another one to add to me list.
Madison: There is no celebration! This is not for you!!
Blackbeard: Nonsense, let's show these good people the statue you've made of me.
Madison: I don't even know who you are!!! What is going on here!!
Madison tries to step around them to the opposite side of the ring, but The Kraken flinches in her direction and she trips and falls towards the statue, she reaches out to grab something to save her fall, and grabs the sheet, she falls to the mat, pulling the cover off the statue, exposing a 6 foot bronze statue of Dennis Black, completley naked apart from a pair of wrestling boots, hands behind his head and the OCW Turmoil Championship belt conveniently wrapped around his nether regions.
Everyone in the entire arena just stares in shock at the monstrosity before them. The Chorus of BOO's can be heard outside of the Garden as the camera pans to people outside the arena suddenly stopping startled by the noise!
Blackbeard has a confused look on his face.
Blackbeard: Where's me beard? Where are my pants?
Madison begins screaming at him.
Madison: DON'T YOU LOOK AT THAT STATUE! IT'S NOT FOR YOU!! I TOLD YOU IT'S BLACK HISTORY MONTH! THIS IS A CELEBRATION OF DENNIS!!...DENNIS!!!
Blackbeard: I appreciate the effort of ye craftsman, but I can't put this on my ship, it looks nothing like me.
Madison: FOR THE LAST TIME!! YOU'RE NOT EVEN BLACK!!!! Just because your name is Blackbeard doesn't make you black! If you shaved off your beard, you'd just be......'Beard'...which doesn't make any sense as you wouldn't even have one!!!!
Blackbeard: Ye talk nonsense, I can prove I'm Black, for instance, i've sailed the seas me whole life, I have 7 children, and I see none of them....except for me birthday!
Madison [angrily]: Seriously???!!, that doesn't make you Black that makes you a bad father!
Blackbeard: ..........Plus, my skin might not be the right shade, but I guarantee you I'm half black....
Blackbeard: i'm black from the waist down!
He whips his trousers down around his ankles and places his hands behind his head exactly like the statue, just standing there, with all his 'treasure' on display, Censored of (course...but not for the audience...oh god the audience.......yea we getting sued)
Madison tries to cover her eyes and begins to clamber to her feet, trying to recover the statue with the sheet.
madison: I've had enough of this nonesense...You've ruined my celebration!!
Blackbeard pulls his trousers back up, much to the relief of the crowd.
Blackbeard: Wait, ye are serious aren't ye, this isn't a celebration of my greatness.
Madison: Well...duh.
Blackbeard: That's disappointing....and kind of a waste.
Madison: A waste of what?
Blackbeard: RELEASE THE KRAKEN!!!
With the command echoing in her ears, Madison stands defenseless as the giant monster grabs the statue in a bear hug and slams it to the ground, snapping the head off the statue.
Madison: YOU ANIMALS!!!
Blackbeard picks up the head of the Dennis statue.
Blackbeard: This'll look great hung above me toilet.
The show cuts to a commercial break as Blackbeard and The Kraken leave the ring. leaving Madison broken, furious and shaken up, and hunched on her knees inside the ring. She began sobbing loudly with her face pressed against the nether regions of Dennis's statue.
The camera pans to the announce team.
That's what you get Madison you Trollop!
How can you say that? this is the Prelude to Dennis Black History Month, Dammit!
Eerie Sunshine swings open the doors of the bar. Calling it a bar is being generous, it’s basically a hole in the wall with a counter and a few stools. She sits down like she owns the place, immediately lighting a Marlboro.
No sissy or social justice warrior tells her to put it out, instead the half dead bartender pours her a drink. Eerie didn’t bother asking what she’s pouring, she already knows. She tosses back the double shot and turns toward the camera.
Eerie: I gotta say….you’re one brave bitch Mab. You either got mad balls….or mad stupidity to get in between me and Heather….
Eerie: You either got a death wish or something else up your sleeve….
She blows a smoke ring.
Eerie: Well whatever it is you got up your sleeve….I’ll make sure to shove that up your ass too.
She demands another shot, her demand is met.
Eerie: Cus I don’t like being drugged ‘less I’m the one doing the fuggin’ at the end of the night….and ain’t nobody got they rocks off at the Clash except you.
Another double shot and another smoke ring blown.
Eerie: All that Def Poetry Jam Shakespeare sh*t won’t save you….
Eerie: Putting bitches to sleep is what deez do!
She shows her gnarled fists to the camera.
Eerie: But if you wanna play shenanigans and catch these hands just like Heather, bitch I ain’t got no problem with that.
Eerie: You know where to find me!
The camera fades with Anna finally stumbling into the bar obviously already drunk. She snatches the Marlboro from Eerie before taking a seat.
The camera pans to the announce team.
This Queen Mab may have wrote a check her tuckus won't be able to cash!
