Ryu stumbles backstage exhausted, clutching THE World’s Championship to his chest almost defensively. He props himself up against a crate and leans on it to catch his breath
T.Y. Sparks walks up to Ryu
Sparks:Nice win out there man.
Ryu stares blankly at TY
RYU: SECURITY! Some fan is harassing me for an autograph, please get him out of here. I’m exhausted.
Security approaches and looks at both men. They clearly recognize TY and merely shake their heads an walk away
RYU: I get no respect, security won’t even help me to get a minute to rest. Listen kid do you want a picture or something?
Sparks: No I don’t want a picture. What I want is that title.
TY points at the championship
RYU: They’re selling replicas at merch its great, I think there’s a special going. Golden Prophecy Sale, I think they even have a twofer on the Light Heavyweight Title, Spider Special they’re calling it.
Sparks:: I’ll make sure to buy one so I can give it to you after I beat you for the real one at Clash.
As TY walks off Ryu watches summarily confused at what had just happened, the camera fades to black
The X-tron Flickers On!
Valkyrie is visibly tired and she is still catching her breath
Valkyrie: Hel… H..Hello Guys! As… as you can see… I am doing High Altitude training for my match against Heather Angelo at The Clash.
Valkyrie: “Why?” you might ask. Well, I really need this fresh air because in two weeks I will be rolling around the ring with a 200 pounds pig who smells like a sewer. That’s why I need to breathe the fresh air while I can!
Valkyrie: And also because I am trying to stay as far away as possible from the Authority because after the little Takeover stunt we pulled last week they are all big mad!
Valkyrie: So I said to myself, “Our Hero can’t catch if I climb up the top of a mountain…” and I don’t see him around so my plan worked flawlessly! Just like our Takeover!
Valkyrie takes a selfie and posts it on her Twitter. It instantly gets to 1 Million likes
Valkyrie: Ah! That sweet, sweet sound of my phone ringing when I get a Twitter notification! It perfectly compensates for my real life insecurities!
Valkyrie: I now have 500 Millions Followers and that mathematically makes me bigger than OCW. Soon I will get to 20 BILLIONS Followers and become bigger than the entire Human Race! Muahahaha!!!!
Valkyrie: Now the smart asses are gonna say “But Valkyrie how can you get to 20 Billions Followers if there are only 8 Billions people on Earth?!” Well, I DON’T CARE ALRIGHT?! I WILL FIND A WAY!!!
Valkyrie: As for what’s gonna happen on the next Turmoil, well that’s a disgrace. I cannot believe Tiberius Dupree is gonna have his revenge on Kasstianity. Why does he want to punish us?
Valkyrie: We created the most historic Turmoil in OCW history!
Valkyrie: And I destroyed his Maple Snacks because I care about his health ... and this is how he is going to repay me? What the heck?!
Valkyrie is breathing heavily
Valkyrie: Welp! Nevermind! I gotta get back to my High Altitude Training! See you guys!
The stream ends
The camera once again pans to a living room, and to the drunken former champion. Seemingly moved onto to cheaper brand of whiskey as he watches the tv.
Specifically Dupree and Sensations earlier announcements, and he does not look happy about it. Jumping up off the couch and spilling some drink he goes into a tirade
Wrex: Who the hell does he think he is calling me that? The old fat sack of s**t!
Wrex: A f**kin sadsack? Really? I made his goddamn show must watch television, and that's all I f**king am? Go screw yourself old man, I am Turmoil!
He stops a minute to take another drink and continues
Wrex What the f**k ever, I could go kill Kass whenever the hell I damn well please, I’ll walk through the goddamn front entrance at 242, I’ll stomp his damn dimebag of a neck in two and save us all having to watch those clowns waste our time for twenty minutes, maybe I’ll!..
Wrex drops back down onto the couch taking yet another drink
Wrex: No no no, calm down and just forget it, just a waste of my time. Let them fight see If I care. Not my problem anymore!
Wrex’s rant almost blocks out the noise of his front door being opened, at least Wrex doesn't seem to notice.
Wrex: Whatever, I’m sure everyone will just fall in love with it so f**k it. Let them have at it.
???: Really?
Wrex stops, jumping right off of his sofa to stare at the figure who had snuck in.
Wrex: How the f**k did you get in here, huh!?
???: I didn’t pass the torch to your ass only for you to take your ball and go home the minute the other kids roughed you up.
Wrex: Pass the torch? Pass the f**king- I took that torch from you, you son of a b*tch!
Wrex: I beat you within an inch of your damn life and f**king took it! Who the hell do you think you are coming into my house to tell me that?
Wrex: I didn't take my ball home cause I got roughed up, I took it cause he... f**ked me!!..
He stops dead still, not saying a word, just staring into empty space as if a revelation just came to him.
Wrex: He f**ked me.. Not the company, he did.. And I just took it and went home, thats not me.. That’s not who I was. I don’t walk away, the old me would have beat him with a stick, the old me would drop his s**tty little neck onto the wood boards, the old me..
Wrex: Would of piledriven that f**ker onto concrete from the apron! He wouldn’t of just walked away.. He would have dealt with that, not stopped until he was nothing but s**t on my boots.
Wrex: But then.. What the f**k does that make me.
Once again he stops
Wrex: I should of dealt with this.. I.. W-what the hell am I on about, I can deal with this!
Wrex: I should of gotten up and dropped him onto that f**king strap, I should of slapped the s**t out of that idiot for letting someone else take the belt, I should slap that dips**t, I should drop that face paint wearing s**twipe on his neck! That's who I am.. That’s what I f**king do!
???: Prove it.
He looks over to his side, a large mirror and a failure staring back at him. The man who valued the brand, the company over himself.
The failure that couldn’t beat H20, that couldn’t beat B17, the failure that nearly lost his title to a rookie. The suit wearing, handshake taking, praise giving failure, The champ.
One thing is different though, a clear brewing fire in his eyes. A fire that was gone for far too long.
Wrex takes one good long look at him, then throws his still nearly full bottle straight into it, putting a massive crack where the face once was.
Wrex: I need to pack my sh*t, I'm going back to Brooklyn.
BOBBY MINIO
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ANTONIO EVERRETT
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