Corey walked into Terminal 5 with no hassles from security, he was a few hours early but that was Corey's way.
An intern ran up to him a package tucked under his arm.
Intern: Mr Ford? Of course it's you, your ears give it away.
Corey reached up and touched his ears, a pale redness spread across his face.
Corey: My ears! What do you mean ah it doesn't matter, what's that?
He pointed at the package.
Intern: This arrived today, from your grandmother according to the note attached.
Handing the package over, Corey shook the box knowing exactly what was in it. His nan had chosen his outfit for his debut.
Corey: Gotta love that old bat. Cheers guy.
He ran off towards the locker room to start getting ready.
Tank is once again walking around the cafeteria, fixing up his his pants as he piles his plate high with mash potatoes and gravy.
Tank: Yeah, pack the sh -beep- out of that sh -beep-. I want to be running on a fu -beep- full stomach when I whip that RIOT rejects ass tonight.
Over his shoulder we can see Trance and Aries eating in the background at a separate table. They have paused mid-bite, mouths open, forks on route to their maws.
Trance: Think we should say something?
Aries: I think you should say something…
Trance: But what if he comes over, that'll be awkward… And he's kind of terrible at conversation… It's all f-bomb this, s-pancake that… He even likes the C word that should not be named.
Aries and Trance sigh in unison.
Aries: Fear not my good chum…
Trance stares blankly at Aries as he rummages in his pockets.
Aries: For I have…
Aries holds up an air horn.
Aries: The power!
Trance pinches his nose as Tank now makes his way from the drinks station.
Trance: I don't understand how that helps our situation.
Aries chucks a French fry into his mouth, swallowing it whole.
Aries: He's coming this way… You're going to have to trust me.
Tank does indeed approach, his arrival prophesied by a flurry of swear words and fragmented sentences.
Tank: Well look who it is! Fart guzzler and chode weasel!
Tank slams his tray down on the table.
Tank: Are you ready for a whipping Trance? When I'm through with you you're going to be nothing more than a (HOOONK)
Aries at this point has held up the air horn, blaring it in Tanks direction, effectively censoring him.
Tank: What the fu (HOOONK)
Trance cracks up, shaking his head as Tank visibly begins to crack up.
Tank: Oh fu (HOOONK) you, you fu (HOOONK) stupid fu (HOOONK)
The scene escalates, every time Tank goes to speak he's interrupted.
HOOONK. HOOONK. HOOO~squeak. Aries frowns and shakes the can, trying to get it to make its awful noise but only a pitiful damp air noise comes out.
Aries: That cost me 15 bucks and it's already out of gas…
Tank: You know what else will be out of gas tonight…
Trance interjects.
Trance: The island nation of Indonesia?
Tank: What the f-beep- are you on about?
Trance: Well it's certainly not going to be me... I've faced better and won, I'm one of the most decorated individuals this company has… I've been here almost a decade and… This is the best one, I was never handed a title… Only to do blow and get it taken away from me…. So how about that Septic Tank?
In the background a “Septic Tank” chant can be heard, visibly irritating Tank further.
Tank: How about I power bomb you until you sh-beep- yourself?
Trance: Yeah sure, that's cool, just try not to get fired on the way to the ring for doing something stupid.
Tank blows his lid and flips the table side wards as he vents his fury, scattering his food everywhere. Oddly, Aries has somehow managed to catch a plate and eats quietly as he looks on in amusement as his friend and Tank go nose to nose.
Tank: I feel like doing something stupid right now…
Without warning, Trance bites Tanks nose, causing him to scream in pain and recoil. Aries jumps to his feet and joins his friend as Tank recovers. He takes a step toward the duo before reconsidering his options.
Tank: You're going to f-beep-ing regret that…
Tank skulks off with a growl, the Bully planning something sinister for later in the night.
Joe Zhivago stands in the middle of the ring. His anticipation along with the audience’s was palpable. He stretches his legs and faces the stage as Faint by Linkin Park blasts through the speakers and the crowd ignites in roaring cheer.
As B-17’s theme continues with no sign of the man himself, Joe Zhivago begins to get restless. Suddenly the music cuts and the crowd start booing.
Joe Zhivago slides under the ropes and takes a microphone from a stagehand and slides back into the ring to address the disgruntled crowd. He raises his hand to placate the crowd and they quieten down a little to let him speak.
Joe: Well, I'm not going to lie - I'm a little disappointed, B-17. I came here to wrestle tonight, but you're too busy being a social justice warrior.
The audience boo in agreement, but a lot of them cheer. Joe looks around at the faces, nodding slightly to himself.
Joe: I'm sure you'll get what you want though - ye big baby. That match of yours at "Wrestlution".
The crowd start to cheer loudly - lots of women can be heard screaming. Joe smiles.
Joe: Anyway, I didn't come down here to yap… I extend an open challenge to the first fool to come down here and accept. Who will face the mighty Joe Zhivago in B-17’s place?
Joe tosses the mic back to the stagehand and turns to point a questioning finger towards the stage. The crowd cheers in approval. After moments of silence, the crowd begins a loud “B-17!” chant. The camera pans to the excited crowd, anxious for the arrival of the beloved superstar. Suddenly, another one’s music plays, much to the fan’s dismay.
A confused look strikes Joe’s face as Bray walks out onto the stage and makes his way down to the ring, stepping onto the apron, through the ropes and grabs a microphone.
Bray S. Spur: Not who you were expecting?
The crowd boos immensely at the superstar, making it clear that they hated what they got.
Bray S. Spur: Sucks, doesn’t it? See, in case any of you numb skulls noticed, last week, B-17 stated that he would stop appearing on this show unless Bradley removes himself from this company... On one hand, I approve of that. Defiant to the authority!... I approve, I approve. I was the same way once upon a time. ....On the other hand, times have changed, I have matured and B-17 is a coward and a disgrace to Turmoil by downright no-showing a match and failing to entertain all of you neanderthals in this building right now.
The crowd rejects his claim, not wanting to believe that B-17 would leave them hanging like this. As before, a loud “B-17!” chant drowns the arena. Bray pauses and takes a moment to stare into the abyss of an arena, filled with fans begging for B-17 to show up. He turns to look at Joe Zhivago, pacing back and forth inside the ring.
Bray S. Spur: Well let me tell you this, after the thrashing I gave Tank last week, I’m hurt, I’m tired, I might have a few concussions because of all those clotheslines he gave me. But that doesn’t change the fact that while B-17 is sitting on his ass at home, I am RIGHT HERE. I am beat the hell up, I might be going a little crazy, hell, I sent a cameraman to a hospital, but I’m... still... here!
Despite his bold remark, the crowd takes no interest in the superstar’s ambitions and boos him relentlessly. “B-17” chants drown the arena, much to Bray’s chagrin.
Bray S. Spur: And here I am, Joe. Here I am.... Tell you what, since B-17 isn’t here tonight,.. and seeing I was originally supposed to have the night off... if he doesn’t want to take the opportunity to make a statement by kicking your ass here tonight... I think I’ll take the pleasure of annihilating you.... right here... right now!
The crowd buzzes as Bray drops his mic and signals for the referee to ring the bell.
Bray S. Spur vs B-17
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Seb stalked the backstage area, furious with the events of last week. An intern timidly approached the beet red Brit.
Intern: Mr Abbott, what did Ragnarok do to you last week?
Seb glared furiously at the intern, thinking back to last week and how two wolves got the better of him.
Seb: Those Ragnafool arseholes jumped me in the parking lot, stripped me then dumped me in a dumpster.
Seb ground his teeth staring deep into the interns eyes, the poor boy squirmed beneath the fiery gaze.
Seb: I woke up on a f**ken trash barge in nothing but my socks and jocks.
Intern: That's not good. Have you seen what transpired in what was to be your match?
Seb: Of course I have boy, and I do have to say Tre should use that look more often. Keep the kit Golden I don't need it.
Intern: Any plans on revenge?
Seb smiled running a hand along his moustache before placing it on the interns shoulder.
Seb: I'll get my revenge eventually, but for today and the foreseeable future I'm looking at the TV title and whoever holds it. I'm hoping for Mr Black but anything can happen. Now be gone I have to think.
With that Seb walked away towards the locker rooms.
Being a bartender is tough. Being a female bartender, however, made it more of living hell for anyone that wasn’t prepared to deal with groping perverts, divorcees looking for rebounds and the common nutjobs that just had nowhere else to go. Yet Ashley Blaine was prepared, therefore when for the fourth time that night an over confident, sharp looking, young man came to bar and led with the predictable “how about a shot of whiskey, and one for yourself.” She was ready.
Blaine: That’s sweat of you, kid, but why don’t you go back to chasing doe eyes over there?
The young man looked over at the young blonde he had been working for the better part of an hour, to no success, before looking back at Blaine: Naw, she’s a bitch, doesn’t feel like having any fun.
Blaine leans down onto the bar and smiles softly: Ooo, a bitch huh. Well, I can’t let you leave without something to remember this place by.
She scrunches up her arms to to get the young man’s attention, not that she needed to anyways. His eyes were already hovering at her chest.
Blaine: How about a kiss?
The young man raises his eyebrows and starts leaning in, when he closes his eyes however Blaine takes the opportunity to straighten up and catch him with a right hook that sends him topping from the bar.
Blaine: Yo, Mike! Got one for you to take out!
Mike, a tall, muscular, blonde haired, baby face fool comes in and drags the wide eyed idiot away. Her eyes follow the pair, along with everyone else, except for a man who had just walked in before the incident. Now he approached the bar and pulled down a hood, revealing Austin Lee.
Austin Lee: #Feisty one aren't we?
Austin takes the young man former seat at the bar as he smiles: I guess we can say you're the one who lit that fire in him last week huh?
Blaine: I doubt he needed me for that.
Ashley walks away from Austin, picking up a glass and sliding it down the bar to Austin: What are you drinking tonight?
Austin catches the glass: I'm good for once, want to have my mind clear for tonight against Jackson.
Austin slides the glass back to Ashley as she places it back behind the bar and returns to Austin. Ashley Leans down on the bar in front of Austin as they continue to talk.
Blaine: Nervous? Or wait I will word it for you to understand. #Nervous?
Austin Lee: #Na Chill B…… Honest question you think Sid carried me in that match last week?
Blaine: Well your a team and the team won so why are you worried about it?
Austin Lee: I got a second chance here when I joined Turmoil so trying not to waste it being carried by someone. That's why I came here was going to ask if you have seen your boy?
Ashley tilts her head down allowing her hair to cover her face as she blushes a little bit before pushing her hair back.: Oh and who is my boy you are looking for? Like me to introduce you to Mike?
Austin begins to laugh as he looks back at the bouncer who just threw the young man out before: Na I am good on that one. But I was talking about your boy B-17, figured he would be here drinking his way to a title like his ex best friend.
Blaine: You do know he is going to hit you for saying that right?
Austin Lee: Hmm so you admit that he is your boy huh?
Blaine: I am starting to see why he was telling me you always have Kassie or Sid with you to keep you out of trouble.
Austin Lee: Have you seen him tonight tho?
Ashley reaches behind the bar pulling out her phone, Austin being nosey peeks over the bar looking down at her phone which has the background set to a picture of B-17.
Ashley looks up and catches Austin looking as she quickly hides her phone from his view.
Blaine: Well last I heard he was on his way back to Chicago, but I haven't heard from him for a few hours, I guess you could say he is #onvacation.
Austin stands up from the bar as he looks down at his phone checking the time as he sees it is growing closer to his match with Jackson.
Austin Lee: Guess I better run then seeing how I don't have a driver this time to get me to the arena in time. Even tho he did try to kill me last time.
Blaine: Austin, the thing about second chances is they often go the same route as the first chance. I suggest you do things differently this time around.
Austin begins for the door pulling his hood up before turning back around to Ashley.
Austin Lee: Tell B, I was looking for him when you see him later #Wink…..
Corey looked in the mirror, the contents of his stomach stained the sink.
Corey: I haven't been this nervous since... well since that time I messed myself in front of the school graduation assembly.
He laughed and chucked some more.
Corey: That's it kid get it all out.
His phone started ringing, Corey turned to his bag and rummaged through it until he found the phone.
Corey: Hello? Nan!
Distant murmuring through the phone.
Corey: Oh I'm good thanks.
More murmuring.
Corey: No I didn't mess myself.
Angry murmers.
Corey: Well thanks nan, I'll call you after the show. Oh and thanks for sending me my old kit.
He hung up and went back to getting ready for his match.
The scene switches to the Television champion and Stacy standing in front of a small monitor in the men's locker room. The footage was watched for several hours before Stacy arrived.
He places the remote on top of the monitor and looks to Stacy. Stacy lifts the microphone to speak.
Stacy: Tonight, you'll be against a man that is on a roll unlike any other on Turmoil. Sid Harrison has already bested a title holder. Many think he'll do the same tonight.
Stacy positions the mic in front of Dennis. He winced as he flung the title over his shoulder.
Dennis: He's a great competitor on a hell of a roll. Normally I would be excited about such an opportunity. But recent events have all but sucked the life out of me. Nor am I in the best of health.
Dennis: But i refused to opt out of this match. Ed did the unspeakable last week, and walks around here without remorse. He doesn't regret what he did to Madison, yet. I hope he watches my match. I'm battered and bruised, but far from broken. Tonight is for me.
Dennis looks to the camera.
Dennis: But payback for what you did to her? That comes later. I'd watch my back if I were you.
Dennis nodded to Stacy before walking off.
Sid Harrison vs Dennis Black
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Jacob Trance vs. Tank
The door to the secret underground lair of Marvelous Austin Lee and Classy Sid Harrison kicks open nearly flying off the hinges as the one and only Classy grappler himself Sid Harrison comes strolling in after his match. His hand placed on his head as he walks in, Kassie who is seated on the floor in front of the couch with a box of paint supplies on the table in front of her as she continues to work on it, not even blinking as Sid kicks the door in.
Sid quickly changes out of his ring gear in record time and slips into the love shack, sighing as he leans back relaxing picking up a coconut with a little umbrella and a yellow twisty straw hanging out of it as he takes a sip trying to relax. Kassie still working silently on her art work as Sid cuts on “WHAM! Careless whisper” on his old school 80s style jukebox. Which causes a laugh to come from Kassie.
Kassie: "You OK big guy?"
Sid Harrison: "Eh, is Austin ready for tonight?"
Kassie: "Last time I saw him he was going to try to find B-17 to work out a game plan to face Jackson, I haven’t seen him since so hopefully he is alright."
Kassie stands up picking up her poster as she walks over to the Love shack.
Kassie: "Well since your here now I have something to show you…"
Sid is about to say something but Kassie quickly cuts Sid off before he can.
Kassie: "#Don’t even think about saying what you are thinking. I don’t mean that….."
Sid Harrison picks up his cell phone as he begins to text Austin trying to find his whereabouts as Kassie shows Sid Harrison her poster she has been working hard on. The poster has a big gold sparkling star on it and the words #Marvelous Movement across it.
Kassie: "Actually this was all my idea, like I was talking about last week. The #Marvelous Movement will be about helping those less fortunate then us, boys and girls who have been picked on or made to be outcast for what ever reason and to help boys and girls who are at risk in the inner cities."
Sid continues to listen to Kassie pitch as he texts Austin still who has yet to respond.
Kassie: "I want to give every boy and girl a positive role model to look up to. They deserve someone who isn’t afraid to be themselves from the inside out…. #What do you think?"
Sid Harrison: "hmm does this mean the money I usually donate to single mothers every night working their way through medical school I can now write them off as charitable work or could I even get a discount now?"
Kassie sighs and places her faces into her hands.
Kassie: "Yes because me wanting to show young women out there to be comfortable in their own skin and you paying for strippers works together. Just get Austin on the phone he needs to head to the ring…"
Sid Harrison: "#Chill Kassie. I am just messing with you."
Sid Harrison dials Austin number in his phone and calls it, the room goes silent as they hear the feint sound of a phone ringing. Kassie quickly begins to search the room as she discovers Austins phone but no Austin.
Sid Harrison: "#Thats not good……"
Big Ed vs Corey Ford
The X-tron Flickers on...
Fans cheer as Dennis Black steps out from a trailer, wearing a hard hat. The camera pans out to reveal he is in a junk yard.
Dennis: Now I know what you’re thinking. Why on earth would someone with shoes that are worth more than my home be caught dead at a junk yard? WELL! I’ll tell ya.
Dennis rolled his shoulders into a shrug and started walking. The camera followed him. He then points to the camera man and cautions him to watch his step.
Dennis: I could stand here and explain my feelings about you, and what you've done to Madison and I. But I would most certainly use words you couldn't understand.
Dennis: And I refuse to lower myself to anyone’s level.
The camera zooms in on the pile of motorcycles behind him before returning to Dennis.
Dennis: I had a target painted on my back a few weeks after Certified Greatness because I did what very few on Turmoil that had the chance have bothered to do. I legitimized a title.
Dennis paced back and forth.
Dennis: I've had threats of theft, hell, one even stole the title temporarily. I'm tired of being overlooked and disrespected.
Dennis: Time for me to get in on the fun and start stealing as well. So I paid a visit to that awful bar that your club frequents and...well, somehow a few of the bikes went missing or stolen.
Dennis shrugged while Ed lost his mind in the ring. The fans cheered.
Dennis: You see, these bikes represent you and everyone else that assumed I would just roll over. That I'm an easy stepping stone because i'm not the tallest or the strongest. These bikes represent everyone that ever underestimated me in the ring.
Dennis: Some slip through the cracks here and there, but on a second glance...they get crushed. They’ve all been crushed, Ed. All of them. And will continue to be crushed until I get the respect I deserve.
Ed pushed the nearby referee down that tried to get him out of the ring and roared in the direction of the X-tron.
Dennis: I’ve decided to accept your challenge for Wrestlelution. You need to be crushed and humbled. Ed, you ‘will’ be crushed for what you've done to us. And trust me…
The camera zoomed in on Dennis’s face.
Dennis: At Wrestlelution, you will be humbled.
Scene opens inside Bradley’s office, Kassidy barges in while Bradley is on a phone call. Kassidy is visibly annoyed, pacing back and forth waiting for Bradley to be done, till he walks up to the desk and grabs the phone base, rips it from its cords and throws it across the room.
Kassidy: Now that your conversation is done, please tell me you are allowing B-17 to sit at home on strike with no pay and not making me go into yet another Triple threat……
Give me one damn title defense where it is just mano e mano, is that to much to ask for? Hell better yet, give B-17 the match at Wrestlution and kick that wannabe champion,
Jackson walks into the room, wearing a NEW Jackson Montgomery t-shirt from ocwshop.com (ONLY $25!), cut off jean shorts, and cowboy boots, the Turmoil championship around his waist. Apparently Jackson wears it everywhere.
Kassidy: Yea, him, kick this guy out of the match and make it B-17 Vs Kassidy. I already beat this chump one on one to claim and be the First Ever Turmoil Champion.
Jackson walks across the room and shoulder bumps Kassidy before sitting down and putting his feet up on Bradley’s desk. Bradley and Kassidy both look at Jackson like he’s crazy then at each other. Before Jackson does anything, he reaches up into his boot, pulls out a small flask, and drinks the entire contents before putting it back in his boot. You can almost see the smoke coming from Bradley’s ears.
Jackson: Look here B. It doesn’t matter that you brought Twilight back. The fact of the matter is this; He did win the title fair and square in the tournament against Jimmy but then quickly lost it to your attack dog Tank. Remember that Kass? Remember when the man you’re now working with brought someone else in to BEAT you?
Kass looks down at Jackson who’s got a big grin on his face, exposing one or two yellowing teeth. You can see the gears turning in Kassidy’s head as he remembers.
Jackson: Regardless of what happened with Tank and the title after that, you still had it and lost it. Then you went to Riot. While you were gone, I worked my ass off and sneakily rode B-17’s popularity train right to the top and stomped Jimmy into the ground to rightfully win this Turmoil championship. Jackson pats the title around his waist. Now, this jerky (pointing his thumb at Bradley) brings you back in and you happily work with him?
Bradley: Jerky?! YOU SONUVA…
Jackson: SHUT UP! You’re worthless Bradley and if you know what’s good for you, you wouldn’t piss off the FACE of Turmoil. Now Kass, B-17 wants to join our little rendezvous and make it a three way dance at Wrestlution? Let him join. I’ve been working on my dancing skills lately and I’d love to show them off on the biggest stage of OCW. It doesn’t matter if the match is triple threat, steel cage, hell in a cell, painus in your anus because it’s all going to end the same. Bell rings, A-Bomb here, Howitzer there, the ref counts 1..2..3 and STILL! Your OCW Turmoil Heavyweight champion, JACKSON MONTGOMERY!
Jackson points his thumbs at himself in a “this guy” style before reaching for his flask again, opening it, and then realizing it’s empty, he tosses it on Bradley’s desk right in front of him. Inscribed on the flask are two initials: DB.
Bradley: You imbecile! That was mine!
Jackson smiles and plays innocent by raising both hands up as if to say, “It wasn’t me.”
Kassidy: Screw it, Bradley, make the triple threat, neither one of these tools can outshine me on the grand stage. I’ll snuff out both in one night and there will be no one to deny my dominance.
The scene fades out with Kass turning around in a huff and walking out.
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No! Not again! You can't do this to Kassidy 'Vampire Jesus' Hayes! He's here to save Turmoil! |
immy signals to the ring announcer's table for a mic.
Jimmy: Hello there Turmoilites!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy: Well, as you probably know, for the second week in a row, I'm not scheduled to wrestle tonight.
The crowd boos, and begins to chant "Fire Bradley! Bradley Sucks!".
Jimmy: If I can't get some matches on Turmoil, what chance do I have getting a match at Lution?
Jimmy: What makes it even worse, is that my sweet little mum has flown all the way over from Scotland to be here tonight, and she was really excited to see me wrestle.
The camera pans to an excited little woman in her early 60s, sitting in the front row of the crowd, proudly wearing her "Jimmy Henry: Pride of Scotland" t-shirt. She smiles and waves at the camera.
Jimmy: She's was telling me earlier that all her friends that she plays bingo with have started watching OCW together. Isn't that right mum? Who's your favourite wrestler again?
Jimmy's mum gives him a nod and mouths "Joe Zhivago".
Jimmy: That's right. Joey Joe Jo. Good lad.
Jimmy: Anyway, onto business. Tank, you sack of spuds, you better drag that fat ass of yours out here. Last week, you called me out to this ring to show me your new hair transplant and then just attacked me? So I am giving you, the redneckbeard excuse-for-a-wrestler, this opportunity to come out here and face me like a man...
As Jimmy is left bleeding, medics rush to jump the barricade. Tank is obviously more pissed off than ever before. Two weeks in a row he has suffered losses. The man was at a boiling point. As the medics tend to Jimmy, Tank shouts and swears at Jimmy, laughing hysterically as the smaller man is bleeding on the floor. It's then when Jimmy's mum raises from her seat and rushes to her son's side.
Tank shouts at her, only for her to turn around and slap him directly in the face. Tank turns and touches his cheek, his face twisting in rage. It's then, when Tank loses all control, balls his fist up, and turns around driving his fist straight into the mother's face, sending her to the floor, bleeding from her mouth. Tank jumps the barricade, but as he does security rushes him, sending him to the floor and holding him down.
Tank is fighting relentlessly, trying to get back up as the medics tend to Jimmy and Mrs. Henry. It takes a whole team of security guards to drag Tank further away from the two, only for Daryl Bradley to come to the top of the ramp with a mic in his hand.
Bradley: Heel!!!
Tank looks over to Bradley, then to the guards, he laughs and puts his hands up in surrender. The rent a cops lift him to his feet slowly and escort him to the back. As Tank passes Bradley he gives him a sinister smile.
Tank: It's only gonna get worse Bradley!
Bradley looks to the scene of Mama Jim and Jim being carried out on stretchers. He shakes his head a bit, only to turn and head to the back.
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We all watched earlier tonight as Sophia took on Pain to claim her spot in the final round, which will take place at the big show..Wrestlelution 10! |
The view changes from the commentators to reveal an updated bracket.
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Will she face Jayde Webb, or her rival, Madison Cox, for the right to be dubbed “Queen of Turmoil”? We hope that you will stay tuned to next week’s Turmoil and find out for yourselves! But now... The main event! |