We now go to the center of the ring where Gentleman Jack is standing by. Jack is still heavily banged up from his encounter with Big Ed two weeks ago on Turmoil. The Gentleman's left arm is in a sling, his ribs are taped, and he looks generally gimpy in the ring. However, he is wearing his favorite “Versus Is My Co Pilot” t-shirt so I suspect he's in better spirits now than during our last encounter.
Jack: Ladies and fellow gentleman, my name is Gentleman Jack, and I'm here to meet destiny.
The crowd is split in its response. Jack has a small, cult like following of fans but most people aren't impressed and are sick of his weekly hijinks and utter lack of any wrestling skill.
Jack: You know folks the last month of my life has been like one long fever dream. The things I've done, the places I've seen, quite frankly it boggles my mind. After tonight though, none of that matters.
A few vocal fans can be heard yelling “You don't matter”.
Jack: Big Ed, last week I called you out here to see if you were ready to meet destiny. I called you out here to see if you were ready to make the next step, to seize opportunity and achieve greatness. I called you out here to see if you wanted something more in this life.
Jack: I gotta admit Ed, I'm a little disappointed. I assumed I would have heard from you by now. I thought my offer was pretty clear. Join me and become an unstoppable force in OCW, or turn me down and continue beating nobodies and selling meth. Sounds like a no brainer to me, but what do I know? You gave me the worst concussion of my life two weeks ago so maybe I'm just not thinking straight. Hell, you rung my bell so hard I actually thought I saw Bill Ding win a match on Unleashed.
The crowd gives Dollar Bill Ding the monster pop he deserved for winning his first match.
Jack: But then I thought, maybe Ed knows exactly what he's doing. Maybe he's playing coy. Maybe he's trying to play a little hard to get. I get it big guy, you need to be seduced. You need a little heterosexual, platonic, man on man romance.
The crowd begins a “This is awkward!” chant.
Jack: So I thought to myself, how do you please a racist, seven foot tall, monster of a biker with hate in his heart? By getting him a match with the Turmoil Champion right here tonight, that's how!
The crowd pops at the mention of seeing the Turmoil Heavyweight Champion appear tonight.
Jack: That's right Ed, do you really think you went from slumming it in the ring with me and Dustin White, to facing a champion the caliber of Jackson Montgomery through your charm and grace? Or was it your boyish good looks?
Jack: Ed, I'm not going to bore you with the details but I had to do terrible, unspeakable things to get you this match. I had degrade myself in front of the producers. They made me do things Ed... Things no human being should do to another living person...
Jack can be seen tearing up, remembering the horrors he endured to secure a match between Big Ed and the champion himself, Jackson Montgomery.
Jack: I'm sorry, I promised myself I wouldn't cry... It's just so emotional for me... They made me...
Jack pauses as the raw emotion is simply too much to handle.
Jack: They made me watch “Golden Era: The Best of Snake and Badass Bill Volume 3”. I mean volumes one and two had their moments but three? Why did we have the Geneva Convention if not to outlaw this kind of savagery?
The crowd groans at the mention of these two OCW “legends”.
Jack: The producers told me if could make it through a Trevor McManus match without falling asleep they'd make the match tonight for the title. But I'm only human Ed! I couldn't do it my man! Watching a McManus match is more dangerous than chasing a bottle of Ambien with vodka!
More groans as the crowd remembers Mr. Personality himself Trevor McManus.
Jack: I begged them for another chance Ed, I really did. I wanted this gift to mean something! So they said if I went through the entire OCW video library and could find just one entry where Smyth D Wonder didn't sound like an entitled twat that the match would be for the belt.
The crowd is behind Jack 100% here.
Jack: As you can imagine, I failed miserably. It was a wild goose chase! Sisyphus has a better chance of getting the boulder to stay then anyone finding proof that Smythe is anything other than an embarrassment to this sport, his country, and humanity as a whole. Thanks Canada!
Jack slowly paces around the ring momentarily while using his one good arm to brush the hair from his eyes. He then looks directly into the camera.
Jack: So Ed, I have to apologize. I couldn't get you a title match. They sent me on a fool's errand. The producers worked me and got a giggle out of it. But that's ok! I got your foot in the door Ed. All you have to do is walk your big ass through it.
At this point, a 350 lb woman wearing a homemade “Fill Me Up Big Ed” t shirt tries to storm the ring. Security stops her before she can even attempt to hit the ring.
Jack: There we go Ed! You see that?! This is why you need me! You got duped by Ring Rat Barbie, her special needs boyfriend humiliated you at the ppv, and your fan club seems to consist of Mama June lookalikes! Is this really the life you want Ed? You're a monster for god sake! Act like it! Hell, at this point I'd be happy if you just acted like a man and had the balls to come out and here answer me face to face!
The crowd gives a classic 1980's sitcom “Oooooo” knowing Jack is writing checks his body can't cash.
Jack: Oh what? You think I'm scared of Ed?! What's he going to do to me that he already hasn't done? You think I'm scared of a beating? Hell no! I've been there, done that, got the t shirt, and gave it to a bum!
The video screen shows group of small children in the 3rd row can be seen with tears in their eyes. The kids are obviously smarter than Jack and fear for his safety. Jack sees it out of the corner of his eye and smiles.
Jack: Are you crying?! There's no crying in wrestling! Grow up you little muff monkeys!
Half the crowd pops hard for “muff monkeys” while the other half groans and boos.
Jack: Oh screw you, that was funny and you all know it!
Big Ed's music hits and Jack straightens up immediately. His eyes widen, a sense of what he's done is hitting him. Ed appears from the curtain and begins his slow walk to the ring
Jack: Ed! The man of the hour! The most dominating physical specimen this company has to offer!
Before Jack can continue, Big Ed gets to the ring and climbs over the top rope. Jack is visibly nervous as Ed towers over him with a smirk on his face. Jack tries to show some courage by going face to lower chest with Ed. As Ed sort of just stares over him, Jack extends his hand.
Jack: Are you ready to be great? Are you ready to show the world who the most dominate athlete on Turmoil truly is? Are you ready to make dreams come true? Are you ready to become the first member of The Gentleman's Club?
Big Ed chuckles to himself before laying out Jack with the big boot. He picks up Jack and chokeslams him for the pure hell of it. Jack lays motionless in the ring as Ed pulls out a half used cigar from his pants and lights it. As Ed begins to puff away he places his giant foot on Jack's chest and motions for the referee to bring him a mic. The ref tries to hand it to him but Ed demands the ref hold it.
Ed: You know, you got a big mouth on you. And apparently a bigger set of balls.
Ed reaches down to shake the limp hand of Gentleman Jack who still isn't moving.
Ed: You got a deal. I'll follow your lead. I'll fight anyone, anytime. Hell, I'll even play nice if need be. But you need to understand something son, you've got 365 days to get gold around my waist. THE GOLD! The Turmoil Heavyweight Title! I want that b*tch to see me with gold and regret backing the wrong horse, understand? If I'm not champion within a year from now... we'll let's just say you won't be seen on Rush tv ever again. Got it?
Ed stares at the crumpled pile of humanity at his feet known as Gentleman Jack.
Ed: Blink if you're following me here pal.
The camera zooms in to see a semiconscious Jack blink one time.
Ed: Good, we understand each other then.
Big Ed knocks the mic from the referee's hand, picks the poor guy up and slams him into the mat with all of his force. Ed's music hits as he smirks once more. The mountain of a man leaves the ring as medical personal check on the ref and Gentleman Jack.
The camera pans backstage where Bill Ding is live on Turmoil, where he's just about to get ready for an interview with Stacy Clark.
Stacy Clark: "Bill, it's great to have you here with us tonight."
Bill Ding scarfs down the last of his questionably dated chicken salad sandwich and flashes Stacy a giant grin.
Bill Ding: "Hey Stace. I’m stoked to be here!"
Stacy Clark: "Since your partner Dylan went missing in action. We have not seen you around much and we're..."
Before Stacy can finish of her sentence. Matt Sheldon walks in and interrupts the interview.
Matt Sheldon: "Why even waste your time with this abomination when you have people such as myself on this show Stacy?"
Stacy Clark: "I was..."
Matt cuts Stacy off and starts to mock her.
Matt Sheldon: (In a sarcastic voice) "I was asked too."
Matt Sheldon: "Pfft. Give me a break."
A very concerned Bill Ding offers Matt his second chicken sandwich.
Bill Ding: "Hangry? Eat a sandwich."
Matt Sheldon: "Don't put that anywhere near me you disgusting pig."
Amidst Sheldon’s disgust, he notices Bill Ding’s flashy new blue and black striped pants.
Matt Sheldon: "And what the hell are you wearing?? Do those pants even fit you?? You couldn't even at least change your shirt??"
Bill Ding: "Hey man, Sheldon- ..Sheldy! Can I call you Sheldy??"
Matt Sheldon narrows his eyes at Bill: "NO."
Bill Ding: "Well anyways Shellfish, what had happened was that spooky lookin’ dude Nightmare totally knocked me over and my old pants ripped on a nail. -Bill shakes his fist.- Stupid building… Stupid renovations!!"
Bill regains his composure: "Anyways, couldn't just go out there for our match with mah Ding hangin’ out for all the lovely ladies to see so I hadta make haste!"
Bill: "And wouldn't cha know it, wardrobe had a spare pair of pants, right up my alley. "
Bill takes hold of the fabric of his pants: "These pants here, these MIGHTY MIGHTY AWESOME pants? They're my lucky pants."
Bill: "Not only can I get down and shake my groove Ding in them, but they helped me somehow beat Nightmare! How else could I have done it?"
Bill: "I mean c'mon, look at me. -Bill raises and eyebrow and looks directly into the camera- Have you SEEN how I look? ….. Too awesome."
Matt Sheldon: "...................My eyes, my beautiful eyes."
Matt Sheldon can't take anymore, he covers his eyes and makes a quick getaway.
Dustin White vs. Carlos Cruz
Ashley Blain: I can sense it. She looked around at the silent crowd. No one dared to make a sound. They clung to the hope that they would learn why she had turned on B-17.
Blain: Silence. After months of cheering for me. Supporting me. Believing that I could help B get the title. Oh how crazy you went. How hopeful you were. To hear silence, proves my power over you.
She smiled seductively the crowd: You want answers, don’t you?
Blain: But you won’t get any. Instead I will provide you with the best news I’ve received in years. You are looking at the newest member of the Turmoil Staff.
The crowd finally broke free of the silence and a loud “No” rippled through the arena.
Crowd: No! No! No!
Blain: Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes. I am the Alpha Bitch here on Turmoil. There is no B-17 to save you, no more belief of better days. Now you have nothing left but to acknowledge that I took from you the one person on Turmoil who actually cared about you.
Blain circles the ring and listens to the loud chorus of boos.
Blain: Because me, personally I despise you. I despise the weak, and B-17, just like you was weak. So weak in fact that he, as a member of staff I'm aware of this, has filed for a leave of absence.
The crowd erupts in anger. At B-17 and Blain.
Blain: Just like before, he left you! He left you because, well, he is pathetic! He packed up his bags and hit the road. I imagine he is drunk somewhere, wondering how his lucked turned.
Blain reaches into her pocket and pulls out a piece of parchment. The crowd goes silent again. Uncertain of what now. Ashley puts on a mock face of surprise: I mean he said just as much in a little note, little bitch he is.
She clears her throat for dramatic effect: I’m sorry, although I’m not sure for what. I’m sorry that you lost faith in me. I’m sorry for what I did to Jackson. Sorry, that I let myself believe that you might provide me with answers. I’m declaring my intent my intent for a leave of absence. In four months I’ve suffered the betrayal of two people I had come to care for greatly. I can’t bring myself to face you. It hurts too much to believe that I failed….
Suddenly Jackson Mongomery’s music breaks the mock sad voice of Blain. She looks up furious. Incredulous that Montgomery would interrupt.
Jackson Montgomery had a mic in hand and called for an end of the music.
Montgomery: Bitch, shut the hell up.
Blain: Wha…
Montgomery: No, just no. Shut up. I’ve got no love for you, after all you kicked me in the face too. Now I may hate, B, but I think I might hate you more and I’m not really enjoying the slander of B. He sent me a note too.
Jackson pulled a note out of his pocket.
Jackson: I get the sense that he sent both of us this. So keep that trap quiet and listen to this, shouldn't be too hard, it's only eight words.
Jackson: B said this, When I return, I’m bringing Punishment with me.
The crowd erupts in cheers.
Jackson looks around depressed at the crowd before looking back at Ashley: We have a problem to deal with.
The locker room was dark, save for a solitary glow from a mobile phone illuminating the moustached face of Sebastian Abbott.
A knock on the door awakened Seb from his reverie.
Seb: Come in.
The door opened and in came Ginger the intern.
Ginger: Mr. Abbott tonight you face Dennis Black, a match touted as "A long time coming". Are you nervous that you may lose your moustache?
Abbott raised his hand to his face and twirled the corner of his moustache.
Seb: Anything can happen Ginger, I know Dennis will have some form of escape plan so I have my own plan set in motion.
Ginger: You're not going to trust those clowns are you? You have seen what they've done to Axton Bravo and Loki McGregor?
Seb: I don't care about that, if they show up during my match then the world will know The Orphanage is in Dennis' pocket.
Ginger: You've levelled this accusation of collusion towards the TV champion before, what if it all back fires?
Seb: It won't back fire, that I'm sure of. Now be gone I have to finish getting ready.
Ginger nodded and walked off leaving Seb on his own.
Seb: I hope I haven't made a big mistake.
Scene ends.
Malu briskly walks through the backstage area making a b line straight for catering when he crosses paths with his opponent Bray S. Spur. Malu pays him on mind and actually shoulders past the star.
Bray S. Spur: Watch it, Piglet!
Malu stops in his tracks. (You don’t get between a Samoan and free food.) He has an angry look on his face but it turns into a smirk.
Malu: My bad little guy. I’m sorry you were in my way make sure it doesn’t happen again.
Bray S. Spur: And just who the hell are you? Better yet, don't break your brain trying to answer that. Better question for you: You know who the hell I am right?
Malu: Not that it really matters you could have been our boss Mugen for all I care. But yes I do know who you are. You are the man who is about to get broken in half tonight. You are the man who will be my vessel to shut all the nay sayers up.
Malu: Now don’t go patting yourself on the back, I say that to mean by crushing you I can show everyone that I am who I always have been. A machine of destruction. And the Pukka pie eating ass kicker.
Bray responds with a smirk of his own.
Malu: You know what Bray, why don’t we make this interesting? If you beat me tonight why don’t we talk to the people who do all the paperwork and add you to that number 1 contender’s match on Sunday? I'm so confident that I’ll crush you tonight I don’t even need anything in return. All you need to do is show up and I’ll do what I do!
Bray S. Spur: You aren't the only one who has nay sayers to shut up, Piglet. I'm sick of arrogant pricks like you looking past me. You wanna raise the stakes tonight?... You’ve got yourself a deal.
Bray walks away from the giant Malu who doesn’t even get angry at the comment. He turns his attention to the catering table.
Malu: Salad or naw? Who the hell am I kidding?
Malu begins to attack the catering table with the same ferocity he does in his matches. Ace arrives out of nowhere and flashes a look of confusion at her brother.
Ace: Who the hell was that?
Bray S. Spur: A bug... a bug who just bit off more than he can chew.
Bray takes a look at the food Malu was heading towards and smiles.
Bray S. Spur: Literally....
Bray grabs his N7 hoodie and flips the hood over his head as the camera cuts back to the arena.
Sophia vs. Amber Fowler
The scene opens backstage with Sophia making her way through the curtain after her match. She comes across Turmoil Television Champion Dennis Black tending to his belt, shining it with a handkerchief meticulously.
Sophia: Hey there!
Sophia pauses as she notices Dennis nurturing his belt like a newborn babe.
Sophia: ...Um, what are you doing?
Dennis Black: Just polishing Gretchen. I noticed she had some fingerprints on her… Can't have that!
Sophia raises an eyebrow: Oh… erm, ok. While I have you, just wanted to tell you what an awesome job you did representing the Turmoil brand the other night on Riot. That was a great match! You and Nathan Carter are quite a pair.
Dennis takes a moment from tending to his belt to look up at her. He stands and drapes the belt over his shoulder.
Dennis Black: Much appreciated. It was nerve wracking.
Sophia: Oh by the way, looks like we will be sharing a booth at the fan access event before Savage Lands this Sunday. See you then?
Dennis Black: Really? I get a booth this time? A real one? Awesome! I had to make my own, out of cardboard for Wrestlution’s fan access.
Sophia: Wow... You had to make your own? OCW gave me a huge booth. Almost as big as Pugh's! My booth was right in between his and Parker's.
Dennis frowns at her, and then realizes-
Dennis: Wait, Parker had a booth?? He didn't even have a match!
Sophia nods her head. She starts stretching her arms out when she winces and holds her back.
Sophia: Oof… That Amber Fowler… She's not exactly light as a feather.
Dennis Black: Here let me help you- I've picked up a technique or two in the art of massage therapy.
Sophia bends over slightly holding onto the wall as Dennis does his best to work out the muscle in Sophia's back. Just at this perfect moment, Dennis turns and sees Madison standing at a distance, glaring at them while sipping her frappuccino. She marches towards them furiously.
Madison: What the hell is THIS?? Sophia, you stay away.
Dennis Black: It's not what it looks like. I was just helping-
Madison: Stay out of this, Dennis!!
Dennis shuts up quickly and looks confused.
Madison suddenly launches her frappuccino at Sophia, which Sophia quickly bats away- It explodes in mid air from the impact of the block and gets all over Dennis and his belt.
Dennis Black: Gretchen!!
Sophia looks between Madison and Dennis before shrugging.
Sophia (smirking): ...see you Sunday morning!
Sophia quickly walks away from the duo.
Dennis and Madison start to argue inaudibly over the mess.
Masked woman - Hola OCW. Mi nombre es Sugar Skull. Los 3 hombres me llaman Skull Face #1, #2 Skull Face y Skull Face #3. Estamos a día de los Muertos. Usted puede burlarse de nuestros nombres. Usted puede burlarse de nuestra mirada. Usted puede reírse de nuestra canción y la entrada. Pero no nos engañemos. No estamos aquí para su diversión. Una vez que suene la campana y comienza el partido, podrás ver lo serias son. ¿Personas en la parte trasera no nos gusta? Próxima semana desafiamos a alguien en la espalda para hacer algo al respecto. Retamos a cualquier persona en la parte posterior para colocarnos en nuestro lugar. Gracias.
Sugar Skull - Translation. We are Dia de los Muertos. You may laugh at us. But once you see us in action you will see just how funny we are. Next week, we challenge anyone in the back to put us in our place. Thank you.
Fade to commercial.
The titantron flickers on and off, with the image feed rapidly changes from images of bingo parlors and black and white airline commercials to the bottles of alcohol and then finally, Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends.
With the crowd as confused as they've ever been by a video, a familiar face comes on the screen, and it's none other than Turmoil’s resident vampire, Kassidy Hayes.
Kassidy: I'm sure you're all wondering what that video was all about. Well, so am I! You see, something’s been bothering me lately. Those four things that just came out in the video. Is it just me, or are those the only things Jackson thinks about?
Kassidy: For months, I've had to deal with being in the middle of a love triangle between your booze, your former best friend, and your imaginary best friend. Now normally, I wouldn't really care, I mean why should I? The issue here, Jackson, is that while this soap opera of yours goes on, you're holding on to MY title!
Kassidy: You seem to be focusing on all the wrong things Mr. Montgomery. Because you've forgotten about your worst nightmare. And I don't mean this thing.
Kassidy: No no no, I mean none other than the Death Dealer himself Jacky, I’m talking you’re stuck on a island with no booze and tank trying to be your best friend, that kind of nightmare. You’ll be wishing at that point that you only had imaginary friends and that you never stepped into the ring with me. After Savage lands, you will be pleading and begging not to be put in the ring me again like I have heard Dennis begging not to be in the ring with Bray S. Spurs again. The title will forever be just a wet dream to you from that point on
Hayes turns his back to the camera as his coat black it out and nobody's quite certain when the feed stops.
Joe Zhivago Jr. vs. Matt Sheldon
The Orphanages' token pyromaniac Pyra, was standing out in the arena car park watching and waiting. She spotted the beefcake Axton Bravo chasing a busker dressed as a French mime.
Pyra: That fool is too stupid for his own good
As Axton Bravo faded off into the distance a slightly familiar unpainted face walked past her.
Pyra: Hi... Mr. McGregor?
The man turned around and his green eyes locked with hers.
Loki: Aye lass, whattaya be wenting? Ich bin eina autograph?
Pyra nods her head and beckons for him to follow.
Loki: Aye cinnae follow bonnie lass, need ta git raddy fir a metch
Pyra: I'm a lass in need of help, you wouldn't want me to get hurt out there on my own would you?
Pyra, turning up the charm, pouted and batted her eyes seductively. She turned and motioned towards a parking garage off in the distance.
Pyra: Pretty please?
Pyra continued gazing at Loki with a 'come hither' look, biting her bottom lip. Loki raised an eyebrow and gestured her to lead the way.
Loki: Got sum car trouble, love? oi can luk under de 'ud for yer.
As the pair entered a parking garage to the rear of the arena, it got creepy.
A voice called from the darkness.
???: LLLLLOOOKKII COME OUT TO PLAA-AAY.
The sound of glass bottles could be heard scraping across the ground.
???: LOKI COME OUT TO PLAA-AAY
As Loki began to back away from the buildings entrance he backed right into a solid frame of a man. Slowly Loki turned and saw the big guy of the Orphanage Bubba Mitchell, turning back to the sound of the voices Corey Ford and Little L came into view broken bottle necks clattered on their fingers.
Corey: Nan's going to hate this. Pyra if you will do the honours.
Loki looked at Pyra with a bemused shock in his eyes, She smiled at the Irishman before delivering a low blow, Loki dropped to his knees all breath rushing from his lungs.
The last thing he remembered before letting the blackness sweep him was the laughter of the Orphanage and the thud thud of him being dragged away.
Dennis Black vs. Seb Abbott
The X-Tron flickers on and we see a close-up of Joe Zhivago's face. The crowd cheer when they see him.
Joe: Heya everyone! I thought I'd get some fresh air after my match, so went for a little stroll...
The camera pans back and we see Joe is outside his Uncle's Jazz club, now under the control of Big Ed and his gang. There are a few bikes parked outside. Joe looks behind him and feigns surprise.
Joe: Oh, how did I end up here? Must have taken a wrong turn or something…
Joe puts a hand rolled cigarette between his lips and lights it with a Zippo. He takes a long drag of his cigarette and exhales a large plume of smoke. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and looks at it questionably
Joe: Filthy habit… I really need to give this up...
Joe: Ed, I hope you're watching this somewhere, because, I'd like to thank you for something… When I first came to America, I was naïve, I thought a warm smile and a positive attitude was all I needed…
Joe frowns and shakes his head.
Joe: But I couldn't have been more wrong. You've put me through hell, Ed, and that changes people. I know who I need to be now and for that I'd like to thank you.
Joe takes another long drag of his cigarette.
Joe: Anyway, I said I wasn't going to stoop to your level, but I changed my mind… Sometimes to beat the monster, you have to become the monster...
Joe flicks his cigarette into the sidewalk, which ignites abruptly, quickly burning a trail towards the club. Joe raises his hand to his mouth in feigned astonishment before climbing into his beat up campervan and screeching off down the road. The club suddenly turns into a blazing inferno. A number of leather clad bikers smash through the windows and roll around on the ground, on fire, screaming in horror.
Some of the audience can be heard cheering, while the more feint of heart gasp in shock.
The scene changes to a shot of Big Ed watching on a monitor backstage. He's yelling like a wild animal and frothing a little at the mouth as he yanks the screen off the wall and smashes it to pieces on the ground.
The camera fades as Ed stands there screaming in frustration.
Axton Bravo had not heard from Loki, minus a brief phone call a few days ago. Axton had called but Loki claimed he was busy. From the sounds in the background, he certainly was. He wondered who the girl was…
Either way, he was determined to find Loki to give him a status report on the search for the clowns secret hideaway. He checked around the arena. No one had seen him. But that wasn’t uncommon, Loki enjoyed his time alone in the locker room. Why he didn’t start there was a mystery, but not overly pressing.
As Axton walked into Loki’s locker room he pulled out his Ipad to search for some new tunes. He didn’t just wear these headphones around for looks, but they looked totally rad.
Axton: Yo! Browkski. That cream pie place...it wasn’t what I expected. Anyways I’m certain no clowns have ever been there.
Axton looked up but Loki wasn’t in sight.
Axton: Dude? You in the little boys room?
Axton strode over to the bathroom and opened the door with his eyes closed: DUDE! No homo. You in here?
No answer. Axton opened his eyes. Hm. Where the hell was his wee little friend?
His eyes noticed something reflected in the mirror, taped to inside of the door. A note.
Axton moved as fast as his miniature legs could carry him. The note read:
Loki is going on an extended vacation.
With love,
The Clowns.
Suddenly the door opened and cracked Axton in the face. He clapped his hands to his nose and let out a shriek of pain.
Axton: UGHHH. OOOO. AHHHHHH. My face! You bitch!
Voice: Man up, you idiot!
Axton staggered back a bit and saw that Bray S. Spur had made his way into the locker room.
Bray S. Spur: Did that seriously hurt? Out of all the ish you've been through, THAT hurt? You worthless piece of-
Bray takes a moment to gather himself.
Bray S. Spur: [sigh] Listen to me, and listen good. I normally don't do things like this, much less to an idiot like you. I don't like you. I'll probably never like you.
Axton: I get it. So what are you doing here?
Bray S. Spur: I'm here.... because despite my lesser feelings towards you, I have even less love for the Orphanage after they screwed up my leg at Unleashed. Because of them, I had to miss Turmoil, I can barely walk right now, and I hate missing because of BS like this. I want payback, and I want it now.
Bray S. Spur: And considering you and Loki seem intent on going to war with them... I don't see why I can't do my part to eradicate them from OCW once and for all. So, Johnny Bravo, consider this an olive branch. Whether you accept it or not, I don't care. Fact is, the Orphanage and their parade across Turmoil is going to end by MY HANDS. Whether it be at Savage Lands, the pre-show, I don't care.
Bray S. Spur: All that matters is at the end of the day... the Insane Clown Posse dies one way or another.
Bray marches out of the locker room, leaving Axton to his possibly broken nose.
Bray S. Spur vs. Malu
With all the crap going on right now , Jackson Montgomery now has Ashley Blaine to deal with. With Blaine being a member of the Turmoil staff, that can only mean bad things for the champ. Jackson sits alone in his locker room, sitting on a bench. He's in his ring gear but doesn't look fit to compete at all. Jackson is leaning against the wall, head down with a towel covering it. We hear a slight hiccup, then burp, followed by a flask filled with who knows what brought to his mouth. While he had not planned on getting this way when the night started, it's sure headed down a dark road fast.
Jackson Montgomery: Who the hell does he think he is? Punishment? For me? Nah I don't think so.
Jackson takes another drink from the flask.
Jackson Montgomery: Of everyone on Turmoil’s roster, I'm the best and I don't take kindly to threats. Punishment for me...pssh. With or without that harpy Blaine, I would have won and sent B-17 packing. The ending was inevitable. No matter what, B wasn’t walking out last week.
Another swig is taken and can hear when it's brought back down that it's almost empty.
Jackson Montgomery: Look at this stupid thing. Jackson grabs the note that laid beside him. Who writes a note? It’s clear B wasn’t man enough to face me to say these things. Who needs him? Not me. It’s not he’s the Batman to my Joker. He’s not Superman to my Lex Luthor. He’s not Bill Ding to my catering table. What the…? I’m rambling aren’t I?
Jackson raises the towel from his head just enough to see out as if to get someone’s approval or for someone to acknowledge his words.
Jackson Montgomery: Dave? Davie?
Nothing. When was the last time Davie just didn’t show up? Where the hell is he? Of all the times to leave Jackson alone, he had to pick this one. Just as Jackson lowers the towel back over his face, a knock is heard at the door. Jackson doesn’t answer and just sits there. The knock is heard again, a bit louder this time. Again, Jackson doesn’t acknowledge the sound. Instead of knocking a third time, the door swings open and enters Jim Black and a cameraman. Oblivious to the situation, Jim walks right up to Jackson.
Jim Black: Here he is. Jackson Montgomery. We’ve been looking everywhere for you. You’ve got a match in a few minutes and we wanted to get your thoughts on a few things.
Jackson doesn’t move but Jim can’t seem to take the hint.
Jim Black: What do you have to say about how Turmoil ended last week? What are your feelings toward B-17? Toward Ashley Blaine?
Hearing their names together like that sparked an interest in Jackson. He stirs a bit but never removes the towel that’s covering his face.
Jackson Montgomery: It seems Ashley did to B-17 what I did to him. She saw an opportunity to become something greater, based on what happened earlier, and she used B-17 to get there. Just like I did. If Jimmy Henry is the ultimate and forever underdog, B-17 is the ultimate and forever stepping stone and that’s clear to everyone now. You want something? You bury B-17 and all your dreams come true.
Jackson pats the Turmoil Heavyweight Championship that’s been sitting across his lap.
Jackson Montgomery: As far as Ashley Blaine goes, you saw how I feel about her earlier tonight. She rode his coattails right to the top. Did I ride those same coattails? You’re goddamn right I did! But it was me who put that coat on him. It was me who made him look like a diamond in this sea of coal. Ashley gave B-17 what he deserved and instead of sticking around and taking his lumps like a man, he turned tail and Jackson brings his hands up for air quotes took a leave of absence. Whatever that means.
Jim Black: How will all this affect your match against Big Ed? He’s been a wrecking ball in OCW as of late.
Just as Jim finishes asking his question, Jackson hears Big Ed’s music playing over the speakers. Jackson jumps up but smacks his head on the shelf above him. He plops back down on the bench and jerks the towel off his face. He uses the towel to wipe his face down, which is clearly more red than usual. Jackson rubs his head, grabs the Turmoil Championship and pushes Jim out of the way and looking over his shoulder.
Jackson Montgomery: Big Ed is nothing to me. This match means nothing to me. I couldn’t care less about what happens out there tonight.
Jackson stumbles towards the door, wobbling to the left and right before getting there. He grabs the door knobs and pulls the open, smacking his face with it. This time when Jackson stumbles back, the flask falls out of his trunks and onto the floor. Jackson doesn’t even notice as he shakes his head a bit before heading out and towards the ring. The camera pans back to Jim who points to the floor. The camera then focuses on the flask, zooming in and then fading to black.
Jackson Montgomery vs. Big Ed