Turmoil Episode 139

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Bray throws a towel over his ever growing hair and rubs it across his head. He cluthes his stomach after the damage it undoubtedly took after his match with Parker Stevens earlier.

After briefly massaging his injured body, Ace enters the locker room. Bray looks at her sister, pauses for a moment, and then reaches for his bottle of water and chugs it down.

Ace: Still mad at me?

Bray said nothing, continuing to chug down his water until it’s completely empty. He chucks the bottle away and stares at his mirror.

Ace: Can’t be salty like that forever, Ali.

Bray doesn’t seem to be listening. He rises from his chair and goes to the mirror.

Bray S. Spur: The voices are starting to stop, you know.

Ace: What was that?

Bray S. Spur: The voices. Like, after the Wrestlution pre-show when I had my little breakdown backstage and I wound up talking to a wall.

Ace: I don’t recall.

Bray S. Spur: I think after that PPV, I… I think I might’ve got a bit mental.

Ace gives the camera a “Really n***a” look.

Ace: … Nooo. You think?

Bray S. Spur: Sarcasm. That’s always been your strangest personality trait.

Bray begins to chuckle, before the demons in his head seemingly come back and bring him down. He looks at Ace and ponders something.

Bray S. Spur: Why were you talking to Jakub earlier?

Ace: [stammering] H-how did you know about that?

Bray S. Spur: I’m crazy, not stupid, Ace. Why were you talking to him!?

Ace looks around her to see if any Convoy members, particularly Jakub, are nearby. None are near, so she lets it out.

Ace: After you got mad and left I was just standing there like, “What the hell am I gonna do,” and then he comes out of nowhere. He said that… that there were “alternate methods” to getting through to you.

Bray S. Spur: “Alternate methods?” Like what?

Ace: I don’t know, okay!? All I know is that he wouldn’t come to me if he and his boys weren’t up to something.

Bray S. Spur: I know that. But why the hell use you to get to me?

Ace: ...Maybe because he knows I have my concerns about your… mental state.

Bray S. Spur: Any reason he should care about that crap?

Ace: I don’t know! I’m just trying to say be careful. You know the Convoy ain’t to be played with.

Bray S. Spur: Well, you know what?

Bray walks over to his sister and puts an arm on her shoulder.

Bray S. Spur: Neither am I. And because of that, next week, I’m gonna face a member of the Convoy. I could care less who it is. That whole damn group should know to never mess with ME….

Bray heads towards the door.

Bray S. Spur: Or my family! Come on..

Ace exits the room as Bray looks to the camera with a vicious look and slams the door behind him.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Bray is kinda Paranoid.
	He needs to drink some kool-Ade if you ask me.

Blake catches up with Parker after his match as the two of them are walking down the corridor, talking and laughing between themselves.

Stacey: Excuse me, guys....Parker, can I just get a few words about your match tonight.

They both stop infront of her, and begin to laugh, sharing what seems to be a private joke.

Parker: A few words...sure, 'You're'...'welcome'...'Bray'.

Stacey: 'You're welcome Bray? I'm not sure I understand, You just lost your Turmoil debut, why would Bray be welcome?

They again look at each other and burst out laughing.

Parker: For a start, this wasn't my Turmoil 'debut'...my Turmoil debut was way back when you were still playing 'shhhh don't tell mommy' with Uncle Ricky, the uncle that nobody talks about anymore, who wasn't even related, just a 'close' friend of the family.

Blake: Jesus christ that's dark....

Parker: Second, Bray won nothing, I bounced that boy's head off the mat more times than I care to count, I beat myself.

Stacey: You beat yourself?

Parker: How did the match end?

Stacey: He hit you with your own finisher.

Parker: Exactly!!!!! Bray won nothing..I beat myself!! You see, this is only our first night here, 'officially'...and we have these bitches so afraid, so on edge that they even doubt themselves....

Blake: To the point where he doesn't even have the confidence in his own finishing move to even ATTEMPT to hit it!!

Both of them burst out laughing again.

Parker: That boy won nothing, he just showed himself to be mentally weak, he survived me...Of course I'm going to lose to the Truth Siren..it's the greatest move in OCW history!!!!

Parker: I've been here over 10 years, the odd loss here and there means nothing to me Stacey, I do these shows for fun, unless it's a PPV or a title match, I'm really not worried, my win-loss ratio is one of the best of all time, my wins are in the high triple digits, whilst my losses are in the low doubles....

Blake: But Parker did more for Bray's career in 15 minutes than Bray has done for himself in 7 months.

Both men: You're welcome Bray!!

Stacey: You two don't seem to be taking things very seriously.

Parker: Again, the Truth Siren won the match, not Bray, when I fall to someones finisher, then maybe we can talk, but I tell you what, I promise you from next week, I'll take things more seriously...just for you...no more silly entrances, just business.

He pulls a mocking 'serious' face at her, as Blake motions a 'cross my heart' with his index finger over Parker's chest'.

Parker: Now if you'll excuse us, we've got a main event to watch, as that TV title would look perfect around Blake's waist.

The 2 men shove past her, Blake flicking his pink feather boa in her face as they leave the scene.