Live from the Barclays Center

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hello and welcome to Turmoil 157.
	We're only 2 days away from Road 2 Glory.

	What a road it has been Randy and we're nearly reaching the granddaddy of them all. Wrestlution 11!
	Exciting times.

The Queen of mean, The companion of ‘Our Humble Hero’, The White Queen stood in the center of the ring and embraced the mixture of love, hate, and jealousy sent her way. It was mostly jealously.

What's not to be jealous of?

Madison: There is no expiration date on destiny. I firmly believe that sentiment applies to each and every single OCW star. That is...every single OCW that isn’t named ‘Malu’...

Madison: The year was 1999, when the Samoan Machine that would come to be known to all of you peasants as ‘Malu’ laced up his boots and appeared before a live audience for the very first time. That day was the start of a long and successful career for a man that will without a doubt find a place among the immortals in the OCW Hall of Fame.

Madison rolled her eyes at the cheers for Malu.

Madison: 1999 was a very special year. A year that I developed a taste for Fox News. A year that I discovered Carmen Sandiego. It was the year that I learned how to color. A year that I discovered pink. It was the year that I knew I had a very successful life ahead of me.

Madison: Eighteen years ago, Malu was working to become something special in this business. Dennis Black was merely a child, unable to bathe himself. Fast forward eighteen years and I stand before you as the greatest Manager this company...no...the wrestling world has EVER seen.

Madison points to the camera.

Madison: Fast forward eighteen years and Dennis Black is on the cusp of becoming the most dominant and successful Champion that this company has EVER seen.

Madison: For eighteen years, Malu has dreamed of being the best wrestler in the world. For eighteen years Malu has craved to be at the TOP of OCW. Something that my King...has accomplished in less than a year, minus the coddling and favoritism that many before and after him had received.

Madison lowers the mic and stops pointing at the camera as she is showered with boos. She lets this continue for another minute before resuming.

Madison: Malu, you wanted this. One...more...match. One more match against a man who has wrestled for three years, compared to your eighteen. One more match against man you have NEVER defeated.

Madison holds up one finger in front of the camera.

Madison: One more match. This is your last opportunity. Is this truly your destiny, Malu? To do what no else in this company can seem to do. To defeat a man who has pushed you to your limit unlike any before him? Is it your destiny to take away a Championship that 'we' and we alone made relevant? Is it your destiny to save these people from a level of success that they simply cannot comprehend?!

Madison: No...Malu.

Madison: ….No.

Madison shakes her head.

Madison: This isn’t your destiny. Your time is up, Malu. Tonight, I will look on as Dennis Black snuffs out your flame and uses your ashes to fuel his own. We will carry your strength and your legacy into battle against the Final Boss, Hideto Matsuda at Wrestlution.

Madison: You’ve done great things...and could have done even more. But you’re hell bent on impeding the Prophecy. A prophecy that was set into Motion over a year ago. That simply will not be tolerated. For that, your story must come to an end.

Madison: After the war has concluded, and you’re looking up at the lights, remember one thing…

Madison: One very important thing. Etch it into the back of your mind, Samoan...

Madison: Madison Cox, The White Queen, orchestrated the end of your career ...simply because I could.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Madison Cox needs a mute button.
	But she's not wrong Tom.

	Our first match of the night is about to go down as Austin Lee takes on the new kid, Devin Frye.
	Last week Devin picked up a win, can lighting strike twice again this week?

Austin Lee

vs

Devin Frye

#Austin nods at B-17 who walks around to the far side of the ring stepping up onto the apron. B-17 eyes staying locked on Sid Harrison with every step he takes. #Austin makes his way around the ring making his way to the announcers table. Sid Harrison shaking his head as he takes his place along the ring apron with his back to the entrance ramp, as Devin has been surrounded in the ring.

#Austin keeping his back to the ring as his focus is completely on the announcers desk. Smiling as he shakes his head at Randy Rice and turns his attention to Tom Sanders. #Austin Lee begins to gesture for Tom to stand up who shakes his head not wanting to participate with Lee. Which doesn’t sit well with #Austin who makes his way around the table and rips the chair out from under Tom Sanders. Tom who is completely caught off guard does his best to not fall to the ground but is no match for #Austin and toes tumbling to the ground.

#Austin picks the chair up and throws it into the ring at Devin, picking up a few microphones and sliding one into the ring at Devins feet and tossing another to B-17, before taking his place on the apron.

#Austin Lee: Relax, kid….. Have a seat…..

#Austin gesture to the chair he stole from Tom Sanders.

#Austin leans over the ropes as he speaks to Devin: Kid… You honestly think you are the new.. *Mimicking Devin’s Voice* Goddam Gold Standard here….

#Austin shakes his head at Devin: You're looking at the gold standard of Turmoil The Invictus….

#Austin points at B-17

B-17 cautiously climbs up next to Austin and separates himself and Sid : The Devil...ooooo. Sends shivers down my spine...But that’s about it. Meanwhile I will cause pain, numbness, loss of sensation, difficulty with urinations, change in bowel habits, paralysis, and deformities.

Sid Harrison turns his back to B-17 showing him no respect as he ignores every word he says.

#Austin Lee: Devin I have no interest in fighting you, it’s not out of fear or some form respect and for once it has nothing to do with these disgraceful people in this crowd tonight who do not deserve me to grave this ring for them.

#Austin Lee: Believe it or not I actually like you kid…. So this is what we are going to do….

B-17 shakes his hand as if to say “eh, you’re alright.”

#Austin holding up 1 finger: Option 1) you pick that microphone up and speak since you were spoken to and you accept this offer and instead of being some want to be good standard of rookies you become Invictus Rookie…. I want you to denounce this disgraceful company and accept your place as our rookie….

#Austin holding up 2 fingers: Or option 2) You become another victim to the Invictus. Sure you can try to fight and then proceed to secure your fate in this company as another good for nothing rookie, who will remain a never was and a never will be.

#Austin Lee: What’s it going to be kid or should Big brother Sid just take care of you and send you on your way…..

#Austin turns his attention to Sid as he get a his attention back: You got a problem Sid? *Sid laughs and shakes his head at #Austin.* That’s what I thought….

B-17 glares at Sid and clenches his fist.

#Austin Lee: Or secure your fate and become the Rookie to Invictus or you going to accept your fate…. And just get wrecked kid….

Sid Harrison grinds his teeth. B-17 glances back at Sid. Sid gives a smile. B-17 finally breaks. Using the ropes he springboards himself into the air. Before Sid can react B-17’s fist connects with the side of his head and he topples in a heap.

#Austin Lee: Damnit B!

No one pays any attention to Lee. Devin is standing there with his mouth open and his eyes wide. B-17 meanwhile dusts himself off and rolls into the ring.

To Devin’s credit he doesn’t back down.

B-17: Alright, kid. Here is the ugly truth. I f**king hate that man.

Bingo points to Sid Harrison.

B-17: And I will likely hate you too. But that man.

B-17 points to Lee.

B-17: He likes you. He sees something in you. He wants to build you, mold you into the Devil you claim to be. But personally, I just don’t think you're evil enough. I don’t think you’ve embraced hate. I don’t think you’ve embraced unpredictability. To me, you look like a prep fag turned fake goth, threw on a cape, and coined himself “The Devil” all to make himself feel like he was edgy.

Devin clenches his jaw and his muscles tense. B-17 takes a step forward. Austin watches on intently.

B-17: Do you want to be “edgy” or do you want to be cancer? Do you want influence or do you want to be Invictus? We own Turmoil because regardless of who holds the belts, regardless who wins and losses, who cheers, no matter what. I am a tumor you can’t cut out and cancer always wins in the end.

B-17: Edgy? Or cancer?

Devin drops his mic and stands toe to toe with B-17, then he gives a wide berth and sidesteps around him. He comes face to face with Austin, but again sidesteps him and exits the ring.

Standing over Sid Harrison, Devin hesitates for a moment.

CRACK!

Devin stomps his boot into Sid’s face. Again, and again, and again. Not satisfied, Devin reaches under the ring and pulls out a chair…

B-17: Cancer kills.

Bingo drops his mic and exits out the ring as Austin Lee enters the ring.

#Austin Lee: CAINE!

#Austin Lee: You may be the cancer of this but let's get this straight right now… We are Invictus….Me, Sid Harrison, You and now Devin….

#Austin Lee: Now if you have a problem with that or it he does then you settle it at Road 2 Glory…. And I swear to both of you this better end Sunday or I will end it myself.

#Austin throws his microphone at B-17 as the camera fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That got out of control fast.
	I don't think they can work together after that.

Recorded the day before Turmoil...

Ginger the intern sat in a darkened room at an undisclosed location. Sitting opposite him was Sebastian Abbott, who was slightly flushed and red faced.

Ginger: Why aren't we doing this tomorrow?

Seb: Because I don't have to worry about having a run in with Joe Zhivago here.

Ginger: Ok, well last week saw Joe chase you through the arena in nothing but your birthday suit. How did you manage to pay for that cab?

Seb: I didn't pay for it. Funny really, he drove me back to my place looked in the back and just started freaking out. "I've picked up another naked hobo, lost a good pay for this".

Ginger: So you ruined a cabbies night, that's great.

Seb: Oh no I didn't ruin his night until he got out of the cab to rough me up. There is a youtube video already titled naked hobo teabags New York Cabbie.

The intern pulled the video up on his ipad before raising a quizzical eyebrow.

Ginger: Is that your doorman dragging you away at the end, and did you really stick your... You know what don't answer please.

A door creaked open towards the back of the room and a head popped out.

???: Ya ready fa round two?

Ginger tried to get a better view of who was in the other room.

Seb: Just finishing up with Red here.

???: Well ya canae keep me waiting too much loonger.

The door closed and Seb clapped his hands together.

Seb: Well Gingey you heard the lass, I got a fun round of stuff coming up.

Ginger: Did I detect a Scotish accent on that woman?

Seb winked and stood up ushering Ginger towards the exit.

Seb: That's for me to know and you to figure out. See ya next week mate.

Pushing Ginger through the door and closing it, Seb smacked his lips.

Seb: Let's get some fresh haggis..

The camera pans to the back room to show Seb walking in a grin splayed across his face and a familiar looking woman laying on the bed draped in a tartan blanket.

Seb: I'm ready for round two, hope there's some left for me.

The camera cuts, saving our viewers from the indescribable acts that unfolded....

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Joe is gonna kill you!
	Seb has been on the run for the past few weeks, can Joe catch up with him come Sunday?

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