The world famous track of Ode to Joy fades into the background as a confused audience wait to find out exactly what this is all about.
???: Good evening lay-dees and gentleman. My name is Bossa and I am ‘ere to spread d’word. T’teach you de wae.
He shakes his head.
Bossa: D’wae has been lost ‘ere on T’moil. It is why you find yeselves in such a mess. D’Lord is punishing you, for ye do not know de wae. But rejoice, fo I am he-yuh to ‘elp wit dat. T’save your mo-tal coils, t’liberate se souls dat cryout. I mus’ go fo now, but fret not child, I will be back.
The stranger poses for the cameras, mimicking Christ upon the cross before he leaves, the crowd none the wiser to what that was all about.
***
Scene opens up outside the arena during the day as fans line up to get inside the Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum. Code Jackman and Tay Terror were outside interviewing fans.
Code Jackman: We are here in disguise as fans of the Young Drakes interviewing fans on their reaction last week that my boy Terror and myself shocked the world with our tag title belts.
Code Jackman approaches a few fans
Code Jackman: Who is the best tag team on Turmoil?
Fan #1: definitely the Young Drakes.
Fan#2: agreed Young Drakes.
Code Jackman: You people make me sick. You know what the Drakes do not have are title belts to prove they are the best.
Code storms off angry heading down the line of people.
Code Jackman: What are your thoughts on the new hottest tag team in OCW Code Terror?
Fan #3: Who? I do not know who they are?
Fan#4: they are the guys who think they are good or something
Code Jackman: We do not think we are good we are great!
Code runs off all the way to the end of the giant line. Meanwhile Tay Terror is asking a young child a question.
Tay Terror: Do you like the new title belts that Code Terror brought to OCW?
Fan #5: I think it is cool, but they are not cool looking as Dennis Blacks title.
Terror slowly tilts his head looking at the camera following him.
Tay Terror: Agreed.
The camera was cut back to code standing in line for autographs for Madison Cox. Jackman finally got his chance to get something autographed.
Code Jackman: oh my gosh I waited so long for this moment…
*Madison Cox: is there something for me to sign? You are kind of holding up the line and I have to be somewhere.
Code Jackman: sorry sir can you sign my, my, my…..
*Madison Cox: My what?
Code Jackman: My new titles?
*Madison Cox: yeah sure,
Cox begins to sign the paper plate part of the belt.
*Madison Cox: What a second I have only seen two of these before and look at that there are two right here.
Code Jackman: Thanks you are the best this will be on here forever.
The camera gets a close up on Cox as she had a puzzled smile on her face. The camera pans Corey Ford as he stopped signing autographs to get a look at the person dressed in young drakes outfit with two title belts in his hand.
*Corey Ford: Wait a second those belts are not for sale for merchandise yet… Hey Jackman!
Jackman slowly turns around and locks eyes with Ford.
Code Jackman: Well look who it is Corey Ford.
Both of them got face-to-face touching noses and then Ricky came out of nowhere drop kicking Jackman. Jackman’s head hits the concrete head first busting his nose wide up open.
*Corey Ford: That’s right Jackman you told me to watch my back well you need to watch yours.
Tay Terror ends up coming through the crowd and chased off the Young Drakes.
Corey looked over his shoulder as they abandoned their autograph session and shouted.
Corey: Sorry folks we need to cancel our session, but those guys are giving out free tops OCW card packs.
The crowd swarmed Tay as he reached out for Corey’s hood.
Enthusiastic overweight fan: *Sniff* you ah you the guy with the Tops cards? Can ah can ah can you ah please give me a couple packs?
Tay: The hell is a Tops dreidel what?
The backs of Corey and Ragnarath were vanishing quickly into the growing crowd. Tay walked back to where Code lay and the scene ends.
The camera pans to the announce team.
What's going to happen in this next one?
One will win, one will lose. In depth analysis I know.
Samsin Simpsin vs Yoo PS
The camera pans to the announce team.
You were right.
Like you'd expect anything less from me.
B-17 scribed with pen on the back of his arm: Day seven, the bear has accepted me as it’s cub. The ride is a bit rough, but the fur is quite cozy. Note to future self, love hotels are not for singles…
Since their landing, B-17 had attempted to separate himself from Grizzly-17, but she was very protective of him. When he had tried to upgrade to Panda express, she had howled in rage and carried him by his hair for a few miles. So he compromised. A gawking tourist had pointed him in the direction of Tokyo. Some stolen steak and a bamboo stick with a string attached had gotten them moving.
The journey was fraught with peril. Just the other day B-17 was forced to do battle with Goku and Monkey D. Luffy. He had thought that they were just characters from TV series, but Japan was a magical place. And the police didn’t even bother him they just shouted at him : 偉大な衣装！
He had no idea what that meant, but he assumed it was “Oh my god, is that OCW Super, Super, Superstar B-17?”
He just waved. The police would roll by, wave and continue on their way. Such a welcoming place.
As he rolled into Tokyo he stopped a passing scooterist: You, sir. I seek this place! (B17 points to his scrap of paper with the address on it) I don’t know if that is a man, woman, child, restaurant, or sex shop. Point me in the right direction and I love you long time.
B-17: I don’t understand the words coming out of your mouth!
Scooterist: I say, fook you. Mr. Mugen, numba un OCW stupastar.
B-17 glared at the Scooterist: Mush, Grizzly-17!
Grizzly 17 responded and slowly trudged away with a growl.
B-17: I know, right? Foolish Italians.
A passing black limo made Grizzly-17 perk up.
B-17: I smell it too! Onward!
***
The scene opens up with the Television champion Seb Abbott sitting in the locker room nursing his bruised jaw after the chaos that ensued earlier in the evening.
Hoe1: Sébastien Voudriez-vous temps de plaisir?
Seb: What? No I paid you already...
She looked at him puzzled.
Seb: Oh fun time, yes I would very much like that. Just let me wrap my knuckles, last time we did this I dislocated a knuckle finger smashing one of you..
Hoe2: posso me juntar a você
As hoe 2 said this hoe 3 and 4 walked in looking rather flushed and angry.
Hoe3 and 4 together: Nunca nos pagaste!
Seb's eyes bulged at the accusation.
Seb: Firstly: Laura you and Carmen go get started back at the hotel.
As Hoe 1 and 2 left to go get the car, Seb rounded on the other two.
Seb: Escucha cuidadosamente para mi palabras. You have been paid, here have this to tide you over. You'll get the next set of Rupees on Monday.
Hoe4: Paga yo en bitcoin.
He pulled out a wad of cash from his duffle and tossed it towards the two ladies.
Seb: Don't spend it all at once, and please if Big Ed wants to smash get the money up front. I would like reimbursement if you let anyone in you on my dime...
The ladies seemed to understand this because at the mention of Big Ed the started salivating.
Seb: Oh ladies, what do you see in him?
Hoe4: Grande pene, muy GRANDE pene.. encaja bien.
Seb shook his head as the ladies left, still yammering on about Big Ed's dick. With one last look around, Seb picked up his duffle bag and then the TV title slinging it over his shoulder and walking out the door.... The scene fades out to the commentary team.
***
Raiden Hayes: UGHHH. It hurts...it hurts.
Raiden Hayes clutched at his stomach as he rolled in pain on the floor of The Roadhouse. Luckily for him the sawdust had been replaced as the bar continued to be finished. However now the floor was covered in peanuts and...other stuff.
Blain stood over him looking down with a look of mild concern.
Blain: Stop moaning. It’s embarrassing. If you’re gonna die, die in silence.
Archer: Wigless-17 what have you done!
Blain: The drink was left over from last night. Seb was hitting on some...younger clientele. Lee: WHY WAS SEB ALLOWED IN HERE?
Blain: He pays extra for me to keep things hush hush.
Archer: You poisoned him! Please tell me he has no money, we can't risk him being able to actually afford a lawyer.
Blain: I didn’t know what was in the drink!
Archer: You are a tender of bars, you make and serve drinks, it is a key function and requirement of your job to know what is in drinks.
Lee: Again who let Sep into this place?
Archer: Silence, Wigless-17 is accountable. Sebastian is loyal, paying customer.
Lee: I will double my bar tab to keep that #Censor word here about a sheep and Seb being lovers out of this bar.
Archer gives Austin a blank look.
Archer: Such as?
Blain: Can we argue later? His eyes are starting to bleed.
Archer: She-man, get him to the hospital. Tell them Triple A sent you.
Lee: Ashley prefers "they" not She-man… Obviously Ash doesn't identify as a female anymore nor does Ashley identify as a male… So the correct pronoun would be they….
Lee: Seeing how that was a backstabber #MoveStealing What ever Seb identifies as drink and I have no idea what that is laying on the ground bleeding from his eyes, I honestly do not care so back to important matters.
Lee: Archer give me the rights back to Invictus or I throw you through that pool table and when you come to you will be forced to listen to B-17 discuss his terrible movie career. Which at some point you will wish you were in the same state as what ever a….
#Austin pauses and looks at Ashley as he tries to sound out his name.
Lee: ….Hayden?
Blain: Its Raiden
Lee: Screw it I'm calling him Hayden it sounds better and he isn't in the state to correct me.
Archer: GET HIM TO THE HOSPITAL!If he dies here we will get a bad trip advisor score! And no, I will not give you the rights, and if you wish to put me through that table then you will be doing the bar a service. That pool table is the Jookie Marley of pooltables.
Lee: If he dies how can he give you a bad trip advisor score?
Light bulb goes off inside #Austins head as he pulls his phone out and heads to the Tripadvisor app.
Lee: Will constantly give this place negative reviews if you do not return the rights.
