The camera fades backstage and you see OCW Women’s Champion, Sophia laying on the floor. The camera pans back a little and you see Cheryl Stixx smirking as she turns around to Gene who is brushing her shoulders off. Riley Quinn is on the floor laughing in Sophia face. Quinn lifts up Sophia face as Stixx bends down.
Cheryl Stixx: No need to thank us. Let’s just say you pissed off the wrong person and she sent us to get you in line. Consider this a warning.
Stixx slaps Sophia in the face as Quinn puts one last boot to the head of the champ for good measure before security arrives and pushes back the trio of Gene, Stixx and Quinn. As they walk down the hall Cheryl turns around …
Cheryl Stixx: THE SHOWBLITZ HAS ARRIVED IN OCW!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Next up a man we just got reintroduced to.
It's been far to long.
Irving was seated on one of the equipment boxes backstage, his legs hanging off the side as he begins circling them to loosen up. A black towel draped across Irving's shoulders as he tosses his can of dip up and down in the air before he reaches over spitting I to his empty water bottle. Tilting his head up as he sees the approaching Stacy Clark, nodding in her direction to give Stacy the Ok to interview him.
Irving: Well to start I feel like a congratulations are in order for you Stacy.
Stacy Clark: I appreciate that, Only have one question to ask you...Why Ed?
Irving begins to laugh spitting again into his bottle
Irving: Why Ed? Simple I wanted to make a point and walk back into a Turmoil ring and give myself the easily pick up the victory. The big man is soft and I just proved that to the world. He wants to stand around like some giant brute that demands respect when in fact he is to afraid to step out of that leash to earn the respect.
Stacy Clark: So you just decided to come back after all these years to slap Ed?
Irving: What is that not good enough anymore? Fine fine, maybe there is more behind me coming back…. Maybe it was that speech Malu gave last week that reminded me about how much I enjoyed this company, or maybe that the fire has been lit back inside of me for one more run at this.
Irving: Or is it the fact that I just missed inflicting pain on another human…Maybe I just miss that pain myself. The feeling that makes me grit my teeth and take one punch connect with two of my own. Or did the feeling of needing to be in a fight draw me back here and cause me to walk down to the ring and slap the biggest cuck I have ever seen in his face and made him fear for his life when my arms got locked around a limb.
Irving: Was it the passion for this place or was it that crazy inside of me who needs this pain to make me feel alive… Or is their a small line between the two of those things that I live my life….
Irving smiles and nods at the camera and begins to exit down the hall way stopping in his tracks.
Irving: What did you and Jacob just switch jobs since he was smart enough to retire? Just going to stand their or going to give me hug before I have to finish getting ready for tonight.
The wife of Hall of Famer Jacob Trance , Aerith Trance comes walking into frame giving Irving a quick hug.
Irving: Do me a favor…. Let your fat brother know I said hope he is doing well and let your husband know we are pass due for a beer.
Screen fades to black as Irving continues his way down the hallway
The camera pans to the announce team.
A shot at a shot for the Turmoil Championship is up next.
Let's hope they bring out the worst in each other.
TLC Match! Yokozuna vsDanny Boyd
vs Tay Terror vs Lee
The camera pans to the announce team.
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Ding rounds the final turn and sees the giant red Dragon statue in front of the building with red and black scaffolding.
Ding: Phew! Finally. This seems to be tha place. Red creepy dragon: Check. Scaffolding: Check. It's been real Tokyo, but I gotsta get my belt and get the H back to that US of A and tha OCDubs!!
Ding starts on in but pauses when he hears a loud commotion behind him. He turns and sees a rickshaw careening towards him recklessly, the “driver” yelling and ducking the merciless swipes of Grizzly as B17 hangs on for dear life.
The rickshaw stops and tips over, dumping out its wild passengers. The exhausted driver shakes his fist at them furiously, shouting foreign obscenities at them and throwing pebbles at them before turning the rickshaw upright again and abandoning the pair.
Ding just stares at them before he can think of something to say.
Ding: Oh, you've found ya way Daddeh-17… and uh, your friend?
B17: Adoptive mother. Long story. But cuddly.
Ding: Alrighty…. then….
Ding: Well don't this look oddly familiar… me at a restaurant with someone and their furry companion, a pal, a buddy, a... Hmm (thinking emoji). Sorry B, but ya grizzly gonna have to sit this one out. I wanna just get mah belt and get gone, ya dig??
B-17: I don’t dig. Hurts ‘mah’ back. B-17 motions to his grizzled companion: Sit...stay...good girl...Who’s a good girl...hmm. B-17 pats the bear affectionately. Grizzly-17 responds by knocked him over with her massive paw.
B-17 scrambles up: Wait for me!
A bell chimes as they enter the restaurant. A waiter comes over to greet them. Ding begins to explain, unsure if they'll even understand his so called English.
Ding: Hey there. Look daddeh, we’re looking for a belt. Belt? Belt?
Ding attempts a mannerism signaling a belt around his waist.
Ding: You understand? Mailed here. A package?
Ding waves his hands around in some strange fashion that maybe symbolizes something being mailed.
The waiter tries to reads his signals but remains puzzled.
B-17: Let me handle this. WE. LOOK. FOR. SHINY BELT! SENT. BY. SEXY LADY. WHO LOVE DENNIS LONG TIME. UNTIL HE LOSE BELT. THEN LOVE ARIES.
Ding: Uh, Madison? Madison Cox sent it here?
Waiter responds in a thick Japanese accent: Ah! Yes yes! Madison Cox. (The waiter makes a rather crude mannerism with his arms out in front of his chest indicating a woman’s large breasts) Huge bitch, yes.
Waiter: But uh, no package here. Package taken. Executive from Osaka Pro pick up, take with him.
Ding: Who in the what now? Osaka Pro? Sounds like something I've heard somewhere before… sigh. Alrighty, thanks Tokyo-daddeh, I guess…
B17: Damn...now what, Ding-Son?
Ding: Don't know what you gonna do, tag along if ya must but I'm gettin’ my belt. Guess we gotta track down this “exec from Osaka Pro”.
Ding looks at the back of his shipping receipt reading over Mei-Ling’s directions. He smiles when he notices she scrawled down what looks to be her phone number.
Ding: I know who can probably give us tha dish.
*Scene Ends*
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With Danny's victory, not only were the wrestlers present in that place surprised, the audience also seemed shocked. After all, very little was known about Danny Boyd, and until now many believed that the flamboyant-looking young man was in that match just to be one of the first eliminated. No one was expecting what happened. Danny always had a very magnetic charisma, which made you want to like him, as annoying as he could be.
With all the attention turned to him, Danny took the opportunity to say a few words to everyone present and to anyone watching on TV.
Danny: Yaaaaas, that's it! First of all I would like to say that this was not even a third of what you can expect from Danny Boyd. And, secondly, I want to hear lots of screams and applause for me, come on, I've won!
Danny stopped and did a little dance with his hips, with a smile that went from ear to ear. Which made the audience really react positively to the taunts of OCW’s blonde Elvis.
Danny: That's it! That's what I'm talking about, you've been so long without seeing a man as exuberant and talented as I, that you barely knew how to react at first. But okay, I've come to stay and you can be sure that I'll keep giving one show better than the other, week after week.
Danny: And I know that many of you only recognize me because of the deplorable and cowardly attack I suffered last week. But I want to say that this is in the past and the real Danny, who you will remember forever, is the one you saw today.
Danny: I represent the best, the most beautiful and the brightest OCW has to offer. Today was just the beginning, we're going to steal the show COMPLETELY, so stay tuned!
Danny whirled around, doing some more dance moves that despite being dressed like Elvis looked more like something from Saturday Night Fever than anything else. So he withdrew from the ring, with much of the audience shouting his name and, indeed, very excited.
