After just getting off his sturdy flip phone with one of his various baby mamas the Section 8 Heavyweight Mez Murdock addresses the masses watching Turmoil and his peoples at home.
Mez: The streets is watchin’...
He combs his mustache with his thumb and index.
Mez: We heard you Tobin, and I ain’t never been no fool, so I ain’t gonna take any threats lightly, even coming from a busta as black as you.
The crowd’s laughter can be heard backstage.
Mez: You gonna get yours even if you is tied to KD’s hip at the bible belt…No doubt.
He ignores a incoming call from his first baby mama and shows some teeth.
Mez: First things first though, Sean “every Russian horse steroid up your ass” McGee...before you spontaneously fuggin’ combust from gains let me get up in you...
He does a inappropriate fisting motion.
Mez: Up in you like Jay n’ Jessie, all up in you like a Tanked sized BBD! All up in that ass at The Clash…
Mez: I don’t need a answer, just be there b.
He begins walking down the hallway watching for falling rookies.
Mez: Now for my peoples, you bustas and bustettes too. Alotta you have asked n’ some of you may already know about The Movement. The ghettOCW Movement.
Mez: What is it? What does it mean? Is it just to sell t-shirts and durags? Is it a army of your babymamas and kids?
He counts off on his large ashy fingers.
Mez: It’s the ghetto in OCW and it means exactly that. Bringing the ghetto to OCW by any means necessary, if that be by boot or by broadcast.
Mez: The Movement is a weapon I plan on using to make this place Busta Free…by any means necessary.
He pauses to show his teeth again.
Mez: And I only got five baby mamas
The camera goes to fade but Mez gets a few words in.
Mez: ….that I know of.
A ghettOCW logo appears on the screen with a graffiti effect as we fade.
***
The camera fades to a flashback!
It's 2006 in Any Town USA. Online Championship Wrestling is in full effect as "The Golden Era" is Prime Time must see Television. Faces that will one day become legends lock horns in an epic spectacle of Professional Wrestling. The camera pans to the stands and focuses on a young lady no more than 6 or 7 sporting "RD Moneysaur" T Shirt 1 she is holding a giant tub of Popcorn and she can barely see over it!
Next to her is her dad a stout man with a big beard and a sprinkle of Salt and Pepper for added distinction, he is sporting a Sideshow The Klown "This Klown Ain't No Joke" shirt, he is cracks a half smile watching his youngster struggle with trying to watch the show and hold the popcorn.
As the show progresses we see the young lady's eyes light up. Over the heat of the Arena the PA kicks in and a familiar tune hits. Sara Sykes is coming down the ramp to battle the evil Casey Payne!
Both women proceed to tear the roof off the arena with high flying moves and blinding fast strikes. The little girl gets so overwhelmed she even spills her popcorn! Flustered and Red face she looks over at her father.
Little Lady: I'm sorry Papa!
Father: Don't worry kiddo it's only popcorn!
Little Lady: (Excited) DID YOU SEE IT PAPA! SARA FLEW THROUGH THE AIR LIKE A BIRD, I NEVER THAT, THAT WAS SOOOOOOOO COOOL!
Father: What about Casey?
The Little Lady makes a mean face!
Little Lady: Those people over there said she has crabs! I thought Crabs only came from the Sea Papa? Can you have pet Crabs? Can I have a pet Crab?
The Father lets out a large belly laugh!
Father: No kiddo we can get you a hamster though!
The Little Lady Smiles! As the show comes to a close Father and Daughter are walking outside the arena. When the little lady has a thought! She Tugs on her father's shirt and with a bold and determined face she looks up at her father and proclaims!
Little Lady: Papa! I'm gonna be like Sara Sykes! I wanna to be a OCW when I grow up!
Father: A OCW?
Little Lady: YEA!
Father: An OCW Superstar?
Little Lady: YEA!!!!!!!
The Father lets out a laugh and kneels down to his daughter!
Father: Well then Ariel you better start eating your Vegetables, and taking your vitamins!
Ariel ponders for a moment in deep thought (for a kid at least)
Ariel: I HATE BROCCOLI, BUT IMMA DO IT PAPA, I'm gonna run every day, PAPA!
Father: You can do it Kiddo, you can do anything! Don't let anyone now let's go home it's cold out here!
The Camera fades as Ariel and her father are walking to his car all the while she is running around making sounds, punching and kicking the air!
The camera pans to the announce team.
What was that all about?
There has to be more to that story.
Speaking stories I'm getting word that we aren't done just yet.
They're here!
The anomaly of success, He who dons the wings of Rebellion, Our Humble Hero Dennis Black stood in the center of the ring while holding his Championship high for all to see. Eventually, the pretentious Champion slowly lowered his arm and draped the Championship over his shoulder.
Surprisingly, a few fans wearing Dennis Black merchandise in the front row threw black and white streamers toward the ring. Madison quickly removed any streamers that hung from his body before wrapping her arms his waist. Dennis pulls a mic from his back pocket and taps it loudly.
Dennis: Your King has returned. Dilly Dilly!
The displeasure from the Turmoil audience quickly overshadowed any ‘welcome back’ chants he was receiving. Dennis taps the mic again, a little louder this time.
Dennis: Six weeks is the longest amount of time I’ve spent outside of a wrestling ring since coming to Turmoil in January of 2016. Who do I owe this injury to? Not Jackson Montgomery.
Dennis: That falls on each and every single one of you. I blame you people for spurring on a retar-...a uh mentally handicapped person. I blame all of you for choosing a table match! I’m a classically trained athlete.
Dennis: You save that backyard deathmatch nonsense for the guys lacking in good looks and in ring talent. You know, guys like Wrex, Ricky, Mugen, and my former best friend! Deathmatch guys are the worst thing about this industry.
Madison rubs on both of Dennis’s shoulders, whispering for him to calm down.
Dennis: But tonight isn’t about Jackson Montgomery. Losing a Championship opportunity to Corey Ford is punishment enough for him. I mean really...Corey freaking Ford?!
Dennis: Now then, let’s get back to business. Tonight and every night hereafter is about myself and The Crown. The backbone of this company, led by best damned performer of the modern era!
Dennis: Dennis -
Danny holds one hand over his ribs. Battered and bruised, he enters the ring and moves toward the power couple with a smile on his face.
Dennis: You don’t look so good.
Danny: Better than her.
Dennis held Madison back, who wanted the claw the man’s eyes out. He pointed to the corner and told her stand there. After glaring at Danny one last time, she did so with her arms folded. Dennis returned his attention to Danny.
Dennis: Danny...Boyd. Can I call you Daniel? I think I’m going to call you Daniel. When people looked over those names and pictures of the participants in that series of fatal four ways, you were definitely the LAST person most expected to see standing across from me looking ever so confident with your chest sticking out.
Dennis: Gotta hand it to you, I’m pretty impressed.
Dennis: Daniel, you and I have a lot in common. We’re both upstanding gentlemen. We’re athletic, on top of usually being underestimated due to our good looks. We’ve both cheered on a very exhausted and sweaty Cheryl as she bruised her knees.
Dennis was interrupted as the audience made ‘ooooooh’ sounds at the mention of Cheryl Stixx.
Dennis: ....during a wrestling match. Get your minds out of the gutter, people.
Without showing any sign that he cared about the provocations of Dennis Black, Boyd just smiled and winked at him.
Danny Boyd: ...and if you're here it means that you were cheering on a very exhausted and sweaty Danny as I bruised my knees too, I guess... Well, I couldn't thank you enough Mr. Black. Actually, I can't wait to return the favor.
Madison cringed from her side of the ring. Danny waited for the crowd to make a little silence, while he kept a grin on his face. Danny then approached Dennis, looked him over from head to toe and added.
Danny Boyd: Damn, she really was right about you being cute. I just don't know about you being bigger live than on television, from where I see it looks quite as expected. Maybe it's a matter of point of view…
With a rather confused expression on his face, Dennis took a few steps away from the number one contender and looked the man up and down as well. Madison approached Dennis and tugged hard on his jacket.
Dennis: Ahem. Moving on…
Dennis: Daniel, there’s no doubt that you’ve earned your opportunity for this Sunday. Half of this company struggles to piece together back to back wins against one opponent.
Dennis:Yet here you stand after surviving Cort Marshal putting you through a table and a fatal four way followed by a triple threat elimination match. Man...you have been through hell to get a chance to step in a ring with me. I am beyond flattered!
Dennis: But I question whether or not you...grasp the importance of this match, Boyd.
Dennis: You will be competing for the most prestigious Championship in the company. No...it is the most prestigious Championship in the E-Fed world.
Dennis: You stand to make a lot of money this weekend. The most you’ve probably made in your entire life, simply by being associated with me. But! I have a solution that benefits us both, Daniel.
Dennis: This match isn’t fair to me in the least. I’ve had no time prepare for you, just as you’ve had no time to prepare for me. Not to mention…
Dennis: You’ve obviously had a rough go of things in a short amount of time. I’m still recovering from the actions of Jackson Montgomery. So! I’m offering you an opportunity to be a true sportsman and call off this match for Sunday. What do you say? Rain check?
Dennis offers a handshake to Daniel. With his cocky attitude, Danny put his hand over his chin, looking more like he was posing for a picture than actually evaluating the circumstances.
After deliberating - or pretending to - for a few silent seconds that only helped to increased the tension in the arena, Boyd moved his hand to accept Dennis's offer, but before he did it, Boyd stopped and raised finger to Dennis and spoke.
Danny Boyd: I hope you're not underestimating me like everyone else did. I will not give up what is mine by right, but I don't see you as an enemy.
Danny Boyd: A lot of good things have been told to me about you Dennis, which makes me believe we're not on opposite sides of the field. I blame your gold digging fiancé for what has happened to me and this roster as of late, not you. I would wait for your recovery, but ...
Danny Boyd: I cannot compromise my chance to fight for Turmoil’s greatest prize.
Dennis glances down at his most prized achievement before resuming eye contact with Danny Boyd.
Dennis: Very well, Daniel. But know this. I never underestimate ‘anyone’. I owe my success from this company underestimating me.
Dennis: Stars of today, Hall of Famers, and Future Hall of Famers have stood where you are. Believing the very same things that you believe now. Belief that you’ve earned the right to fight for this Championship. Believing you’re going to be the one to take away ‘my’ Championship.
Dennis steps back again until he reaches the ropes. He then places one foot on the bottom rope, helping Madison exit the ring. Dennis then steps through the ropes, but remains on the apron while keeping his focus on Danny Boyd. With his free hand, Dennis raises the Championship high for all to see once more.
Dennis: You cannot handle this Championship!
The crowd immediately boos Dennis Black.
Dennis: Not because of your ability, but because of what this Championship represents. The sheer weight of it would crush a normal man. The Turmoil Heavyweight Championship is the last beacon of legitimacy that this company has left! I, and I alone guard that with my blood.
Dennis: With my sweat.
Dennis: And the tears of my would be contenders and their fans!
Dennis: No antics. No politics. Simply the best wrestling on the planet, held by the best wrestler in the world. ‘That’ is what this Championship represents.
Dennis: Are you ready to carry this company on your back?
Danny: A few weeks ago, Ganeral Manager Malu gave all of us a history lesson. I stand where you stood in 2016. A nobody who earned a Championship opportunity against a World Champion that was feared.
Danny: You shocked the world when you beat Malu in the main event of Summercide. But that’s in that past. This Sunday, it’s my turn to shock the world when I beat you in the main event of The Clash! Everyone will know who Danny Boyd is after this Sunday. That’s a promise.
Dennis grins and hops off the apron.
Dennis: Get some rest, Daniel. You’re about to learn a very valuable lesson. Something I’ve known for quite some time. No woman, or man… can keep up with me.
Danny: We’ll see about that, Champ.
Dennis points to Danny, who is still standing in the ring. Madison uses her own mic to speak.
Madison: I’ve seen those eyes, Boyd. That fire. That resolve. I looked in those eyes when I painted his face. I looked in those eyes before we captured this Championship.
Madison: Those are the eyes of someone who believes they can win. Any other event against any other Champion, I believe you would have a shot at walking away as the winner. But unfortunately for you, Danny Boyd. The Clash isn’t any other event, nor is Dennis Black like any other Champion…
The camera pans to the announce team.
What will happen on Sunday!
We aren't done here it looks like something is happening in the parking lot.
The camera quickly cuts to the backstage area as a tour bus pulls to a screen. As the camera pans around Turmoil General Manager Malu appears with a confused look on his face. He waves the security team off and approaches the bus door. After a few moments the sound of the hydrolic door releases and the door opens. Malu looks and smiles.
Malu: Long time...
The bus's inhabitant does not exit.
???: Hop in we have a lot to talk about before Sunday.
Malu nods and enters the bus. The hydrolics sound again as Malu enters and the door closes. With a crank of the gears the bus is in motion as the camera catches the outside of the grey and black bus. As it continues to pull of and out of the arena the camera zooms in on the license plate. It reads XPRESS1. The bus pulls away as the screen fades to black and all eyes turn to the weekend of The Clash 2018.
