The following footage has been obtained from hidden cameras outside of the Turmoil arena earlier on in the day.
Wrex: Son of a bitch!
We see Wrex huddled in an alleyway, rubbing his hands together. There’s another man with him, who seems to be rolling some dice.
???: Snake eyes… But… But…
Wrex scoops up a pile of half eaten sandwiches with a grin.
Wrex: Sorry f**ker, game’s over!
The homeless man (not Wrex) scowls and goes on his way, mumbling about Scottish people being absolute bastards. Wrex, triumphant, turns to leave in the opposite direction. As he rounds the corner he bumps into another person, who backs up.
Archer: How dare you! How dare you enter my space and…
A moment of realisation.
Archer: Oh. It’s you. I should have known by your unique stench.
Wrex: Speak for yourself, rich pr**k.
Archer scowls, looking absolutely disgusted, before he notices the fistful of half eaten sandwiches, then, the coveted, Future Investment briefcase.
Archer: It looks like you’re down on your luck…
Wrex looks at his winnings.
Wrex: Maybe if the company actually paid workers once in a while.
Archer: I have an offer for you… A very gracious offer. Two thousand dollars, to be exact… For…
Wrex: For?
Archer points at the briefcase.
Archer: That. I require that.
Wrex looks at the case, holding it in front of Archers face.
Wrex: You want this old thing?
Archer: Are your ears made of imitation leather like your jacket? Yes! Yes I want your briefcase!
Wrex appears to consider it.
Wrex: Money first
Archer reaches into his suit pocket, retrieving a bundle of twenties which he promptly chucks at Wrex’ feet, not wanting to come into physical contact with the delinquent.
Archer: As promised, now, please… Slide it on over.
Wrex scoops up the cash and chucks the briefcase at Archer who makes a catch, looking like a man who just survived the greatest natural disaster of all time. He looks up.
Archer: Pleasure doing… You’re gone, even better.
The swish of a leather coat in the distance signals the departure of Wrex, leaving Archer alone with his latest acquisition.
Archer: Driver, you may take me to Turmoil now!
Archer swivels, his fine Italian leather shoes clacking slightly on the tarmac. On the main road awaits his limo, the door being held open by Marcel, one member of his private security force, he stoops within, greeting with champagne and the door closes before the car pulls away.
Eventually, the car reaches the arena, a very confused young man is standing outside, scratching his head. It’s none other than Jookie Marley. The limousine pulls up and Archer leans out.
Archer: You there!
Jookie looks up.
Jookie: Me?
Archer: Yes, you, Jokey Marley!
Jookie: Jookie, my name’s Jookie.
Archer: I’m sorry Jokey, I can’t hear you properly over the sound of how expensive my shoes are. Maybe I can help you Jokey... From what I understand the Turmoil locker room doesn’t really want you around… I wouldn’t go in there, there’s a lynch mob waiting for you.
Jookie looks a little concerned.
Archer: Don’t worry Jokey…
Archer gets out of the limo, immediately flanked by his security team. He reaches, once more, into his suit jacket and pulls out a money clip, bursting at the seams with twenty dollar bills. He waves it in front of Jookie’s nose.
Archer: All you have to do Jokey is take the money, and not go inside. Win win for you, Jokey. You don’t get beaten up, and you make a cool one thousand dollars.
Archer smiles at Jookie who reaches out and snatches the money, quickly counting it.
Archer: I trust you will hold up our end of the bargain…
The scene fades with Archer heading inside, Jookie remaining outside as if wondering what to do.
The camera pans to the announce team.
OH WREX....noooo
OH JOOKIE......
The Camera Pans To The Ramp!
Camera fades in and you see Caleb James O’Donnell standing in the middle of the Turmoil ring with a microphone in his right hand. CJ is dressed to compete even tho he is not on the card. He looks a little ticked off as the camera zooms in on the Irish wrestler.
CJ O’Donnell: You know I am starting to get tired of all the bullies in OCW. Whether it is the masked man attacking or the backstage assaults it has got to stop. Whatever happened to when you have a problem with someone you say it to there face and not be like some coward just to get an advantage.
Brief pause from O’Donnell as he begins to pace around the ring.
CJ O’Donnell: Now you are all probably thinking I am salty about the outcome of my match at the Clash. Abbott was the better man that night plain and simple. I will not make any excuses for the outcome but I am getting sick and feckin’ tired of these veterans thinking that they can push us around. Sure we are rookies and need to earn our spot but enough is enough.
CJ stares right into the camera. You can see the fire and passion in his eyes.
CJ O’Donnell: IRVING … What you did to Rag was completely uncalled for. You want to put a man on the shelf by some bullshit antics. Fine … but if you want a fight my dance card is free so let’s go right here right now…
As the fans pops at the challenge O’Donnell just laid out to Irving.
CJ O’Donnell: I have said from day one that this rookie class is a different breed of wrestlers. We are going to earn each and everyone’s respect. We will not be bullied. We will not run from fights. We are here to prove that we belong in OCW! So come on Irving bring you ass to the ring and let’s give these fans something to cheer about …
CJ throws the microphone out of the ring and looks at the entrance way awaiting to see if Irving answers his challenge when suddenly …
CJ O'Donell vs Seth Irving
The camera pans to the announce team.
God damn!
I mean really!
Turmoil returns from a commercial break with an up close view of expensive perfection, the cleavage of the greatest and sexiest fiancé that ever lived.
The partner to the anomaly of success, he who dons the wings of Rebellion, Our Humble Hero Dennis Black. As the camera pans from side to side, the audience realizes that Madison has once again abused her powers as a Board Member and commandeered The General Manager’s office.
Beside her stood Large Edward with his arms folded as an insurance policy that no one would get any funny ideas. It mostly backfired, as a good amount of those being interviewed were too frightened to answer questions.
This bothered her very little as she was still in a foul mood from what took place earlier in the show.
Madison: The Queen will see you now.
The door opened and in walked a sheepish looking woman, she wasn’t exactly short, nor tall, rather average in build to be exact.
Her hands were clasped politely in front of her waist as she entered, standing solemnly before the queen. She gulped, and cleared her throat, her accent was a blend of Californian twang and a hint of Scottish.
???: Thanks for ha-
Madison: Name.
The woman blinked at being interrupted, she was told to be polite, rookies should always be polite, that’s what she was told.
???: Melissa McCallum.
Madison: Age?
MM: I was told you would not need that.
Madison: Correct, well remembered. The Queen needs individuals capable of memorizing simple instructions.
MM: My wrestling name is from my brothers… You might know him.
Madison: Oh my little pawn, The Queen probably does not know this peasant, but I will humour you.
MM: I'm Aerith, sister of Aries.
Madison sat up a little straighter, appraising Aerith now like a lioness would a goat. Her eyes darted from side to side as she processed the information.
Madison: Wrestling as a family business. I’ve always respected that. Sensation. Ortiz. The Trance family? Maybe one day I will have a wrestling dynasty of my own.
Madison stares off into space.
Madison: The Cox Legacy. A generation of Cox.
Ed: Blacks.
Madison: ...R-right. Black. Anyway, how IS your brother these days? I haven’t seen him since Summercide. Is he enjoying retirement?
Aerith: He seems to be… He's not around as much as he used to, he's discovered travelling the world and Jake has his wrestling school now.
Aerith Skills that pays the bills and all that, he actually trained me so as a tribute to both I've adopted their finishers into my own arsenal.
Aerith: Naturally when I saw you had a opening to fill on your staff Jake suggested I put my name forward, no stone left unturned is what he said, best way in is if someone brings you in.
Aerith pauses.
Aerith: I can assure you if selected my mouth will be shut and my ears open to learn everything and anything I can.
Aerith smiles at Madison, patiently waiting her response.
Madison: A tribute to both? Trance and…?
Aerith: My brother, Aries.
Madison stares at Aerith for what felt like an eternity, but to the viewing audience it was only a minute of silence.
Madison: Aries The hall of famer?! Wow…
Madison: Your brother is my reason for wanting to get into this business. I was sitting in the front row of Wrestlution Three.
She slowly stood from her seat and extended a hand to Aerith.
Madison: Welcome aboard! I look forward to working with you.
Aerith gladly shook Madison’s hand, overlooking the fact she already stated Aries was her brother earlier, in truth she was simply overjoyed to have been hired.
The following footage has been obtained from hidden cameras outside of the Turmoil arena earlier on in the day.
