Trance holds the CCW title up one more time, drinking in the mixed reaction he was anticipating. After all, Ricky is a popular superstar but he was offered no mercy.
The championship is lowered to his shoulder and as it falls with one hand a microphone is raised with another.
Trance: There are two people I want to address tonight… The first of which might surprise you, the second, well, I'd like to think you could see that coming…. Firstly, to all the aspiring superstars that want to try and climb the mountain… There are no cheat codes, no shortcuts… We’ve seen all of the little bitch moves before… So if you think that will get you to the top, I've got some bad news for you… I am the mountain and if you can't handle that then it's time for you to leave because you simply cannot handle playing with the big boys.
Jacob pauses, a smirk spreading across his face.
Trance: Jackson Montgomery!
The crowd react for the holder of the Future Investment case.
Trance: Be careful when you shout into the abyss… It might just hear you. It might just decided to swallow you up… And that's why I'm out here Jackson… I heard you. So it's time for you to step up, name your date and I'll be there to crush this false notion that you somehow can be The Man when you can't even put some fu [bleep] ing pants on. Set the date and stop looking like some teenage girl at a Taylor Swift concert… There are other worlds than these Jackson, but the one in which you are the world heavyweight champion is heading straight for a doomsday event, pick the date for your extinction. The Hadron Collider is just warming up.
Trance lowers his mic and glares at the stage. After a few moments with no answer, Trance holds his arms out and turns toward the crowd. “Bury Me With My Guns On” hits the speakers with the force of an atomic bomb, followed by the crowd erupting. Jackson Montgomery saunters onto the stage, microphone in one hand and the FI Briefcase in the other. Trance hoists his title onto his shoulder, watching the FI holder bobbing his hand with microphone up and down in an effort to hush the crowd.
Jackson: Trance. CCW Champion. You know, I’ve never been too keen on the letters “CCW”. It represents a time before I came to OCW and therefore, to me anyway, is irrelevant. Turmoil is my home. Turmoil is where I found my place. Turmoil is not only where I beat my opponent for next week Aries, but it’s also the place I beat...YOU. Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure…Jackson puts his index finger to his temple showing that he’s thinking I did that in the same night!
The crowd begin to chant USA, USA, USA!
Jackson: Now those are letters I can get behind! Now Jacob, you come out here and ask me to give you the date of my destiny! Give you the date for my doomsday! Why, OH WHY, would I do that? Why would I elude, even just a tiny bit, when and where I’m coming for that championship? You will never know until it’s too late. It could be next week, it could be at the next PPV, it could be late one night in a dark alley. You. Will. NEVER. Know. Crack jokes all you want about my attire, my looks, my lifestyle, but let me tell YOU something. They’ve all gotten me this far and while you may be Everest, I’m the one climbing that bitch without a safety harness because when you least expect it, I’m coming for what’s mine. By the time you realize what’s happened, you’ll be staring at the lights, looking at me planting my flag right in your chest, and holding the TURMOIL CHAMPIONSHIP ABOVE MY HEAD!
Trance just shakes his head and holds up the CCW heavyweight championship as Jackson’s music hits again and he heads backstage, the scene going back to the announcing team.
The camera pans to the announce team.
The time has come...
To raise the roof and have some fun!
Well for the MainEvent of the Tribute to #Austin Lee, we have two teams who all have one thing in common...They can't stand me…
B17 & THE ANIME PRINCE vs. SCUMCIETY
The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh my...
Well then...
*Looking down typing on his phone* Are we off yet?
The bell sounds and Jay Fury immediately sits up and rolls out of the ring, he grimaces and rubs his back, seemingly in shock. A confused Wrex drops off of the apron and joins him as the team of monstrosities celebrate in the ring.
Fury shrugs him off and goes to the announce table, slamming it in anger before seizing Austin Lee’s diet soda. He slings it aimlessly into the ring, it collides with the noggin of B-17, making a noise akin to that of a hammer hitting mahogany.
The fit continues and he begins tearing at the announcers table, spittle flying before Wrex drags him back, seemingly calming down the seething Fury. He shouts various slurs at the audience and the two in the ring, making sure to never stray out of Spanish. He stands there chest rising and falling as nervously a ringside assistant approaches with two microphones which are snatched up by Wrex who passes one to Fury.
Fury: This means nothing! It is meaningless. Tonight was about family, familia. My brother, my sangre was not 100% so I took it, I took his pain.
Wrex: This is what family does, it bears the brunt of the rest, even if it's in vain. Isn't it typical though? One week I gotta fight the homeless lunatic on a wooden stage, next I got this.
Wrex: I’m taped to s**t and popped up to high hell on pain killers and.. Somebody thought this, was a good idea.
Fury: And that somebody….
Fury suddenly flips the top of the announcers table up into Austin’s face, followed up by a well placed running ‘slopkick’ from Wrex. The retired wrestler, turned announcer staggers out from the booth, bleeding from the face. Wrex heaves the top of the announcers table up.
Wrex: Kumite!
He charges and rams Lee into the barricade with the table piece before slamming it down on top of him. Fury comes from the announcers booth now and throws Austin's leather chair at him.
#Austin: #Ouch
#Austin reaching out towards the ring for B17 to help him
#Austin: B…… B…..
At that, Wrex gives #Austin one, solid, swift kick to the head. Scumciety pose over the fallen announcer, holding their tag team championships close as the CCW end credits roll.
