The Roadhouse was its usual noisy self. The cold wind had driven customers into the bar where they were greeted with verbal abuse as they indecisively considered their orders.
This frustrated Ashley Blain who had proven in the past that frustration was not her most controllable emotion.
Blain: Look, buddy. You have three choices. Cheap beer, a poke with Karissa back there, or get the hell out.
The portly Puerto Rican stammered out a barely recognizable inquiry about Karissa.
WACK.
AHHHHHHH. YOU CRAZY BITCH!
Blain had brought the baseball bat she had been fingering under the bar directly down the customer’s hand.
Blain: Karissa is not for sale.
As the injured man stumbled out into the cold night Dragana entered through the still open door.
Dragana looked around curiously before spotting Blain and taking a seat at the abandoned chair.
They didn’t say anything to the other. Instead they just looked at each other, not with dislike, but with curiosity. Who would crack first?
Blain smashed down a shot glass, and then another, and another until she had 20 shot glasses lined up in front of both women. Then she pulled up a bottle of Jameson's Irish Whiskey and poured.
Blain: Drink.
Dragana looked down at the first shot glass and raised it with both hands. She took a whiff and shuddered. She looked up at Blain, who was already on her fifth shot. After a moment, she finally gulps down the first shot and closes her eyes.
Dragana: Eeeeehhhh…..
She shuddered again in reaction to the whiskey. She put the glass down and noticed Blain staring intently at her. She quickly picked up the second shot glass and drank from it. The Women’s Champion let out a sharp breath after the last drink. Blain was still on a roll.
Dragana quickly downed a third drink and she shook her head. Her vision started getting blurry. Her head started feeling heavy.
Blain: Come on. Drink.
Blain had powered through too her 10th shot. Dragana attempted too pick up another glass but stumbled a bit. Blain caught her by the wrist and steadied her.
Blain: We don't spill whisky in here. Now drink.
Dragana obliged. Or at least attempted to. Instead she fell backwards out of her chair and landed with a nasty thud.
Blain sighed.
Blain: Karissa! Drag her to the back so she can sleep it off!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Down she goes!
Some people can't handle the drink!
The Xtron Flickers On!
The camera pans to the announce team.
!
!!!!!
Lights out in the arena. Carnivore music starts, The Last Blacksmith is here.
After the victory gained against Mistico at Devils Night, the carnivore shows up in the ring of the Super episode of Turmoil with a microphone in his hand.
Blacksmith reaches the center of the ring, waiting few seconds before starting to speak.
TLB: No one thought I could do it. No one of you, no one of the people present in the backstage. But I did it, and not only I showed that i'm not a joke, I showed that I can be one of the most dangerous human weapon machines in this organization. In a week, I minimized the self-esteem of one team, giving them two losses that they won't forget so soon.
TLB: And so, while my opponents are either looking for their lost father or looking for a dignity lost a short time ago, i'm ready to continue on my way, which at this point presentes me two outlets.
TLB: The first is called Ambition. The show of opportunities, the show where every new star can shine and demonstrate its value.
I have only a few words for those who, with me, will face this experience. Do not present yourself with great ambitions, because if you find yourself against me in the ring, your every conviction, your every wish will be swept away
TLB: That's the reason I decided to join this show, not for shine, but to take darkness in a place where light should be the protagonist. But before joining it, there is something that I have to take....
TLB: And that leads us to other outlet, other opportunity that presents itself on my path. At next episode of Turmoil, I will face Ricky Ragnarath for the number 1 LHW contender at The Clash! In case of victory, everything would lead to one thing, or rather to a fight against ..
Blacksmith can not even finish the sentence that a choir gets up from the arena: DRAGO, DRAGO, DRAGO, DRAGO, DRAGO, DRAGO
TLB stands to watch the audience praising the LHW champion, and mentions a smile.
TLB: Exactly. Drago Cesar… The MAN. Yet another one undefeated in singles competition.
TLB: Well, Drago, I know your streak will continue to live after tonight, as I know that I will take my chance to challenge you at next PPV. That's why I want to advise you to be careful, because as you have seen I don't have problems to end winning streak, and the next one......
TLB points a finger towards the camera
TLB: ...the next one could be yours
Blacksmith drops the mic and leaves the ring.
The camera pans to the announce team.
That's how you send a message!
He has to get through Ricky The Dragon Next week first!
SAFETY FIRST
MUGEN vs B17
The camera pans to the announce team.
OH MY GOD!
JEEEEEZ!
The Clark Effect set is ready. The first guest, Valkyrie, has already arrived and is ready to answer the questions Stacy Clark planned for her.
Stacy: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the New Year’s edition of the Clark Effect. My guest, at this time, Valkyrie.
Stacy: Valkyrie, you recently won your final confrontation against Heather Angelo at Ladies Night. We could say your rivalry with Kasstianity is over. How does it feel?
Valkyrie: I should be happy, right? Fairy Tales always have a Happy Ending.
Valkyrie: I should be happy, but I'm not. There's something that bothers me.
Valkyrie pauses for a moment. She's visibly tired.
Valkyrie: I've done everything for this company. I've put my heart and soul into this company, but did I get anything back from OCW?
Valkyrie: The Internet Experts™️ say I don't need the championship. They say I am the face of this division, whether I'm the champ or not.
Valkyrie: They call me the People's Champion.
Valkyrie: Mind you: I've NEVER ONCE used that nickname. The Internet Experts™️ invented it. But will they still be referring to me as that in three months time? Or will they become bored with me and change their mind?
Valkyrie: Others used to call me Little Bubba. I haven't heard that nickname in a while. Did they change their opinion on me? Am I no longer Little Bubba to them?
Valkyrie: That's all I got from OCW: a pat on the back and someone saying “Congrats for being so popular!”
Valkyrie scratches her head. She looks relieved she just got something off her chest.
Valkyrie: Popularity is cool, but how long is it going to last?
Valkyrie: Sure, I'm popular now, but I won't be this popular for long.
Valkyrie: Half of you masturbate to my matches, but you will eventually find better fapping material.
Valkyrie: The little girls asked Santa for my t-shirt, but next Christmas they are going to ask for some other Walmart Valkyrie’s t-shirt instead.
Valkyrie: Oh wait! OCW gave me something back after all!
Valkyrie: I have to share my apartment with this… this bitch!
Exactly at the moment in which she ended her sentence Ashley Moore comes into the studio.
Ashley: I would rather have landed somewhere else as well, but our oh so nice management had this funny idea with us two, bitch.
Stacy: Can we please stay PG at my show?
Ashley: She started it.
Valkyrie: Moore… my patience is running low right now. You are playing with fire.
Ashley: Your patience? You are not the one who lost everything. What is your problem anyways?
Valkyrie: My problem? YOU are the problem, Moore.
Valkyrie: You are everything that's wrong with this division. You are not a role model, you are not an athlete. All you care about is your Instagram account and your follower count!
Ashley: I am the only hope for this crazy division and I don’t care if I am a good influence. Sooner or later the people will start to see who you really are and they will eventually cheer for me.
Valkyrie: And who even are you really, Moore? You are not an athlete… and your win/loss record proves my point.
Ashley: I was just unlucky in those matches. I know I can do better and you know that, too. Didn’t I win in our last encounter?
Valkyrie: You call that winning? You STOLE that pin off MY finishing move!
Stacy: Ladies! Ladies! Please calm down. Why don't you two at least try to coexist? You are roommates now, after all! There's got to be something Ashley can do to earn your respect, Valkyrie!
Valkyrie: Does she want to earn my respect? Fine. Prove me that you are an athlete. Prove to me that you are a wrestler. A real wrestler, not just someone who joined OCW to get some follower boost.
Valkyrie: Do that and maybe, just maybe we will get along.
With tears in her eyes she wants to answer, but she doesn’t manage to formulate a single sentence. Desperately she rears up in front of Valkyrie who just stares at her in anger and she backs and runs away sobbing.
Valkyrie stands up and tries to say something but it's too late. Ashley had already vanished. She sighs.
Valkyrie: Did I cross the line?
Stacy shrugs, then the camera fades to the commentary team
The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh no what are you doing!
Crossed the line here!
The Xtron Flickers On!
The cameras follow Telos backstage, as he aggressively stumbles into the locker room following his loss to MJF…
Telos: Can't believe this garba….. Where the hell is my phone?
Telos searches his locker for his missing phone, tossing things across the room.
Telos: Goddamnit… Cobra, you seen my phone? This frustration gotta get directed somewhere.
Oblivious to what's happening behind him, AC Cobra remains glued to the twitch stream on his laptop.
Telos: First this clown Tayy comes back, now I get beat by some dude I didn't even know existed. WHERE THE HELL IS DE-
The camera quickly pans to the door where Dennis Dillinger enters the room in a mess of sweat and paranoia.
Dillinger: Did I lose him? For Ortiz’ sake, Telos! What is wrong with these juiced up goons in this business?
DIllinger notices a pasty figure hovering over a half opened laptop inquisitively.
Dillinger: What? You again? Jay-C Snake or whatever. HEY! What the hell is he doing in here?
Telos walks with a purpose over to his manager, who wipes the sweat from his brow.
Telos: You. You know why I lost out there? You got your head up other people’s ass!
Dillinger looks around for a towel and grabs one from a nearby table, wiping himself off and trying to fix his hair.
Dillinger: I’m not happy about it either.
Telos follows him across the room and turns him around.
Telos: I should be the focus, Dennis. I am the ENDGAME and nights like tonight ain't about to keep happening to me!
AC Cobra subtly raises the volume on his stream, scooting the laptop closer to his body.
Dillinger: You know, you’re right as always.
Telos turns around, expecting a usual wisecrack from his agent, but is instead surprised at the response.
Dillinger: BUT… You know what would really help me focus, Telos? If you filled your end of the bargain. Breizee is STILL walking around out there like I -- Like you won’t crush him at any moment.
Telos rolls his eyes and lets out a deep, annoyed sigh. AC Cobra peers over his shoulder at the two arguing and again scoots his laptop closer, turning his stream up louder. At this point the sound can be heard faintly by the camera.
Telos: I took care of Tayy. I held up my end of the bargain. He is not important anymore. MY matches are important. MY nights are what you need to pay attention to.
Telos points aggressively at himself whilst leaning into Dillinger’s face.
Dillinger tries to interject but is cut off by Telos.
Telos: … But I’m tired of you and pretty boy playing slap fights. I guess I’ll have to finish what I started.
Dillinger shakes his head and again wipes more sweat from his brow, becoming calmer.
Dillinger: YES! That’s it. Once we crush him, there’s no stopping you. There’s no stopping ME! Once YOU destroy him once and for all... It’s onto more important matters. It’s onto that Pride title belt.
Telos grins at the sound and rubs his hands together.
AC Cobra lets out an aggravated sigh and turns around again, clearing his throat to try and make his presence known.
Telos: You know, you make a good point. That title WOULD look right at home thrown over my shoulder.
Dillinger walks over and joins him in an evil, menacing looking smile when the sound of AC Cobra’s stream blares clearly, causing both men to pause.
Voice of Woman on the Stream: Ohh, thanks for the subscription and the donation, baby xCobrettix. I love your name! -
Before she can continue, the camera walks over to see a large breasted woman playing Overwatch on the stream, she has an exaggerated pink wig on and a shirt that prominently displays “the goods”.
AC Cobra turns to see the camera and shuts his laptop before standing up and walking up to Telos and Dillinger.
AC Cobra: Not cool, gamers.
Cobra leaves the locker room with his laptop, continuing to shake his head all the way out of the room. Telos and Dillinger look back at each other with puzzled looks on their faces.
The Roadhouse was its usual noisy self. The cold wind had driven customers into the bar where they were greeted with verbal abuse as they indecisively considered their orders. 
