Yet Another Sunday Turmoil rolls on as the camera pans backstage to the stereotypically stern face of Cort Marshall, accompanied as he often is by interviewer extraordinaire and OCW buttmonkey, Jim Black.
Jim: Well fans, I’m here today with someone I’m sure you didn’t expect to see last week on Pay-Per View, and someone I’m sure you wanted to win when you did!
Cort takes over easily, gesturing at the camera to illustrate his points.
Cort: Well, you know, Jim, nobody likes losing. It’s ingrained in the human psyche. If you do like losing, you’re probably some kind of masochist, and that would make you either a very bad wrestler or a very good one.
Cort:
You saw last week, I took EVERYBODY to the limit in that ring. I hit two Cortplexes before Minio even lit the fire that carried him to victory.
Cort: I threw him around, I beat Shepard like a bad habit, I was runnin’ at full steam. But all the power in the world can’t stop a Liberation Frequency, and just like that, it was over.
Cort:
So I can’t say I have no regrets, but I for damn sure proved I deserve every inch of that Pride Title.
Cort: And we can’t live in the past, Jim. I’m back down the rankings and I have to live with that, because I cannot afford to lose sight of what’s comin’ down the tracks straight ahead.
Cort:
As you know, the Clash was a night that will define the course of OCW. The return of Matsuda. Five title matches, four new champions.
Cort:
And last but not least, the power trio, Paul Pugh and his supposed puppet masters pulling strings behind the curtains of OCW. FAME.
Cort
Heh. Seems like they let it get to their head. I don’t like their attitude one bit, so as much as I respect their accomplishments, I’ll be keeping an eye on them to make sure they aren’t doing anything particularly… unamerican.
Cort cracks his knuckles and looks knowingly at the camera.
Cort: But those are problems for OCW as a whole. On Riot, I’ve got a problem myself against a submissions expert. A man who viciously attacked Buddy Burns just last week. Of course, I’m talking about Maxwale.
Cort:
Talk about FAME coming in with chips on their shoulders and ego to spare, Maxwale has it all but without even a glimpse of the gold to prove it!
Cort:
But he’s still a dangerous man, and I’m going to be training hard to make sure all the ring rust is shaken off this American Steel frame of mine. Hoo-rah!
Cort salutes for the camera.
Cort: Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with the gym…
He strides offscreen, leaving Jim to handle the outro.
Jim Black: You heard it, folks, next week in action against Maxwale, and tonight I’m sure we’ll all find out more about the string of surprises we felt last week! Matsuda, FAME, new champions with words of their own, and two tag title matches--coming straight to you on the OCW network!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Eyes on the prize!
Well any prize!
The Xtron Flickers On!
The scene is set in the backstage area of the Turmoil arena, fans are can be heard cheering in the stands while a match is currently going on.
Damian Bourne and Hijo de Mistico are making their way towards the catering section up until Damian gets the urge to use the restroom.
He attempts to hold it in during the trip to grab food and hopefully hook up with some ring rats, but it gets to an unbearable point.
Bourne: “Misty…I’m really trying to go with you…but bro...I need to piss bad.”
Mistico: “Go ahead I’m not stopping you! Just remember the chicas are expecting you!”
Damian quickly departs from Mistico and starts running towards the nearest restroom. He bursts through the door but panics and freezes in place.
The Mexican Luchador known as La Hiena was spotted standing in front of the sink and staring in the mirror, whispering to himself and scratching at his head.
At first Bourne figures the wrestler is preparing for a promo so he steps closer, only to hear a low growl from the mysterious man as he now looked in his direction.
Damian stops in place once again, not knowing whether to approach the urinals or to run outside
La Hiena: “¿Qué estás mirando?”
[Translation: “What are you looking at?”]
Bourne: “Uhhh…I’m just trying to use the bathroom like everybody else fool. What’s your crazy ass doing in here, did you forget your vitamins?
Damian chuckles and starts heading towards the urinals to handle his business. As he did La Hiena faced the mirror and starts talking to himself again but this time it was more of an agitated mannerism, not quite how it was when Damian first entered which slightly spooked him
La Hiena “Loco..? ¿Acabas de llamar loca a La Hiena? La Hiena no está loca!
[Translation: “Crazy..? Did you just call La Hiena crazy? La Hiena isn't crazy!
Taking what was said to heart the masked luchador oddly backs away from the mirror and starts to pace back and forth frantically as he whispered to himself
La Hiena: “No estoy loco.. ¡No estoy loco! ¡No estoy loco! No loco! No loco!”
[Translation: “I'm not crazy.. I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy! Not Crazy! Not Crazy!”]
Before Damian knew it La Hiena was wildly running at him as his whispers got louder and louder. Being completely freaked out by the new rookie Damian rushes out of the bathroom not caring to even wash his hands but instead wanted to get out of that place as fast as possible.
Being alone in the bathroom once again La Hiena would start to punch his head before walking back towards the mirror.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Wash your hands!
He is nasty!
T.Y. SPARKS vs ELLIOT PARKER
The camera pans to the announce team.
He got it!
Indeed!
We return to Super Turmoil as the camera fades in to see a woman fitting an elbow sleeve firmly on her right arm. The camera pans over and Terra Daturas is whistling to herself with a slight smile on her face.
She is preparing for her match against Alyssa Winters later tonight, the culmination of the last 4 weeks of Alyssa’s vitriol.
While Terra Daturas is getting ready for her match later, the door cracks open and closes behind, as someone approaches.
It is Ashley Moore and she makes her way towards Terra who still hasn’t noticed her.
As she reaches her, she taps her on the shoulder, startling Terra who lets out an exasperated gasp before seeing Ashley.
Terra: Oh, heavens! Ms. Moore, whew. I wasn’t expecting you.
The smile once again finds her face and she continues to get ready.
Ashley Moore: Nice to see you again, Terra.
Terra: It’s always a pleasure. I saw your competition last week against Sarah. I’m sorry it didn’t go your way.
Ashley Moore: You have your match against this stupid Alyssa tonight. And you know who is Alyssa’s best friend?
Terra looks down at the floor, knowing the answer but says nothing.
Ashley Moore: Exactly. Valkyrie.
Ashley Moore: I just thought you should know... They hang out all the time and talk about how stupid caring for the environment is.
Terra’s eyebrows raise, confused at the statement.
Terra: Vitriol What? I think you might be mistaken, Ms. Moore. Sarah would never...
Ashley Moore: Both of them hate vegans! They say it’s because they would restrict their freedom. I know, it sounds stupid, trust me.
Ashley is gesturing wildly with her arms, trying to manipulate Terra and get into her head.
Ashley Moore: Opposed to a lot of people who don’t eat meat on certain days… Get this, they have their All-You-Can-Meat-Friday where they only eat meat all day. It’s like they’re laughing in your face.
Terra smirks and shakes her head at Ashley, ignoring her pleas to get Terra to turn on her nemesis Valkyrie.
Ashley, realizing this, brings out the big guns.
Ashley Moore: So I guess you don’t care that Valkyrie called you a ‘little crybaby’, huh?
Terra’s playful smile fades a little bit and Terra finishes lacing one of her boots before looking back up to Ashley Moore with a more serious face.
Ashley Moore: Yeah. It’s true… That’s why I am here, Terra. I don’t have any problems with you, but I want you to know Valkyrie is not what she seems.
Ashley Moore:
She likes to play all smiley and happy for the cameras, for you, and for all these people that just eat it all up.
Ashley Moore has become incensed, it seems her original plans to mislead Terra have send her into a very real rant against Valkyrie. Her bad acting job has shifted dramatically to an upset, rage filled episode.
Ashley Moore: She talks and talks and talks about other people turning their back on her because she’s so selfish and petty and narcissistic that she knows it’s going to catch up to her eventually and she can NEVER be the bad guy.
Ashley Moore: Well guess what, Terra. She doesn’t care about you, or me, or anyone but HERSELF. I bet she’d even turn on her friend freakshow Alyssa Winters if she got too popular.
Ashley seems to calm down and realizes she’s been shouting and going overboard, she looks back at Terra and wishes her good luck before quietly exiting the room, leaving Terra to stew to herself.
Terra: ...Sarah couldn’t act like that could she? Why does it seem like everyone in this world is unkind? Are there no good souls left with me, Mater Natura?..
Terra Daturas’ doubt caps off an uneasy moment as the camera cuts to black.
The camera pans to the announce team.
The mind games continue!
Unless she isn't lying!
RIGHT AFTER THE CLASH WENT OFF THE AIR!
Each member of The Inception heads toward an exit that leads to a private sector of the arena. KD kicks the door open and there are several vehicles parked in this area.
KD is followed by the most recent victor in The Women’s Division Valkyrie and the new Pride Champion carrying the belt over his shoulder, Bobby Minio.
H2O walks out and stands in the doorway as he watches his friends leave in their respective vehicles.
Tyson walks out last watching everyone’s six. He stops to stand next to H2O.
Cyborg: Everything’s good, H2O. No one is following us.
H2O: Thanks, Tyson.
H2O shouts out to everyone.
H2O: Inception! Good work out there tonight. We had our ups and downs but we’re not out.
H2O: We’ll rendezvous back in NY. Until then please drive safely. The roads are bad out there and Bobby congratulations!
H2O salutes Bobby and Bobby shakes his head.
Minio: Sorry, bud. But that reminds me too much of that Marshall guy.
Bobby clenches his fist and pounds his new title. H2O clenches his fist as well and pounds his chest. Bobby hops into his Jeep Wrangler and takes off.
Tyson bumps his elbow towards H2O’s arm to get his attention. H2O looks at him and Tyson nods his head towards the direction of Valkyrie.
She puts on her bike gear before she gets ready to head out.
Cyborg: What’s the status on her?
H2O: I don’t know. She’s been a bit...distant.
Valkyrie straps on her helmet and starts up her motorbike. She revs it up a bit and begins to take off slowly. She points to Tyson and H2O as H2O waves goodbye to her.
H2O doesn’t notice Tyson is looking at him as he watches Valkyrie roll away.
Cyborg: You good?
H2O: Tyson, how would you feel if someone passed you a torch because they believed in you. Then turn around and say you’re a failure?
Tyson thinks of the incident that happened with him and his Commanding Officer in The Philippines. It hinders him from responding.
H2O: Kassidy Hayes was champion for almost an entire year and not a peep from anyone in Fame.
H2O: I become The OCW World Heavyweight Champion and it ends up bringing out not one not two but three OCW legends in the wake of my first title defense matchup.
H2O: Apparently, “The H2O Experiment” I knew nothing about is in question.
H2O: As far as I’m concerned, being that I just brought out the top 3 legends of all time….
H2O: This “experiment” is far from over.
Tyson just stands there and nods his head up and down. KD honks the horn to signal to Tyson he’s ready to leave.
Cyborg walk towards the Hummer but Harvey surprises him by putting up his forearm to block him from stepping further.
H2O: Tell my boy I’ll be teaming up with him against Fame on Riot. I owe him that and we owe it to OCW.
Cyborg acknowledges with another nod as he watches the new member walk away.
Harvey is left watching the remaining members drive away.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Rally!
They shall!
ALYSSA WINTERS vs TERRA D.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Right in the breadbasket!
Yesh!
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
The Roadhouse had never seen so many guest crowded into its dingy surroundings. The pack was a diverse group. Hipsters and hippies, high class, low class, and no class alike seemed to have recently discovered the usually quiet bar.
Blaine didn’t mind, she knew, of course, that without her victory over Dragana at The Clash most of these people would never have been here.
Money was flowing and to ensure that she had watered down the beer. Most just smiled and claimed how “great” it was. She just watched from the far side of the bar as Karissa Dawson snickered and rang them up.
DING-A-LING
An odd effect swept over the crowd. A hush started from the open door and spread through the room as people parted and a made a path.
Dragana walked slowly to the bar where Karissa Dawson was stumbling about trying too fill orders.
Dawson: WELL! I’d say the drink is on us tonight, former champ!
Dawson, with her ditsy smile, pulled up a few dirty mugs and started filling them.
Blaine rushed over and knocked the crappy beer aside onto the floor with a loud clunk.
Blaine looked out onto the crowd: Back to your business.
Instantly the crowd started the music and dancing again.
Blaine looked at Dragana: Karissa, in the back, crack open the good stuff.
Karissa disappeared for a few moments and returned with a bottle of Johnny Walker Black.
Blaine took the bottle and poured out two glasses straight and then slid one over to Dragana. Dragana cupped the glass with both hands and held it up to Blaine. Blaine reciprocated.
Blaine: A toast.
CLINK!
Blaine chugged the glass and slammed it back down. Dragana took a few sips.
Dragana: Aaahhh!
She gently put the glass back down. She looked around at the crowd and back at Blaine, letting out a small laugh. Dragana notices Blaine’s gaze focusing on someone behind her. She turns around to see a mildly drunk middle-aged man looking at her.
Dragana: Hm?
Blaine: Get the hell ou-
The Silent Queen held a hand up to Blaine. The man hiccuped.
Man: My daughter really likes you miss! She’s really awkward at school, but she looks up to you. Would you mind taking a picture? She’d love it!
Dragana’s eyes flutter and she feverishly nods. The pair pose for a selfie, with the man smiling like a goof and Dragana waving at the camera. The man takes the picture.
Man: Thank you so much!
The man is about to turn and walk away, but Dragana taps him on the shoulder and points him toward Blaine.
Man: I dunno, the champ doesn’t look like she’s in the mood….
Blaine: I can do you one better.
Blaine reaches below the bar and pulls up a baseball bat. She roughly prods it at the man.
Blaine: Tell her to aim for the knees.
Man: Um… thanks.
He quickly rushes off.
Blaine: See. Even freaks can be looked up to.
A concerned Dragana looked on as the man scurried away. She turns back to Blaine, motioning downwards. Blaine put the baseball bat away. Dragana smiles at Blaine.
After returning the bat below the bar, Blaine brings up the OCW Women’s Championship and slams the prestigious title onto the counter.
Blaine: A rematch is waiting, if you want it. God knows Valk will likely make some cliche speech at Turmoil tonight, but they aren’t paying me enough to listen to that junk. So, if you want it, you got it.
Blaine pushes it closer.
Dragana looks wistfully, but only a moment before locking her eyes back on Blaine and pushing it back.
Dragana: …
She winked at Blaine and shakes her head.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Cheers!
Everybody knows your name!
The Blacksmith’s theme plays in the arena. After the loss at Clash, The Carnivore is here to address his match against Drago
The italian wrestler takes a microphone and, before to start his speech, remains silent in the middle of the ring for a few seconds… then he begins to talk
TLB: “Last Sunday I challenged Drago to be extreme. I promised him that I would have bring him to te Hell… but the true is he has managed to use the flames better than me”
TLB: “I had an opportunity. I could win a belt after only a couple of months that I’m competing on this ring. I could scratch his legacy. But I simply failed..”
TLB: “I won’t hide myself behind the fiction of having challenged one of the best in an event like the clash. I won’t hide myself behind the fiction that, being a rookie, I can settle for this. Cause I just can’t settle for this.
TLB: “I’m not born to settle. I wanted to win, I had to win. And that’s why I consider what happened on Clash as a failure…”
Blacksmith ends to stares the center of the ring and looks up
TLB: “But you know, failures can lead you to two paths. You can quit, and be a coward, or you can get up and take your revenge”
TLB: “I’m not a coward. And so there is only road to walk for me”
TLB: “I won’t say that what happened at The Clash was unluck, cause it wasn’t. And I’m not here to ask a rematch”
TLB: “Drago, you are a great champ. That’s why I want to congratulate you for the victory of crash, cause you totally deserved that”
The audience applauds praising Drago.
TLB: “But…”
TLB: “But I want to make you a promise, and you better hear that cause I will keep it. Next time we will face in the ring, when I won’t more be only known as a Rookie but my legacy would have been started, that will be the time I will take my revenge and I will humble you.”
TLB: “You just won a battle. I’ll win the war. Always watch your back”
Blacksmith is going to leave the ring, while suddenly..
Bray: Kon’nichiwa Blacksmith-chan.
He swipes the dust off his brand new t-shirt.
Bray: “The Anime Prince” doesn’t mean to interrupt, but something you said stood out to me. You said something along the lines of “challenging one of the best”. Well, “The Anime Prince” hates to burst your bubble, but as much as he parades around thinking that, Drago Cesar is not the best.
Here come the boos…
Bray: I am. I’m the Best in the World. I earned that name when I not only outlasted 29 other superstars to win the Rumble, but oh, I also pinned B-17!
Chants of “Bingo!” start to annoy Bray.
Bray: You’ve got a lot of guts, Blacksmith-chan, I’ll give you that, but don’t get it twisted. You’ve been here a short while, so “The Anime Prince” will give you the benefit of the doubt. Because, unlike these ningens surrounding us right now, you aren’t from a backwater country. No, you’re from Italy… a country almost as great as Japan.
Bray: So here’s what’s going to happen: You don’t get Drago Cesar anymore. No, it’s my turn. “The Anime Prince” took Drago Cesar to the limit while you jumped around and made a fool of yourself! No more. Now it’s my turn, so I recommend that you shut your ignorant little ningen mouth, get out of “The Anime Prince’s” ring, and never mention the word “best” without referring to “The Anime Prince” ever again.
TLB: Well, I must say that you surprised me. I appreciate your courage to open challenge me, I really do.
TLB: But even if you say that you are the best, you must be aware of one thing. You are not only not the best in this fed, you are not even the best in this ring right now
Blacksmith looks threateningly to Prince
TLB: Do you want me? Do you want to be next? You got it, but you are deluded if you believe that I can repeat with you the same mistakes I made at the clash.
TLB: So I give you two possibilities. Or choose to come back in the backstage right now with your tail between your legs, or choose to keep the challenge, and that means I will be forced to hurt you so much…
TLB: Do you think to be ready for this, Prince?
Bray: ...“The Anime Prince” zoned out for a moment. He thought you said that he wasn’t the best, and if that’s the case…
Bray SLAPS Blacksmith with the quickness, then immediately exits the ring, smiling as if he’s proud of what he’d done.
TLB smiles nervously, then take again the microphone and says..
