Johns music plays and he comes out as all the fans boo and chant asshole at him. As he gets in the ring he holds his championship in the air and soaks it all in before grabbing a mic.
John: Yes get this out of the way because next week on riot I don’t want to hear any of it. I’m the good guy here not Tony.
The boos continue for another minute before finally stopping so John goes back to talking.
John: So next week I get my second main event, that's right, second main event. Let’s pause for a second.
John: People dream of finally getting that main event slot and guess what this is the second time I am getting this and ladies and gentlemen let me remind you I’m still a rookie. The futures looking bright if I do say so myself.
John grins and holds his championship up once more and the OCW fans start booing as John laughs
John: It’s so easy to annoy you people I love it. But next week when I go to Riot to fight Tony he’s not coming back to Turmoil so you better soak it up while you can.
John: There might be no other choice but to make the Light Heavyweight Championship a World title because Turmoil isn’t going to have one after Riot.
John:
This is the one man I’ve never beat one on one and that is going to change because I’m not going down to a man who’s built his career off a false king and a legend. And just like what happened to Kassidy Hayes earlier you Antonio will learn, this is MY TIME!
John heads out of the arena as the fans boo some more as he gets to the ramp he holds his championship up and then walks backstage,
We cut to the ring, where the snackmen’s duty of soundly sending scrumptious snacks to the sensational seating areas is interrupted by Jane by Jefferson Starship! Cort Marshall ambles out of gorilla position, walking down the ramp and grabbing a microphone as he does. He gets to the ring and walks the ropes, talking as he does.
Cort Marshall: Ladies, please, calm down, I may be single but I’m also a near middle aged alcoholic. Check yourselves.
Cort: I’m kidding. Anyway. You know… last week I thought I was done with Dane Xavier. I wrecked his chair, everybody had a good laugh, onto greener pastures. But the disrespect… I mean, come on. “Rookie.” “American piece of you-know-what.” And if I’d been on the set of Talledega Nights I’d damn well be showing off my autograph every night!
The crowd laugh while Cort turns and faces the stage.
Cort: So I’m gettin this out there, right now. I’m tired of your dirty mouth, Diamond D*ckhead. Come on out, right now, let’s have a match. We can keep it clean, we can have a time limit, we can have whatever you like… just come out and do what you were hired for. Wrestle. Put your money where your mouth is.
Cort waits patiently, but no Dane.
Cort: I figured. He’s probably in the back, ordering another “Welsh Antique” on ebay. I mean. Who spends 20 grand on a loveseat so ugly NOBODY is ever gonna make love on it?
Cort taps his head.
Cort: THINK, man, think.
Eventually, another theme does play, but it’s not the one Cort was looking for. Instead, it is Dennis Dillinger, waltzing his way with a toothy grin down to the ring. He seems very sure of himself.
Dillinger walks into the ring, hands up, showing he’s here for peace. He takes a microphone from ringside and steps back across from Cort Marshall.
Dillinger: Kurt, I know-
Cort: KURT!?
Cort looks at the hardcam.
Cort: Nah. Try that again. You know my name… you’re the one who sicced Telos on me back when he was the hot new thing instead of the not new now sorta negligibly near-new maybe hot thing, remember?
Dillinger raises his eyebrows and smirks, almost surprised at the memory of the former OCW Pride Champion.
Dillinger: Whatever happened to letting bygones be bygones?
Dillinger: Fine. I admit it. I do know exactly who you are, Cort Marshall. US Army Veteran. Just about 5 days removed from Independence Day, we should all know and respect who you are.
Dillinger: and that’s why I’m here. I do know who you are, Cort Marshall, but I can assure you… Dane does not… nor should he.
Dillinger: You’re a decorated athlete, but you’re no Diamond Dane Xavier.
The crowd lets Dillinger hear it after that disrespectful comment. Dillinger rolls his eyes and waves them off.
Dillinger: Even after what you did last week, Dillinger Enterprises is willing to bury the hatchet. You were in the crossfire at Wrestlution and Dane had his expensive couch ruined with your disgusting backwoods brew.
Dillinger reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out three bands of $100 bills.
Dillinger: Take the money and we can forget any of this happened.
Cort looks around at the crowd and looks down at the outstretched hand of the Ace Agent, holding the money in his face.
Cort takes one bill fold and inspects it, separating the hundreds. He squints at it, and nods, before suddenly wheeling around to shove the bills in Dillinger’s smugly grinning mouth! Dillinger coughs and spits, stumbling back, and Cort spins a finger around in the air before doing a quick dash forward and clotheslining Dennis over the top rope!
The crowd pops for the big spill! Dillinger spins over the rope, managing to hold on and twist his body so that he breaks his fall side-first on the apron, then the floor. Doing so, he lost his grip on the bill folds though, and they’re snatched up by eager audience members near the ramp seating as the commentary team lets out a scream of laughter!
Randy Rice: Front-row privilege!
Cort: We already did that a couple months ago, Dennis, watch the archives! Take your money, take your dignity, and come back when we’ve got a MATCH!
Dillinger looks to and fro, losing his cool over his missing money as he picks up the few remaining bills, now covered in his own saliva.
Dillinger: I--I wasn’t lying about taking you to court! We’ll see what the LAW says about you!
Cort: Oh, stuff a sock in it! Tell your tall glass of wet grease there’s more where that came from!
We fade out with Dillinger making his retreat, cartoonishly limping up the ramp while “Jane” plays through the arena once again and Cort watches him go.
The camera follows Colin Locke from behind as he walks down an unfamiliar hallway. The lock emblem is in full view on the back of his jacket, and he’s walking with purpose, but it’s not long before Colin comes to a stop outside of a door, the camera pans across to reveal the name ‘Tre Golden’ written on the door.
Colins gives a distinct three-beat knock on the door before opening it, and it is revealed that Tre Golden is sitting in his office, flanked by Nate Mac and Derek.
Colin: Evening, boys.
Colin gives Nate and Derek a nod before pulling a chair out and sitting on it. He takes a moment to glance around the room, taking in his surroundings before looking over to Tre, seemingly unworried by the fact that he is outnumbered in the Shogun’s Chamber.
Colin: You wanted to see me, Tre?
Colin gives the International Title a quick look, as it is displayed proudly on the table.
Colin: Hope you’re taking good care of that thing, by the way.
Tre: Only the best for my baby, and don't worry, she has sisters to keep her company.
Tre motions behind him where the OCW Hardcore and OCW Pride Championship belts are displayed on an ornate mantle. The reflection from the flames below dance on the faceplates. Tre turns to face Colin again. Lighting a blunt with his Golden zippo.
Tre: I underestimated you a little kid, I've seen you around and didn't think too much of you. You're not exactly too masterful in this craft that we have decided to make our profession. Scoop Slam could be a little better…. a little awkward working the ropes…. If Watts could wrestle his way out of a paper bag he'd probably get out of that Nelson. What do you call it again?
Colin: You’ve heard what the commentators shout, it’s Colin’s Lock.
Tre: Jesus Christ, and they call me unoriginal, but I digress.
Tre: Truth is the biggest attributes you need to get by is intelligence, And Heart.
Tre: You're a little short on the first one, but the latter you have in droves.
Tre: Dangerous combination. Men like you don't learn to quit, you'll come after this title, you still feel like it belongs to you, and you've been cheated.
Tre: Been there and done that, but like I've told Mr. Watts before you, you don't have anything I need. So this will be the end of our interactions for the foreseeable future.
Tre: But by all means stay and enjoy the ladies, free drink and a free dance as the Shogun’s Guest.
As Tre seemingly tries to end their interactions for the foreseeable future, a sly smile starts to form on Colin’s face.
Colin: It won’t be the end, though, will it?
Colins leans forward and looks closely at Tre, giving him his undivided attention.
Colin: Because, fundamentally, we agree, right? Tre, I’ve been going on and on since the start of the year about Danny. You say he can’t wrestle? Well, I agree, that’s why he spent most of our one-on-one match trying to tickle my balls rather than fight me. That’s why he got scooped. That’s why I made him tap out. You’ve been scooped yourself, and you can deflect all you like, but you know they’re no joke, right?
Colin breaks eye contact for a moment, remembering the Wrestlution match.
Colin: And that’s why you ended the match. You did it because you could, and you saw an opportunity.
The pair lock eyes once more.
Colin: No, I don’t feel cheated. Do I feel that we should’ve had a one on one at Lution? Maybe I do, and, you know what, maybe if people weren’t trying to do the ooh will Dominion clean sweep the belts story, we would’ve got it. After all, there were no questions when I won that belt.
He gestures to the International Championship.
Colin: But I know you, though. You’re better than the cowardly hide behind my friends types around here, you know you’re good, maybe you might say you’re honourable, why not? You know that when Danny had that belt, I was always the question, and I answered that question pretty definitively.
Colin takes a moment, as if choosing his words carefully.
Colin: I think you know there’s gonna be a similar question surrounding your reign until we properly answer it. If you do know that, then I’d know the Shogun of Harlem would want to show everyone why there is no question. You’re a hell of a fighter, I know that much, but in the end, there’s only so much telling you can do before you’ve gotta show it, right?
Tre: First lesson kid, learn your Mark, words like that will work on Danny, not on a Shogun.
Tre: Don't need to prove anything to anyone, the Belt is proof that I am indeed the legitimate champion.
Colin: I didn’t say you did need to prove anything, that was all you. You could just not answer the question, defend that title a bunch of times, lose it, but that wouldn’t be satisfying. There’s a reason why you brought me here, and I’m willing to bet that’s the same reason you were watching me talk to the audience last week. I’d say think about it, but I’m not sure I need to, to be honest with you Tre. Good luck. I know you’re gonna make the best choices for your title.
Colin stands, tucks the chair under and goes to leave, but before he does leave, he turns back to Tre.
Colin: Oh, by the way, you can give that free dance to a random guest or something, I’ve always found that stuff a little bit demeaning you know? Yeah. See you very soon, mate.
Tre: Women can express their sexuality in any form they wish Colin, that was a little sexist of you.
And as Colin leaves, the camera focuses on Tre as he watches him go, silently contemplating the meeting as the scene fades into the next segment.
OCW Championship
#1 Contender 4-Way
Justin Jehst vs. K'DANGELO vs.
Thomas Archer vs. Kassidy Hayes
The camera cuts into the familiar set of a backstage edition of the Clark Effect. The Turmoil crowd applauds as we zoom into Stacy Clark sat addressing the camera.
Stacy Clark: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to another edition of the Clark Effect! I am your host, Stacy Clark as always, and tonight we have a very special guest. He is somebody who has made waves amongst the Turmoil roster since his return, the man who conquered B17 at Wrestlelution, ladies and gentlemen put your hands together for the new CCW World Heavyweight Champion: Antonio Everrett!
The crowd applauds as Everrett makes his way onto the set. Tony is dressed smartly, his title draped over his shoulder. He shakes Stacy’s hand and sits on a chair opposite Stacy.
Stacy: Thank you for coming on, Tony,
Tony: Absolutely, thank you for having me.
Stacy: Well, Tony, first things first, congratulations on being victorious at Wrestlelution. I think the first thing everybody wants to know is what has it been like since that brilliant night for yourself and Dominion?
Tony: I think that’s hard to put into words, really. It’s been such a rollercoaster. Of course all of the euphoria of Night One was then offset by the disappointment of Night Two for Dominion, and all of the emotions from last week. So yeah, it was a bit of a bitter-sweet one for us all because we weren’t able to fully complete what we set out to do. I think I’ve done a lot of self-reflection over the past few weeks, to think about what I want to do with my career from this point onwards, but it’s exciting for sure. I’m ready for the challenge.
Stacy: Of course, lots of fans have been speculating who is going to be the first person to challenge you for the CCW title. With B17 out of the picture, have you given it much thought or had any discussions into who that may be?
Tony: Honestly, not really. I think that comes back to what I’ve been doing during the break over the past two weeks. I’ve had lots of time to think about what Bingo was trying to say to me. I was so focussed on getting the job done, I never really had any time to actually take it in: I am after legacy. I want to be considered the best wrestler on this planet, bar none. With so many of the OCW Stars we have been accustomed to seeing week in and week out slowly disappearing, I want to elevate up and coming talent with me now I’ve reached the top. And this…
Everrett points to his title.
Tony: … this is my ticket to prove that I am capable of doing just that. So, to be honest with you, it doesn’t matter to me who I step into the ring with first. I just want them to show me the same ambition and the desire to ascend to the very top that I had.
Stacy: Some fighting words indeed Tony. Another topic that has been on everybody’s mind as you alluded to earlier is the state of Dominion. Once again, things got tense between Danny Watts and Nate Ortiz with Nate seemingly offering Danny an opportunity to prove himself against the Hall of Famer in the ring. I just wanted to know what your thoughts on that were?
Everrett leans back and thinks to himself for a moment.
Tony: Yeah, it’s a hard one, isn’t it? Look, Danny has always had a chip on his shoulder. He’s somebody who demands a lot from himself and he has an unshakeable drive that led him to getting into Dominion in the first place. Nate has been around longer than anybody else on the roster. Of course he’s going to be able to deal with the disappointment from Wrestlelution better than Danny. If this is the only way that they are going to be able to settle their differences, then so be it-
Clap... Clap… Clap… Clap… Clap...
Tony is interrupted by some sarcastic clapping from off the set. The clapping gets louder as John Carter, Chris Greene, and Dylan Kinder make their way onto the set, led by the Light Heavyweight Champion, his title wrapped around his waist.
John: Congratulations my fellow Champion. Isn’t this just wonderful? Everything we’ve been through and we’re both on top of the world now. I remember our first match. It was so fun, I knew you had that champion's instinct.
Everrett stands up quickly and marches over to the Light Heavyweight Champion.
Tony: Who do you think you are showing your face around me after what you did to Doc? You’ve got some f*cking nerve, John.
Tony begins to try and get in John’s face but stops a few feet short as Greene and Kinder begin to step in front of Carter. Carter smirks and extends his hands out.
John: You even said it yourself. Sometimes you just have to show a bit of ambition and want it more than your opponent, that’s just what I did.
Tony: Yeah well you’re showing some ambition for a broken neck with the rate you’re going at mate.
John: Antonio, are you sure that’s how you want to keep talking to a fellow Champion? It would be unfortunate if you ended up like your mate.
Tony: What, do you think I’m scared of your group? If you lay a finger on me I swear I’ll make it my mission to come after you for as long as you exist in OCW. You know what? I’m done here.
Tony turns to try and leave the set, but gets halted when he bumps into an imposing figure behind him.
Elliot Parker: Now where, oh where, do you think you're goin’, Tony?
Tony doesn’t respond immediately as the two engage in an intense stare down.
Tony: Elliot Parker, isn’t this such a huge surprise? Did you get your goons to try and distract me so you could attack me from behind, or did you think better of it after you realised who you were dealing with?
Elliot: Oh, please, don't act like you didn't expect this, "bruv". Now, first of all, these young men ain't goons, so you gonna put respect on them. Secondly… nothing personal. I just see this as me, tying up loose ends. Finishing what B17 started. 'Cause, the way I see it, A RIOT boy decides to come to the land of men and gets lucky against our top guy. Also…
Without hesitation, Elliot low blows Tony. As the rest of The Wrestling Club prepares to jump him, Elliot waves them off and kneels down to his level.
Elliot: Don't end up like your boy. Leave this brand while you still can.
The camera zooms out as Elliot stands over Antonio’s body. Parker picks up the CCW title and lifts it into the air to a chorus of boos as the scene fades to black.
The cameraman was growing impatient. Stacy Clark could see that. But she was paid to look good, and he was paid to be ready, so her sympathy was limited for...Keith? Was his name Keith? It didn’t really matter.
Alcoholism and depression might be adding to this mopey demeanor and his nasty habit of smoking could wait. Ashley Blaine was scheduled to arrive soon to meet with the physical therapist and she didn’t intend to miss out on the opportunity.
The opportunity itself was staged, as most good journalists do. The sign that had originally been “Reserved for Jake Allen” had been replaced with “Reserved for Ashley Blaine” and it just so happened to be placed next to Terra Daturas’s dark blue electric hybrid car. Clark struggled to call it a car, but more power to Daturas, saving the planet and all that noble bulls---
VROOM VROOM
Now that was a beautiful sound. Blaine’s arrival was always prone to getting heads turning. And her arrival was something special in comparison to most pansy ass superstars, male and female alike.
Blaine backed into her spot, realized who was parked alongside her, saw that the window was open and immediately burned rubber. The immediate area was filled with the aroma of masculinity.
With a satisfied grin Blaine came strolling towards Keith and Clark.
Clark: Blaine, how do you feel about your loss to Terra last week? Have you lost your edge?
In response Blaine kicked Keith squarely in the balls and kept walking. Keith, being a mildly competent professional, kept an askew camera on Blaine who entered the long hallway.
Clark: What the hell?
The lights of the hallway went out.
Keith switched the camera over to night vision. Ocw was always losing power so this was a prudent investment.
What the camera saw caused the hair on Clark’s unshaved arm to stand up and a chill to go down the back of her neck.
Blaine was looking around obviously trying to sense what was happening. Directly in front of her a figure was crawling on the ground.
Clark: Blaine!
Blaine turned towards Clark and the figure stood up directly behind her. The lights flickered back on, but the specter was gone.
