Mad Dawg is seen walking backstage after his match. Despite just winning his match he doesn’t seem in any positive mood and is talking to himself in anger
Mad Dawg: He thought he was funny huh? Trying to mock me by running around and toying with me during the match.
As Mad Dawg continues to walk you see two backstage workers having a conversation
Backstage Worker #1: …and then he fell! And I said “Son, don’t be scared of your own dog. He just wants to play with you.”
The workers start laughing at the joke but as they reach the height of their enjoyment. Mad Dawg stops walking and turns to both guys.
Mad Dawg: So you think I’m a joke huh?!?
Mad Dawg flips over a nearby table. And gives one of the workers a Dogtooth signature.
Mad Dawg: You know what…
Mad Dawg is now staring face to face at the other worker who is now frozen in fear.
Mad Dawg:…I’m going to let everyone know this dawg ain’t one to be played with! You will fear this dog! You will respect this dawg!
Backstage Worker #1: Ok, ok whatever you say Mr. Davis.
Mad Dawg then looks the worker up and down and then starts to smile and pat the guy on his shoulder to ease his nerves.
Mad Dawg:Calm down man. I’m not going to hurt you. But you did just give me an idea
Mad Dawg walks off laughing as the backstage worker tends to the injured.
WRASSLE CASTLE
KINGU vs. ALEKSANDER BOLEK
We fade backstage to the warm, welcoming smile of Jim Black as Turmoil continues!
Jim Black: Well, Turmoil is often the appropriate word for our show and certainly has been for recently for my guest at this time. He is one half of Perfect Storm, he is Ijitu Quartz.
A vocal, but clearly mixed reaction rains down over the interview as the camera pans up to the former world champion.
Jim Black: Conspicuous in his absence is the other half-
Jim looks over at Quartz, who is staring daggers at him.
Jim: Eherm, well… Quartz, everyone wants to know just what is going on between you and H2O regarding this entire Rust Cohle situation. Care to comment?
Quartz: Jim, two weeks ago, our path to the OCW Tag Team Championships was taken away from us. Harvey’s response to that was to ignore the goals we set out to accomplish in the weeks leading up to Wrestlution 17.
Quartz: You know Rust Cohle. I am no stranger to falling out with my tag team partner, but this… This was supposed to be different. I-
Quartz slowly turns his head to see someone walking into frame. The camera follows the former champion’s eyes to see Kareem “Money” Franklin step in with his hands clasped together.
Kareem: Big Quartz, my guy! God damn, they wasn’t lying when they said you look bigger in person. Certainly not taller, though!
Quartz: Tell your story walking, you rat.
Kareem: Woah, woah, take it easy, fella. You’re gonna want to hear what The New Deal has had to say about you…
Kareem: … Look, I know this Rust Cohle situation got your jimmies all up in a twist, but why don’t you join me for a little chat and we can figure it out?
Quartz peers back to Jim Black for a moment, before stepping off set and following Kareem down the hallway…
Jim turns and offers a light shrug to the camera as we fade to the next segment.
As Turmoil rolls on, Paul Boulet arrives with his $10,000 briefcase in hand. He scowls at the crowd in his first appearance since his submission loss to Victor Karmine the previous RIOT.
The disgruntled Quebecer makes his way to the ring and climbs in. “YOU TAPPED OUT!” chant the crowd, and Boulet grits his teeth, spinning around and looking for whoever started the chant.
He can’t find anyone specifically, though, so he just closes his eyes and tries to be like Buddha would have wanted.
PB: I know… you people are very ‘appy with what happened.
The crowd cheer!
PB: But I am not.
They cheer even louder.
PB: I know everyone is very proud that the North American Championship ‘as left my grasp. Go on, applaud.
They do!
PB: Know that I am NOT bitter. Any ‘ockey fan knows that days of glory are short-lived, and the dark grows e’r longer come winter.
PB: I will suffer the chill, and my determination will endure the frost. Come springtime or sooner, and The Goon will hold gold once again.
Boulet finishes this thought before almost immediately cutting himself off to add an addendum.
PB: … Also I think it is very suspicious that the same man I took the title from is being so ‘eavily favoured by the man who took it from me. Really makes you think, eh? COLLUSION.
He shakes his head.
PB: But enough about mistakes. What Karmine has NOT done, is survive THE LOC. No, instead, like the wily weasel that digs holes in a farmer’s crops before he GRABS IT AND THROWS IT AT THE WALL…
PB: Ahem.
PB: Excusez-moi. What he ‘as done is cleverly avoid ever being put IN it. And so, he does not claim victory over my ten thousand dollar challenge. And nobody else will, either!
PB: So come out, one and all. From the nobodies in the back who mouth off about how management is afraid to book them, when really, Dupree spilled maple syrup over their name on the roster sheet and nobody cared enough to notice, to the main eventers who make their way to the ring with a cane and an IV drip… or dripping with something else, eh…
Paul raises the case to the sky.
PB: Come and give me your best shot!
Suddenly the lights go black. A purple smoke fills the stage and the song Chaos and Earthquakes begins to play. DarkNET Society immediately comes up on the tron, and emerging from the smoke comes Sammuel Omen!
Omen lumbers down to the ring slowly, and after about a minute he finally reaches the ring steps. He takes his ring jacket off and places it on the neary steps. Omen takes a moment to look into the ring and stare down Paul Boulet, who looks markedly less confident all of a sudden.
Omen, after thirty seconds of intense staring, takes his right leg and steps up on the ring apron. He then swings his left leg over the top rope before resuming his stare down of Paul Boulet. Omen takes a step towards Boulet, but Paul takes a step back.
PB: Ehhh, je suis désolé, Frankenstein Club is two doors down.
Omen extends his right arm and rubs his thumb against his index and middle finger. He is signalling money to Paul Boulet. The crowd cheer and Boulet looks around nervously.
PB: All right, all right, big man… challenge accepted.
Boulet waves a ref into the ring to start the challenge! Both men get into position, and Boulet locks in the Loc Quebecois! He has some trouble due to the sheer size of Omen’s tree trunk legs, but he gets it cinched in and begins working the joints. Omen, however, has other plans.
After a mere second or two in the hold, he sits up and looks at Boulet, suddenly furious! Omen swiftly swings his right arm back in an attempt to hit The Maker’s Hand while locked in the submission hold. Paul Boulet, barely moving out of the way in time, immediately breaks the hold and rolls out of the ring.
Boulet: Oh non, non, non, non! No worm for moi! Disqualified for funny business!
Paul snatches his briefcase from the apron and dashes away faster than a man his width with legs that short has any right to, hopping the barrier and disappearing into the crowd heading for a side exit while still yelling “non!” repeatedly.
Omen grunts in anger due to Boulet’s cowardice. “Chaos and Earthquakes” hits as he stands in the ring for a few moments. He then turns back towards the ramp and exits the ring, walking up the ramp as the scene fades.
