We find ourselves back as we see General Manager and Newly Wedded Wife of Mr. Jaysin Sensation, Kumiko "Emp" Sensation making her way into the General Manager's office of the OCWFed arena. General Manager Tiberius Octavian Dupree sits behind the desk, rubbing his hands together.
As Emp enters the room Dupree sits staring at over with his classic half smile on his face. His left eye is twitching like he's having back spasms.
Dupree: Ah, Emp! So good of you to drop by. Please, have a seat. Would you like a maple doughnut? Maybe a Maple Bacon Bar or a glass of Freshly squeezed maple?
Emp raises an eyebrow in curiosity as she looks around the room with caution before sitting down.
Emp: What’s this about, Dupree? Where is Spider and Drago? Whatever you are planning, I'm not falling for it and Don't you touch me I'm worth a Million Dollars!
Dupree: Oh, nothing much, my dear. Just a little paperwork. You know how it is—contracts, waivers, and such.
Emp: Now I know you are full of shit you haven't touched a contract since you came back. Cut to the chase, Dupree. What do you want?
Dupree: Emp, my dear, have you ever considered the toll this job takes on your personal life? The late nights, the stress, the constant bickering with Mr. Sensation?
Emp: What are you getting at?
Dupree leans in closer to Emp placing his elbows on the desk. You can hear the faint sound of wood cracking under his weight.
Dupree: Well I've been looking at some of the wrestlers' contracts that need a General Managers signature to finalize some things.
Emp: And what’s that got to do with me? Sign the paperwork if it's such an issue you're a GM or at least pretend to be.
Dupree tightens the grin on his face like he’s trying to stop himself from yelling. He starts to grind his perfectly whitened teeth while talking through his smile.
Dupree: Well, my dear, given some of them are your doing such as Cody Hagen and Terra Daturas. I only find it fair you sign off these forms.
Emp: Fine, whatever lets get this over with I have things I have to do.
Dupree slides the papers over toward Emp who snatches up the papers and grabs her pen. She goes to put the pen to the paper and pauses. She looks up at Dupree who seems to be sweating more than a fat person in Texas on a hot summer's day waiting for icecream.
Emp looks down at the papers and sees the contract has another paper taped to the bottom for the signature. Emp pulls the two pages apart and notices one is divorce papers.
Emp: YOU THINK I'D FALL FOR THIS? You’re trying to manipulate me, Dupree! Stop trying to break up my Marriage! YOU HUMAN SLOTH!
Dupree slams his fist on the desk trying to reach over and grab Emps hand to force her to sign the papers. Emp falls back out of the chair in an attempt to dodge Dupree.
Dupree: That’s not even a real ring! That's just plastic from a bottle cap! Now, Sign the papers you phreaking dummy!
Emp and Co-GM Ryu Matsumoto stare at Dupree looking shocked and appalled at Dupree's Comment. Emp turns and stumbles back in shock.
Emp: When the hell did you get here?
Ryu: I've been here the whole time.
Ryu walks over and grabs a Maple Bacon Bar. He takes a small bite then throws it in the trash. Dupree's eyes widened in shock as he has just witnessed confectionary homicide in the first degree. His eyes lock onto Ryu.
Dupree: WHAT DID YOU JUST DO!?
Ryu: My eyes must have been bigger than my stomach. Trying to watch my figure.
We cut to OCWfed's COO Drago Cesar making his way down the halls. As he enters the General Manager's Office, Dupree is seen trying to shove a half eaten Maple Bacon Bar into Ryu Matsumoto's face while Emp is on Dupree’s back trying to choke him out.
Drago: .....
Drago turns around and closes the door. He rubs his temples in frustration as he continues his way down the hall and away from the chaos.
We cut backstage following an adventurous little cameraman as he juts through the highways and byways of the busy backstage area on OCW Turmoil.
A long and winding road, he ducks and dives, fidgets and widgets before coming to his final Twist and Shout… The Lobby.
Rust Cohle and Paul Pugh are hanging out in a corridor backstage, Rust is looking down at his phone while Pugh is bouncing a tennis ball against a production crate in front of him. As the cameraman stumbles to a halt, Cohle looks up from his phone and acknowledges him
Rust: Oh oh oh, calm down, don’t need to run like this.. Take a deep breath.
Pugh glances across
Pugh: Ah. Is Jim Black with you?
He looks both ways quizzically
Pugh: Where is Jim Black?
The cameraman lets out a nervous squeak followed by a shrug of the camera
Pugh: Is Jim Black facetiming us? Rust are you hearing this?
Rust grins and places his phone on the production crate
Rust: Hope he didn’t get beautup by a random rookie again.. It doesn’t matter, we’re professionals, we can do an interview without…
Pugh: …ah ah… Wash your mouth out mon amie, this Professional Wrestling, there is a history… a tradition… back in my day…
Rust stops him
Rust: .. Please, no Golden Era talk.. It’s 2024 now… and this is what we’ve got. A neckbeard with a vlogging rig.
He turns to the cameraman
Rust: You are doing good, bud..
Pugh lets out a huge sigh as a dejected look of realisation comes across his face. He looks down at the ground and shakes his head
Pugh: Fine…
He brushes his chest down, clears his throat and slides his hand through his hair, fixing his platinum spikes as he slaps Rust on the chest. Both of them stand side by side in the frame, ready to address the camera
Pugh: Bash… What you did on Ambition - that was a bold move. It takes a big man to blindside a dude who isn’t expecting it… What you did was outrageous, egregious, preposterous… and was straight out of my playbook in 2015.
Pugh:
See Bash, like I said last week, I don’t hate you - DNS has been a true success story of this calendar year in OCW… but like I also said last week. Do not start something if you don’t want something… and Bash on Wednesday night, you told me you wanted something.
Pugh grins
Pugh: Heck, if it wasn’t for my esteemed friend Rust here, it might’ve been a hell of a lot worse. You might’ve got the scalp so many before you have tried, and failed, to take… but you didn’t and we sent you running back under the bleachers like the rats you are
Rust: Bolek.. Don’t think we forget about you. The resident snake of OCW.. Gives me 2020 Frenchblade vibes. You were a snake before joining DNS, always attacking fearless competitors.. From the back. Telos, Aisu, just to name a few.
Rust:
Now you are trying to up the Ante by attacking Mount Rushmore. Good luck with that. I thought your next target would be.. Bash.. But I guess that is for another time.
Pugh: So you know what? I think you’ve done enough to get our attention. See last week, your voice box trick was kinda cute. but trying to take me out when I’m working in my capacity as a staff member - a staff member who has done nothing but nurture you both since you walked in the door… that crossed the line… that will not stand.
Rust: Bash and your incapacity at keeping your group in check, and Bolek.. All temper, no substance. Something’s got to give.. Or maybe, the downfall of DNS is upon your shoulders ?
Bolek:
See.. Someone should have told you that trying mind games with Paul Pugh and Rust Cohle was going to backfire, right ?.. We will get the answer very soon.
Pugh: "If you know the enemy and know yourself, your victory will not stand in doubt." - The Art of War. So DNS, you got it. Ambition. March 2. We’re done being crept up on - it’s time to take action. Meno-a-Meno
Rust: It’s Mano-a-Mano…
Pugh: I was makin… its a plural… nevermind… Ambition. End Games. March 2. The last one of the season… Let’s see what you’ve got. Lobby vs DNS
Rust: If you make it to another season that is.. Bash Bolek, bring out the big guns.
With that, The Lobby both come out of professional mode and return to their previous activity, Rust scrolls his phone and Pugh picks up the tennis ball once more. Pugh waves the cameraman away down the corridor. Just in the distance, you can still hear them as a phone begins to ring
Rust: Oh Jim Black is calling !
Pugh: Give me the phone, I’ve got a bone to pick with that herbert. He’ll never work in this town again!
The scene fades to black as Turmoil tumbles on
RIOT BLOCK - ROUND 1
HIFUMI MAYOSHI vs. EMP
We venture over to the catering area where we see various food and drinks. The Former CCW Champion Wrex walks up to the table in search of something to drink.
He grumbles as he sees nothing but finger food spread throughout the tables and with bottles of water.
Wrex: Christ.. Sensation needs to hurry up with his mid life crisis of a marriage, forgot to order the damn liquor.
???: Well, well, well…That liver of yours looking pretty good. Oh wait I’m sorry, that’s just you getting fat.
Wrex was morose. Not only could he find a real drink, the sound of Harvey Hamilton Ocean’s voice made him even more irritated.
Wrex doesn’t even bother to turn around.
The camera shot is focused on Wrex’s eyes and Harvey standing over his shoulder behind him. You can tell by the looks of it, he’s frowning.
Wrex: You got three seconds to make like a tree and f**k off, Harvey.
Harvey takes off his traditional shades and hooks it onto his collar. He steps within’ centimeters behind Wrex - So close that he could whisper into his ear.
H2O: 3….
Wrex closes his eyes.
H2O: 2…..
Wrex’s face and neck slowly become red.
H2O: 1…..
Wrex turns around quickly and the two stare each other down. They stare some more and more. Until finally one of them breaks silence.
H2O: Instead of looking for the next shot of whiskey you should be looking for a dentist to deal with your halitosis. I didn’t come to stand here and inhale your disgusting cottonmouth for 2 minutes.
Wrex says nothing. But he looks down at Harvey’s shades and takes them off his collar. He places them in the palm of his hand and “accidentally” drops them to the ground.
You can suddenly hear glass breaking indicating that Wrex stepped on them and crushed them. But still all this time the two never stopped staring at each other. Harvey now has become irritated.
Wrex: You know, it’s impressive.. Four years, and I still hate your guts, no wonder it was a one and done.
H2O: Funny you say that because I had to throw away my nice set of boots after we first met in the ring. I could never get rid of that scum off the bottom of boot after I gave you that Riptide.
Wrex: Everyone gets one.. And only one, how about you go be a good lapdog, and ask your brother.. All about it, before we both find out how weak your chin really is.
H2O: Don’t make promises your ass or…..
H2O bends down slightly to Wrex’s eye level and taps Wrex’s stomach.
H2O: …what’s left of your liver can’t cash.
Wrex headbutts Harvey, sending him back a few feet. Officials jump in to hold H2O back while Wrex just stands there.
H2O: You come near my brother again I’ll send you to the same place Rust Cohle and Paul Pugh is…the back of the god damn line.
H2O: You will never see a tag title or the CCW Championship again as long as I’m around.
Wrex: Funny! I was thinking the same goddamn thing!
H2O: Let me go!
OCW officials pulls Harvey off camera as he continues to yell and scream. Wrex begins to smirk.
