Jacob Trance

But people wanted aggression :(

Nah. He'll literally post the exact same promo again on the show... Like he did before.

It was suggested I try playing more aggressive to see what it brings from people, so far I'm liking the results.

Page 1 is why we can't retire.

I still think the page 2 rule should be put in the bin.

Tell that to Code Jackmans scrambled brains

The word of the day is "lust."

No...

The dust settles on Turmoil 233. We find ourselves in a limousine driving away from the Barclays Centre. In the limousine are the Archer Academy contestants and Nicholas Maximus. Everyone seems pleased, even Damian Bourne is in high spirits. All of the crew are drinking champagne, acting as if wins and losses don't actually matter. Archer taps his glass and clears his throat. Archer: A toast to you all for performing so well so far. I am most impressed but remember, someone will eventually have to lose. But… Your performances will not be ignored by the fans, the staff and most importantly your paychecks. Benjamin goes to speak but gets cut off by Nicholas placing a hand over his mouth and a shake of his head. Archer: That being said… The next challenge is going to be an urban assault course. You will be dropped off at random locations in the city and will have to make your way to the airport… The limousine draws to a halt. Archer: Damian, you will be starting from here, giving you a head start on everyone else. Nicholas! Archer claps a couple of times and Nicholas exits the vehicle, walking around the outside of it to open the door for Damian. Damian exits into the night, looking around an abandoned car park. Bourne: Creepy… Somewhere nearby is a weird noise that sounds slightly human, followed by a vibrating noise. The limousine door shuts and begins to leave. Bourne approaches a box and opens it, inside is a talking, vibrating Code Jackman body pillow. Bourne: This has gone too fucking far… Bourne kicks the box over and reaches into his pocket for his phone. Bourne: Can't believe that rich bastard has never hard of Uber… Wait… Bourne performs the lost item pat down before looking worried, he can't find something. Bourne: Shit… We cut back to the limousine just in time to see Nicholas throw a cellphone out of the window. He grins when everyone looks at him before folding his arms. Nicholas: Master Archer takes the rules very seriously. Archer: He is correct. The limousine pulls onto the freeway as it begins to rain. Sparks presses his face to the glass, watching the journey. He nudges Tucker before pointing. Sparks: We’re going to the airport… JT: But that's the challenge… Archer cackles causing everyone but Nicholas to jump. Archer: Of course it is! Maybe for Damian, if he can ever find his way there. Archer takes out a wallet and rifles through it before throwing it out of the window too. He holds up Damian’s ID card. Archer: Would never have thought that was his real name, I suppose you learn something every day. Gentlemen, we are going to Hawaii for the next part of the challenge, Damian is staying here… Because he has been expelled, he has been deemed unworthy of my teachings. Now, let’s all listen to my entrance music! At that, New Americana does indeed blare through the speakers as we fade out, a little memorial picture of Damian pops up saying “Damian Bourne 2019-2019 Archer Academy Alumi, his grade was F-.”

Next time... On Page Two!

Fixed that for you

Good show, something a bit cray-cray on it but we'll see how it plays out. Two distractions on the show, but played out to two different endings. More if we ever get to page two.

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Archer strokes the wig from an undisclosed location.

Three of the four men who had been enrolled in the Archer Academy have returned from the first challenge, Bejamin Moore, the Jamaican Jiggalo has apparently vanished without a trace, leaving the others to ponder where he is. Quietly, they chatter amongst themselves until Nicholas Maximus walks in pushing an old VHS player and television tray style combo you would see in an old public school. From his satchel he removes a video tape and slides it in, pressing play. The quality is poor for a moment, snow controls the box before inevitably Thomas Archers face fills the screen. In the background, are some monuments, it would appear he is now in Greece. Archer: Congratulations, you have all passed! Including Benjamin Moore, despite the fact he actually failed the challenge. As such, he is being held in a secret location... Which brings us to our next challenge... Archer leans forward, clasping his hands together. Archer: It is up to you to find him based on a series of elaborate clues I have set out for you all. Whoever finds him the fastest, gets a cut of the money they made for me in the previous round. However, if Joshua Tucker wins I will pay for an advertising campaign to put his name up on lights all over the cities that host OCW shows for the rest of the season. Archer examines his finger nails. Archer: The rest of you, well... You'll just get a one handed golf clap. The footage cuts towards Benjamin Moore, slumped over in an undisclosed location. Archer: Let the game begin... Archer begins to cackle as Nicholas returns, wheeling him out of the room, Bourne, JT and Sparks look at each other before all making a mad scramble for the door as the scene fades.

The evening has worn on, we are back in the hotel where a glum looking Aerith is half slumped across a bar. She props herself up with one elbow, nursing a Guinness. She sighs loudly and ruffles her hands through her hair before glancing at her phone. It ticks over and a notification pops up. She cackles before cheering sarcastically. Aerith: Bar keep! A pint of your best mead for aw ma pals! The bartender looks a little confused by the dialect. Aerith: A beer for all of my invisible friends. The bartender takes out a small glass and pours a quick shot of whiskey in and takes a hit. Bartender: It's closing time but I'll give you one for the road. Aerith glances up, a little bleary eyed. Bartender: It's your birthday, I saw it on your phone… Anyway… He begins to lock up, pouring another Guinness before starting to clean up. Aerith: Thanks… I appreciate it. Without another word the bartender finishes tidying up the seating area and slips out, he does however, leave the lights on. Aerith downs the remainder of her old pint before starting on the fresh one. Aerith: Yesterday sucked. Today sucks. Where the heck are those three? She sighs and necks the other pint, and puts the glass down on the bar before realising, it's closed. Aerith: I'll take this up to the room and wash it for him… The glass disappears into her bag as she departs, heading into the elevator to head up to her room. The doors close and she's gone. The camera remains running long enough to just about catch a female trio returning from a night on the town as it fades out.

The dust has settled over a long Wrestlution weekend and we find ourselves in a hotel room. The sound of hot running water can be heard coming from the bathroom, a suitcase is packed but there are still a few small items of clothing scattered around the room. The camera pans around showing a few more personal items, namely a pile of small t-shirts emblazoned with the logos of Dragana, Elsa and Terra. The water stops and time goes on for a little while before Aerith emerges from the room, wearing a pair of shorts and a black vest top. She approaches the pile of clothing and eventually makes her choice, Terra. She tugs the shirt on and sets about the task of tying her hair up, the red dye looking like a centralised massacre occurred atop her head. She smiles at herself in the mirror, grabbing her phone from the dresser drawer. Aerith: Perfect! Let's do this! As she goes to depart she takes a quick glance at the OCW guest list for room numbers before leaving her room, closing the door securely behind her. With pep in her step she makes her way down the hallway and knocks on number 7382. She waits. Knocks again, waits some more and then frowns. Aerith: Guess she's out. No matter. She moves on, trying both 7365 and 7299 only to have the exact same outcome. She looks a little out of sorts but it may simply be because she looks a little odd wandering the hotel knocking on seemingly random doors. Aerith: Hmmph… They all must have left… I should probably check my phone. No messages. She blinks and forced a smile, opening Telegram, then with an audible exhalation of air closes it. The corner of her mouth twitches as she hammers a few keys, eventually a bleep greets her and she heads towards the elevator, pushing for the lobby, her eyes on her phone.

Yes.

Afternoon

All the rookies dragging people away from ropes amused me.

Set me free.

Page two.

You're just gonna keep on loving Misticoooooooo

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