Joe Zhivago

I'm not sure if making a chain out of the belt will be as easy as you think, Ed.

And decides to join Tank.

Finally got to use that pic, Dennis!

I really enjoyed the Sophia and Alex Robinson segment - very well written. Brenda Starks is well used, as an authority figure.

Why does Jimmy get one up on Tank only for Tank to get a one up on someone else? #Frustration Or maybe we're just supposed to think it's Tank... Hmmmm. Axton, all those wild pins on Tank filled his momentum super fast! I was yelling for you to stop, while watching.

Corey Ford and Little L for tag champs.

Bump for page 2.

How can we forget with you constantly reminding us?

Dennis, your photo submission reminded me of ffviii when you see you all the black and white stills over the intro credits. You even sound like Squall: Energetic lady: How would I know? Okay! Such a great actor. I don't know how you keep up the whole never smiling thing. So brooding! Such focus. Have you ever considered movies? Dennis: ………

Looking forward to Loki vs Jimmy. Get that Big Irish fanny, Jimmy, or wherever he's from!

I'm sure Bray was booked against Ed to highlight this specifically. Hopefully everyone has learned their lesson now lol. Would liked to have seen Bray start a feud with Dennis after 115, but that never happened and I'll never understand why,. Instead, the week after, he and Tank were groping each other backstage and ended up in a no dq match... This kind of thing in particular annoys me, as story opportunities are either ignored or unnoticed. I'll think, " Maybe Joe can go this direction, but wait, so and so doing this would make more sense, so I'll give them space to run with it instead." Well if people don't go through certain doors, I will instead. *edited

Also regardless of the Ed v Bray match a few of us are still getting our ass kicked by Ed, which is kayfabe. I don't think Bray is interested in the TV title anyway, so this elevates him beyond that now.

Nice, I didn't notice this was up. Now I can listen to your soothing voice while go to sleep.

Yeah, I forgot to say, the commentary is great and helps the flow of the show so much!

Songs will be sung of this day!

Thank you Bray, for the collaboration. I like how he comes along on his night off just to kick my ass. Corey is awesome, wicked clown managed by his Nan. Haha, Big Ed - looks like you'll be taking the bus to work, from now on. That was a fun, Dennis. Axton and Loki in a strip bar. Those poor women. Tank battering Jimmy! Damn you Tank. Your video submissions are always ace, Jimmy. Need to see the tables turn now. The next Haus of hoot t-shirt should say "Fu (HOOONK) Tank". Most of all, I wish Jackson was able to be the Champion he deserves to be, without all the drama - I know this has been said before, but I agree. Plus he has the coolest T-shirt.

Bray and Joe are the heroes Turmoil deserves, but not the ones it needs right now. Tank, I can't believe you punched my number one fan in the face. You horrible fat bastard. Can't wait for Jimmy to kick your arse.

http://rs1366.pbsrc.com/albums/r766/anticitizen2501/Mobile%20Uploads/image_zpsof9o3sb9.jpg?w=480&h=480&fit=clip Joe Zhivago stands outside an old building, the broken neon sign above the door is missing a letter and reads “azz Club”. Joe frowns, clutching a crumpled piece of paper, he checks the hastily scrawled address again to make sure he's at the right place. He shakes his head and goes inside. The small club is dark and dingy with a scattering of small tables and mis-matched chairs all around. The walls decorated with old jazz records and instruments - it was very busy considering it was empty of customers. The barman was polishing a glass with a greasy cloth as Joe addresses him. Joe: Hiya, how you doing? The barman responds by raising and eyebrow. Joe frowns at him. Joe: I'm here to see Johnny… The barman puts down the glass he was polishing and slowly makes his way to an office in the back. A few moments pass and a booming voice calls out from the other side of the club. Johnny: Well if it isn't my favourite nephew! Joe turns round to see the giant that is Johnny Blake Burns, smiling brightly as he strides over to greet him with an extended hand. Joe hesitates slightly but shakes his hand. Johnny takes a seat next to him at the bar. Johnny: So, what took you so long to pay your Uncle a visit? I remember you weren't so slow when I offered to pay for your flights here and hooked you up with that “OCW” contract. Joe: You didn't give me much choice - you just sent me the tickets, without saying anything. I am grateful though… Joe Zhivago was quite wary of his Uncle Johnny. He often had an ulterior motive for every supposed good deed and beneath the facade he was far from a good person. Johnny: Hey, don't mention it Joey. I'm just happy you're here now. With your Ma and Pa both gone, you're the only family I have left. I'd hate to think you were wasting away on some farm in Scotland. Johnny nods to the barman. Johnny: Fix us a couple drinks would ya; what you having Joe? Joe: I'll have a coke, please... Johnny looks to the barman: Two whiskies... The barman gets to it and plonks the two drinks down in front of the two men. Johnny moves in closer to Joe and lowers his voice. Johnny: So, uh… I've been following your progress on Turmoil and… You ain't doing too good… Joe tenses up at this. Johnny: Even that fake Jimmy Henry they brought in had you breaking a sweat and he wasn't even a real wrestler. Joe: Hey, I... Johnny’s smile is replaced by a more serious expression as he cuts Joe off. Johnny: Your skills aren't the problem here, Joey - you're too nice is what it is. Look at everyone else - you see them laughing and joking backstage with Stacy Clark? No, because they have their eyes on the prize. You need to focus - ain't nothin’ going be handed to you on a silver platter. You want something, you gotta take it yourself. Joe looks into the glass of whiskey he didn't want - mulling over Johnny's words. Johnny: When your Father and I were in the business, we didn't let anyone stop us. We kept our eyes on the prize and we got where we wanted to be. You're soft, like your Mother was - maybe all that money I spent gettin’ you here was wasted. Joe stands up abruptly at this last comment, almost knocking his stool over. Joe: At least people liked my Mother… Joe turns and begins to leave without another word. Johnny calls after him. Johnny: Could never handle the truth, could ya? Always over reacting. You just run away and cry now. You're in control of your own destiny. When you're ready to listen to some sense, you'll know where to find me… Joe stops at the exit, with his back to Johnny, as if to respond. He takes a deep breath, but keeps walking.

Mystery opponent, huh?

Lol, I knew you'd say that! Joe was smoking in his first promo and they're hand rolled - you've had your chance to sue me. ;-) http://www.ocwfed.com/forum/showthread.php?16895-100-Scottish-beef.&p=118041&highlight=#post118041 Hell in a Cell please.

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It's the night after “Turmoil” and Joe Zhivago is exiting the Terminal 5 arena. He sighs, having just received his losers pay cheque and raises a lit match to the cigarette in his mouth. His flame is blown out by a sudden gust of wind - Joe looks up to see Madison Cox walking his way. She stops when she sees him and gives him an evil smile. Madison: Well if it isn't Joe Shamanji... Joe Zhivago looks agitated: Well if it isn't Crazy Lying Psycho. Madison is unfazed: Hah, like Dennis will believe you. Listen sweetheart, it's your word against mine. Who are you anyway? Just another loser rookie in a crusty jacket, that’s who. I've got big plans for Dennis and this place and I'm not going to let a fool like you ruin them. Joe Zhivago: We'll see about that, Madison. You're not the only one with plans for that belt, ye know. Madison scoffs at the thought: Don't make me laugh. You think you have a chance in hell of taking the belt from my Dennis? Joe Zhivago: You have no idea what I'm capable of - one way or another, everyone here is going to find out. Madison laughs: You just keep telling yourself that. Anyway, you've wasted enough of my time already and I have some important business to attend. See you later, loser. Madison turns and makes her way inside the arena and Joe makes his way down the street. Just as he finally gets his cigarette lit, a yellow cab drives past him and through a massive puddle which soaks him head to toe. Joe is left, as usual, frowning - his soaked cigarette hanging limp in his mouth.

Corrections officer: OK, Dylan Graves: One blue crushed-velvet suit. One frilly lace cravat. One gold medallion with peace symbol. One pair of Italian shoes. One pair of tie-dyed socks, purple. One vinyl recording album: Tom Jones, Live at Las Vegas. One Swedish-made penis enlarger pump. Dylan: That's not mine! CO: One credit card receipt for Swedish-made penis enlarger pump, signed Dylan Graves. Dylan: I'm telling you, baby, that's not mine. CO: One warranty card for Swedish-made penis enlarger pump, filled out by Dylan Graves. Dylan: I don't even know what this is. This sort of thing ain't my bag, baby. CO: One book: Swedish-Made Penis Enlarger Pumps and Me: This Sort of Thing Is My Bag, Baby, by Dylan Graves

Jackson's story makes me so sad. #prayforjackson

Ah fuck, I think I know what you mean now, but if so I didn't even notice. My bad also. And yeah, I have to a agree, was very surprised to hear Dylan was involved!