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The camera pans to the announce team.

	Welcome to a very special edition of Riot Episode 474
	Ultra Super Mega Deluxe edition!

	We got Turmoil, We Got Riot, We got Champions We got Challengers!
	And the PARTY STARTS NOW!

The Camera Pans To the Ramp!

Our Humble Hero, the anomaly of success, Dennis Black stands in the center of the ring. Showered by boos and jealousy from those who have spent many sleepless nights after watching an OCW program where he has left their favorites in a puddle of their own sweat and overrated praise.

The Television Champion banged the mic against his title, causing awful echoes throughout the arena until the boos died down.

Dennis: The more you cry the harder i’ll bang, folks. 

Dennis gives a knowing wink to the camera. 

Dennis: Just ask Madison Cox. 

Our Humble Hero settles down the Riot audience by banging on his mic once more. 

Dennis: Now now, folks. I didn’t say you could speak. Moving on to the importance of me being out here. Savage Lands. An event that many of you may remember from last season.

Dennis: It was the night of my second Television Title defense against against Jacob Trance, a current Hall of Famer. A title that I...over one year later….

Dennis raises the Television Title high for all to see. 

Dennis: Still possess. Ladies and Gentleman, a guy like H20 has ‘no’ idea what he’s getting himself into.

Dennis: I say this as someone who has kicked H20 square in his jaw on more than one occasion. I can tell you first hand that his father’s jaw is stronger. But, HARVEY...by the end of Savage Lands, i’m sure i’ll find out Heather has an even stronger jaw than the both of you.

Dennis: On to you, Jackson Montgomery. Much like Harvey, Savage Lands is going to be a night of excitement.

Dennis: The nerves will eat at you. That high level of tension and nervousness that comes with a Dennis Black pay per view match will accompany you as you walk down the isle, wondering if your family, friends, and whatever the hell you consider Revolution inc. to be are watching.

Dennis: You’ll get your little cheers, work up a sweat as you run the ropes, remember what you’ve practiced and learned. Only then…

Dennis pauses as the lights cut out in the entire arena, leaving nothing but a spotlight on him. 

Dennis: The arena quiets. Things go dark as a feeling of dread washes over the both of you. It is at that moment, that very moment, that Harvey and Jackson have already lost.

Dennis: For everything they’ve worked for, trained for, prepped for...became null. Their hopes and dreams...fade to black, like the many challengers that came before them.

Dennis: For I am not a run of the mill Champion, i'm a once in a life time talent that OCW is 'lucky' to have. 

Dennis rests the Television Title over his shoulder. It shined like a beacon of hope...lessness for his Savage Lands opponents. 

Dennis: My dream is Mr. Sensation's worst nightmare. 'The Eclipse'. While many can pursue their dreams in solitude, other dreams are like great storms blowing hundreds, even thousands of other men's dreams apart in their wake. You're looking at a perfect example. 

Dennis: Dreams breath life into men and can cage them in suffering. Some men live and die by their dreams. But long after they have been abandoned they still smolder deep in men's hearts.

Dennis: To achieve my dream of creating OCW's Eclipse, a ritual that started at Summercide almost a year ago, I will do the unspeakable to any and all who stand in my way. 

Dennis: Madison Cox, heed my warning if you intend on helping Jackson this Sunday. If you thought Riot 468 broke your heart, Savage Lands will kill you... 

The spotlight fades, leaving the arena pitch black as Riot goes to a commercial break.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a load of crap!
	Show respect dam you!

Trisha Waldrop sits in the back of an OCW-approved (meaning cheap to buy in fleet sales) Mercury Grand Marquis as it rolls down a dusty road in the middle of nowhere, Arizona.

Trisha: Are you sure this is the right place?

The driver looks back. 

Driver: This is the address we were given... on a blurry photo of a printout of a google maps page. So if our directions are correct, yes.

Trisha: Orrr we could have been driving for 45 minutes in the hottest state in the US for absolutely no reason.

Driver: Also possible. Wait...

On the side of the road, a sign reads “PRIVATE PROPERTY, NO TRESSPASSING”

5 feet after, another: “THAT MEANS LEAVE”

And after that, “ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE AN IMMIGRANT”

And... “I WILL TOSS YOU IN THE BACK OF MY TRUCK”

“AND DEPORT YOU MYSELF”

Driver: Nope. This is the right way.

As the words come out of his mouth, the crib comes into view. “Crib” being a generous word. A dingy-looking mobile home... no, wait. A complex of mobile homes, like some sort of redneck supervillain's lair. There's even a grounded Winnebago off to the side, with a collection of antennas and dishes mounted to the top. Out of the door of the first trailer bursts Cort Marshall, wearing a wife beater and cutoff jean shorts, pointing a shotgun at the car.

Cort: GET THE HELL OFFA MY PROPERTY BEFORE I PUT A HOLE IN YOU LIKE A VIETNAMESE SUICIDE MONKEY.

Trisha exits the car with her hands up.

Trisha: Calm down! CALM DOWN!!!

The Camera Fades to the next scene!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	RUN TRISHA RUN!!!!!
	STAND YOUR GROUND TOOTS!

Heather Angelo vs Holly Hunter vs KAT

The camera pans to the announce team.

	She is a one woman wrecking crew!
	You ain't lying!

Previously recorded:

The scene opens in Sophia's bedroom where she is deep in slumber. It is just before dawn and the apartment is completely quiet and still. Suddenly, Sophia is jarred awake by the sound of loud retching. 

Sophia: Aggh! Ugh what the- hello??

She sits up and listens for a moment. The apartment is silent again so she shrugs and lays back down to try to fall back to sleep. Just as she begins to drift off she is awoken again. This time, to the sound of loud crunching and sobbing. 

??: CRNNNCHCRRNNCHCRRNCHH *sob sob*

Sophia jumps back up and quickly puts on her slippers and robe before going out to the living room to investigate. When she entered that room, she immediately became witness to a full blown rock bottom Madison meltdown.

There Madison was, sitting on the couch covered in potato chip crumbs- munching away and sobbing in between bites, as little bits of ruffle chip come tumbling out of her mouth with each sob.

Next to her was a hard cover book with the words ‘Journal’ stamped on it. The cover had a bunch of hastily scrawled scribbles on it, some crossed out, such as “DOUG SUCKS” and a few poorly drawn stick figures doing violent things.

Sophia points at the journal: Uhhhhhh…. should I be concerned about that? 

Madison abruptly stops crunching and wipes her face with a throw pillow. 

Madison: That? Ugh… my therapist recommended that I get through this by getting all my thoughts, feelings, and frustrations out into this journal. She said it's “catheter”… catholicism”...

Sophia: Cathartic?

Madison: Yes! That. Whatever ‘that’ is… she said it would help relieve some of my stress. Help me move on from him.

Sophia: Hmm yea that's one way, but what about all…. this?

Sophia points around the mess that is currently Madison Cox.

Madison: Well, there's that too… but not just because of him. Even when I'm not thinking about him, I just can't help feeling sick or hungry or moody all the time!

Madison: Especially in the morning! I crave the randomest things! Like the other day I CRAVED chorizo! I searched your cabinets because I was certain someone like you would have that, but no luck. 

Sophia gets ticked: Someone like--?!--

Madison cuts her off.

Madison: No chorizo! I found some pickles though. Man I do love a nice juicy pickle. 

Sophia dials it back and crosses her arms in thought, as she observes Madison. Something seems to come to mind, so she sits down next to Madison on the couch to have ‘the talk’.

Sophia: Madison. Now… let me ask you something. Didn't you mention a few months ago that you and Dennis… ‘got it in’?

Madison: Got in what? 

Sophia: SEX! Sex. Right? You guys had sex?

Madison tightens her robe at the collar as if to preserve her virginal aura. 

Madison: Why yes. Yes we did. 

Sophia: So… did you use a condom?

Madison: Well Dennis said he was allergic to lambskin so he'd have to use foreskin instead.

Sophia blinks at Madison for a few awkwardly silent seconds.

Sophia: Foreskin?

Madison: Yes. Foreskin. It's a skin.

More awkward blinking.

Sophia: Soooo basically… what you're telling me, is that you guys didn't use protection.

Madison: Foreskin! 

Sophia: Madison! Come on, you dummy! Foreskin isn't a condom!! It's.. well… a part of a guy’s… you knowwww….

Madison: A guy’s what??

Sophia: Have you been drinking? Lord knows the world doesn't need any little Madisons or Dennis Blacks running around!! Do you realize what this probably means??

Sophia grabs the empty potato chip bag, crumpling it in her hands as she shakes it around at the mess surrounding them. 

Sophia: You. The morning sickness… the cravings… the mood swings… uncontrollable crying and bitchiness… I mean that part I thought was just you being you but… Madison.

Sophia sighs.

Sophia: I really think that you need to go see a doctor. Make an appointment. Okay? I'll take your place in the match with Pyra on Riot tonight so that you can get checked out. Please, just call them. 

Madison: Oh, Sophia! (Madison joyfully throws her arms around Sophia, who hesitantly leans back to avoid the falling potato chip crumbs and snot) You're the bestest friend a gal could have!

Sophia: Gee… lucky me...

Scene ends.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	That's what friends are for!
	I don't go it? so Madison is a little sick? so what no need to...wait.....OH!!!!

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