OCWFED.com Presents Riot

   

LIVE FROM MADISON SQUARE GARDEN

 

The camera pans to the announce team.

Welcome to RIOT!!! 476

The hits just keep on coming!

We have an amazing show for you tonight!

So lets get it going!

 

After a brief commercial break in which Dennis Black destroys the OCW Hall of Fame to shill the new OCW 2K18 game we finally return to Riot. The camera makes a bird’s eye view of everyone in attendance.

Standing in the ring is no other than the outcasted Pepperton, the First Lady….at the bar, one half of the degenerate duo of Betty Ford, Eerie Sunshine. She picks her nose and pretends to flick a booger at the hard camera then grins.


Eerie: Heather “uptight loose tw*t” Angelo!

The arena cohesively laughs, yet those laughs quickly turn into “Heather’s Gonna Kill You” chants.

Eerie: I HIGHLY doubt that...and when I say high, I mean Bob Marley is jelly right now, high.

She grins again, the camera zooms into her bloodshot eyes then pans out. Great camera work.

Eerie: But I ain’t out here to talk about that. I’m out here to put f*ckin’ Heather in her place. The day she dropped Harvey’s slong and latched her lips on that cinnamon stick she thought she gained a goddamn power level.

Eerie: Well let me tell ya sumtin’ bitch! I’ve put down pitchers of malt with more clout than you. Fisted holes wit a lot more to say than you. And….I’ve seen more bitches like you come and go more than Ron f*ckin’ Jeremy. Pun intended!

Eerie: I will ravage your va…..

Eerie is cut off abruptly when Heather Angelo’s music hits, “Heather’s gonna kill you” chants start back up and die down when she goes to speak.

Heather: Eerie, what comes out of your mouth matches the amount of stench that erupts from your skin…

Heather: Straight up garbage.

Crowd laughs in unison.

Heather:
You're a waste. Not just human waste but a waste of my time. Although I'm fairly new; But I only deal with elites.

Heather: I thought Harvey would be an elite but we see how he turned out. Dennis Black and I came together as fate. Sort of like you and Anna.

Heather: Your… kind…gravitate to that kinda lifestyle.

Heather: All my life I've dealt with jealous bi(beep)ches like you. Only difference is that this ass whoopin’ will be televised.

There have been enough words said and the two immediately start trading punches. Eerie grabs a handful of Heather’s hair and tries to pull her to the mat but she counters and elbows Eerie in the chest.

She then irish whips Eerie trying for a lariat but Eerie ducks then delivers a knuckle sandwich. Heather eats it then follows up by going for Eerie’s lunch with a haymaker to the bread basket.

As the crowd erupts in all the frenzy, “Hell Hath No Fury” hit and Anna Mosity stands inebriated at the ramp with a mic in hand.


Anna Mosity: How dare you bitch...havin’ all the fun wit out me *burp”!

She finishes her Zima tossing the bottle over her shoulder and darts to the ring. As Anna reaches the apron Heather hammer throws Eerie outside the ring into an approaching Anna.

Heather:
I’ll take both you on, bring it!

Betty Ford look at each other, shrug and rush the ring. They stand on either side of Heather the tension rising. Trying to make this a fair as possible Eerie and Anna argue over who goes first. Heather really doesn’t care who... so she lays into both of them with blows.

The crowd goes more nuts than it already is as someone else is now running down the ramp towards the ring. It’s goddamn Hurricane Holly Hunter! What the heck?! She slides in the ring and everything just stops. All four women start staring at each other, Heather then begins to shout at Holly refusing her help.

Eerie and Anna look at each other again, they shrug then rush both Heather and Holly. The four bombshells are tearing the place down. Heather is trading punches again with Eerie, Holly and Anna are already on the outside brawling.

More prepared this time, tons of OCW officials and security rush the ring. There has to be nearly 15 bodies moving at once around the ring as the camera fades to another commercial. This one a Betterness-branded global shampoo pitch for the marks
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The camera pans to the announce team.

These 2 are going to kill each other!

Summercide can't come soon enough!


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Previously Recorded….

Scene opens to a very familiar luxurious home of The Oceans in Denver. As we pan thru the living room you can see a new family portrait with a added members, La Lengua.

Dad2O is sleeping on the recliner while H2O watch Riot 475. Mom2O is in the kitchen making some soup dumplings for her son and husband.

Mom2O:
Who is that talking, honey? His voice sounds familiar.

H2O takes a minute and looks over to his helpless father resting in the recliner. He's very reluctant to answer her but does out of respect.

H2O:
(Sigh) It's no one important.

Mom2O stops stirring the pot and walks into the living room area to see who was talking about her son.

Mom2O:
It's this guy again! Harvey, that's it enough is enough. When is all this animosity towards you going to end?

Mom2O: First it was Pugh. You got cold feet the 2nd time around.

H2O: Ma

Mom2O: Then Heather left you for Dennis Black and THAT screwed your head all up….literally. I mean look what you did to your hair!

H2O: MA!

Mom2O: Now this guy, Cort Marshall. If your head wasn't screwed up with that girl you would've settled it before it ended.

H2O: ENOUGH!

Dad2O was startled out of his sleep. His shades fell off his face just slightly.

Dad2O:
What the hell is going on!?

Mom2O and H2O pauses a moment while looking at each other. H2O helps his dad reset his glasses.

H2O:
Nothing dad. Make sure you keep your shades on. You don't want headaches from these bright lights.

Dad2O: No thanks to you, Harvey. This is your gotdamn mess you couldn't clean up. All in vain if you'd ask me.

Mom2O: Alright guys, it's time to eat.

Dad2O is grumbling under his breath towards the dinner table. Mom2O looks at Harvey taking the last comment by his father to heart. He humbly takes his seat at the table.

Dad2O:
Why in the hell we have an extra plate at the tab-

As he was saying that you can see headlights pull up in the long driveway to the house.

Dad2O and H2O have a puzzled look on their face. As Mom2O gets up to open the door the car the car has made the way to the house.

You can hear the car alarm set and the special guest makes it's way to the house.

H2O:
Mom, please don't let that be Liger. I can't right now.

Mom2O ignores Harvey as she is smiling at the same time. The door opens and in comes…

Baker:
HELLO?! IT’S BAKING TIME!

Dad2O: Even worse.

The camera pans to the announce team.

Nope!

Hahahah

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