*The crowd is electric as a new season of OCW Riot begins with an appearance from “The Menace of Nesquehoning” Dimsmore. Not much has been seen from Dims recently.
He's been MIA since Lution aside from a few matches here and there and since the breakup of the PURGE. But he seems to be in great shape and looking for a fight. *
*The house lights remain down as Dims paces around the ring after his entrance music fades out. He quickly slides under the bottom rope, retrieves a chair and a mic from the ring announcers area and slides back in.
Dimsmore sets the chair up in the middle of the ring. He sits down and rests his arms on his knees with his head down. The flowing dreadlocks of Dimsmore hang down and you can’t see his face.*
Dimsmore: December 12th, 2010…. I signed my contract for Online Championship Wrestling.
Dimsmore: January 16th, 2011…. I made my first appearance inside an OCW ring against Royce Bentley.
Dimsmore: And I've done almost everything that there is to be done in one's career. I've done Seriously Fire, I've abided by LOTUS Law.
Dimsmore: I've teamed with my Best Anger Friend. I've linked up with my Ambition Brothers to form OMG.
Dimsmore: I've decimated opponents like Carlos Cruz. And I've taken my beatings from the likes of Parker Stevens.
*Dimsmore slowly raises his head and is looking straight at the hard camera.*
Dimsmore: But I’m here to tell you that 2017-2018… year 13 of OCW is the year that I take the one thing that has alluded me my career. The OCW title.
Dimsmore: And my path to that title starts with whatever sorry sap is going to walk down that aisle in the main event tonight. So……
*As the music dies down and the lights come up to a just a dim, a man sits on the stage just at the top of the ramp. Just as Dimsmore has done, this man sits with his head down, stringy brown hair nearly touches the man’s lap.
A torn and tattered shirt is sprawled across his chest. His dingy pants are covered in patches and a flannel hangs around his waist.*
Man: We seem to have walked similar paths my old friend. I too have faced my fair share of legends and rookies alike. I’ve beaten men such as Jacob Trance and Aries. I’ve punished smaller men than I such as Jimmy Henry and Anthony Baker.
Man: While I have claimed the minor prizes you’ve just mentioned, I’ve done something in my short time here that you’ve never done and that is hold the MAJOR championship; the Turmoil Heavyweight Championship. That title is currently held by the cancer of OCW, which I plan on eradicating as soon as given the chance. That’s for another time.
Man: Tonight Dimsmore, we start the new season off with a bang!
*The man climbs to his feet and with his head still down, he shambles to the ring like the risen dead.
Man: Tonight Dimsmore, you face something BRAND NEW, but also, so familiar.
*The man gets to the bottom of the ramp causing Dimsmore to abandon the chair stand ready for a fight. The man slowly raises his head up and to the side revealing a scar across his right eye. Dimsmore takes a step forward, squinting his eyes for a better look.
Man: Tonight Dimsmore, you come face to face with your horror story!
*All the lights go out now and a lone spotlight illuminates the dirty and disheveled man at the bottom of the ramp.
Man: Your AMERICAN horror story!
*The man jerks his head up revealing a very disturbed Jackson Montgomery. He begins to laugh under his breath at first but then it gets louder and harder before the spotlight goes out. As the lights come back up, Jackson is nowhere to be seen; Dimsmore stands alone in the ring, searching.*
Dimsmore: What??..... Wha….. What you fail to realize is that I’m the original horror story of OCW. And I’ll prove that to you TONIGHT!!
*Dimsmore tosses the mic out of the ring and storms up the ramp as we pan back to Scaggs and Poling.*
The camera pans to the announce team.
Looks like we got a match!
OHH MAN!!
Charles Scaggs: We take you to the back, where Stacy Clark is set for an interview with Stigmata.
'Big' Al Poling": This should be great!
The shot opens on a locker room door. There's a piece of paper tacked up with the name "Stigmata" hastily scribbled in red. There are a few droplets of what appears to be blood, spattered around the name. The camera pans to show Stacy Clark with a microphone standing outside the door.
Stacy: I'm standing outside the locker room of one of OCW's most intriguing recent signees, Stigmata. Hoping to get my first interview with the mysterious newcomer before his Riot debut, where he will face off against Natoli Joe.
She appears to pause for a moment, looking a little nervous, before mustering the nerve to knock on the door. Just before her fist hits the wood, the door opens and Stigmata appears, in his full entrance regalia. He glares down at Stacy, and grins.
Stigmata (mockingly): Miss Clark! A pleasure! What brings you to my door this fine evening?
Stacy (a little unnerved): Uhh...Thanks... It's um, nice to see you too... I was just hoping to get a few words before your match tonight with Natoli Joe.
Stigmata: You were hoping? Hope... Now there's an interesting word. I think it's time for everyone to abandon it.
Stigmata's grin turns into a smile, then he begins to chuckle, a very creepy laugh. Then just as suddenly he stops. And glares again at Stacy.
Stacy (visibly shaken): Err...Ok... Now your opponent tonight will be Natoli Joe...
Stigmata: Have you not been paying attention? It makes no difference whom my opponent is. Don't you see? All that matters is the platform. OCW is the means to get the message to the masses. Through spectacle and through suffering, both my opponent's and mine, The Voice will be heard. The message is what matters.
Stacy: And what is the message?
Stigmata: You will know it when you hear it. You all will.
He begins to laugh his evil laugh again, before suddenly stopping, turning, and heading down the hallway. Stacy turns to the camera looking bewildered. Scene switches back to commentator's table.
Charles Scaggs: I don't get him. At all.
'Big" Al Poling: Yeah. Me neither...He's great!
The camera pans to the announce team.
A voice?
Not that voice!
STIGMATA VS NATOLI JOE
The camera pans to the announce team.
I can't belive it!
Hook line and sinker!
* previously recorded *
Troy Smith is seen standing curbside, leaning against the passenger door of a black suv checking his watch as pedestrians walk by.
He glances up and steps onto the sidewalk.
Troy: Welcome back to freedom! They didn't have your clothes? Stand still, let me take a picture.. Troy pulls out his cell phone.
Troy: I guess we’re going to have to work with it. Hop in, we have to get you to the arena.
The two get in the vehicle and pull off…
* camera cuts to them enroute to the arena *
Troy sighs and turns to Samsin.
Troy: Now Mr. Simsin, you having and early release to make this appearance means that you'll be agreeing to a few things. Also meaning you not making your own decisions about some things for a while and certainly not getting yourself locked back up or you'll be pissing off some very powerful people. and Those powerful people, also want you to lay down tonight in your match against Baker.
SIN scoffs and shifts in his seat in surprise, glaring at Troy.
SIN: What's the point?
Troy: The point isn't important to you. Just go in there and don't make it look obvious.
SIN: ..and if I don't?
Troy: Well I don't know all the details, I'm just a middleman. I do know however, you'll meet some new friends that won't exactly make your life any better. You wouldn't even be safe if you went back on the inside. This is all they want from you right now, so until I hear otherwise, after this match you'd be free to go.. until I'm told to get in contact with you again.
SIN starts breathing heavily, blankly staring at the dashboard in front of him.
* The SUV pulls into the parking garage *
Troy: Now I'll be here waiting in the back after--
Before he could finish his sentence, SIN slams the passenger door and walks toward the building with haste.
