The scene opens with a video interview that was previously recorded before tonight's show.
The camera pans in as “The Pariah” of OCW Jett Draven walks onto a dim sparsely decorated interviewing set with a pair of shades on, texting silently on his cell phone as OCW Journalist, Jim Black stands to greet him and shake his hand to which Jett ignores without even looking up from his phone before taking a seat.
Jim: “First of all Jett, I want to thank you for agreeing to do this interview with me before the show tonight.”
Smirking down at his phone putting, Jett continued typing before putting his phone in his pocket as his smile slowly faded away with disdain as he looked up to Jim Black.
Jett: “Oh? Were you speaking?”
Jim: “Yes, uh, I was just telling you how much I appreciate you agreeing to make it here tonight.
Jim:
I understand our set here isn't as nice as the “Clarke Effect” but I've had the pleasure in covering you over your short time here in OCW and I believe we can get a great interview from you.
Jim:
Now, the reason I wanted to sit down with you this evening is because you've been quite the man to get a hold of.
Jim:
You've recently been said to speak your mind without truly saying too much of anything at all.
Jim:
Why is that? Is there something you're reluctantly holding out on?”
Jett: “Reluctant? No Jim, can I call you Jim?”
Jim: “Ye-”
Jett: “Doesn't matter what I call you, we're here for me, this isn't about you or nobody else, it's about me.
Jett:
As I was saying, there's nothing reluctant about me. I've keep things very simple.
Jett:
I say what I mean and I mean what I say.
Jett:
I do my job and have to earn opportunities just to be on TV while “some” cut corners to get just to remain on top as long as they had.”
Jett put emphasis on the word some while using air quotes.
Jim could tell what exactly Jett was alluding to attempt to sway the direction back solely on Jett.
Jim: “Please let's stay on topic, because you were right what you said earlier and that is that this interview is about you.
Jim:
Which leads me to my first topic of the evening I believe I speak for myself, my colleagues, and viewers alike is, why?
Jim:
Why this sudden change of heart?
Jim:
When you debuted last season you were a very enthusiastic, impressionable, and disciplined young man who treated everyone with respect.
Jim:
You now walk with this aura of what appears to be contempt, arrogance, and disdain both inside and outside of the ring. In my opinion it's almost as if you're a completely new person.”
Jett takes off his shades as he leered at Jim with a intense stare as he leaned forward.
Jett: “That's just it, I don't care about you or anybody else's opinion or whatever you got in your notes.
Jett:
When I got my start into pro wrestling two years ago, I came into it for two goals: One, to compete at the highest level at the top. Two, to create and give back the same moments that inspired me, that drove me, to want to do this.
Jett:
You know what my hard work and my dedication, was met with? “You have no personality”, “You have no charisma”, “You’ll never make it here”.
Jett:
Now couple that with holding me back, overlooking me, passing me over when I'm jeopardizing my career every time I climb up to the top rope so that these ungrateful fans can chant “Fly Jett Fly“.
Jett:
It makes me sick that you all have taken MY opportunities that I EARNED, that I DESERVED, and you handed it to those who cut corners and took shortcuts their way to success, while I was forced to sit on the sidelines watching what I rightfully earned pass me by
Jett: And I'm just supposed to smile and "Deal With It".
Jett:
They say to make it in OCW you need to have "Thick Skin" but why is it whenever they try to pierce me and I in turn strike back "Jett's a Problem" funny how that works huh Jim.
Jett: Why is it that I am told "You need more time in front of the microphone" "How can I justify booking you when you aren't on the microphone."
Jett: Yet continually and effortlessly book people who can't even string together a coherant sentence?
Jett:
Did you know Jim, it's been almost two years and I am still a Rookie?
Jett: While people I KNOW I can beat ON ANY DAY OF THE WEEK..have quickly climbed that ladder and reached for that skies.”
Jim Black clears his throat becoming visibly uncomfortable
Jim : “Please let's not mince words, OCW doesn't condone showing preferential treatment or creating shortcuts for anyone but let's move onto a lighter topic and discuss the future.
Jim:
What do you see in yours? Where do you see yourself going on from here?”
Jett :”Isn't it obvious? I'm not letting anyone or anything hold me back anymore.
Jett:
Nothing is going to hold me back and get into my way of becoming what I've known all along and that is the future of OCW!
Jett:
I haven't even begun hitting stride yet, and already I've proven that I'm one of the best in that ring whether it be Riot or Turmoil!
Jett:
Hell, I will go on record and say I am the best god damned wrestler on the planet!!! No one can do what I do in that ring, whether you hate me or love me you know its true!
Jett:
Now every time someone steps into MY ring with me I'm gonna make them earn it.”
Jim: “Earn what exactly?”
Jett: “My time!
Jett:
Every bead of sweat I have to shed and every minute of my time I have to waste on these so called “superstars” across both rosters!
Jett:
Since I debuted in OCW almost two years ago, too many have been getting too much of my time all because you guys needed to fill up air time!
Jett:
Time that's been taken away from me when it should've been spent accomplishing MY goals only to be spat on by you, OCW, and the all that stops tonight!”
Jim: “Spat in your face, Jett? Aren't you being a little dramatic?”
Jett: “Hell no! You, the fan's, OCW, Managment,The Lockeroom, hell even Mr.Sensation, you all spit in my face with the way you've treated me and you've been spitting in my face for the past year and half!”
Jett stared at Jim with a snarl of utter disgust, looking him up and down as he deeply sniffs and hawks his throat, before spitting in Jim Blacks face.
Jett: “Now I'm spitting in your face.”
Jett pulled off his microphone and tossed it over his shoulder as he stood up from his chair, putting his shades back on and walking off set as Jim black was left sitting there alone and confused with spit sliding down his face.
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a tool!
WHY? CUZ HE STANDING UP FOR HIMSELF? MMMHMMM
The Camera Pans To The Ramp!
The crowd barely pops as Quartz strolls down the stage, pointing and yelling incoherently about himself.
As the music fades, Quartz begins to stroll around the ring, seemingly waiting for chants or crowd reaction.
Realizing nothing is coming, Quartz quickly becomes distraught and scurries to the side of the ring, screaming something at the crowd nearest the barrier.
As he moves down the wall, a fan catches his eye and the two begin to spout at each other before those in the front row begin laughing uproariously at his antics.
After the embarrassing moment, Quartz, frustrated, runs over to the time keeper and snatches a microphone from the lead announcer, leading to boo's from the RIOT audience.
He re-enters the ring and pauses, the crowd now increasing their booing. After a few seconds, Quartz lifts the microphone and speaks.
Quartz: "Are you people SERIOUS!?"
Quartz: "Don't you realize who you're looking at? You mustn't. I can't blame you all, you know.
He puts the mic back down and paces around the ring, seemingly thinking.
Quartz: "...after all, all you have been exposed to is talentless bums on this roster."
The remark is met with a reaction from the crowd as the booing intensifies.
Quartz: "Yeah. You know it's true. We have guys like... like this walking glowstick coming out here... 'King of Kindness'? Yeah. It all makes sense now."
Quartz: "Fans across this world have to turn their TV on. Pay their hard earned money to watch what? What?!.... a... a BUNNY RABBIT!?...
Quartz:
To watch a puffed up muscle head follow around the champion like a confused puppy? How about this B20? Don't even get me started."
Quartz: "...Look, none of these clowns have anything to do with my main point. I am here, RIOT. I am here... To save OCW."
Quartz waits a moment before dropping the microphone dramatically and holding his hands up in triumph.
The crowd's reaction doesn't change and Quartz quickly looks around angrily before picking the microphone back up.
Quartz: "WHAT!? You want more, don't you?? You saw what I did to that pathetic bald Geraldo last week and you want more?!
Quartz:
I get it. I'm sorry for being upset with you all. It's not your fault this organization has turned you all into idiots. I'm shocked they had the money to pay all these bottom-feeders, anyways."
An arrogant grin comes across Quartz face as he removes his patented PRISTINE SUNGLASSES and drops them to the floor before looking directly at the camera.
Quartz: "Well, I have good news for you. Those suits upstairs haven't seen what I can do yet, either.
Quartz:
They don't know who I am. They don't know I'm here to bring OCW to new heights."
Quartz: "Later tonight, I'll give you yet another taste of what I'm capable of. Then, the next time I come out here... hopefully you bozos will give me a more appropriate reception.
Quartz:
This is not gonna' cut it bub."
Quartz: "Because i'm Ijitu Quartz, gah' dammit."
Quartz drops the microphone and continues to look into the camera before rolling out of the ring to his theme. Halfway up the ramp, he stops.
He looks left. Then he looks right. Before walking back to the ring, reaching in for his pristine sunglasses and continuing his departure.
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a Meatball!
YOU ARE SO RUDE!
Jett Draven vs Cozz
The camera pans to the announce team.
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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A light from the top of the stadium glistens the center of the ring, as a red glittered throne appears in the midst of the audience. A woman with beautiful tan skin is sitting on the throne as the crowd begins to boo and yell. Her crown on her head blinds the audience in awe, as she picks up the mic and begins to speak.
Rose: Its was fun, wasn't it Roxy...You see… I beat you, and it seems like you're nowhere to be seen..
Rose stands up from her throne and the light follows.
Rose: Oh wait..that's right….I dismantled you. You took 3 Black Roses and you lost. But less about that punk reject and more about me.
Her cheeks start to become rosy.
Rose: Im here tonight to find who's ready for a fight against a real woman. Not a bunny, not a punk reject, but a real woman.
Rose:
I didn't come here to be the pretty girl, which I obviously am, I came to OCW for a challenge.
Rose:
Thought it seems like I'm not being offered what I need. So until then, I will be in my dressing room, waiting until someone has the balls to fight me.
Rose: Always and forever, “tongue pop”
The screen turns black, and goes on to the next segment.
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a angry little trollop!
Aye man you better becareful you could catch a case!
