The camera fades in from black as the OCW RIOT intro fades into the background of the shot. A backstage area is being patrolled, various staff members preparing for a packed show.
Quartz is spotted walking. He is sporting a black jacket and black pants. He is coming from the parking area as the show opens. He face is one of determination as he stares directly forward.
As he approaches a locker room door, a small box sits outside the door. Quartz drops his bag to the floor and his eyes move quickly about his surroundings, seeming suspicious. No one bats an eye at him as he picks up the box and his bag after a few moments of inspection.
Quartz: Never a single moment of focus. Not a single moment.
Quartz, annoyed, murmurs under his breathe. He reads the label on the small box out loud.
Quartz,
Sometimes our allies don't
share the same battlefield.
Enjoy.
As he tears the label from the box and once again inspects it closely, he pulls it open with his hands, tearing the tape directly from the box.
Suddenly, it bursts open to surprise one half of CQC. Quartz leaps back and assumes a ready stance.... Colorful packing peanuts fall around him as he remains locked in on the box before slowly catching a baby blue colored foam peanut in his hand.
Quartz: Wha.. Who?
Quartz walks over through the peanuts, crackling on the ground to see the box filled with more colorful foam pieces. After briefly sorting through them, he discovers a plain white note. Seemingly handwritten.
After taking a few moments to read the note, he places it down on the table beside the box and pulls the remaining content out. A somewhat folded, black garment is removed as Quartz holds it up above his head to observe.
Quartz:Sometimes, our allies don't share the same battlefield
Quartz grins a bit as he repeats the words he read on the label moments ago.
Cohle: Quartzy! Did you see what these people said about me in their so called Savage Lands "review"???
Rust Cohle suddenly enters the room with a tablet in hand before stopping himself to see his teammate still holding the garment in the air.
Cohle: What are you holding? Why are there rainbow-colored little... foam things everywhere?...
Quartz says nothing... Instead just looking at his partner with his grin as the camera pans over to the note on the table to be read, before fading out.
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The camera pans to the announce team.
What in the world!
You used to call me on my cell phone!
Cort arrives on the scene of Riot, getting out of a taxi.
Driver: You got a tip?
Cort rummages around in his jacket pocket.
Cort: Uh, I got ten cents. And a tootsie roll.
Driver: Eh, fack you.
The cab tears off, leaving Cort outside the arena.
Cort: Not having a vehicle makes me feel so… un-american. Who knew cities were so large? And cold? And subways were so… urinated in.
Cort makes his way towards the arena through the public parking area, which is mostly empty as the show proper has already started.
There are still a few fans, who either didn’t get tickets or are looking for autographs, clustered by the main doors. One of them notices Cort.
Fan 1: Cort! Cort Marshall! Or can I call you by your Regular name?
Cort: What? That is my name.
Fan 1: Oh. My mistake. Can I have your autograph?
Cort: Sure, I guess. What do you want me to sign?
Fan 1: This limited-edition Funko Pop!
Cort: I think that’s Jason Statham.
Fan 1: Don’t get hoity-toity! You should be GLAD world-famous superfan Fanny the Mime is asking for your autograph when you lose every single match!
Cort shoots a glare at the overweight, sweaty-armpitted fan. He signs his initials and then draws a small facsimile of male genitalia and hands it back to the fan.
Cort: Don’t look an autograph in the mouth, chubbo.
He’s about to go in when he feels a tug on his jacket. It’s a little kid wearing a “Make OCW Great Again” hat.
Kid: C-can I have one too?
Cort: Are you an actual fan?
Kid: Yeah! Well I used to like Nate Ortiz but then he retired mostly and I like the red and the blue on your outfit and my dad says there’s not enough patriotism in wrestling anymore and…
Cort beams, having had some of his confidence restored by an actual fan who isn’t an ebay reseller, AKA the lowest creature on the totem pole save for people who think defending women on twitter will get them pity sex.
Cort: Sure, kid!
He scrawls his signature on the kid’s hat, without a penis this time, and heads into the arena to look for Jackson.
The camera pans to the announce team.
AMERRRICAAAAAN, DREEEEEAAAAM!
A true Patriot!
Voice: What are you talking about?! You mean he gambles?
A strong, booming voice echoes from behind an OCW RIOT backstage curtain.
Voice:Video games? So… he gambles on video…
Voice: What does Mountain Dew have to do with gambling?
Voice: Wait… Like Tetris? Pac man?... Are you kidding me?
Voice: Wha-- How does that help us market this event?!... Forget it! I’ll take care of this. Goodbye.
Agent D. Dillinger steps out from behind the curtain, closes his cell phone and straightens his lapels before flashing his single gold tooth in a wide, confident smile..
Dillinger: ...As I always do! Hahahaa!
Dillinger walks down the hall waving and nodding at those passing by until he suddenly throws his arms up wide in an excited manner
Dillinger: Tayy, baayyybayyy Tayy!
Tayy Breizee walks into camera shot, sporting an expensive looking hat, his dreadlocks reaching his shoulders. Various colors are painted on a few individual dreadlocks. He immediately shakes his head at Dillinger.
Dillinger: I know, I know. Look. Tonight… TONIGHT IS THE BIG NIGHT, MY MAN!
Dillinger pulls Tayy into his left arm and they stop in front of a small restroom door.
Dillinger: I just got off the horn, champ. I got you some information about your opponent.
Dillinger: Apparently he’s some kind of tech nerd… or little kid or something. I’m not sure what that is all about… But no worries! Hahahahaa! There isn’t a little kid alive that could take you down. Not in pac-man and not in this arena!
Tayy looks confused, before raising his hand to ask a qu…
Dillinger: Well! I know you wanted some information on his skizzillz, but I wasn’t really able to figure any of that out… Because he probably has none, am I right or am I right!? Haha - Dillinger’s boisterous laughter is interrupted by the restroom door swinging open and the two men being separated by OCW superstar Rust Cohle walking between them and staring them both down, before walking away.
Tayy shakes his head and opens his mouth to comment to Dillinger befo…
Dillinger: The kind of nerve someone has… Can you believe this joker, Tayy?
Dillinger: …and I think that’s that Sea-Queue-Sea guy too, I still don’t get that name. They must like water. Seems to be a weird theme around this place.
Dillinger: I don’t know what kinda idiot would team up with that guy anyways.
Tayy looks despondently, directly into the camera.
Dillinger’s eyes light up as he flashes a pair of finger guns at another OCW superstar as he approaches, he reaches his hand down and at the man.
Dillinger: What’s going on, sir? You certainly look like you got some real talent! The names’ Dillinger. Den…
The man cuts off Agent D before he can finish, revealing his bright orange attire. AC Cobra.
AC: Yeah, I know who you are.
AC lifts a hand to Dillinger, silencing him and turning his attention to Tayy Breizee.[
AC: Tayy, I’m a big fan your album got me through an entire let’s play State of Decay 2 which you can catch on Twitch at twitch.tv/DominiCobra.
Cobra looks right into the camera and quickly turns his attention back Tayy.
AC: Anyway, I’m such a big fan, your melodic sounds, the way you incorporate auto tune. AC begins to sing “It’s your boy Tayyyy, all the sexy ladies, move my wayyyyy” laughs Man I love that song, how about we get on a tra----
Dillinger: Look buddy. We’re very busy, we can sign autographs later. We have to find this “AC Cobra” kid guy. Do you know who that is?
AC quickly looks up and down and begins to spin around in circles
AC: Raggy? I’m AC, I’m AC Cobra.
Dillinger looks at Tayy confused and Tayy confirms by shaking his head and patting his baffled manager on the shoulder. He walks over to AC Cobra and shakes his hand, opening his mouth a....
Dillinger: Wait. You’re the gambling little kid or whatever? That can’t be right.
AC:face palms Yes, I am “little kid” or whatever it is that you’re searching for. I really would appreciate you putting some respect on my Goddamn name. I didn’t win esports gamer of the year in 2017 for this slander bro.
Dillinger pauses for a minute before laughing hysterically in the face of AC Cobra. Tayy backs away embarrassed and puts his head in his hand, shaking his head.
Dillinger: This. Is. Great! This is great news. Man, I don’t think we need that information anymore, do we? Hahah! We’ll see you out there, little guy!
Dillinger flashes a business card to AC Cobra
Dillinger: Here kid. You got some work to do on fashion, but I think we could work with this little esport hobby you have. Give me a call if one of your more talented friends needs representation.
Tayy smacks his manager over the head, silencing him as they walk away. He throws his arms up as to signal frustration with Dillinger.
Dillinger: What?! What did I do?
Tayy looks back and tips his head towards AC Cobra, showing a sign of respect as Dillinger continues to rant and rave down the hall.
The camera pans to the announce team.
BUT RESPEK ON HIS NAME!
EVO 2019 LOOK OUT!
RECORDED EARLIER!
The scene starts with the camera following Doc Young as he makes his way towards the arena in dress attire, with his gear safely packed in a suitcase he is wheeling behind him , with his *BRAND NEW* Doc Young, 'Uncrowned' T-Shirt slung over his shoulder (Available Now!) as he determinedly strides towards the arena before making a left away from the main entrance and towards the production trailer as he is surrounded by journalists from the press.
Male journalist: Hey Doc! Over here! It's been told that tonight you'll be appearing on the Clark effect, what are your thoughts; are you nervous?
Young: Nah man, I ain't nervous. It's always a pleasure being on her show. If anything, it's a really good opportunity to show off this brand new merch I got going on that you can get from the OCW Shop...
Young unfolds the T-shirt over his shoulder to reveal the print on the front.
Young: ... the material's real good, you know, not like the plastic polyester crap you're used to getting, 100% cotton bay-bay. Damn, you got me side-tracked, where was I? Oh yeah, I gotta be-
Female journalist: One more question, Doc, please!
Young: Alright, fine, one more, then I'm going.
Female journalist: How would you respond to rumours about the production team 'forgetting' to play your-
Young: Aight, listen, I REALLY have to be going now, thank you all, enjoy the show, Young King out, peace!
Doc Young throws a peace sign at the reporters before turning and pacing towards the production trailers by the side of the arena.
He stands for a moment, weighing up his options as to which unfortunate souls will be the recipient of the blame for his embarrassment in his debut Riot match.
He picks the trailer with the sign 'Audio and Production' to invade, with a nonchalant nod and shrug of the shoulders followed by a not-so-polite boot that does the trick in granting entry to the vexed man, and the production team throw their headphones down and jump up in reaction to the unexpected guest.
Production Guy 1: Hey!... Rookie!... What can we do for ya?...
Young: Hi, friend. I'd like to know which one of you useless Steve Rodgers pre-Captain America lookin-asses was responsible for messing up my audio track this gone-by Riot episode? And I'm Doc, thanks for asking, what's yours?
Production Guy 1: ......
Young: I'm asking you, Helen Keller.
Kevin: Kevin, I'm Kevin. I'm the head audio guy for Riot, but sometimes I do more important stuff like-
Young: That's great Kevin, here's a T-Shirt.
He throws a T-Shirt from his suitcase, now resting on the floor by the door of the trailer. It's an XL but Doc has no intention of pulling out another shirt to give to the all of 5'7 man.
Young: Put it on! And don't be so down, you're the first member of my production team! Well, technically second, because I'm the founder, owner, CEO, President, Senior Vice President, you know what? That doesn't matter, you got a free T-Shirt! You know that OCW doesn't give away profit that easily, right?
Production Guy 2: Hey, you can't just do that, we are trained professionals and-
Young: Look who's talking! You can be Bucky Barnes, you've already got the long hair for it. Welcome to the team! What's your name?
Bucky: ...I'm Steve-
Young: Alright Bucky! Moving on, hey Iron Man, you wanna join the team too? We got ourselves a nice little party going on right here, you'd hate to miss out.
Production Guy 3: I, I guess. My name's Joey-
Young: Like the famous dick wrestler? Perfect. Wow, it's great to have you on board. Who's ready to NOT cock up anyone's audio tonight, right?
Joey, Kevin and Bucky: ...right.
Young: Fantastic. I think this motley crew we've got going on here deserves a name. I'll call it: Doc Young's Production Party. Alright, gentlemen, no time to waste! Let's get this show on the road people, let's have a good, no, great, show tonight!
Doc begins redecorating the trailer with his own form of feng shui while his newly acquired 'Production Party' sit back down on their wooden stools and put their headphones back on to get on with the show.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Well then!
Go on YOUNG KING!
Tay Briezzee vs A.C. Cobra
The camera pans to the announce team.
RIGHT IN THE BREAD BASKET!
Don't Start!
The scene opens at the Bubba Con. Fans from all over the world have come to see their favorite superstars. And of course their favorite lion. We start with one of our first panels; Lil' Bubba and Sister Bubba.
Valkyrie has now joined the panel, along with Dragana. There many people in attendance and some of them are eager to ask some questions.
Fan #1: The wrestling world is still in shock after what happened at Savage Lands, but you never really mentioned the triple threat or comment on that. What are your thoughts on the current champion?
Valkyrie turns to Dragana who is sitting right next to her. Then, she glances at the OCW Women’s championship belt who is right on top of the conference table, in front of Dragana.
Valkyrie: There’s not a lot to say about that match. The right person won and the right person took the pin. That’s all I have to say.
Fan #1: Yeah but what about yourself? You never asked for a title match or said that becoming a champion is your goal.
Valkyrie: Because that’s not my main objective here in OCW. All I want is a champion that people can be proud of, that we can be proud of. And right now Dragana is the best possible option. Maybe Stixx will be a good champion in the future, it’s hard to tell right now. Definitely not Aerith or the others.
Valkyrie looks over at Dragana as she shrugs, raising both of her arms. She puts one hand on the championship and taps it a few times while smiling.
Valkyrie: Next question please.
Fan #2: Speaking of Aerith, some internet experts reviewing the shows have been calling you “a spoiled little child” on social media, addressing your attitude towards her. How do you comment on that?
Valkyrie: Aerith? You mean Discount Valkyrie? You mean the “Oh look at me I’m so cute and sensitive because that’s the flavour of the month in OCW, but for some reason my husband is SATAN HIMSELF” Valkyrie?
The crowd laughs.
Dragana: …
The champion grimaces a bit, scratching her head.
Valkyrie: Let’s face it: Aerith is a fraud. I pity her. She backstabbed me, left me behind because she had to “focus on her career” and “win the title for me”. Well, good job! Dragana piledrived you back where you belong: the archive section of the OCW website.
The crowd laughs again.
Dragana: …
Dragana looks annoyed as she takes a drink of water from her water bottle. She sighs.
Fan #3: You mentioned a Women’s Revolution after your match against ShowBlitz. What do you mean by that? And when exactly did it start?
Valkyrie: In my mind it all started back on Turmoil 200. From that point, people have started to take women’s wrestling more seriously and almost everyone contributed to this result.
Valkyrie: As long as we keep putting on good matches, I’m sure the crowd will understand that we can be just as entertaining as the guys. Well, obviously is hard to have good matches when Aerith is involved… but you get what I’m saying.
Dragana: !
Dragana tosses the water bottle away as she stares at Valkyrie. The annoyed champion shakes her head at her as she turns back to the crowd.
Valkyrie: What’s wrong with you, Dragana? Do you want to say something?
Dragana meekly nods.
Valkyrie offers Dragana a piece of paper and a pen. Dragana reluctantly takes the pen and paper and starts writing.
Valkyrie: Here. Write it down. In the meantime, I’ll keep answering the questions.
Dragana focuses intently on the paper, rotating the paper in several directions while still writing on the paper, lightly biting her tongue while doing so.
Fan #4: There have been some tensions brewing between you and Heather Angelo on Riot. Some say it has to do with your recent interactions with the former Light Heavyweight Champion, H2O. Care to comment on that?
Valkyrie laughs, taking some time to answer. In the meantime, she looks around, trying to see whether Heather was hiding in the crowd or not.
Valkyrie: I understand that drama generates cash and this is a business after all, but there is nothing to comment, really. In a locker room filled with liars and backstabbers, Harvey was one of the few willing to listen to me when I needed it. That's really all there is to it.
Fan #4: But from what we have been seeing…
Valkyrie: Next question.
Valkyrie: Actually. Dragana? Do you have something to say to me?
Valkyrie grabs the paper, reading what Dragana wrote on it. The paper has drawings of a tiny Valkyrie and Aerith with a broken heart between them. A comment next to the drawings reads, “Forgiveness?” Dragana looks at Valkyrie with concern.
Valkyrie takes the paper and shows it to the fans in attendance.
Valkyrie: Look at how cute Dragana is: she wants us to make peace.
The crowd goes “Owww” but just a few moments later Valkyrie starts ripping the paper to shreds, as the fans look at her in disbelief. Dragana looks on in sadness as the pieces of paper start to flutter as they descend to the ground.
Valkyrie: I’m sorry, Dragana, but this is not going to happen. Cuteness and innocence can only get you so far in this business before people will start exploit them to their advantage. That’s what Aerith did to me and I will never forgive her.
Valkyrie: We are a wrestling company, not a Primary School. We don’t solve problems with words, we do it the only way we know how to do it.
The crowd starts to quietly mutter to each other about what they’ve just witnessed. The champion raises her index finger, about to contribute to the conversation. However, she’s interrupted by Valkyrie’s continued rant.
Valkyrie: And Aerith, I know you are listening: I’ve exposed you already for being a parody of a friend. Today I have exposed you for being a parody of me. One day, I’m going to meet you one on one in that ring and I’m going to expose you for what you also are: a parody of a wrestler.
Valkyrie shoves her mic aside as she gets up and leaves the panel. Some members of the crowd clap for her while others are still discussing the current situation.
Dragana lowers her hand, sinking into her seat. She grabs the Women’s Championship and rests it over her shoulder as she prepares to leave as well.
Staff: No further questions at this time!
Dragana descends the stage and she is flanked by Johnny Law.
Johnny: It’s going to take a while for her to get over the whole thing, isn’t she?
She looks into Johnny’s eyes with an annoyed expression on her face.
Johnny: What? That thing I said about Aerith not really being her best friend? That’s was a heat of the moment thing! You think I really meant anything by that?
Dragana walks away with Johnny as he tries to explain himself.
