LIVE FROM MADISON SQUARE GARDEN

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Ladies and Gentleman its TIME FOR RIOT EPISODE 512
	It might be humid as hell outside! But the Garden is RED HOT WITH ACTION!

	Tonight 4 Women look to become the #1 Contender to face Dragana at Summercide!
	And in the Main Event history will be made as Biger Lunny competes against 3 other teams in the first ever Tag-Team Perfect Circle match! It's Riot and its now!

Brotherhood of Man by Motorhead sounds off thru the arena. The sound of the guitar reverberates the very soul of each and every being that fills Madison Square Garden as they get off their feet to see The Future OCW Heavyweight Champion.

The fans seem to have a change of heart a little bit as they cheer a more than they have been lately for H2O. 

His strut of confidence has guided him to the ring. He slides underneath the ropes and makes his way to the center of the ring. 

He stretches both his arms out wide and kneels down. He looks up and a bright white light shines on the mic that descends down from the rafters. 

After it stops he stands up and The Good Light STILL shines upon The Future OCW World Heavyweight Champion. 

The lights dim to only where the The Good Light is shining as he begins to speak. 

Harvey: Now I know some of you...maybe all of you are wondering just what in the hell is going on here. 

Harvey begins to speak but then some member of the audience shout, “You Da Champ”. 

Harvey: I know. That’s exactly why I’m out here. 

More fans cheer than what we heard when he came out here. 

Harvey: The guy you once knew as H2O was content on being one of the greatest OCW World Lightheavyweight Champions. 

Harvey: I’m here to tell you that he’s really not. 

Harvey: I brought myself here to pick up his pace; to raise his bar to speak because quite frankly once you’ve dominate a division so long it becomes a bore. 

Harvey: It’s like a King seeing the same Jester doing the same boring jokes over and over and over again. 

Harvey: It comes to a point where a King loses it and just wants to slaughter anything that’s in front of him just for sheer entertainment. 

Harvey looks down at his tights that bears the golden crown. He then continues.

Harvey: It’s like all of you having to bare witness watching Kassidy Hayes trying to entertain all of you week in and week out. It’s a gotdamn joke. 

Harvey: Whether it’s the past, the present or the future The Good Light fights every week like a fighting champion is supposed to do. 

Harvey: No one is here to listen to your widespread propaganda of Kasstianity. We are sick and tired of the filth and the trash that has plagued OCW. 

Harvey: It’s been going on for far too long! 

Harvey takes a second to catch his breath. He points a finger to his face.

Harvey: Look at me! I said look at me gotdammit! Bring that camera over here so Kassidy can hear me loud and clear. 

Harvey: The fun and games are over. No more running away for a countouts. No more trashing other peoples segments. 

Harvey: No more spreading your poison in this federation as long as The Good Light shines through ME! 

Harvey: Before your poison reaches someone who’s important in my life, I will enter The Perfect Circle Match with my partner Anthony Baker…..

The crowd cheers as Harvey doesn’t hesitate to move on. 

Harvey: Once Baker and I are done with Bunnies and Ligers there’s one prize I have my eyes on. 

Harvey raises his finger and gestures to the camera to zoom in closer. 

Harvey: That is The OCW World Heavyweight Title! I’m casting my ballot right here. Right now!

A mixed pop as some of the fans cheer “H-2-O”.

Harvey: The man you’ve known as H-2-O is gone. Gone forever. He thought he was showtime but that’s not what OCW was built for. 

Harvey: OCW was built on the very core of Hardcore Wrestlers. Last week at Riot 511 you’ve experienced two, yes I said TWO of those that I’d like to call Ring Sweepers. 

Harvey: One of them you already know; who has Main Evented week after week and night after night. 

Harvey Ocean stops talking and stands there while pointing both of his thumbs to himself. He has the ol’ smirk on his face that we remember from the other Harvey. 

Harvey: That’s right...swept Quartz out this ring and back to the ol’ dirty bedrock in which he came from. 

Harvey: The other did just as good if not better than The Good Light’s match. That Ring Sweeper is…..

Harvey: Valkyrie…..

Harvey shuffles his feet in place as he takes moment to absorb the pop from The OCW Universe. 

Harvey: Notice I didn’t mention your name Hayes. You’re no Ring Sweeper. Hell, you never even had a “Big Match” yet.

Harvey: Is that what they still call you in this timeline? Pfft…

Harvey looks away from the mic for a split second then comes back to it.

Harvey: The time for talk is over now! You want to carry that name “Big Match” and do it with authority then accept my challenge for The OCW World Heavyweight Title. 

Harvey: Cause at Summercide I’m gonna sweep this ring, your face, sweep the garbage off the marquee that carry’s your name out in the front of this arena!

Harvey: ...and sweep that “Big Match” nickname you got right out the history books!

Harvey snaps his fingers as the lights come on and his music hits. He rolls underneath the ropes and out of the ring. 

He walks along ringside clapping the hands of fans as you can hear Harvey repeatedly scream to them, “I’m changing history!”

He stops at the corner of the barricade to turn around and sit on it. The OCW Universe that are present in that area are in a frenzy and they pat him on his back and arms.

He points his thumbs at his vest that reads Past, Present and Future as the scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Holy hell right out the gate!
	H20 is playing no games! He has a hell of a task tonight if he makes if Biger Lunny makes it to the end! And will Kassidy

The scene opens with Doc Young and his production crew hanging out in the renovated audio and production truck as he makes final preparations for his upcoming match against Tayy Breizee.

Young: So, what are we saying then? Black? Bright blue? Or maybe silver and pink? Or wine and gold?

Kevin looks at Doc as if they had already had this debate a thousand times.

Kevin: I've said it before and I'll say it again, black and gold is what you want if you want to look all sparkly in your entrance. It's the future. That's my two cents for ya… you know, being that I'm the expert here.

Doc Young tilts his head and grins at Kevin.

Young: I knew I could count on you brother. Alright, it's about that time I best get going to gorilla. Hold it down while I'm not here, yeah?

They fist bump, like all good friends would.

Kevin: That's what friends are for, my man. 

Kevin: Right, you best be getting a move on, you're on in 20.

Kevin grabs Doc’s jacket and shows him to the door. However, as he opens it they both notice two frantic figures approaching them.

It would happen to be only be OCW’s newest musical prodigy, Tayy Breizee, flanking his out-of-touch - yet charming and frugal agent - D. Dillinger, Doc’s opponent for the night. 

Tayy seems to be hiding his face under his hat and sunglasses, shaking his head as Dillinger rants at him apologetically. 

Dillinger: Oh, c’mon! I’m sorry okay!

Dillinger: How was I supposed to know, Tayy?

Tayy stops walking and pulls his head up sarcastically and shrugs aggressively at Dillinger. The tall, boisterous agent stops and scratches his head in thought, frantically searching for an answer.

Dillinger: I mean… you know… We’re friends, I just thought with the music and the dancing and your friends…

The two men begin walking again towards Doc and his crew.

Dillinger: I mean people say it around me all the time! I thought I had a pass! I thought it just meant Good Friend! Like a brotha sort of thing. 

Tayy once again stops and opens his mouth to snap back at his very confused agent before he notices Doc Young looking over with an unrecognised associate behind him.

He decides to conserve himself and instead fold his arms disapprovingly.

Young: Hey, Kev, you seeing this? That's Tayy Breizee and his agent… what's his face? 

Kevin looks over to Young, seeming to wonder if he actually doesn’t know the name of his opponent’s manager.

Young: You know, the guy whose music I showed you when the match was announced. That man got some bangers!

Kevin: Dillinger?

Young shakes his head, annoyed at the question.

Young: No. Tayy Breizee, you muppet.

Kevin: His agent is Mr. Dillinger... You asked.

Young: I ain't ask for lip, Kev. I wonder what they're doing down this neck of the woods; you know I'd love Tayy running the booths in the future when we go worldwide.

Kevin: I don't think he's about that anymore. After all, he is now employed by OCW as an active competitor.

Young: What I say about 20 seconds ago, Kev? I'm gonna go and see what's up with him, ‘cause he's got a face like a slapped ass right now, gonna let him know he's my dude even though we'll be kicking each other in the face soon enough.

Doc steps down and makes his way towards the pair in an exuberant manner while Kevin reluctantly follows, clearly unwilling to step away from his post while the show is still on air.

Dillinger: I just don’t think…. 

Dillinger sees Doc Young approaching.

Dillinger: Hey! Maybe we’ll ask this staff guy if he thinks it’d be okay if I said…

Tayy shoves Dillinger in the left shoulder and does an obvious point at the approaching Young.

Dillinger: ...Ohhhh! That’s Doctor Young, is it? Weird. I expected a white lab coat. This guy hip’ hoppin’ over here looks like a way cooler cat!

Tayy again, looks embarrassed at his manager.

Dillinger: I know, I know. Hey! Doctor! How about you come meet your hero? Mr. Tayy Breizee! He doesn’t have a Ph.D like you, but he’s the biggest star you’ve ever seen!

Dillinger extends his fist towards Young as he approaches. Young stares with a beleaguered face at Dillinger’s request for a fist bump before Tayy lowers his arm before putting a palm to his face.

Young: Yeah dog, that's gonna be a no from me.

Dillinger crosses his arms and shakes his head as Doc turns his attention towards his opponent for tonight.

Young: Hey man, it’s good to see you ahead of our match tonight. I just wanted to let you know that I've got a lot of respect for your game, whether it be in the ring or the studio, and I'm looking forward to killing it with you tonight and putting on a show for the crowd.

The OCW crowd pops, excited for the meeting between the two OCW rookies.

Tayy nods his head and smiles… Dillinger interjects and wraps his arms around the two shorter men.

Dillinger: ...And we look forward to doing business with you, Doctor! I gotta say, I have a lot of respect for the medical profession. Do you have representation around here, by the way?

Young: I got all the representation I need around here: Me, myself and I baby. I've got my own thing going on here and I'm the President, Senior Vice President, CEO and COO.

Doc removes himself from Dillinger’s impromptu huddle as Kevin finally catches up with the group of three.

Young: I'm a businessman, not a sleazy middle-man like yourself, thanks for asking.

Dillinger stops for a moment and suddenly bursts into laughter before starting to walk straight away, continuing his obnoxious laughter.

Tayy looks back at his retreating agent, shakes his head, smirks at Doc Young and shakes Young’s hand before tapping him on the chest and walking back towards Dillinger, who is shouting in the staff parking lot, heading toward the arena. Doc and Kevin watch them as they walk away.

Young: Remind me, Kev. What are the two things don't we trust around here?

Kevin: Suits and ties, Doc. Suits and ties.

Young: That’s what I like to hear. Now get back up there before I notice that you're not doing your job.

Kevin and Doc fist bump as they walk away in opposite directions, with Kevin going back towards the Audio and Production truck while Young follows the footsteps of Dillinger and Tayy, focused and shadow kickboxing on his way to gorilla.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Something not to trust bout a Sharp Dressed Man!
	ALSO DILLINGER SHOULD KNOW BETTER YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER!!!

Ashley Moore’s theme is played. (The fans start to boo)
She comes out and directly addresses the crowd.

Ashley Moore: I want to apologize

 (The audience becomes quiet, still a few whistles)
She goes to the ring. Arrived there she turns to the audience.

Ashley Moore: Since I am here at OCW you boo at me. I don’t want to blame you for that.

Ashley Moore: It’s my fault. I was too arrogant, too nasty, I was a person no one would like. 

Ashley Moore: But I will change. Because OCW deserves better and because you are the best audience in the world.

Ashley Moore: No more trash talk to the other fighters. You are always better off if you are not alone and you don’t get friends with insults.

Ashley Moore: I hope you will have a wonderful evening and don’t miss my match with Flojo, Aerith and Cheryl.

Ashley Moore: It will be awesome. 

She leaves the stage with a little applause but still the majority is booing.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	A change of heart perhaps?
	Hmmm..HMMMMMM!

PREVIOUSLY RECORDED

The scene settles on Cort Marshall’s desert complex, his redneck supervillain base, his conglomerate of things that would piss off every HOA in the known universe(es). He’s standing with Shepherd in front of an object, covered by a tarp.

Shepherd: So this is your special project.

Cort: Yes! Well, it’s only the beginning. But what a beginning it is…

Shepherd: I can hardly wait.

Cort: Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages, I present to you, the Star Wars Episode IV of automobiles…

He pulls the tarp off with a flourish, to reveal an early 70’s Chevy El Camino. The paint is faded, a few trim pieces are misaligned, but it’s otherwise in solid shape for a car of its vintage.

Shep: Okay, a car-truck. A carruck. A cuck. Wait, no, that’s Flojo’s word. So how is this the “Episode IV” of automobiles?

Cort: Because it is a NEW HOPE! When I’m done with this baby, there ain’t no chance Jackson is gonna crush it. In fact, IT will be doing the crushing! Now, Igor… hand me that wrench.

Shepherd looks towards the toolbox and then back at Cort.

Shep: Call me Igor again and I’ll hit you with it. 

Cort: All right, all right… buzzkill.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh lord!
	It's A CUCK!

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