Ladies and Gentleman it is time for RIOT! Episode 524!!!
Are you excited? because I AM!!!
Smoke fills the room and “back that ass up” by Juve can be heard playing in background. Camera view is pointed at the door which looks to be a club entrance. Door opens with Tre Golden & AC walking in the door.
Golden: Cobra, those mountain dew reward points aren’t real currency. Luckily, I know the bouncer here or we would’ve been toast.
The camera zooms to a sign that says “ Sugar Ray Boom Boom Room” then zooms back on AC/Golden.
AC: Why are we here? You said we was going to do something fun.
Golden: We’re here to ummm loosen you up a bit.
Golden spanks a short Asian stripper on her ass, when she looks over her shoulder she smiles at Golden a waves.
Golden: Listen, think of this as a life cheat code. It’s a strip club, you got your beautiful ladies over there, you got drinks over there & food over there.
AC runs towards the food section. Tre, yanks him by the back of shirt like a wild dog.
Golden: Slow down handsome, only legs, thighs, & breast you need to be on is this ass in here. I got your body right, we’re going to work on your spirit now. Sit down relax, grab a cold one, Take a Single and stuff it in a G-String. Preferably with your teeth.
A tall blonde walks towards Golden/AC as they’re sitting down. AC, looks very uncomfortable and is sweating profusely as the stripper walks closer.
the Stripper hugs Golden
Stripper: Tre, I haven’t seen you forever since…..
She taps her chin in thought
Stripper: Since you gave me that one legged Russian Vaccum.
Golden: Golden Vaccum lovely, Always Golden. Anyway, this is my boy AC. AC, this is Lola, She was Kassidy’s favorite back in the day.
Golden points out two fang marks on her calf, while Lola leans in closer to speak to Cobra.
Lola: You look so up tight. What’s the matter? *begins to touch AC* You’re all nice and chubby. Bet you’re a great cuddle buddy. I’ll loosen you up a bit.
Lola begins to dance on AC. Golden grabs the Asian stripper from earlier hand and sits her in his lap. AC continues to sweat more and more and his shirt is drenched in sweat now. AC, is holding his breath & moving around as the stripper continues to dance on him.
AC: Oh my God, please get up…. Please!
Golden: Relax bro, you usually have to pay for this, think of it as those freebies you get at the start of the game.
The music grows louder & Lola continues to grind on AC. She rips his shirt off & everyone in the crowd gasp & is disgusted.
AC: ahhh… ahhh. AHHHHHHHHHHH
AC lets out a battlecry & is out of breath. The loud music stops playing and everyone looks at Golden/Lola/Cobra direction. Lola, gets up turns around & see’s a wet stain on Cobra.
AC: Game Over? *shrugs*
Golden: Tell me you didn’t homie.
Tre face palms. He gently removes the lady from his lap and hands her a twenty. Golden pulls AC up by his wrist to stand him up. Shirtless Cobra holds his two hands over his pants as he quickly makes it towards the exit. Someone in the back can be heard saying “get that bitch bitch out the club” as Cobra/Golden begins to exit.
They make it outside and Cobra puts his hand on Golden’s shoulder.
Golden: Go home and clean up, homie, should’ve known you were ready to handle that, I have to head back for my match with Everrett, see you later.
Golden gives AC a nipple twister and wags down a taxi to stop. AC hops in the taxi and Tre walks to the Riot Arena for his match off screen the camera zooms in on AC as he grinning while the taxi pulls off.
Scene Fades.
The camera pans to the usual TTT locker room.
Rust Cohle and “Cowboy Quartz” are still in street gear. Quartz usual black slacks are replaced with blue jeans and cowboy boots. He quietly places his bag on the ground and looks up to the 10-gallon hat hanging in his locker. The French half of the OCW Tag Team champions angrily walks back and forth.
Rust: How can they do that? Who are they? You mean to tell me that QUARTZ, one of the most successful, charismatic guy on the WHOLE roster, is now reduced to play the Cowboy, just cause the old fart that we have for World Champ decided to?
Quartz: ...
Rust: I won’t let this happen. Plus Spider getting ambushed by P3.. What is going on around here?
Quartz, sensing something unnerving, turns his head and his eyes are wide seeing a camera in the doorway.
Quartz: Shoot, French man. Take a gander over there.
Rust stops pacing and sees the camera. Quartz head once again dips in depression, losing the fire and continues to get ready for the show.
Rust: You see ? No. This cannot happen to CQC. I will not have my titles disrespected by a washed up pile of crap.
Cameraman: Mr. Cohle, I don’t think you should --
Rust: Excuse me? Sortez, idiot! We will not be silenced! We are not punching bags like the Inception!
Quartz shakes his head and responds in a very low, very half-assed southern accent.
Quartz: … You bein’ mighty aggressive over there, Frenchman. You aughtta hold yer’ horses. You ain’t want those outlaws from command huntin’ you like a buck.
Rust Cohle’s anger boils over and he lashes out on his tag team partner, slapping the bag out of his hand and grabbing him by his shirt.
Rust: and YOU! To lay down like some kind of fiable nobody! You have acted strangely before but this sad mopey crap is ending now!
Quartz pushes Rust off of him and his lip quivers in anger at the call-out from his tag team partner. He once again peers over to the camera and ducks his head down slightly.
Rust: Good guy Rusty have been stepped on since the day I walked into this company, but do you see me over here crying like it’s the first time I’ve fallen off of my bike? No!
Rust: You think I did not see that Twitter video of Uncrowned insulting you backstage? Of course I did. All of OCW saw it. The Quartz I know… knows that we are BETTER than all other tag teams, but only one of us seems to want to show it right now.
Rust Cohle responds by slapping the moon and the stars off of the face of Ijitu Quartz. The sound of the slap can be heard echoing through the halls. The OCW universe lets out an emphatic “ooooh”.
Rust: Saving your job is one thing to follow these orders. Pfft. But I never thought I would see the day where the big and bad Quartz was walking around these back hallways crying for his mommy.
Rust: If you’re going to be Cowboy Quartz, then you need to be Cowboy QUARTZ. Not Cowboy dandy. And for certain not this overgrown, crybaby, sissy boy I’ve had to deal with for the last week.
Rust looks Quartz up and down with disgust before picking up his tag team championship and perching it over Quartz shoulder.
Rust: Now then. I am going to go kick the ass of this Pep… You are going to kick the ass of another old washed up man from Inception… and we are going to handle our business tonight, because we are…
Cohle slaps Quartz title very firmly 3 times, knocking Quartz back a bit, on cue with the letters he’s shouting.
Rust: C...Q...C…!
He grabs his own title belt and storms out after his impassioned speech towards his despondent friend and raises a hand to the cameraman, threatening him. The camera, assumingly on Paul Pugh’s orders, keeps it’s focus on Ijitu Quartz as he grabs his 10-gallon hat and places it on his head menacingly.
Mistico is seen looking at both Turmoil Tag Championships seemingly lost in thought before he snaps out of it.
Mistico: I’ve been quiet since I’ve won because I haven’t been able to find the words to express how I feel. Damian has been suspended and I’m the only Turmoil Tag Champ... I’ve been with this company for a year now and to be a 2 time champion and be the second person to hold both of these belts I feel as though I’ve completed something. Damian was temerario and got himself suspended. If I’m giving my all for someone and I’m getting nothing back, what’s the point? He had
He’d pause for a second to pull out his phone and read the report.
Mistico: “Unbecoming conduct”... if he cared he would handle himself better so that he could be here to help me. Cuando era niña, era una fanática de Caifanes, recibí una de sus camisas y en ella había un pequeño pasaje. (As a child I was a fan of Caifanes, I got one of their shirts and on it was a small passage.) This passage strengthened me mentally to take on the tough challenges that make life as hard as it is.
Mistico would take out a folded t-shirt from his bag and flip it over to show the passage on the back of the shirt. It read
“Antes de que nos olviden
Haremos historia
No andaremos de rodillas
El alma no tribe la culpa
Antes fr que nod olviden
Rasgaremod paredes
Y buscaremos restos
No importa si fue nuestra vida”
Mistico would read along with the shirt in English to translate it for the non Spanish viewers.
Mistico: Before they forget us
We will make history
We will not walk on our knees
The soul does not trive the blame
Before they forget us
We will tear walls
And we will look for remains
It does not matter if it was our life.
Mistico: Before I was even in high school I prepared myself for things such as this, I was taught that I’m the only one that will always have my best interests in mind and I slipped up.
Mistico: I forgot that in my time trying to help Damian that if he acts the way he does to everyone else, what is stopping him from doing the same thing to me?
The masked man asked the question and as the camera faded to black, he gave them the time to think about it. He wanted the people to know that he also goes through problems and that in order to succeed you have to persevere.
A.C. COBRA vs HIJO DE MISTICO
The camera pans to the announce team.
Charles Scaggs: Here we see the latest picture of Ashley Moore’s Instagram channel on the X-Tron.
‘Big’ Al Poling: She was attacked by Valkyrie last night.
*Previously recorded*
Manhattan. 5PM.
Aisu is in his hotel room, cleaning his gears and counting his masks.
Aisu: So... Green, White, Violet, the Carnaval one.. Oh look at this one, been a long time. Might wear you if one day I get booked again.. In the meanwhile, I'll put you.. Over there.
Aisu places his old mask on the door's hook. He then sits on his bed, head down, before deciding to grab the remote. The replay of Riot 523 pops up.
Aisu:*Sigh*.. Well, I guess I'll keep biting my time..
Suddenly, someone knocks on the door.
???: Ais ?! Are you here ? I swear it was this number.. Or is it Spider's one ? Damn, where is that room?..
Aisu recognizes the voice and decides to open.
Rust Cohle: Hey, there you go ! T'en a mis du temps !
Aisu is visibly not in the best of mood.
Aisu: Hey Rusty.. What are you doing here ?
Rusty step inside the room and closes the door behind him.
Rust: Come on, don't make that face! Sit down, I have something special to tell you!
Cohle turns to the TV screen to see pop up the "COWBOY QUARTZ" segment. He gnashes.
Rust: Argh damn LAME. You'll not get away with that, trust my word.. Anyway, back to why I came here.
I saw you been down lately, like very down, and it saddens me. So I decided to get you back to your feet!
Aisu doesn't look impressed and not particularly excited.
Rust: I have been requesting something to Mr.Sensation for a couple of days, and after brushing me off, he finally accepted.
Rust: It is not a match unfortunately, but that is something way cooler! All you have to do is to come to Turmoil this week! Everything will make sense, I promise.
Aisu looks confused..
Aisu: But I am not on the Turmoil roster..
Rust: Nah nah nah, now you are. So get your positivity out of the bag. Sunny days ahead.
The scenes fades away.
The backstage area buzzes and surges as production manages the three ring circus that is a live wrestling show. Every member of the staff assigned a specific task, a specific role, which is integral to some level of the operation.
This creates a sort of social plate spinning magic trick, every person doing something to keep that plate from crashing to the ground, preventing that domino effect of each task melting down until the entire show screeches to a halt.
Because of this large scale balancing act, some moments have a way of slipping through the cracks of attention. Contractors sneak out notes from production meetings, leaking them onto the internet where fans gush over a brief window of insider access.
Other items find their way onto websites like eBay, memorabilia bid on so someone can own a special piece of OCW’s history, if only for a fleeting moment of that history.
Through the crowd, a man moves effortlessly, pushing an empty cart in front of him as he whistles the main riff of Sleep Now in the Fire. Fastened around that man’s waist is the OCW Pride Championship, revealing the man to be the One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio.
He turns the cart towards a door, the word “MERCH” printed onto a laminated placard which is velcro’d to the door. He steps ahead of the cart, opening the door and pulling the cart inside.
The door shuts automatically behind him, a result of the automatic pressure fixture attached to the door. After a moment, the door springs open again, the cart emerging first, trailed by Bobby Minio, still whistling his original entrance theme.
The cart is now stacked with boxes, some opened, overflowing with t-shirts and other items that the camera can’t focus on long enough to identify.
As Minio pushes the cart back into the crowd in the hall, two more OCW staffers approach the door, stopping briefly to glance at Minio as he disappears into the sea of workplace humanity, a puzzled look one one of their faces.
The confused staffer gestures towards Minio, and in reply, the other staffer returns a shrug, an oblivious look on his face. The scene fades back to the ring-side area.
