OCWFED.com Presents Riot

   

The scene opens with Antonio Everrett sat in the medical room. He is alone with the doctor, who is wrapping his hand after being stamped on last Turmoil. He appears annoyed with himself.

Antonio: I can’t let this keep on happening, doc. First it was Coolidge, and now it’s B. I can’t let people think I’m an easy target to get at Doc you know?

Antonio: I’m sick of it. I’m not a weak link, why does everybody think I’m a weak link?

Doctor: Yeah sure absolutely… just hold still for me one second.

Antonio lets out a small painful grunt as the doctor fastens a brace to his left hand. He lifts it up and observes it for a moment.

Antonio: How long have I got to wear this for?

Doctor: Shouldn’t be too long, you just have to wear it for in-ring competition and any training you wish to do at any point.

Doctor: Just be grateful B didn’t do any more damage than he could have, or you’d be out for a long long time. But, for now you’re free to go.

Antonio: Alright, cheers I can go get ready for this main event now.

Antonio quickly gets to his feet and makes his way out the medical room, breathing a sigh of relief as he exits. However, outside the door, a hooded AC Cobra stands ominously, his hood covering his eyes.

AC: Nice brace, got a bit complacent did we?

Antonio: Look AC, I’m really not in the mood for the fun and games right now, so please would you mind just leaving me alone for one week?

AC: Tried telling you, that ego gonna hold you back. All that brass and masculinity now look what you’ve done. 

AC Cobra points at Antonio’s brace on his left hand.

Antonio: Yeah, why don’t you show me how it’s done then? Oh wait, never mind, you lost to another god damn rookie, just like you have been doing all year.

Antonio: I’ve made more of an impact in half a year in this company than you have in the past six, so maybe you should start focussing on yourself, and get off my coat-tails for one minute.

AC: I don’t see any opportunity better then at Lution. Sure you’ve won a few matches, got a cool belt congrats kid. It’s all eating at you and going into that thick skull. 

Antonio gets into AC’s face, Cobra looks away, intentionally not looking at the Light Heavyweight Champion.

Antonio: Is that supposed to be some sort of challenge? Do you have any idea who I’ve stepped in the ring with in the past three months?

Antonio: Paul Pugh, Tiberius Octavian Dupree, Drago Cesar, KD, Dupree again. You couldn’t even shine my non-existent shoes mate, never mind theirs.

AC Cobra retaliates with a quick shove to Everrett, who is taken aback by the heart of the veteran. He shouts back at the rookie. 

AC: I been here for 6 damn years. I seen them all come & go including myself. You’re not better than anyone.

AC: Those guys that you named, all fought all have heart all gave out shots.

AC: Didn’t Drago give you the shot? Give me the same opportunity he gave you. I won’t miss.

handful of officials are now gathering to split the two, to make sure nothing gets out of hand.

Antonio: Alright then, gamer, show me what you’ve got. You have no idea what you just got yourself into, at Wrestlelution I fully intend of keeping this title, and I will happily do it at your expense.

The crowd seems to allow AC Cobra to push through to get into Antonio’s face. They begin to cheer and get behind Cobra, who shows absolutely no fear towards the champion, a burning passion evident in his eyes.

AC: *claps hands* Bravo, see that confidence is pouring out again. Can’t go one second without saying how good you are. 

AC: You ever been knocked down?

AC: My back has touched that mat more this year then I have ever can remember.

AC: Guess what? I keep getting back up, fans keep cheering for me, I keep coming here to do work.

AC: I seen your kind, no different than the rest.

Antonio: Yeah we’ll see about that, Cobra. Enjoy your time in relevancy while it lasts, because after Wrestlelution, you’re going to end up crawling back to catering where you came from.

Antonio pushes out from the crowd, frustrated as he makes his way towards the locker room. AC stays amongst them for a bit, nodding his head, looking fired up from the altercation, as the camera fades out.

The camera pans to the announce team.

It's official!

I can't belive I'm saying this..LETS GO COBRA!!!!

We pan back into the past, the Asian is standing triumphant in the middle of the ring.

Heaps of bodies are strewn all around the ring. Many are hobbling out of the gym defeated.


Asian: I am a shining wizard, I am a sleeper sorcerer. I’ve proven to you all we don’t need a tag team.

El Fuego and Blondie: YOU HAVE BEEN BESTED BY THE MASTER, BOW BEFORE YOUR ETERNAL CRUISERWEIGHT GOD.

Samoan: Someone’s knocking, someone’s at the door, let them in right now, he could be the one!

The door opens and we see a much younger Ryu Matsumoto sheepishly enter with a duffel bag.

RYU: Hello, I’m sorry, my name is Spider.

RYU: I am just a boy here from Japan. I’m so sad, I got lost on my way here and missed my audition appointment...

There is a short pause

RYU: But I think you should give me a chance anyhow.

RYU: Because I have this feeling, that this is where I’m meant to be…

RYU: Please give me this chance.

The Asian looks down at Spider from his ring, with feigned pity

Asian: Alright, you seem so nice, its a shame I have to take you down this way.

The camera pans to the announce team.

I don't know whats going on!

ME EITHER! Wait is that flashback lines on me, oh god HELP SCAGGS!

Ringside
The Camera Pans To The X-Tron

 

Backstage

An inquisitive Stacy Clark had been hunting for B17 for the past hour. She had checked the staging and the catering, she had checked his private locker room as well but when she heard a shout from The Man Called Joopiter (AZZ, WHYY AZZZ OUT?) She knew where to look next. 

Without knocking she barged into the male general locker room. 

Joopiter was shielding his eyes as he made a quick escape from the room. 

She found B17, left leg up, blow drying his nether regions.

Clark: Um...Bingo? Could I ask you some questions?

B17 shrugs his shoulders and switches legs. 

Clark: Um, right. So, a lot of people are curious to know about your actions against Doc Pennis. GREEN! I MEAN, GREEN!

B17 places the blow dryer down on the counter and turns his ass cheeks to it. 

B17: Doc Green’s fans betrayed me.

B17: I entered the ring with him as an equal!

B17: And they booed me!

B17: People are saying I turned my back on the fans.

B17: No! I turned my back on Doc Green’s fans. It’s obvious they don’t respect my beauty. It’s obvious that they are misguided. I need to save them! 

Clark: Save them from what?

B17: From cheering for the wrong person! It’s not their fault! They followed the wrong man, they’ve become misguided because of Green and his arrogance, thinking that he is better than me!

B17: Because he’s not! I’m the God Damn Show! Me and my B Community are the future! 

Clark: But...Doc Green is one of the greatest rookies to set foot in OCW?

B17: HOW MANY ROOKIES HAVE COME IN, ALL HYPE? HOW MANY HAVE FAILED? HUH? 

Clark: Ok...please stop jumping around! 

B17 calms himself. 

B17: Rookie, after rookie, after rookie fails to make an impact. They come in and take the hype, take the love of the fans and then they leave.

B17: CJ O'Donnell, Ricky The Dragon, Tyler Steel...between that and the veterans who leave because they can’t cut it anymore...Jackson Montgomery, Aries...they all failed to carry the responsibility of OCW!

B17: The fans deserve better! I am BETTER!

The camera pans to the announce team.

What a BLOW-HARD!

He is right you know!

 

It's a Match!
EL PARCA vs CORT MARSHALL

The camera pans to the announce team.

WHAT A COUNTER!

Talk about crisp!

Backstage

*Previously Recorded*

The camera enters the “OCW Performance Center” the day before Riot. 

Several promising rookies can be seen training in the various rings while some other staff members watch on. Lution season is upon us… 

OCW is buzzing and everyone is getting in the best shape possible. The camera continues to look around and stops as a familiar back can be seen looking at a training session.

Rust:
 Nah, Ais! Don’t pick your opponent up too much! You’re being too predictable... Various offense is the key to a good match!

While Rust Cohle is shouting instructions to his long time friend Aisu, Quartz comes up for behind and stand by his Tag Partner with his arms crossed, his typical muted face present as always.

Rust:
 I can’t believe that a year ago, we were the ones hitting those ropes, just weeks away from our match with Tyson. Now we are the ones showing the example. That’s crazy, isn’t it Quartzy?

Quartz winces at the memory of Ijitu Quartz ambushing Tyson Wagner, but smiles at the thought of how far CQC has come.

Quartz:
 A full year has passed since we were granted the honor of a match in Orlando at Wrestlution. 

Quartz looks down at his toned, more defined figure… Compared to the relatively-flabby body he donned last year.

Quartz:
 It seems we truly do change with the times, Rustin.

Rust: Ahah you damn right. We first allied last year, at the same time.. Can’t say I am proud of the way we did it, though…

Rust: ...but I sincerely think that it was the best decision I have ever made. Can’t thank you enough for that, my friend.

Inness Quartz exhibits some uncharacteristic light-heartedness and taps Rust on the shoulder, grinning.

Quartz:
 Are you still going to kick me to the curb once we’ve made our mark?

Rust Cohle shakes his head and laughs and Quartz little joke, looking over at the OCW Tag Team titles draped over a nearby chair. 

Rust:
 It feels like many years ago, my friend.

Quartz: I’ve put you through a lot, that much is certain.

Rust looks back at his friend and relieves his concern.

Rust:
 Nonsense, Quartzy. If anything, we’ve dealt it as much as we’ve taken it. This whole time I was focused on keeping pace with… you. Whether people agree with Ijitu's methods or not, that drive to be the best has always helped me more than it hurt me.

Quartz: I doubt the same can be said of the pain we’ve unduly inflicted onto others.

Rust winces again but shakes it off and laughs to himself, turning his head back to watch Aisu in the ring with his training partner.

Rust:
 It’s all in the past. We’ve still got some work to do in order to prove ourselves as the right champions. As the fair champions. As the best champions.

Rust: We need to stay focused, Scumisitco will do whatever it takes to win… but we know all too well what to expect from their type. 

Quartz: That is true. Our past has only prepared us more thoroughly for our future.

Rust nods in agreement.

Rust:
 Yes, we know they will try everything against us. But at the end, only one team will be standing. And that my friend, will be the first ever Undisputed Tag Team Champions… The true world tag team champions.

Rust: The Cohle Quartz Coalition.

Quartz: C.Q.C.

The two men nod and laugh together as they watch on, Quartz suddenly panicking and leaping on the apron. The camera pans to see Aisu lifting his partner up for a powerbomb, a Quartz staple…

Quartz:
 Aisu! Ne soulevez pas le poids avec votre dos! Use your legs. 

Aisu sets down the young man, who shakes his head and brushes himself off, trying to catch his breath and keep up with the OCW superstars.

Quartz:
 Like this…

The young man’s eyes shoot open in fear as Quartz walks towards him and pulls him down in the powerbomb position. As Quartz lifts him up, the camera cuts back to Rust Cohle.

Cohle cringes at the sound of a huge powerbomb in the ring, which echoes throughout the performance center as the young training partner screams out in pain.

Quartz:
 Whoops.

Cohle looks into the camera sarcastically deliberately…

Rust:
 Nous serons de retour.

The camera pans to the announce team.

A.B.T

Always, Be, Training!

Ringside

Camera Pans To The Ramp

We fade in to the P3 Soundstage 9000. “Fred Durst” starts singing his rendition of “Under The Sea”, also known as “(Rollin’) Under The Sea”.

The crowd claps for his amazing performance, and soon afterwards, his mouth is agape and his eyes widen. The sound of a chair rolling rapidly in his direction grows louder and louder.

???: AAAAAHHHHHH

“Fred” is then bowled over by Mugen in his office chair. Mugen stands up and throws the instruments away. He then helps “Fred” up to his feet.

Mugen: YEAH!

“Fred”: What the hell was that for?

“Fred” has a seat behind the broken drums and Mugen hops over his desk with the office chair. He sits behind the desk and spreads his arms out.

Mugen: Folks! Tonight’s guest….

Mugen: No wait…..This isn’t right. Bring him in!

The curtain is pulled to reveal Drago Cesar! Albeit covered in a full body cast with jeans and sneakers, with the only things being exposed from the waist up being his eyes. He carefully has a seat on the couch.

Drago: Ouch.

Bubba sits up from behind the couch and approaches Drago. He brushes his head against Drago’s leg. 

Mugen: Normally I’d leave you to rest Drago….But this show isn’t the same without you. Two weeks in a row without old sport?

Mugen: UNACCEPTABLE!

Drago: Is nice to be back. Ouch. 

Mugen: Tonight’s guest is a man. Not just any ordinary man. A man...made of iron. Or at least so he says. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome IRON MAN!!!!!

The curtain is unveiled once more to reveal…..A tall man wearing a suit almost entirely made of cardboard and aluminum foil. His “eyes” look like headlights you’d see someone put on the front of their bike.

And of course, he’s wearing light-up Timbs. He clumsily walks over to the couch, sitting next to Drago. Drago and Ghetto Iron Man look at each other. 


Drago: You not really iron. 

Ghetto Iron Man: Could say the same about you b.

Mugen: So how about you show us what you can do with that suit? More importantly, what can we do to TTT with that suit??

Ghetto Iron Man stands up and raises his arm towards Mugen. Mugen looks around and starts backing up, but Ghetto Iron Man’s arm starts charging, his arm glowing with greater intensity by the second. Drago has no choice but to sit there and watch as his friend is about to get obliterated. 

Ghetto Iron Man fires his arm cannon, but it backfires and he’s sent flying backward into the curtain! Mugen hides behind his desk and peeks out of the corner.

Mugen: Are we dead?

Drago: I’m think he dead. 

The cardboard catastrophe angrily comes out from behind the curtain again and shuffles toward center stage. He stands in a T-pose.

Ghetto Iron Man: Prepare for take off!!!!

He clicks his heels together, presumably to use his rocket boosters to get airborne. However, that backfires too and the only thing that happens is the sight of several sparklers going off on the ground. 

He is then somehow sent flipping forwards and crashes right in front of the live studio audience.

Drago: Now I think he really dead.

Mugen runs to check up on Ghetto Iron Man but before he can reach him, Ghetto Iron Man’s boots start lighting up again and he is being lifted off the ground only by his feet.

Ghetto Iron Man: Man, help me B! The rocket shoes must have mowfuncshund.

Mugen: Did you do any testing of this stuff?

Ghetto Iron Man: Yea B, we tested this in the lab yesterday.

Mugen’s eyes widen at that remark.

Mugen: A lab you say? Where is it located? State of the art?

At this point, Ghetto Iron Man is literally hanging upside down as his rocket boosters are somehow working and allowing him to float around upside down.

Ghetto Iron Man: It’s located in our van in the parking lot of the Walmart.

Mugen: Sheesh and here I thought you had some lab like where we tested………

Mugen brings his hands up to his face and starts tapping his fingers in a very sinister manner.

Mugen: The Cube.

We see that Ghetto Iron Man has now floated away even further and is in the audience……..still upside down.

Ghetto Iron Man: What’s the cube B?

Mugen: The Cube, is the most sophisticated Artificially Intelligent Enclosure System.

Ghetto Iron Man: So like Rikers? Man, my cousin’s nephew’s brother’s dad just did 12 years in there. 

Mugen: Yes……….like Rikers, like Alcatraz, but better! And at Wrestlution! Battle for Time & Space….

Drago: Two!

Mugen: Electric Boogaloo, we are going to defeat Trash Matsuda and even more Trash Spider and lock them in the cube FOREVER

Ghetto Iron Man: I think I figured it out B!

We see Ghetto Iron Man floating around uncontrollably in the studio as he actually may have figured out what to do.

Ghetto Iron Man: I’m gonna press this button and it’s gonna set me upright.

Ghetto Iron Man presses a button on his glove which actually stands him upright while still floating. Before we know it though he starts flying to various spots in the room without complete control.

He is on a collision course with Drago when out of nowhere Drago busts through his full body cast like he was The Rock or something in The Fast and Furious.

Drago: I healed, B.

Before anybody can really say anything Drago leaps into the air and punches Ghetto Iron Man in the face sending his “armor” flying into pieces.

The camera pans to the announce team.

HAHAHAHAHAH!

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!!!

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