OCWFED.com Presents Riot

   

 

LIVE FROM MADISON SQUARE GARDEN

 

The camera pans to the announce team.

Ladies and Gentleman we are back on the scene with RIOT 535!

We got a great show for you tonight!

Moments earlier before Riot

Fans are jammed packed outside the OCW arena just a few minutes before the doors open. Selfies are being taken, kids have on some merch, and the adults are chattering. 

Loud horns can be heard from an incoming truck, on top of the truck, stands white male who’s rocking an unzipped hoodie with no undershirt. The truck comes to a halt and the male jumps off taking off the hood & it’s AC Cobra! The crowd pops and the kids run up to AC.

He spots a little girl wearing some “WoW” gear, he picks her and she sits on his on his right hand while he holds up some flyers in his left. 


AC: Last week, I asked Antonio for a rematch and he declined.

The crowd begins to boo & AC signals them to simmer down.

AC: This week and going forward, we’ll bring the fight to his doorstep. I’m going to be passing these around to you, I need your help making our voices heard. Mailboxes, inside the arena, local truck stops, put this everywhere.

AC begins to hand out the flyers, cameraman gets behinds someone with a flyer and zooms in on it.

The young girl AC is holding taps him and begins to speak.

Young Girl: Umm, Mr. Cobra, you just lost! *giggles*

AC puts the girl down instantly and continues to speak.

AC: After my match last week & getting over my slump, he comes out to mock me & all of you. He did win our last fight, but this is a war. All I’m asking for is one more match. 

Someone in the crowd: One More Match *chant*

Crowd: One More Match!

Crowd: One More Match!

The entire crowd is fist pumping and shouting one more match. 

AC begins to hi-five everyone in the crowd. He sees the young girl he was just holding and shakes his head at her. The door opens & all the fans pour in the arena with their flyers and begin passing them around..

Scene fades

The camera pans to the announce team.

ONE MORE MATCH!

OH STOP IT!


The X-Tron Plays A Video!
Mugen's Beach Party - Match 3 Announcement

The scene fades into the Uncrowned arriving at the arena, Antonio notices A.C. Cobra's rally and continues on rolling his eyes.

Both men carry their bags as they make their way through the double doors that lead to the backstage area. They both seem in good spirits.

Doc:
 Mate, I don’t care which way you spin it, if you pronounce ‘scone’ as ‘sconn’ then you’re clearly a psychopath.

Everrett: How do you pronounce ‘gone’ then? It’s not go-own is it? The E means nothing mate and you can’t accept that as far as I’m concerned.

Doc: I wonder why I even bother.

The two chuckle and continue to make their way through the familiar corridors. Out of the corner of Everrett’s eye, he sees a figure being swarmed by reporters and fans alike.

Everrett:
 Hold on a minute Doc, is that who I think it is?

Doc: Oh my, he seems to be having a rough time. Shall we go and give him a hand?

Everrett: … nahh I think he’s good.

Everrett holds his Light Heavyweight Title a little tighter over his shoulder as he and Doc stand and observe Bobby Minio struggling through the crowd to try and get on the side where the Uncrowned are standing. He doesn’t seem to have noticed the two quite yet.

Bobby Minio:
 Please, please! I’m afraid I’m out of time, please direct all interview inquiries to Mr. Sensation’s personal phone number. His number is 718-9-

Bobby finally gets through the crowd and now comes face to face with the Uncrowned, stopping his sentence flat in its tracks, as well as his stride.

Bobby Minio: Oh, that’s convenient, both of you here waiting for me on the other side of this mob in an uncommon area for that sort of this. This some kind of setup, Champs?

Everrett: Don’t worry mate, we’re not here to fight ya or anything, we’ll leave that till later tonight, ey?

Bobby Minio: You know honestly ‘Tonio, whatever we gotta do, we can do it. Now… later… hell, maybe we follow it up with our own Lution Main event. Ya know... 

Minio looks as if he has a bombshell idea to drop. He waves the two men in as he leans towards them, his voice lowers, barely.

Bobby Minio:
 If we all pretend I don’t have a strong personal disliking for the two of you, what with coming up out of nowhere, winning two titles I’ve been chasing most of my career here and crowding up my main event picture… we can start a faction.

Bobby Minio: Could be big too… we’ll come up with a catchy, stoic name… like… OVER or something like that. We lock down these three titles, make it up to Lution, then we reveal that all this time we can’t stand each other… BOOM.

His voice raises, almost shouting in their faces. Doc and Everett look at each other for a split second. 

Bobby Minio:
 Lution Main Event PAYDAY boys! That’s how you do it around here. Consider yourselves smartened up!

Everrett takes a step closer to Bobby.

Antonio:
 That sounds like a wonderful idea, Mr. Revolution. HOWEVER, I think I’ve just had a better one.

Everrett puts his finger on the Pride Championship strapped over Bobby’s shoulder.

Everrett:
 How about I take that lovely little golden title off your hands for you? 

Everrett: Don’t get me wrong Bobby, you’ve clearly got your head screwed on here, I can tell. But if you can put your slightly oversized ego to one side for just a minute, maybe you’d be willing to step up. 

Bobby Minio: Ya know, going into business for ourselves and manipulating upper management into a Lution Main Event is one thing, but they frown taking title mergers into our own hands…

Bobby Minio: So if you figure out a way to pull that off where we can get away with it? You just tell me the place. Until then though, what say we give ourselves and everyone else a little preview on how that title match would go?

Everrett: You know this place better than I do mate, but I like your style, good luck tonight.

Bobby Minio: Thanks Ev, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I can’t help but be impressed with you two and what you’ve done here in a short period of time.

Bobby Minio: You might be making my life a bit harder as well but, credit where credit is due. Good luck to you too, just uh, not too much good luck tonight. 

Minio’s eyes narrow on the last point, before he turns to storm off elsewhere, leaving the Uncrowned boys to continue about their route to their locker room. Everrett turns his head to Doc 

Everrett: … I think I like that guy.

 

The camera pans to the announce team.

I can't wait for later!

It's gonna be a banger!


It's a Match!
LEO GRIMM vs ODON KLEIN

The camera pans to the announce team.

He got all of it!

Yes he did!

The scene open to Jim black chasing down a wrestler in the Parking lot of the arena, as the camera gets closer, his Afro and face can be plainly seen.

Jim Black:
 Tre can you give us a few words about what happened in the ring last week?

Golden: Last week I went to War with Harvey Ocean and fell victim to a well timed kick to the jaw, it happens to the best. But I know my stock rose…. And I will be back and better in my next match.

Jim Black returns his Microphone to his face to speak..

Jim Black:
 Thank you, but Tre….. I was actually referring to your confrontation with Cort Marshall after the match.

Jim Black puts the microphone back to Golden’s face. He gives Jim a tired look before answering.

Golden:
 Cort is having a real hard time…. I know that. Shepard crossed the line disrespecting family…. and yes anywhere else he would be reprimanded or arrested.

Golden: But we know the business we are in, we know the company we work for. You know you’ll get your shot at him, and when you do, you make sure they get every bit of punishment that they deserve.

Golden raises his fist to the camera making Jim back up a bit before he knows he’s not in any danger.

Golden:
 And it seemed like he did just that, I thought it was squashed… I thought he got his justice……. guess I was wrong.

Golden: Do I know what’s going on in Corts head? I have an idea, but I’m not certain.

Golden looks at Jim then looks back to the camera.

Golden:
 What I do know is tonight I have a match with Maxwale, I know he’s going to try to cripple my legs.

Golden: He says I can’t go toe to toe with him, I’m going to test that theory.

Golden: I’m going to get ready now, see you around Jimmer and Stay Golden.

Golden gives Jim a friendly pat on the shoulder and turns to enter the arena. Jim watches him enter and the scene fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

Tre out here staying positive!

Let's see how far it gets them.

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