Ladies and Gentleman we are back on the scene with RIOT 536!
We got a great show for you tonight!
The backstage, buzzing with activity as the show gets rolling, opens up the scene. The camera pans through the super functional multi-cell organism known as the “OCW Staff” and occasional rubbernecker experiencing their first taste of access before settling on a man moving through the crowd, the One Man Wrestlution and Reigning Pride Champion, Bobby Minio.
Dressed in his entrance gear with his Pride Championship safely affixed to his shoulder, Minio weaves his way through the foot traffic with unconscious precision, before breezing past a man with a tablet who is trading show information with someone over a walkie-talkie.
Bobby Minio: Slot me in for an in-ring promo ASAP. First opening.
With stress dripping from the man’s pores, he nods along and begins to sigh in exasperation as he starts manipulating the tablet in a hurry, moving bits of the show around to find an opening for Minio’s request.
In spite of the hustle from the staff member, Minio is already moving his way through the crowd, ducking into an empty room off of the main corridor, the camera following in tow.
Bobby Minio: This’ll do.
Minio moves to the side of the room, kicking open a folding chair and draping his Pride Championship carefully over the back. He stops for a moment, staring down at the title. In his peripheral, he notices a mirror on the wall and turns to face the mirror, holding on it for a few seconds before…
Bobby Minio: I know. I know they’re out there gunning for me. Everett, Telos, Golden… I know Shepard is out there with us on the back of his mind… land sharks circling the borders whenever they see me come up short in these non-title matches.
He pauses, as if he’s listening to his thoughts.
Bobby Minio: I know… but how much longer can I keep it up? If I could just stay dominant, consistently, they might back off, knowing that they’ll get done dirty just like Dupree and Maxwale… but these matches with Doc, Everett, Quartz… all of this new blood out there, it’s hurting long term and I need an ou-
Another pause, Minio’s face twists into a grimmance as the camera watches the mirror over his shoulder.
Bobby Minio: Do you really think I don’t know that?! You think it doesn’t sit on my shoulders for weeks after the fact? Yeah, I flirted around with Everett’s feeling out this title against title nonsense but I can’t let that happen. Regardless of who wins… they’ll erase YOU. I cannot let that happen.
Bobby Minio: If you go, my legacy goes, and I’m NOT DONE YET. I haven’t accomplished enough, Lution to Lution, that’s the only option. I need to chisel my name into the walls of this place, because Sensation… he won’t do it for me. I wasn’t on his precious Ambition project, everything I do I do on my lonesome.
He turns to the Pride title, holding it up in front of him like a child, or a cat.
Bobby Minio: We can’t outrun this, but maybe we can buy some time, we can go home, sit down and just… come up with a plan, a plan of attack to get through these next few months, but YOU…
He taps on the faceplate of the Pride Championship.
Bobby Minio: You need to stop doubting me. I have enough self doubt to overcome, I don’t need you in my ear breaking my balls for not just leaving Everett outside the ring or any of that backseat driver bullshit. I got this. I got us, but I need you behind me… not against me. Deal?
He nods quietly, then pulls the Pride Championship over his shoulder, his hand lingering on the title for just a moment too long.
Bobby Minio: You too, my guy. You too. Alright, lets get the hell out of here, we’ll get some food and talk over our next few steps. Pizza sound good?
There is another brief moment as Minio listens, he then turns and walks out into the hall.
Bobby Minio: Alright, BBQ it is. Lead the way.
Just as Minio steps around the corner from the doorway, the OCW staff member with the tablet and the walkie-talkie approaches, the sense of urgency in his voice.
OCW Staff Member: Minio, we got you that in-ring promo slot, it’s in five minut-
Bobby Minio: In-ring promo? Man, Sensation is so shameless he’ll milk me for everything I’m worth while he does everything possible to make me invisible. Unbelievable.
He stops in his tracks, turning and planting a finger right in the man’s face.
Bobby Minio: You tell that so called “Sensation”, if he wants to entertain the fans tonight with a fiery promo, he can go out there and do it his gotdamn self. Understand? If he’s got a problem with that, you tell him to fall off a dick tree pants-less. Thanks.
Minio turns, blowing the man off before he can even respond. He stands there for a moment, dumbfounded as he watches Minio storm away through the crowd backstage before he snaps out of his stupor and begins scrambling across his tablet, attempting to undo the changes he had just made for the Pride Champion. The scene fades back to ring-side.
The scene fades in to the backstage area, where gathering group of fans are forming in the parking lot. A small group of young OCW rookies in matching AC Cobra hoodies are handing out small piles of leaflets to the fans. AC Cobra appears out of the crowd, and stands on a car as the crowd begins to cheer.
AC: Ladies and gentlemen! Tomorrow, we rest… TONIGHT, we spread the message! One more match!
The crowd begins to chant ‘One more match’ repeatedly in response to AC’s rally. He takes in the chants and makes his way back off the car and through the crowd.
At this point, a tiny figure begins pushing through everybody and makes his way face to face with Cobra. He is dressed in a light blue, rather expensive looking Two-Piece Suit. He is clutching a leaflet that he was seemingly given by one of the rookies.
???: Ahh, AC Cobra! I’ve heard all about you! How you doing? I like what you’ve done here, a lot of support, got the fans talking, I like it! Just the kind of person I’d be interested in representing.
AC furrows his brow and looks confused.
???: Oh, my bad allow me to introduce myself. My NAME… is Kareem Franklin, and this guy right here is the real frickin’ deal.
At that moment, a wide smile comes across the face of Kareem, as emerging from the crowd is a tall, towering figure dressed in his ring gear, AC’s opponent for tonight, Jerome Hamilton.
Franklin: This guy right here is The Problem, The Booty Poppin’ Behemoth, Mr. Weighs about 280 pounds but moves like he’s 80 pounds… the last one is a work in progress. REGARDLESS, this guy right here is my client second and good friend first, Jerome Hamilton!
Hamilton: That’s right baby, and we was just getting ready for my match tonight and we couldn’t help but notice this leaflet you’ve been passing around. Got our interests peaked y’know.
Kareem: Yeah, about that. You see, I saw this leaflet and you know I had to see what this guy was all about. So I did some market research, I checked out the OCW highlights and it turns out that you suck! You suck Cobra! You couldn’t buy a win if it slapped you across the face. Then I started wondering like two seconds ago why we even bothered…
Hamilton: Hey Kareem we talked about this man! We the new kids around here, we tryna’ make the right impression. Show this man some respect, I told you he extra nice with it.
AC: Hey don’t worry about it gamer, I’ve had doubters my whole life this ain’t anything new to me, you just another guy I have to prove wrong, and I plan on doing that when I beat your boy tonight.
AC turns his attention to Jerome Hamilton, who lets out a grin.
Hamilton: Competitive spirit, I like it! Don’t worry about Kareem, man, sometimes his mouth gets the better of his mind. I’ll see you out there tonight.
AC nods in acknowledgement and Jerome and Kareem turn and leave. AC Cobra stands back up onto a car and leads a huge round of ‘One More Match’ chants.
At this point another figure stands up on a car opposite to AC Cobra. As the OCW Light Heavyweight Championship is lifted into the air slowly, the crowd begins to boo viciously as they become aware of who the figure is.
Antonio: Ladies and gentlemen, YOUR OCW LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! What are you even do...
The crowd drowns out Antonio with more ‘One More Match’ chants as he tries to speak.
AC: DO I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION NOW ANTONIO? ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH!
Antonio shrugs and smiles in response, and then crosses his arms and starts putting his finger in his ear as if he can’t hear the crowd as the chants continue for a good 60 seconds. Antonio puffs out his cheeks and stares off into the distance. He aggressively turns away from the crowd and jumps off of the car. He makes his way away from the crowd towards his locker room, holding his championship up in the air behind him as he does so.
AC: STEP UP TO THE CHALLENGE ANTONIO! ACCEPT THE STREET FIGHT!
AC Cobra puts his arms out to the crowd and takes in the moment as the scene fades out.
Check out this video on Streamable using your phone, tablet or desktop.
D.BOURNE vs BENJI MOORE
Two days before Riot
News has been reported that the OCW merchandise store next to Midtown Comics Downtown Manhattan at 62 Fulton St has been broken into and several items have been stolen.
The entire store has been overturned and glass cases smashed. The incident is still under investigation and as more information comes in, updates will be sent to OCW Headquarters.
We now turn to the X-Tron where it shows clips of last week's Riot 535 Main Event tag team match.
The OCW Universe boos the very moment Harvey decided to leave Doc Green behind to fight B17 and Cort Marshall. The clip then changes to Doc Green getting Cortplexed for the 1..2..3.
As the video ends The Former OCW World Heavyweight Champion Harvey Ocean stands center of the ring with a mic at hand already.
Unable to get a good of his body language on how he feels; He starts to walk leisurely around the ring as he looks down towards the mat.
He raises the mic and begins to speak.
Harvey: I know what all of you are expecting here tonight. You are expecting Harvey Ocean to explain himself as to why he left Doc alone last week.
Harvey: To be fair, I really don’t have to explain anything to anyone! I told Doc and I told all of you that I was in NO shape to perform anymore!
Harvey: But last week all of you didn’t expect the unexpected, including Doc himself. So tonight I’m telling all of you to expect the unexpected.
Harvey: So, Doc Green, get on out here so I can talk to you face to face. Man to man.
No music plays as the OCW World Heavyweight Champion comes out onto the stage, dressed fully in his ring gear, microphone in his left hand and title wrapped firmly over his right shoulder.
Doc: Harvey, what the hell have you become, mate? Last week, I was promised the Head Superstar back, and all I got was this shell of a man standing in the middle of the ring. I challenged you to be the best version of yourself and you let me and all these people down once again.
Harvey: All I can say is...I’m sorry.
Harvey: I’m sorry to ever think that the current OCW World Heavyweight Champion could be The Head Superstar!
Harvey: I gave what little I had left in that tag match! But YOUR best performance matched my worst! You’re not worthy of becoming The Head Superstar! For that reason alone is why I left you!
Doc stands there for a moment, bewildered by the words that just escaped Harvey’s mouth. He considers for a moment, before making his way down to the ring and getting in his face.
Doc: Are you having me on right now?
Doc relents for a minute, not trying to let his emotions get the better of him. Harvey just smiles as boos echo around the arena.
Harvey: I understand being a Head Superstar are big shoes to fill. But I see you still need to work on becoming The Head Rookie this year.
Harvey: Good luck with that.
Doc almost laughs at the scene which has just unfolded in front of him, as the boos continue to reign down.
Doc: You can’t be serious right now. Harvey freaking Ocean ladies and gentlemen! Let me tell you something right now, H2-Whatever you wanna call yourself, I don’t need to prove to you or anyone that I am, or was, the ‘Head Rookie’.
Doc moves even closer to Harvey’s face, slightly looking up but still nose to nose with the coy looking man.
Doc: I have achieved in my first year here more than what 99% of people who step through that curtain ever will in this company. I wrote off the ‘Head Rookie’ race when I achieved the one thing you know you can’t do inside this ring, keep a hold of this!
The crowd lets out a huge ‘ohhhhh!’ as Doc continues his tirade on H2O.
Doc: And you wanna talk to me about ‘worthy’, Harvey? You weren’t even worthy to shine Drago’s shoes at Wrestlelution, so what makes you of all people ‘worthy’ of being head superstar anymore?
Harvey walks away from Doc as he places his hands on his hips. He quickly returns his face right back into Doc’s face but relents for a minute himself.
Harvey: Worthy you say? One thing I’ve recently learned is that words have power. Words can lead to Consequences that even YOU can’t handle.
Harvey backs away from Doc and heads towards the ropes.
Harvey: Worthy? It’s no wonder why you’re name is Green..
The crowd boos as Harvey steps through the ropes and hops down off the apron. Harvey continues to stare down Doc Green, who is inaudibly mouthing off at Harvey, as he walks backwards up the ramp.
