OCWFED.com Presents Riot

   

As the cameras cut backstage, we can see medical staff helping El Parca to the trainers room, after Odon Klein’s attack after their match. They are in a hurry. 

Along the way, they cross path with a smirky man, almost laughing at the demise of the masked luchador. This man is none other than the one formally known as Aisu, Satohiko Hitta. He backtracks and stand in their way. Parca still got his head down.

Hitta: Weak. 

El Parca lifts his head up but still looks out of it. Might be a concussion.

Hitta: 
Look at that mess. Stay down like the clown that you are. 

Parca gets rid of the trainers staff and look into the eyes of the man in front of him, but has a tough time keeping his balance. Everybody is standing still. 

Parca:
.. What is your problem ?

Aisu smirks.

Hitta:
 Ah. Weak. You’ll never be relevant like this. 

He pauses and takes a deep breath.

Hitta:
 Okay guys, help that poor luchador, doesn’t seem like he can walk on his own two feet. Come on, help him out. 

Staff are hesitant but start to hurry as Parca still looks injured. They grab him and go on. But Parca hasn’t left his eyes off Aisu. The two men stare at each other as the scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

This kid can't catch a break can he!

Surival of the fittest!!!

The camera and scene opens with the Clark Effect set up in the ring. Stacy Clark is already in the ring with a mic in hand.

Stacy Clark: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the latest segment of the Clark Effect, I am your hostess Stacy Clark, as you know, and I have a very unique and special guest for you all tonight. Allow me to introduce…

“I am the God of Waaaaaar” blares, the theme song for Leo Grimm begins to play over Stacy Clark’s introduction and Leo Grimm rises from the ramp and marches to the ring.

Stacy Clark: Um, Ladies and Gentlemen allow me to introduce and welcome Mr. Leo Grimm to the Clark Effect. 

The crowd boos as Leo Grimm stares at Stacy Clark through his masked face.

Stacy Clark: Mr. Grimm, you made a powerful statement last week by insulting each OCW Champion and tossing stolen replica titles into the Huds…

Leo Grimm: Is that what you think? I insulted them? Oh, young Lady you have much to learn. What I did, what I said was the beginning of the Deliverance I am bringing to OCW.

More booing from the crowd

Stacy Clark: Deliverance? You keep saying that, but didn’t you lose your debut match against Kalix EastBrook?

Small cheers and chanting from the crowd begins at the mention of Kalix EastBrook 

Leo Grimm stares at Stacy Clark and she shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

Leo Grimm: Kalix, you want to bring Kalix EastBrook, the self proclaimed “Kimg of the F’N Indies”? Yes I lost that match but I took something from him to show the world, who he truly is, his pride, his greed, and he never uttered a peep to refute the accusation.

Leo Grimm: He let one of his fans fall victim to a horrendous Grimm Ending, and all he cares about is his quest for false idols and more pride. 

Leo Grimm: What none of you understand is Deliverance comes in many forms, but I wouldn’t expect any of you ignorant fools to understand, you haven’t the mind or sight for the Salvation I am offering to OCW. 

Stacy Clark: Is Salvation what you would call what you did to El Parca last week backstage?

Leo Grimm: As I said, Deliverance and Salvation comes in many forms and is. Ever the same. I cleanse through pain and suffering. El Parca will continue to endure a sweet suffering until he has achieved Deliverance. 

Stacy Clark: What or who do you plan on targeting next, you named every champion, are you looking for a title shot?

Leo Grimm: I was told you were smart. Have you not been paying attention to a word I have said?

Leo Grimm: Those false idols don’t concern me. I am after their Sins. I will collect all of their golden trinkets as well as their sins and it won’t be the Hudson River I dump them in, I will take them directly to the River Styx to pay Charon for their passage to their destiny.

Leo Grimm: I am Deliverance, I am the Way to Salvation. Beware OCW, the time of Judgement has come, and you all will suffer a Grimm Ending.

The lights in MSG go out and total darkness engulfs the arena ending the segment.

The camera pans to the announce team.

This man is hell bent on giving OCW Salvation!

Well it sure as hell beats taking OCW to new heights!

Rebel girl, rebel girl.
Rebel girl you are the queen of my


Empress accepts the call she just got knowing it is her best friend, Ashley Moore.

Empress:
 Moshi moshi, Ashley! Can we make this quick. I am busy with something right now. 

Ashley Moore: Guess where I am?

Empress: Uggg...I don’t know where? 

Ashley Moore: Let me give you a hint. I can see one of your stupid goons lying on the ground after Valkyrie hit his skull with a baseball bat.

Empress whispers under her breath:
 ****!.

Empress: What does that have to do with me? I’m not responsible for Sarah’s impotent rage. 

Ashley Moore: You know where I am. Are you not worried about your relative? He seems like he could need a paramedic.

Ashley Moore: Why would she be so angry? She almost killed that one guy. There seems to be something inside this industrial plant she is looking for.

Ashley Moore: What could that be? Certainly not her parents. They are fine, like you have told me.

Empress: What do you want from me, Ash? Huh? You want me to admit I took her parents?

Empress: Well I did okay. Her parents are fine no one was hurt and the guys were keeping an eye on them and making sure they had everything they needed. 

Empress: We wanted to get inside Valks head and that’s what we did.

Empress: Do you want me to say sorry for being who I am? Well, I won’t, I’m done with that. I’ve tried to be a good girl and it got me nowhere.

Ashley Moore: Ok, … if that is all you have to tell me ...

Ashley just hangs up with these words.

OHHH NO NO NO, you don't get to say "its just a prank sis"

It's not on them that Valkyrie is a PSYCHOPATH!


 

It's a Match!
VALKYRIE(c) vs ZOE COHLE

The camera pans to the announce team.

Down to the wire!

Indeed!

Riot rolls on, and we cut to AC Cobra, making his way through the fans outside of Madison Square Garden. They chant his name and he waves, high-fiving a few, but not stopping; Cobra has somewhere to be, and that somewhere is the ring for his upcoming match against Cort Marshall!

Inside now, he nods to a few of the crew and various people allowed backstage; even a few kids are there. Probably a bad idea considering the hiring rate of homicidal maniacs, but parents do what parents gonna do.

Cobra turns a corner towards the lockerroom area, but he’s suddenly stopped by a tap on the shoulder. The camera pans over and we see his opponent for the night, Cort Marshall; he’s sporting his ring gear this time, but still holding a lit cigar casually in his right hand. 

Cobra:
 The hell do you want?

Cort puts his hands up in supplication.

Cort:
 Whoa there buckaroo banzai, I just want to talk. Nice polite conversation between two future champs. Capiche?

Cobra eyes him with suspicion.

Cobra (sarcastically):
 Uh-huh. Because you’re a totally trustworthy, reliable guy.

Cort: Eeeexactly. Glad you see it that way. Basically I just wanted to give ya a small bit of advice.

Cobra: Advice?

Cort: Yup, that’s what I said. 

Cort obviously fake coughs and mutters “dumbass” under his breath.

Cort:
 Just sayin’, that tag partner of yours… I’d watch my back if I were you. Seems a little unstable, you know? Why just last week he strangled a poor, economically-disadvantaged security guard in these very halls. How can you trust someone who does that to a blue collar man?

Cobra: You sure that happened?

Cort: It’s true! Check the tapes! They never lie… unless, of course, they were doctored by the government to make us THINK we landed on the moon, when in reality, it was all filmed in MARGARET THATCHER’S apartment. 

Cobra: You want me to believe that Tre, would do something like that? The only thing I see on the tapes is a man who turned his back on his fans, I see a scared and broken man. I trust Tre, I don’t trust you.

Cort grimaces.

Cort:
 TRUST NO ONE.

Cort flicks the cigar in a passerby’s face before spinning on his heel and walking off.

The camera pans to the announce team.

Cort Marshall has lost has dag gone mind!

Just because you can't see them, doesn't mean they aren't out to get you!

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