Ladies and Gentleman we are back on the scene! With RIOT 574
We got a great show for you tonight! LETS GOOOOOOO!
Scaggs: Welcome, everyone! Welcome to the first OCW Riot after Conse-
Poling: Woah, woah, woah!
Storming down to the ring is the OCW World Heavyweight Champion. SLCS, not expecting this, is directed by a ring hand to run into the ring to do her introductions.
Scaggs: Well, it looks like the champion is not very happy! He’s not waiting around!
SLCS: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the-
Before a proper introduction can be made, Quartz slides into the ring and snatches the microphone out of the ring announcer's hand and takes a few steps towards the hard camera. Spider, in tow as always, shoos her out of the ring.
Quartz: Bobby Minio!!
The crowd cheers at the sudden name drop, causing Quartz to scream again into the mic.
Quartz: Of all the stupid things you’ve ever done in your career… Of all the mistakes you’ve ever made… Of everything you’ve done to be known as the hiccup of the Ambition era…
Quartz: This was absolutely the biggest mistake you have ever made, which says a lot, considering who I’m speaking to.
Quartz: I’m not surprised, a man who’s spent his entire career leeching off of the starpower and name recognition of others showing back up to pick up right where he left off.
Quartz stomps around the ring, staring up the ramp, shouting into the void.
Quartz: A man who’s biggest claim to fame the last two years was being a patch on Paul Pugh’s singlet. That man had the balls not only to interrupt me, but to step to the New Storm in his own ring.
The crowd, still in a bit of chaos from the shock of this start to the show, is mixing between boos and general energy.
Quartz: Let’s try it again, Bobby. Because I know damn well that you didn’t come back here for a cheap pop. I know what you want. It’s what everyone wants. It’s what KD wanted. It’s what Nate wanted. It’s what none of your peers could and never will pry out of my hands.
Quartz waits for response, still pacing angrily back and forth. He stops and squints his eyes.
Quartz: Oh… Or did the One Man Revolution already get sent back to a company required rehab program? I gotta say, that’s a new record.
Bobby Minio: Oooo baby I like it raw! Yeah baby I like it rawww!!
Popping up on the X-Tron to a massive ovation is the One-Man Revolution, his first appearance on RIOT since March 5th, 2020.
Bobby Minio: Oh god Agate you are big mad right now! You know what the best part about it is? You swung first! I was just wandering down to let everyone know I was back and give you the ol’ attaboy and you lost your whole ass mind…
Bobby Minio: So to address all of this nonsense you rattled off... One, I wasn’t a product of the Ambition era. I bypassed all of that. The only ambition I need, is right here.
He presses his thumb firmly into his chest, nodding confidently.
Bobby Minio: Next, I ain’t never rode a coat tail in my life. Not one. There isn’t a single person I’ve rode with in wrestling who didn’t benefit more from my presence than I benefited from them. That’s the difference between us Quartz, I’m a giver.
Bobby Minio: Ironically however, you’ve been tucked into Spider’s pocket like a pet, doing OCW’s biggest rat’s bidding for god knows how long. I mean I know I lost to Spider when it counted, but I ain’t never stood in that man’s tiny ass shadow. That’s your business, that’s what you do.
Bobby smirks and shrugs his shoulders, adding…
Bobby Minio: I mean, when you’re not too busy cheap shotting KD of all people…
Spider lifts the mic to speak, but Quartz puts his hand up, causing Spider to step back.
Quartz: K’DAngelo didn’t belong in the same ring, the same building, or the same area code as me, and neither do you.
Quartz: Let’s not play dumb, Bobby. You and I both know that you would have done the same exact thing if you had half the testicular fortitude that I do.
Quartz:
I’m not sure what Vegas ditch they dragged your sorry ass out of this time, but if you’re not well-read, then I’ll let you know I’ve put down dogs bigger than you with a whole hell of a lot more bite.
Quartz: The difference between you and KD, you and Nate Ortiz… Hell, you and Spider?
Quartz: You’re the only one who’s bark can’t be backed up.
Quartz: You think I’m wrong? You think a fresh coat of paint and a few push ups are enough to topple the greatest living OCW World Champion this company has ever seen? I’m right here. We don’t have to wait for Summercide.
Bobby Minio: Who do you actually think gives a damn, Quartz? Really? You think I’m going to give you or Spider the satisfaction of walking down there? When have I ever been in the people pleasing business?
Minio laughs to himself and shakes his head with an incredulous look on his face.
Bobby Minio: You sit down there, mere feet from Daddy Spider going on and on about balls, you think that’s lost on me? It sure ain’t, Quartz… but you know, just like everyone else knows, I’ve built my OCW career on stepping in the ring with people I was promised would wash me, and your boy is as dirty as ever.
Bobby Minio: The thing that scares you is the same thing that scares everyone else that’s tried to f**k around and find out… I’m not afraid. I ain’t never scared. I show up, I shoot my shot and whatever happens, happens, and that, blue streak, is what’s got you so shook up.
Bobby Minio: Look, look at him, he’s mad right now.
Minio gestures towards the camera with a big shit eating grin peeking through his pandemic beard.
Bobby Minio: Ultimately, win or lose, all of this will have been worth it just to know how much you’re torturing yourself running the scenario in your head for these three weeks of what happens to your legacy if Bobby Minio turns out to be the man to snatch that title away from you. Not Cohle, not Hayes, not Ortiz… MINIO.
Bobby Minio: Hell, I’ve already won Quartzy. See ya soon.
Minio offers up a condescending salute towards the camera as the feed to the X-Tron cuts out.
Quartz, shaking with anger, perks his head up as the X-Tron shuts off.
Quartz: NO! Get back here! I am NOT an afterthought! Bobby! Ijitu Quartz is NOBODY’S afterthought, GAH’ DAMMIT!
As he gets no response, Quartz looks around frantically before grabbing Spider. Shouting something in his face off-mic. The clearly frustrated champion spikes his microphone and the two exit the ring up the entrance ramp.
ROOKIE CHALLENGE JOANNA SILVER(R)
vs. VAL VORHEES(R)
We tune in to the P3 Soundstage, and the school bell rings once again for…..
EMP: P3 Promo School! Class is in session!
The students take their seats. Mugen scribbles something on a piece of paper, rolls it into a ball and throws it at Drago, bouncing off his head. The King of Kindness laughs like a hyena while Drago unfurls the paper ball.
The paper is just a doodle of a gorilla. The “Best in the World” turns around and stares at Mugen. Mugen pounds his chest and makes gorilla noises at him. EMP notices this and slams her ruler on his desk.
Mugen: JESUS!
EMP: I said no gorilla noises. And you’ll be the perfect one to demonstrate Lesson Three: Always put yourself over. You’re better than everyone and the world should know it.
Mugen: Oh. That’s easy.
He stands up from his seat and moves over to the front of the class.
EMP: Let’s see how easy you think this is; Young Ryan has just beat you eight times in a row and he’s become OCW Champion for a record breaking 2,842 days because of that. Begin.
Mugen looks shocked. Drago smirks at him from across the classroom.
Mugen: That would NEVER happen.
EMP gets in his face.
EMP: But. It just did. What. Are you gonna do. About it?
She slowly backs away, staring a hole through Mugen with her googly eyes.
Mugen: Young Ryan...You may have rolled me up eight times in a row but I bet you won’t do it again! Because you see a man is only truly beaten when he is rolled up ELEVENTY times in a row, and I’ll do more than that to you because I am the GREATEST heavyweight, light heavyweight, middleweight, featherweight, bantamweight, flippyweight wrestler in the stratosphere. Matter of fact….
Mugen walks out of the classroom and into the crowd. He points at The Sensational Impersonator.
Mugen: I’M THE BEST!!!!!
The Sensational Impersonator: The f*** is wrong with you?
Mugen sprints out of the Soundstage into the backstage area. He runs into Jim Black. He snatches the microphone out of his hand.
Jim Black: Hey!
Mugen: I’M! THE! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEST! I’M SIMPLY THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST
The King of Kindness starts flexing at the camera.
Mugen: Brotherbrotherbrotherbrotherbrother.
He spikes the mic before he runs back to the class and leg drops his desk. The classroom claps for him.
EMP: Incredible. Simply marvelous.
Mugen kicks away the debris and is content with sitting on the floor. EMP looks around the classroom.
EMP: Lesson Four: Make sure nobody understands what you’re talking about. Your opponent can’t counter your promo talk if you’re spouting total nonsense.
EMP circles around Drago’s desk. The Women’s Champion locks eyes with Drago.
EMP: Hi.
Drago: Aw son of a-
She quickly turns to the seat opposite Drago.
EMP: “Fred”!
“Fred” leans back in his seat and looks up at the ceiling in frustration.
“Fred”: F***.
He stands up and walks toward the front of the class. EMP approaches him.
EMP: The real Fred Durst has seen your performance last week and he finds it insulting. What do you have to say on the matter?
“Fred”: What are you talking about? I’m the real deal.
EMP: And I own OCW.
EMP glares at him after that sarcastic remark.
EMP: Here, maybe I can help.
She gives him a cupcake that he devours almost immediately.
EMP hands him water which he quickly drinks but realizes was a terrible idea as the heat spreads further into his body. He starts to make a little more sense and able to form sentences.
“Fred”: AHHHHH I’M FEELING LIKE A FREIGHT TRAINAHHHHH. YOU GONNA LEAVE WITH BLOODSTAINRAHGHHHHHHH. YOU DAMN RIGHT I’M AAHHHHHHHHHH MAMANAICACAJCAC.
“Fred” starts pouring the water down his throat and all over his face and fitted hat.
“Fred”: YAH BEST STAY AHHHHHWAYYYY CUZ IM GONNA BREAK SOMETHING TONIIIIIIIIIIGHTTTT.
“Fred” throws himself through GGIII’s desk to the dismay of Graham.
GGIII: For real bruv? This ain’t 1999......
EMP starts clapping her hands at the wonderful performance by “Fred”
EMP: That was great, nobody understood much of what you were saying until near the end.
Sensational Impersonator: That white boy crazy.
“Fred” still under the influence of hot sauce still swinging his arms and legs wildly makes his way closer to the studio audience and throws himself into the “Sensational Impersonator”.
Sensational Impersonator: MOTHERFU-------
We fade back into RIOT 574 inside the locker room of Dillinger Enterprises. We see Christian Garcia, “El Primero” El Parca, and Dennis Dillinger discussing their plans.
El Parca: Hehe, you see all of these jokes of fans lapping up after what happened at Consequence? I swear they can’t get enough of El Primero! Everyone loves having my name in their mouth!
Garcia: All this talk, and not a lot of doing. ‘I’m gonna punch that lily-livered…’ who the hell spells ‘luchador’ like that?
Dillinger: Typical mush-mouthed cretin speak. What are they called? The “IWC?”
Dillinger shakes his head with a disgusted look on his face like he just smelled the most wicked fart of all time.
El Parca: Y’know that gives me an idea Dennis, come along chico. We have some business to attend to amigo.
Dillinger: Right behind you, Primero. I just have to make a quick call.
CG and Parca walk out of the locker room as Dillinger starts dialing. After a few moments, the phone starts ringing.
Dillinger: C’mon, time is money.
Bursting into the room, startling Dillinger and causing him to drop his phone is Mark Reese.
Dillinger panics and backs up against a locker.
Dillinger: Listen, you hee-haw, I will pepper spray you!
Mark Reese: Don’t you worry about it, I’m already spicy enough over your boy takin’ the cowards way out. I want ‘im one more time, with no excuses, no cheatin’ and no more running’.
Dillinger scoffs for a moment, before thinking to himself.
Dillinger: I can’t give you that.
Mark Reese: Y’know the bear never worried about what the fish was gonna give it…
Dillinger: BUT… I have an idea. Let me finish, big fella.
Dillinger: You rightfully won the match last Saturday, right?
Dillinger: That means you have both tag team titles, right? Well, despite what a few dirty internet marks may think, Dillinger Enterprises has MORE than enough desire to bring that gold back where it belongs.
Mark Reese grows impatient and approaches again.
Dillinger: BUT BUT… I’m a businessman, not some hack. I know both parties can benefit here. You want another match with El Primero, how about this…
Dillinger: I know Dupree has already tasked you with finding a new tag partner to avoid being stripped of those titles… and I know how important they are to you, they’re important to Dillinger Enterprises, too.
Dillinger: So how’s about this… You and your partner vs Dillinger Enterprises at a time to be determined. You put those tag titles on the line against my guys. You do that, I’ll get you your rematch with Parca.
Mark thinks for a moment, before nodding his head.
Mark Reese: You better not be tryin’ to get me lost in a cornfield here with your legal gymnastics and… Trapezoid schemes.
Mark Reese: But if that’s what it takes…
Dillinger: Do you shake? Shake?
Mark Reese: I’m no dog, I might not be as artic-you-late as the aristocrats you’re used to swapping wool with, but I’m no dummy.
Dennis Dillinger reaches his hand out slowly to Mark Reese, who pauses, before reluctantly shaking it and pulling Dillinger in, who is basically whimpering. Dillinger closes his eyes and braces for impact, but Mark just pulls him close and whispers to him
Mark Reese: Partner or no partner, I’m going to open up a couple of spots on Team Dillinger. You’ve got yourself a deal.
Dillinger smiles through the fear.
Dillinger: D-Deal.
Reese exits as Dillinger composes himself, straightens his suit jacket, and picks up the cellphone he dropped.
Dillinger: Hello? Sorry… I was preoccupied.
Dillinger: Oh… You heard that, huh? Well then you know everything is going according to plan… We’ll talk soon.
The fiscal foil smirks into the camera and flashes a wink as we fade.
