Ladies and Gentleman we are back on the scene! With ULTRA RIOT 579
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OCW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
H20 vs. IJITU QUARTZ(C)
Standing tall is the black and white banner that belongs to the most prominent team in sports history, The Wrestling Club.
The camera slowly lowers and pans back to show three men literally looking up to their name. The back of one jacket reads “TWC is Fundamentals”, the other reads “The Real KANG” and last reads "The PROPHET".
All three men turn in unison to face the camera.
Marcus: Excuse my absence on Turmoil last week citizens of OCW. I was a bit under the weather and was struck with sickness at my first fall of defeat at the hands of Sanctum.
Marcus: You all have been manipulated by the elites that run this company. That I am juiced, that I am an explicit word that my name follows behind. These inaccurate rumors are injurious to the fans that have faith in The Wrestling Club.
Marcus: I am here to challenge those rumors. I am here to restore your faith back into The Wrestling Club. I want you all to promise me not to forget what I’ve done in the minor leagues; where I was denied a title shot after lying down every opponent that stepped into this ring. Promise me not to forget what I’ve done to your champions at Super S-Cup that you all had faith in. Restore your faith in me.
Marcus: In return I will promise you I will not forget what Everette and DOC has done to my comrade Mr. Carter and myself. I will promise you I won’t forget what Sanctum has done. Mr. Elliot will not forget what Derek has started. WE, The Wrestling Club won’t forget that we are still the most dominant force over Sanctum, Wolves of Vanguard and every other faction that believes in the rumors the elite has bestowed onto us.
Marcus puts his hands in the pockets of his sweater and nods his head towards John Carter.
John: See the Wolves are trying to get involved in our business. We had a problem with Sanctum but Derek now wants to get involved and put his hands on Parker for absolutely no reason. Now he’s claiming we ruined their chances at a tag title opportunity?
John chuckles to himself.
John: The Wolves really think they have a chance at the tag team championships? I find this absolutely silly, they have Tre who’s more worried about conspiracy theories of him being held down, they got Nate Mac who’s too busy trying to please his girl to be successful, then there’s Derek. Derek has been at odds with me ever since he got here. He couldn’t even get past Dylan Kinder so what makes him think he stands a chance against the better version of the Wrestling Club.
John: Sanctum, Wolves, look at the men you are going up against. We are all more successful than you will ever be. Marcus the winner of the 2021 Scup. Elliot Future Investment winner and multiple time World Championship challenger. Then myself, former Light Heavyweight champion, killer of The King. None of you will be as successful as us.
Finishing what he has to say, he gestures toward Elliot Parker, who looks much more stern than usual.
Parker: Brothers, we stand on the cusp of greatness. We are closer than we have ever been to the mountaintop. The elites you speak of, Marcus, are baring their fangs and frothing at the mouth at our downfall. They want to see us wither away and become dust. And yet, here we are.
Parker: Wolves, if you think that sending a pup to scare a bear was a good idea, then you know nothing of the woods. I applaud you though, because for the first time in months, someone who spoke ill of me had the courage to step to me. Your reward? An early retirement.
Parker: Sanctum, as I said before, you got lucky. You beat an injured man and rode that wave to an undeserved title shot. I have nothing to say to you but keep the titles warm for us. We will collect them soon.
Marcus: Restore your faith….
Mr. Marcus looks at Elliot, then Carter and now towards the camera.
Marcus: …in The Wrestling Club. Our best is yet to come.
Elliot Parker nods his head to his associates as all three men leave the locker room. The camera pans back towards The Wrestling Club Banner as we cut to the next scene.
GRAND OPENING GRAND CLOSING CONNOR vs. OWEN
We cut backstage, where the Hollywood USA lockerroom… is in the process of being renovated. A hand pulls the tag team’s sign off the door and pastes up Cort Marshall instead, while the man himself is sitting looking morose. The room is noticeably barren, with most of Jehst’s workout equipment and posters gone. All that’s really left is a minifridge and a TV.
Nevermind, someone’s coming in to take the minifridge.
Cort: Hey. Hey. What are you doing with my fridge.
Staff: That’s a rental. Jehst was payin’ for it.
Cort: A rental minifridge? Is OCW that broke?
Staff: Listen, the ‘08 financial crisis changed a lot of company policy.
Cort: Well, I’LL rent the minifridge.
Staff: You’ll need to fill out this form.
He hands him a gigantic pink-papered bible, like the kind used to rent out carpet cleaners in towns where the main economy is meth and meth-related team sports.
Cort: I hate my life.
Staff: Here’s a pen.
Cort: I hate this pen!
Cort starts filling it out before looking back up at the staff member wheeling the fridge out.
Cort: Hey. HEY. MY BEER.
He throws the binder down and crawls to the fridge, scooping all the cans out, getting ice all over the floor. He shoves them into a little pyramid next to the bench, returning to the form as the employee leaves, dragging the last vestige of locker room luxury with him.
Cort looks at the cans.
Cort: Guess I better drink some before they warm up…
We tune in to the P3 Soundstage, where Drago and Mugen are watching Bubba, Mac, and Tosh play musical chairs with a single chair remaining. “Fred” is finishing up an amazon drum solo, and wraps up by headbutting the drum so hard, he puts his head through it.
The animols scramble to sit in the chair. Bubba pushes them aside and tries to sit on it but his sheer weight crushes the seat. The crowd claps. Young Ryan quickly cleans up the mess as the doges and cet return to their spots.
Drago and Mugen are slingshotted out of their seats, positioned center stage.
Mugen: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got a great show for you tonight.
Drago: Our special guests tonight have many championships and crown! One of them is even KING of OCW! But wait….
Drago thinks.
Drago: Why they called Uncrowned?
Mugen: PLEASE WELCOME ANTONIO EVERRETT AND DOC GREEN TO THE SHOW!
The Uncrowned come out of the curtain to a raucous applause, waving to the studio audience. Drago and Mugen shake their hands and show them to their seats right beside Drago on the couch.
Mugen: We had Doc attend one of our seminars a while ago, and I think we got off on the wrong foot. But I’m happy to say that it’s all water under the bridge now.
Doc: Nahhhh man, it’s all good now, you dun know. Man’s was hot back then, man’s not hot anymore… perspiration ting.
Mugen: You guys have been pretty busy as of late. Antonio’s over here defending his CCW Championship against Jacob Trance……
Drago: Yeah he like Godzilla, he big bubba. How you gonna fight a big grizzly bear?
Antonio: Nah, don’t you worry, I’ve been working on a couple things. I’ll be running rings around him and I’ll gas him out. Then I’ll hope he doesn’t catch me with a swift one before I catch him, easy.
Mugen: Not to mention, you’re in hot water with The Wrestling Club. Is it because they never invited you? I figure it’s kinda like the Beat Drago Club. Members only! Check the jacket!
The “Best in the World” scoffs at Mugen’s remark as Mugen is seen pointing in an imaginary direction.
Drago: Is pretty hard to get In Da Club.
Mugen smiles.
Mugen: Go shorty, it’s your birthday!
Drago: Make Valmont beatdowns like it’s your birthday!
The Uncrowned look at each other confused for a moment, but with a shared nod bust down into a vossi bop, before being interrupted by the sound of Graham Greene III stepping up to the soundstage, donning an attire reminiscent of Sherlock Holmes; wearing a brown wool guards coat with a suit underneath along with a dark blue scarf. He eyes Antonio and points at him.
GGIII: Oi, sorry to interrupt, but I’ve got an announcement to make. That man is not who you think he is!
Mugen: This is blasphemy!
Drago: This is madness!
Antonio: I don’t think you have the facilities for that big man.
Graham looks at Doc.
GGIII: I know it’s a shock, but listen and you’ll understand. I’ve got undisputed evidence!
Graham retrieves a pipe and smokes the pipeweed, going into deep thought. He points once more toward Antonio.
GGIII: Mans don’t wear socks.
Scattered murmurs can be heard from the crowd.
GGIII: Mans calls himself The Tarantula.
Mugen raises an eyebrow.
Graham points to Drago.
GGIII: Mans rolled up Drago!
The crowd gasps in collective shock while Drago looks confused. It takes him a second, but he realizes where Graham’s going with this and almost explodes in laughter, covering his mouth.
Mugen: Old sport, this is serious.
Mugen says this as he struggles to keep it together.
GGIII: That was strike three, but I’ll give you another one bruv.
GGIII: Mans got three Ts in his name! AnTonio EverreTT. Therefore, in conclusion…..
Graham faces the studio audience.
GGIII: He’s like a black Spider or somefin’!
The crowd goes into an uproar while Drago laughs so hard he clutches his stomach in pain.
Antonio: Oi, why is a mans called ‘Graham’ tryna step to me when he’s sat there looking like Inspector Dickhead!
Doc: Rah, enough of this rasclaat’s wild accusations! Man’s is no TTTing!
The Uncrowned boys start laughing between themselves now too.
Antonio: Nah, you’re a proper wrongen if you think I’d have anything to do with that dead group. Don’t come at me with those accusations, man! It’s disrespectful!
Mugen: I think we can all agree who is truly disrespectful! That is that rat bastard Ryu Matsumoto. He constantly escapes the grasps of The Cube and does unspeakable things. I’m sorry we got caught up in accusing you of TTT but you can never be sure these days. The TTT-virus spreads faster than a pandemic.and I won’t stop until it is eradicated. Ooooh I can’t wait until there’s a vaccine for the stupid Trash. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH F*** YOU VINCENT VALMONT!
The Uncrowned, Drago and Graham are all completely wide eyed and surprised by the mini-rant that Mugen just went on. Mugen comes back to his senses.
Mugen: Oh wow, I blacked out what happened there old sport.
Drago: You go on wild rant. Energy like bubba. Like a lion. Big bubba energy.
At this moment Young Ryan pops up out of nowhere.
Young Ryan: Did somebody say like a Ryan?
The Uncrowned both look at each other and shrug.
Doc: Who’s mans is this?
Antonio: This mans lookin like he really part of TTT.
Young Ryan poses and attempts to roundhouse kick Antonio but he ducks it and Doc instead uppercuts him through the ceiling of the soundstage.
Young Ryan: URHGHHHHHH—
Drago: Oh he dead dead.
Mac, Tosh and Bubba all bark and roar “Damn B”
“Sensational Impersonator”: I HATE DAT MADAFU—--
At this point, he is also sent through the roof in the same hole that Young Ryan made.
