Ladies and Gentleman we are back on the scene! With RIOT 606!
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We pan to the backstage area where Tiberius Octavian Dupree, OCW General Manager is arguing with the staff member responsible for general services in MSG. The stocky staff member with more keys than a janitor stands with his arms folded as Dupree cries;
Dupree: What do you mean it’s under construction?!
Stocky staff man: That’s what the sign says sir.
Dupree: How am I supposed to phreaking work, with no goddamn office?!
Stocky staff man: You will have to take that up with management sir.
Dupree: I am management.
They both stare at each other with stoic indignation when Jim Black stumbles into the scene.
Jim Black: Dupree, Dupree a few words?
Tibby mumbles under his breath before acknowledging Jim.
Dupree: Under phreaking construction my arse… Yes Jimbo I always have words. So many words you might need to lay down.
Jim Black: Well then…What do you think about EMP being fired by Drago at Lution? What does that mean for you?
Dupree: It means it’s one less mess I have to clean up, one less animol I have to put down. But we’ve both been here long enough to know, it’s never over, even when it’s over.
Jim Black: Interesting, I figured you would be a little more happy, considering the things she’s said about you over the months.
Dupree cracks his classic half smile at Jim.
Dupree: When you have been verbally flayed by Bobby Minio and systematically spit on by The Steve, words from a mere child mean very little Jimbo.
Dupree: I’ll be happy when I can get in my damn office!
Jim Black, Dupree and the stocky staff man all stare at the “Under Construction” sign on the door as the camera fades.
Furiosa: “Good evening my little marionettes. I know all of you are wondering how I feel about what happened to Kasstianity and Emp at Wrestlution.
Furiosa: Despite Chris Greene and that wretched traitor Harvey - Also despite Zoe failing to perform after a stanky leg foot stomp, as you can see I’m feeling just fine.
Furiosa looks back at TOG and they all shake their heads in agreement.
Furiosa: You all failed miserably to understand that we won the war well before Wrestlution when Kasstianity and TOG joined forces against the top women in OCW at Road To Glory.
Crowd boos but Furiosa continues to talk calmly through the noise.
Furiosa: Harri Etiquette stopped her dancing and singing ever since. Terra lost her job and is now sitting at home rubbing her wife’s belly after indulging herself with some humble Kass Cakes.
Furiosa: And THE FORMER OCW Womens Champion Jasmin Kaffee has her boyfriend d(beep)k stuck in her mouth - She no longer can compete.
Furiosa begins to clap through the boos as you can see TOG chuckle in the background.
Furiosa: But anyways, that means The OCW Womens Championship is up for grabs and there’s no doubt in my mind that Shianne here will bring the gold to TOG.
Furiosa: Kameyo, I’m sure you’ll get an invite. As for me, I’m the longest reigning OCW Womens Champion. I don’t have a single thing to prove to any one you disgusting people. I do however have one thing to prove….
Furiosa: That is to prove once and for all that Zoe Cohle is the weakest link in the womens division. I mean let’s face it, she lost twice to the Future Investor Lotus Flojo. That’s someone I devoured to start my historic reign as Womens Champion. Not to mention, she was the weakest link in Kasstianity. I blame her for costing us both titles.
Furiosa: So while I help TOG secure the women’s championship, they’re going to help me devour Zoe Cohle once and for all.
Furiosa opens her arms wide and starts to dance as “Marionette” plays over the PA system. Shianne and Kameyo look at each other puzzled as Furiosa dances around the ring.
She stops dancing and makes her way out the ring. Furiosa turns around and notices TOG still standing in the ring. She waves them down to follow her out.
They both shake their heads in disbelief and follow Furiosa up the ramp to exit with her.
A large navy blue limousine pulls up in front of the arena, the camera racing from the front to the back car alongside the driver, who slowly opens the limo door. Stepping out one foot at a time, carrying a massive Gucci handbag is Deborah Soto.
She lets out an exasperated sigh.
Deborah: Ugh. This place needs renovations. Maybe that’s the first thing I’ll do when I win the world-
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK
The sound of a car horn blares in Soto’s ear, forcing her hands over her ears. She angrily looks behind her limo at a small red sports car. The ignition shuts off and stepping out of the car is Ashley Moore.
Ashley: Hey, the lines on the ground are not for aesthetic reasons.
Deborah: You no good- No. You know what, I’m not even letting your broke ass shake me tonight.
Moore chuckles under her breath and steps up to Deborah.
Ashley: Oh don’t tell me you think you’re going to win this new tournament… I mean, I know I’m not in it, so your chances are better on that front.
Deborah: Psh, yeah. You’re not in it because you are OLD NEWS. Looks like the yuppie suits upstairs finally figured out that I am what this company needs to carry the torch.
Ashley: What are you going to do? Get fired again?
Deborah removes her designer sunglasses to stare down at Ashley, who stands her ground. They both look to their side to see two pairs of feet clicking across the concrete on their way inside.
Iceman: Ladies, please! There’s no need to fight in the parking lot. I got this mystery solved for you already, dig it?
The Iceman Nate Mac approaches with his wife, Marisa Welch-Mac, the calm and confident demeanors only serve to further agitate Soto and Moore.
Iceman: I got your next World Women’s Wrestling champion right here. The beautiful, talented, Sex Metal Barbie… My Marisa’s got this all locked up.
Marisa: That’s right, boo. But… We can let these two have their tizzy. It’s always fun watching them get so riled up.
Marisa: Besides… I’ll have my chance to make change out of their $5 asses next week on Turmoil 300. No need to break up the children tonight. I’ve got a tournament match to win.
Marisa blows a kiss to Soto and Ashley Moore as she walks inside with The Iceman.
Deborah: God, she is the worst.
Ashley: Even worse than you.
The two women look at each other, startled in their agreement, before shaking their heads and scoffing at one another. Deborah steps past Moore and heads inside.
ROOKIE DEBUT SAMMUEL OMEN
vs.
GONZALO MUNOZ
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the sprawling landscape, Aries and his lawyer, Brian Feinstein, pulled up in a sleek black sedan outside The GOAT Academy.
The school, once a powerhouse in both academics and sports, stood tall, its grand façade evoking memories of Aries' own triumphs and struggles within those walls.
Aries emerged from the car, exuding an aura of confidence. Dressed in a tailored tracksuit, he looked every bit the successful legend he had become in the world of professional wrestling. Brian followed closely, carrying a briefcase filled with legal documents that would seal the Academy’s fate.
As they walked toward the entrance, memories flooded Aries' mind. He could almost hear the echoes of cheers and jeers, the camaraderie among teammates, and the stern voices of his former teachers. The air was thick with anticipation as they approached the imposing doors.
The entrance was adorned with a large, intricately carved wooden sign that read "The GOAT Academy." Aries paused for a moment, his gaze fixed upon those familiar words. He clenched his fists, a determined fire igniting within him. Today, he would reclaim what was rightfully his.
Brian pushed open the heavy doors, revealing a grand hallway adorned with portraits of past principals, teachers, and notable alumni. The polished marble floors reflected the soft light emanating from the crystal chandeliers hanging above.
As they made their way deeper into the academy, they encountered Chance Williams, the current administrator, and Derek Smith, the young OCW superstar with limitless potential.
Aries and Brian approached the men with purpose. The tension in the air was palpable. Brian handed over the legal documents, each page bearing the weight of Aries' determination. Chance and Derek skimmed through the papers.
Chance: We thought you were gone. We watched the match, you… you were dead. What’s going on? I don’t understand.
Feinstein holds a hand up toward Aries having him not speak to Chance or Derek. Feinstein clears his throat as he fixes his suit jacket.
Feinstein: Well gentlemen, unfortunately you two are no longer employed, endorsed, or supported by the GOAT Academy. Aries has made the executive decision to part ways with you two and venture onto different avenues.
Derek and Chance look appalled not believing what they are hearing. Chance looks at all the paperwork and can’t begin to fathom what Feinstein is saying. Chance looks over to Aries with a dejected look.
Chance: That really how you feel? After all this time? After all the time I held this place down? After all the effort me and Derek out into here? After all the things Bobbi did for here? That’s how we’re gonna do things Aries?
Chance: Do you have anything you wanna say? Instead of letting your stupid fat puppet? ANYTHING!?
Derek pulls Chance away trying to calm his tag partner in the meanwhile. Derek looks to Feinstein and Aries with rage built into his eyes.
Derek: So you’re telling me after all this time, after being “dead”. You wanna come back and reclaim the sh*% me and Chance built. HELL NO!
Derek: How can you come in here and even claim GOAT Academy? WE HELD IT DOWN! But this is the thanks we get for carrying YOUR legacy?
Aries looks at his former students, but stays silent. He folds his arms, nods his head, and turns to the side, giving Derek and Chance the silent treatment.
Feinstein rubs the back of his head and forces out a chuckle, he looks to Derek, a young man he helped bring into this business and remains firm.
Feinstein: Derek, I’m sorry. But this is his decision, the GOAT will have his wishes respected. Please take all of your belongings and any other items you’d like to keep. You have twenty-four hours and then the building will be locked.
Feinstein looks over to Chance who still is just staring lasers through the papers he was handed. Chance not knowing where to really begin is overwhelmed with emotion
Feinstein: Chance, with all of your contributions toward the academy Aries and I have written up a farewell package for all your troubles.
Chance looks away from the papers turning his attention toward Feinstein. He remains silent staring at the lawyer who is now sweating with panic, switching from Feinstein to Aries, Chance stares daggers at his once hero.
Chance: You can keep your farewell package and shove it. How're you okay doing any of this? I don’t even recognize the man standing over there.
Derek pushes Chance back before getting face to face with the man he considered his mentor
Derek: You know what Chance, I do know who this is. It isn’t the man who trained us or built this Academy. It isn’t the man who was with us through thick and thin and supported us.
Derek: This, right here in front of us, is Aries. The man who has accomplished so much, and never cared about who he crossed in the process. Stephen Mcallum died in the ring that night didn’t he?
Derek stares down Aries with anger in pain in his eyes, as he former mentor has just kicked him out of his so-called home
Derek: You know what? Fuck this, we’ll just leave now.
Derek turns his back as he starts towards the door as Chance gives one final look up and down at Aries before shaking his head and following Derek as the camera fades to black.
The bustling noises of a busy commercial airport bring us into the scene. The view focused on the many pairs of feet passing each other on their way to their destination.
Eventually, the sound of a rolling suitcase grows louder, until the view focuses solely on the large black luggage case rolling across the colorfully painted tiling on the floor. The luggage, and the person holding it, move at a much slower pace than those around it.
It comes to a sudden stop as the view pans up to see the navigation screen, showing all of the departing flights for the day and which gate they are leaving from.
We focus on one departure in particular. Flight 617 from Lincoln, Nebraska to JFK International Airport in New York City.
As the other items on the screen begin to blur out, the view switches to the sombre face of Sue Plex, the woman rolling her luggage. She murmurs “A8” to herself and nods, letting out a deep breath. She peers down, but her thought is interrupted by a familiar voice.
Terra: Are you okay?
Sue snaps her head around to see her wife approaching her.
Terra: I came out of the restroom and you were over here.
Sue offers up a meek smile before responding.
Sue: Oh, yeah, sorry plum-fairy. I just, y’know how it is… I don’t like travellin’ alone incase I wind up going to Birmingham England instead of Birmingham, Alabama. Almost missed KD’s barbecue ‘cause of that! And now I don’t have my emotional support human helpin’ me… And it’s just… I feel a bit lost without being lost.
Terra: Please do not cry, I believe I have done that enough for the both of us.
Sue laughs as she attempts to hold back tears.
Sue: See it’s this… You’re so much stronger. I don’t want to travel the world when my freakin’ world is right here!
Terra: I feel the same way… But there is too much good in the world to spend all of my time being sad or regretting my decisions. Good like you, my love.
Terra: You have much bigger things to worry about than little ole’ me anyways, remember?
Terra lifts Sue’s chin up and reaches for her hand, bringing it up in between them.
Terra: It has taken a long time for me to really believe you… When you told me I have not let you down… All of those times I promised I was going to win that women’s championship… For you, for me, for everyone who has ever believed in me.
Terra: I think… Somewhere, I still think that I have, in some ways. I can never fulfill that promise, now.
Terra: …But listen. I do not regret a single moment. Without everything that I have been through, I never would have met you.
Sue smiles back and nods as she listens.
Terra: And all this time I thought I was the one who was going to bring that championship home for us… But it was never about me. It has been you all along.
Terra: Now please, love… Do not worry about me. I will always be watching, supporting, and cheering you on from here… Our home.
Terra: Please. Go put that tiny woman in her place. Go win that championship. I believe in you!
Sue: I’m gonna beat her like I’m Claudio Stardom and she's underpaid and under-appreciated OCW security.
Terra smiles back at the excitement from Sue and pulls her in for a final kiss goodbye.
Terra: Don’t be late.
Sue nods and turns to leave, looking over her shoulder one last time before going through security as she leaves Terra behind. She takes a huge breath and steps through the airport gate, so many doubts in her mind.
Previously Recorded
The scene is set at the apartment of RyVaughn, 145 street & Adam Clayton Powell Jr Blvd. Sitting there, feet up on a cream colored plush couch is none other than RyVaughn. He’s wearing a set of tan satin pjs and covering his face oddly is a plain white mask in the expression of a frown.
He slowly leans forward and removes the mask, tossing it behind him. A sadistic grin on his face.
RyVaughn: Oh Telos, you’re lucky I’m suspended this week. I hope you didn’t forget about me Sir. Cause I surely haven’t forgotten about you. The past couple of weeks I’ve just been on a little detour. You know family business. But you best believe that next weekend at Turmoil 300 you are going to have my full undivided attention.
RyVaughn: The masks are coming off Los. I will show you and the world that you are beneath me. You failed in the Future Investment Ladder Match at Wrestlution. And you sure as hell are going to fail against me.
RyVaughn: Cos’ I am going to be the LAST MAN STANDING! Not only will I be victorious, but I vow to make you bleed! You’re going to gagging on a pool of your own blood underneath that mask you hide behind. And then when I’m finished with you, I’m going to have my boy Dev pick the bones. You’re going to regret the day you ever crossed paths with me!
RyVaughn: Turmoil 300 will be your end game, Telos. Cos’ you’re going to feel the force that is taking over OCW. You’re going to feel the Mass Effect!
And with that said RyVaughn picks up his cocktail off of the coffee table, takes a big sip, and sits back smugly on the couch. The scene fades out on a very confident RyVaughn.
The scene opens in with the camera moving outside of the Server Farm. The camera stops once the entire building is in focus. The camera hovers over the security fence that stands 10 feet high with barbed wire on the outside.
It goes around the building as neighbors can be seen walking by the facility on the sidewalk nearby as the sun just begins to rise for the day. The camera now focuses on BASH who has just entered the outer perimeter of compound returning from his morning workout.
BASH: Ah now let me head in for my morning training.
BASH walks into the Server Farm. The camera follows him over to the wrestling ring. He rolls into the ring quickly and begins to run the ropes. Quickly notifications begin going on the DNS style green Digital Hack Watch BASH wears.
BASH: Why so many notifications so early, I have just gotten in the ring.
BASH scoffs as he looks down at his watch. He reads each of the messages and takes a deep breath before speaking again. BASH begins to remark about the first message he read.
BASH: The time is now to launch our attack, now let me inform the others.
BASH rolls out of the wrestling ring and walks across the Server Farm into his office. He then turns on his computer and displays the messages full screen on his large displays in his office. The camera moves to the screen and the messages read as follows. Message 1 from Hack_Alerts_DNS “Recon complete, attack prep done, attack is ready to be executed’.
Message 2 from Jynx “BASH I have come across some information you’ll find intriguing, use as you can to further our cause and The Worm… Grand Cayman Bank, Account Number: 925892, Routing Number: 629629”. Message 3 from Private “Who are you these days?”. BASH turns his attention to message number 1.
BASH: The time has come to launch my attack on the false prophecies of OCW!
BASH: The Malware infection will seep into your veins; you just wait for it; the legend of your fall will far outweigh that of your fake prophecies.
BASH: It is only a matter of time before those who worship you see you for the fake you truly are!
BASH turns his attention to message number 2. He rubs his beard with his hands and gives his screen an intrigued look.
BASH: What do we have here? I wonder where our friend Jynx “The Liberator” has brought to me.
BASH brings up the terminal on his computer, and quickly writes a script to pull the amount of money in the account. His eyes open wide, and he glares at the computer screen.
BASH: 5 million dollars I see, well that is now property of the DarkNET Society!
BASH executes the hack on the Bank account and leaves the account empty. BASH immediately disperses the funds into each member of the DarkNET Society accounts in the amount of 1 million dollars each. BASH chuckles.
BASH: BASH always makes the hack!
BASH returns to the messages and looks over message 3. He quickly deletes it and takes a couple of deep breaths. BASH walks over to and gets back into the wrestling ring. He calls HTB over and begins his daily training as the camera fades away.
