OCWFED.com Presents Riot

The pre-recorded video from earlier in the week starts on a bustling street in the Shibuya district of Tokyo. As the camera turns away from the masses of Japanese, it stops and focuses on a sign that says " ぱの道場" (Pine Dojo). The automatic sliding doors open up as the cameraman walks toward the entrance of the dojo. As the camera moves past the rooms of young Japanese wrestlers training, it stops at the large main training room at the end of the hallway. In the wrestling ring we find two familiar faces. The OCW World Champion Paul Pugh and his fellow C4 member, that Young Knock Out Kid, Mugen are seen running back and forth on the ropes as part of a warm up regiment. The two stop momentarily for a water break.

Pugh: I told you before, I don't need this training. You flew me out here for two days just to train? Mugen this is the last time I trust you... look at this cesspit. I remember why I left in the first place.

An old woman passes Pugh and coughs in his direction. He stares daggers at the ho, and shakes his head - clearly disgusted.

Mugen: I told you, I got a surprise.

Pugh: You've been saying that all day and I still don't know why we are in this ridiculous gym.

Mugen: Alright alright, I'll give you a hint. Remember when we first met in Japan years ago?

Pugh: I don't want to talk about those ridiculous tag matches... jesus Mugen, why do you constantly bring this up...

Mugen: Right, do you remember who our regular tag team partner was?

Pugh pauses and thinks for a moment.

Pugh: Bill... oh god...I absolutely despise you right now if the surprise is what I think.

Mugen: I told you that you should have learned to read Japanese when you were staying here. You could have easily seen what the sign said at the entrance.

Pugh: I thought I told you to shut up.

Mugen has a big sarcastic grin on his face as Pugh begins to shake his head. Suddenly a large figure is see walking from an entranceway behind the door. As the large hulking figure comes into focus, we see that it is the greatest Gaijin (foreign) wrestler in Japanese wrestling history, Bill Pine. He is wearing only his trademark American flag boxing trunks and holding a large binder almost overflowing with papers.

Pine: MUGEN! PUGH! It is so good to see you boys again after all these years.

Mugen goes up to his mentor and former trainer to shake his hand. Pugh reluctantly follows suit and nearly takes a running shoulder block from Bill Pine.

Pugh: Watch what you're doing you fat...

Pine: Sorry, got a little carried away, I suddenly got in the mood to just blast somebody with a shoulder block or a push.

Pine and Mugen start laughing really hard at the expense of Pugh.

Pine: So Mugen tells me he wants me to teach you guys some new techniques from yours truly.

Pugh: You couldn't be more wrong... right?

Pugh flashes Mugen a dirty look which goes unnoticed by Mugen.

Mugen: That's right! I need to freshen up my repertoire a bit and I thought since I got the week off from action, that I'd fly out here to train with you again. Then I thought, why not fly Pugh out here as well.

Pugh whispers something under his breath.

Pine: Well boys, you came to the right place! That's why I brought out my super secret binder of moves that I have been creating over the years and thought I teach you some of these. Now, I have to give you a disclaimer, many of these moves are purely experimental and I have never tried them out.

Pugh looks at the binder and shakes his head, quickly checking his watch.

Mugen: Sounds great, now where do we start?

Pugh and Mugen walk over to the huge binder which has been placed on the ringside steps. They start pulling out papers that are filled with diagrams, drawings and writing related to many of Bill Pine's created moves. Pugh seems really frustrated at what he is seeing. On the other hand, Mugen seems to be enjoying himself as he is actually trying to figure out how some of the techniques are performed. Pugh pulls a new piece of paper and begins to really seem frustrated after reading it.

Pugh: Really? Tower Kick of Doom 3? What kind of name is that for a kick?

Mugen: Don't doubt the master, it could be an amazing kick.

Pugh holds up the paper in front of Bill Pine's face

Pugh: What about Tower Kick of Doom 1 & 2?

Bill Pine has a big smile on his face and matter-of-factly goes....

Pine: Yes, 1 and 2 are even more devastating.

Pugh looks at him speechless with no emotion in his face and just places the piece of paper back in the binder. He begins to walk out of the main training room in anger.

Mugen: Come on! We could learn this move I just found! It's called Blackanese Arm Drag 2012!

The camera turns to Pugh as he is looking back at Mugen and giving him the middle finger. Mugen laughs it off and looks back at Bill Pine.

Mugen: So please show me how this Arm Drag is done sensei.

The video slowly fades to black as Mugen and Bill Pine are talking over their training session. 

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Live from Columbus, Ohio

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	Good Evening Ladies and Germs...Welcome to OCW Riot...we are live in the Nationwide Arena in Ohio and tonight is shaping up to be an awesome show.
	Is Bill Pine coming to OCW? He owes me money. Where is my money Bill Pine?
	I don't think he's... he can't... can he?

  

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The camera pans to the announce team.

	How will Pugh and Patolomai cope as a team against Cerberus?
	NO VIOLENCE SCAGGS... ITS NO VIOLENCE
	I see that... Um... Lets go backstage.

In the catacombs of the Nationwide Arena carpark, the North American champion can be sitting on the hood of his car, watching the entrance like a hawk. It's as if he's waiting on someone in particular.

Jacob Trance: "Hurry your ass up Stephen, we've got some talking to do."

Well, that's a dead give away. He waits on Aries, obviously looking to demand an explanation for everything that's going in with D'Angelo and himself, the situation made much more convoluted with his association with Sid Harrison, especially now that the two potential Aries clients are involved in a title match together.

Jacob Trance: "I know you'll show up eventually, it's just a matter of time."

A taxi swings into the ramp, bouncing over a speed bump as it descends. It draws to a halt and Jacob rises from his seated position and rushes the vehicle, scrabbling at the door handle and pulling it open. The camera pans down and reveals a rather shocked and confused looking Bobby Minio. Trance looks highly embarassed and backs up a little, mumbling an apology.

Jacob Trance: "Sorry, thought you were someone else..."

At that he turns as Minio pays the cab driver and vacates the vehicle.

Bobby Minio: "Maybe I can help point you in the right direction?"

Jacob pauses and turns slowly, eyeing the man up. He's a veteran in the industry, Jacob shrugs.

Jacob Trance: "Ah, what the hell it's worth a shot..."

Bobby waits with the patience of a saint.

Jacob Trance: "Maybe you can give me some advice on a few things... You've been around the block."

Minio nods, offering a smile to the younger man.

Bobby Minio: "Go on."

Jacob rubs the back of his neck, suddenly feeling a little awkward as he looks around the parking lot, attempting to formulate his thoughts into words.

Jacob Trance: "Well... I have a situation involving my future brother-in-law... It seems he's siding with a guy that wants to hurt me, really badly, and I can't prove it... So I'm just..."

Jacob waves his hands in a comical manner, pointing around the parking lot.

Jacob Trance: "Waiting around to confront him, or something."

Minio, having listened to the situation simply nods sagely before giving his advice.

Bobby Minio: "Expect the worst, hope for the best, but don't rush anything. Chasing someone around trying to run them down about a suspicion? Where can that possibly get you? Be smart, be prepared, watch your back. Meet whatever is coming on YOUR terms, but don't get caught overreaching."

Jacob nods before offering his hand in gratitude. Bobby shakes it, nodding, before turning to walk away.

Bobby Minio: "Good luck."

Jacob Trance: "Thank you... And if you ever need anything just give me a shout."

The pair go their seperate ways, Jacob pausing as Minio departs into the backstage area, the Chicago born champion returns to his perch, sitting on his car and waiting.

	Nice to see he's waiting...
	Don't talk to him Minio, he'll only bring you down!
	I don't think thats the views of OCW

The Ballad of Tiger Minio

Bobby Minio vs Tiger Man

The scene is started with the all to familiar Stacey Clarke as she makes her way through the backstage. The camera follows closely by her as she makes her way quickly to the back area.

She makes her way to the back and her face brightens, indicating who she has been searching for has been found.

Clark: We need an explanation into what happened last week...

A sigh is heard out of camera shot and as the camera zooms out, Justin Raze comes into the scene, still wearing the all to familiar helmet, shades, military vest, and new ring gear.

Raze: Yes, I suppose I do owe an explanation into what happened last week.

Raze: When I was in the army before I came to OCW, I was a three star General that lead the Recon unit during Desert Storm.

Clark: Don't Generals' usually set the fights out and give the orders?

Raze: Yes they usually do but that was not for me, I had to be in the thick of the action, I couldn't set behind a desk and sign papers while I knew my unit was out there risking their lives, so I went out there to lead them and fight with them.

Raze: With all the terrible things that I saw and the terrible things I did, I suppressed those memories and kept on fighting through the war. At the end of the war since I kept suppressing those memories, I developed PTSD.

Clark: PTSD?

Raze: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Stacey, a common thing that seems to affect all of those that were in Desert Storm. I sometimes have an alter ego because of this, because of the memories that take me back there. It causes me to turn back into....General Raze.

Raze: I still know whats going on, but it's a lot harder to control when the General is here.

Clark: So was that you or-.

Raze: DID YOU JUST ADDRESS A SUPERIOR OFFICE WITHOUT SALUTING THEM?!?!

Clark: I..uh...

Raze: SEEMS LIKE WHAT WE HAVE HERE IS A FAILURE TO COMMUNICATE!!

Clark: General, may I ask you a question?

Raze: PROCEED MAGGOT!

Clark: What exactly were you declaring war on last week....sir?

Raze: ARE YOU TO STUPID TO UNDERSTAND THE WORDS THAT CAME OUT OF MY MOUTH LAST WEEK?!?!

Raze: LET ME SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU BECAUSE APPARENTLY YOUR DEAF!!

Raze: I FIGURED IT WOULD BE OBVIOUS....INJUSTICE!!!

Clark: What kind of Injustice...sir?

Raze: YOUR STUPIDER THAN SOME OF THE MARINES I HAVE TRAINED!!

Raze: INJUSTICES SUCH AS...WORLD HUNGER, POVERTY, GREED, AND ANY OTHER INJUSTICE I CAN'T THINK OF RIGHT NOW!!!

Clark: And..how do you plan to solve all these Injustices...sir?

Raze: ITS OBVIOUS...WRESTLING!!!

Clark: How is that suppose to solve these...Injustices?

Raze: LISTEN UP HERE YOU SCROTUM SACK, YOU APPARENTLY DON'T UNDERSTAND MY SUPERIOR INTELLECTUAL MILITARY MIND, THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T SEE HOW MY PLAN TO SOLVE ALL THESE INJUSTICES ARE GOING TO WORK!!!

Clark: I guess not, but anyways, what happened to your side kick last week...sir?

Raze: Stacey, I apologize about that, I couldn't get control of it until now. Anyway though, Raze Jr is competing in the Special Olympics...BECAUSE HE THINKS HE IS SO SPECIAL!!!

Clark: Uh..Raze?

Raze: GENERAL RAZE YOU INFERIOR!!!

With that Raze lowers himself and launches himself towards Stacey just as she moves out of the way, putting the camera man directly in the path of the Spear that was aimed for her. 

Raze then stands up, and salutes the fallen camera man. Stacey stands in shock.

The video then cuts out, but the audio can then be heard.

Clark: Was that really necessary?

Raze: DAMMIT WOMAN IT IS GENERAL AND YES, IT WAS A NECESSARY SACRIFICE FOR VICTORY!!!

The audio cuts out, and we cut to commercial.

It has definitely been a long day for one Tiberius Octavian Dupree. Evident by the heavy bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. A few small shaving cuts pepper his lower chin, botching his perfect portrait of Betterness. The involuntary nerve spasms that have been plaguing Tibby for weeks now have contributed to many long days.

The camera pans out to show the OMG locker room, complete with a yoga mat, a small office area, a leather couch, large HD television, multiple gaming systems, and various other necessities. At this moment in time the other members of OMG are off completing worldly quests of their own, while Tibby is researching espionage tactics used during the French and Indian War.

Writing on a yellow notepad adjacent to his laptop, erasing every few seconds due to his twitch, he nervously reacts to a soft knock on the door. He refuses to let his Betterness be distracted and continues with his research, until he nearly falls out his chair from repeated hammer fists hitting he door.

Tibby immediately hops to his feet picks up the large plastic Viking axe Hideto uses for his LARP conventions and hides it behind his back before reaching for the door. He slowly opens the door, pulls the plastic axe over his head with his other hand.

???: You seen Molly anywhere?

Paying no attention to the plastic battle axe ready to spill her life's blood, Jessica Jessie stands there bouncy and cheerful as ever.

Dupree: Are you insane woman, I don't sell drugs!

He twitches one time before slamming the door in the dopey Bombshell's face. Just as he reaches his desk to finish his research, there's another knock at the door. Tibby doesn't bother with the axe and rushes the door, then swings it open...

Dupree: I told you I don't have any molly you lunatic!!

It's not Jessica Jessie, unless Jessica Jessie shape shifted into a white version of Bill Cosby, sweater and all. He definitely looks a lot closer to 1000 years old than seventy, but has a smooth educated voice with a Midwest accent.

???: My apologies sir, I'm not looking for any narcotics, I'm Dr. Craven Hardwood and I'm here to talk to you Mr. Dupree...

Dupree: I don't know you... nor do I want to know you. 

Dupree: For all I know you could be a C4 sleeper cell trying to sabotage my very existence! Or maybe your selling outdated BuffBlaster by the barrel, I don't care....I don't know you, that sweater disturbs my Betterness...now go away!

Tibby tries to slam the door in his face, but Dr. Hardwood wedges his foot in the door and slides in a peice of paper. Tibby picks up the document reading it while still trying to jam the door closed.

Dr. Hardwood: Due to recent events you must undergo weekly psychological treatment while employed under OCW contract, so please open the door sir, I only wish to help you young man. 

Still refusing to open the door, the old man gives it a slight nudge with his shoulder and the door gives way. Tibby stumbles a few steps back amazed by the old man's strength. 

Dupree: Britneyheart sent you didn't he?

The old doctor nods with a wrinkled smirk. They take seats across from each other, Tibby on the couch, while Dr. Hardwood pulls up a chair. The old shrink pulls out some folders from a satchel and spectacles.

Dupree: Can you hurry up, I'm quite busy.

Dr. Hardwood: Very well, let's begin with a quick Rorschach Test.

He holds up the first ink blot for Tibby, which looks like a demon face.

Dr. Hardwood: What do you see?

Dupree: A solar paneled neanderthal defecating in four corners.

He holds up another card, as Tibby twitches.

Dupree: A spineless Benedict Arnold swallowing three swords.

Again he holds up another, this one looks like two water snakes intertwined.

Dupree: The Chinese word for 'poser' written in Japanese. (Twitch)

The old man's eyebrows rise as he presents the fourth card.

Dr. Hardwood: Interesting. What about this one?

Dupree: The permanent stain Paul Pube left on OCW's legacy.

The camera fades to commercial as he current time for this segment has ran longer than scheduled. It will be continued later in the show.