MANHATTAN CENTER, NYC

The camera pans to the announce team.

	It's the 2nd day of Spring and it's cold as hell!
	But don't worry Riot is still on fire!

	We have a great show for you tonight!
	So strap in!

The camera pans to the ramp!

As Bobby Minio paces around the ring the crowd attempts to decide how they should be reacting. To call the reaction mixed would be an understatement, in reality, the confusion sounds as if someone had accidentally booked a Sanders rally and a Trump rally in the same venue.

Minio watches them through shifting eyes before reaching up for the towel around his neck. He walks toward the ropes dabbing his forehead with the towel as he reaches for a mic with his free hand.

Bobby Minio: Sometimes… an idea can act, or exist, something like a growth. No, better yet, a tumor.

He paces more, swinging the towel back over his shoulder before turning back down to his mic.

Bobby Minio: It plants itself on your brain. It embeds itself, growing roots. Gradually, that idea, that tumor, it begins spreading. Into other thoughts, into other sections of your brain.

Bobby Minio: It’s no longer an idea, no it’s more than that now. It’s taken your entire logic-center hostage. It creeps in at the corners of your memories. You begin to view your entire life through this lens.

Bobby Minio: This idea can be something simple. It can be a regret, over a mistake, over a decision… but for this specific purpose, for the sake of THIS conversation? That idea is that someone is better than you.

Bobby Minio: They’re better than this entire roster. This entire company. They are simply better.

Minio pauses for a beat, pondering the idea himself. He nods, confidently, knowingly.

Bobby Minio: So the idea that you are facing your better, your superior, it sits there, it festers and it grows, until this idea is inoperable. It simply… is. It’s crushing you under its weight, it has redefined you as a person. You start to question how long it has been there… if it has always been there.

His pacing stops and he shrugs toward the hard camera.

Bobby Minio: That’s all irrelevant, because it’s here now and that’s the only damn thing that matters. When you let an idea take over and assimilate your thoughts like this, regardless of it’s basis in reality, it becomes FACT.

Bobby Minio: Whether you like it or not… and it is a fact. You are inferior, the start date doesn’t matter but from here on out, YOU ALWAYS WILL BE.

Bobby Minio: … but, all of that, it might just be beside the point. I’m here to offer an olive branch. Last week, I said some things, that I may uhh… I might regret.

Bobby Minio: I’ve got to set the record straight. So Bossman, Mr. Sensation, get out here so I can formally and sincerely apologize for any offense I may have caused. Please.

He waits for a moment but nothing happens. No music, no video on the screen, most importantly, no Mr. Sensation.

Bobby Minio: Look… I’m serious. I’ve got a monster apology from the bottom of my heart here. I’m out here, standing in this ring, my face, my name on the line, to apologize to you and this company in front of every fan in this building.

Bobby Minio: Will you please just let me apologize?

The camera pans to the ramp

Mr.Sensation is slowly pacing around the ring, while he isn't using a cane like last week you can tell it is hard for him to stand upright, no matter how tough of a face he puts on. He leans against the ropes for support.

He seems a little taken a back but tries to put on a brave face. Mr.Sensation's been through a lot since October 2015. Mr.Sensation still looks on the defensive.

Bobby Minio: Sensation, I’ve said a lot of things. Recently, over the years, pretty much since I signed on the dotted line. I’ve ran my mouth, I’ve spoke off the cuff, out of turn, out of line, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Sensation, the defeat on his face slowly wiping away,he lifts the mic to speak to thank Bobby for his kinds words.

But before he can say a word, Minio cuts him off.

Bobby Minio: I’m sorry… that I haven’t said MORE. I’m sorry, that I haven’t said ENOUGH to send your sorry ass packing, on a flight, BUSINESS CLASS, home sobbing and away from this damned company.

Bobby Minio: I’m sorry that I have given you the impression that you can stand in a ring and expect an apology from me, because you’re sorely mistaken and that tells me I have not been CLEAR ENOUGH.

Bobby Minio: I’m sorry that year after year, your involvement in this business makes it the industry worse.

Bobby Minio: I’m sorry that your treatment of up and coming talent has gutted the future of this company and left your pay per view cards looking like a table at the Cauliflower Alley Annual Dinner or some Legends of Wrasslin show at a VFW Bingo Hall! I’m sorry, I’m so, so SORRY.

The defeated resignation on Sensations face has quickly transformed into disbelief.

Bobby Minio: I’m sorry that I have failed to right the ship, to correct your screwed up steering.

Bobby Minio: You’re not just asleep at the wheel, Sensation, you pulled a Nick Nolte, roofied yourself and went out for an evening drive, and we’re all just passengers, buckling up, grabbing the oh-S### bars and praying to whatever god we believe in that we survive this embarrassing ordeal.

Bobby Minio: Truth is, we’re SCREWED, and our time would be more productively spent hammerfisting your clavicle and taking the wheel for ourselves.

Bobby Minio: Consider this the declaration of that action. Consider this your final wakeup call, but this ain’t an alarm, this is a bucket of ice water on your sleeping head.

Bobby Minio: I tried to help from the inside out, but you were always too busy pissy-eying away in your office. Waahhh, my roster don’t respect me. Waaaaahh, my family and friends always backstab me.

Bobby Minio: Do you ever stop crying, Our Hero? Does it ever end?

Minio grabs the towel from his shoulder.

Bobby Minio: Here Sensation. Here’s a towel.

He chucks it toward Sensation across the ring it hits Mr.Sensation in the face before falling on the floor.

Bobby Minio: That’s for your VAGINA.

The crowd goes nuclear as the entire Manhattan center goes OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

A Holy Shit chant begins to echo through the entire arena. The Censor's cannot edit it out so it just plays through.

The defeat, the resignation, the confusion, it all drains from Sensation’s face. Only anger remains, a burning, furious anger. The pain is gone only fury now. He looks at the towel he quickly picks it up and tosses it with such ferocity it flys into the crowd.

He stands upright and walks face to face, nose to nose with the One Man Revolution Bobby Minio who is smiling ear to ear.

Our Hero: The #### you say to me #####?

Bobby Minio: You heard....me.....

Our Hero is reaching the boiling point.

Our Hero: How dare you.

Our Hero: You disrespectful prick!

The crowd goes OHHHHHH

Our Hero: When your greatest claim to fame was being the 3x Ex-Division Contender while Matsuda pummled your mouthy ass OVER, and OVER, and OVER and OVER again. Who was the one who sat your rookie ass down and told you to keep training and to never stop talking? ME!

Our Hero: It's a god damn shame you only understood the part about never shutting up.

Our Hero: I'm not going to spend 20 minutes calling you an asshole, because you, me and this arena already knows that! But I will be damned if I get dressed down, but some chinless, weak willed loser.

Our Hero: Who 2 years ago was set to pack his bags and move back into his mother's basement after he took a beating at the hands of Captain Silly Brain, Justin Raze. Who told you to keep fighting? and to never give up? ME!

Our Hero: And the little Boob grows up and joins C4, gets a bunch of unearned confidence and rather than becoming a champion like everyone else in C4. He quietly slithers away and relegates his free time writing puff pieces on the side, on my dime! Any Free swag from Gabe Seltzer, Bob?

Bobby Minio is somewhat taken aback, slightly annoyed. But the desired response has occured!

Bobby Minio: Weak willed? Alright Sensation. Alright. Would it be weak willed to challenge your old, crippled ass to a match at Wrestlution 10?

Bobby Minio: You tell me. Because I think it's time you faced the music. In the ring. On the biggest stage of all. How weak is your will, Sensation?

Our Hero: I still got enough gas in this Puerto Rican engine to slap your lily white ass from here to Sasaqatuan.

Our Hero: Wrestlution 10, you want a fight? YOU GOT ONE YOU SON OF A BITCH!

The Manhattan Center explodes! in cheers! As Bobby slowly backs away never taking his eyes off of Mr.Sensation he drops the mic and exits continually smiling!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Holy crap! Did that just happen?
	The One Man Revolution vs The C.E.O at Wrestlution 10 I, I DON'T BELIVE IT! We just started!!!!

	We kick things off with the newest Rookie Kwan Watts!
	I hear Kwan Just likes to have Fun, Charles!!!

Kwan Watts is backstage just before the Gorilla Position while his Opponent Blackjack is waiting inside the ring. The youngman grabs a microphone as Matthew Turkleton Bloom steps into frame!

Bloom: Welcome to OCW Kwan! How do you feel?

Kwan Watts: Thank You! now I gotta fight a bum called blackjack a waste of my time and more importantly you and the people. But ill try make it entertaining for you guys

Kwan Watts: But before that I wanna tell you guys the fans the i'm so happy to be here and dominate and that i hope you guys root me on in every match

Kwan Watts: Now to all the people in OCW and especially Riot i'm going be coming for you and I will destroy you I can promise that will happen

Kwan Watts :I know some of you guys might be wondering why or who is on my clothes well I don't ask you what your wearing like this guy in front row

Points to fan on the TV at Gorilla who is in the front row that the camera straight away cuts to HUGE on the Xtron.

Kwan Watts: see this man he wearing a tank shirt and this is Riot not Turmoil he not here and never will be now do you see my point so don't ask and worry about it just enjoy me kicking ass around here

Kwan Watts: One last thing before I Kick the dookieshoes out of this ace of spade fool around the ring I need the ring crew change the ring to what i have requested

The ring crew changes the ring to a different Look then whats usual on Riot.

Kwan watts:Perfect lets play

Kwan watts throws mic outside of the ring and ref rings the bell

Kwan Watts vs BlackJack

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Dogpound, B
	G's Up, Ho's Down!

The camera cuts to static then fades into a smoky black, featureless room. The camera focuses in on a figure enveloped within the smoke; it’s The Messenger.

He inhales the air through his mouth and then exhales it from his nostrils, his lips part to reveal his teeth into, what only the most depraved would describe, a smile.

MESSENGER: Many people have been asking, who is the Messenger?

MESSENGER:The answer is actually quite simple, I AM nobody. A nothing, I only exist to serve one purpose.

MESSENGER: I AM a prophet. I AM wrath, I AM that liberating voice which COMMANDS do unto others.

MESSENGER:I AM the snake in the garden. I AM GØD’S VOICE.

MESSENGER: I AM OCW’s death knell.

The smoke begins to get thicker as the Messenger disappears within it. The camera fades to black then abruptly cuts to static.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	It ain't gonna stop is it!
	Nope!

The Xtron Flickers On!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hmmm
	....

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