The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like it's a date!
	MAPLE SYRUP!!!

We now go to an undisclosed location where a member of Rev Inc is said to be delivering a news conference. Our scene opens inside a makeshift briefing room full of reporters looking at a stage with a podium placed in front of a very large Revolution Inc banner.

The chatter among the reporters dies down as Gentleman Jack, wearing a suit and tie, trying his hardest to look like a respectable human being, steps up to the stage.

Jack: I'd like to thank all of you for taking time out of your busy schedule to show up today. I know everybody has a life they'd like to get back to so I'll try to keep these remarks as brief as possible. Sadly I had a hilarious series of vignettes of myself drowning a multitude of times while training to fight water but because Parker Stevens decided to let his balls drop, we're all here. So thanks Parker. Thanks for ruining everyone's fun.

A few flashbulbs go off as Jack takes a sip of water and straightens his tie.

Jack: Parker... You bald, out of shape, lumpy, ignorant bastard. Do you think you accomplished something at Turmoil? Oh no, some uppity old guy stole the rightful spotlight from Dennis for the two hundred and sixteenth time! Whatever will we do?!?! Do you guys have anything else in your playbook or is that the only one?

Jack: No, I'm getting off on the wrong foot here. I'm not here to be aggressive. I'm here to thank you! Parker, if you think you and that human porta potty Majin twisted the order of OCW then I got to thank you. Let's tally up the score shall we? OCW World Heavyweight Title? Rev Inc. Turmoil World Championship? Rev Inc. North American Championship? Ahhhh Rev Inc. Women's Title? Sophia in the house! Television Title? You guessed it right! Rev Inc!

Jack: Now let's look at the Skwad. If Malu isn't dead of a heart attack by Certified Greatness then I will happily finish the job myself. Leon? Jesus Christ I don't even want to talk about the suffering that poor guy is about to go through. You thought losing the North American Title, and getting jobbed out to Bill Ding in the span of thirty days was bad??? Just wait snowflake.

Jack: Let's see who else did you scuzzy sacks of sh*t leave behind when you went away yet AGAIN? Of course! The Butcher! The only one of you with a future. I wonder why...Wow did you guys win the lottery there! I hope you're enjoying your time with my beast, I really do. We're right in the middle of the story where things are going just great on the Big Ed front. But if you just skip ahead in the book a few pages you gotta know its not going to end well. Come on, how long can you really keep a 7ft tall monster under control? When he snaps, and trust me, he's going to snap, it's going to be the end of each and every one of you.

Jack: Now normally I'd take this time to talk about what a whore Casey Paine is and how I once saw Willow stuff a half dozen pool balls up her snizz but that wouldn't be classy of me. Normally I'd mock the fact that neither will ever have a child, due to HPV completely wiping out their reproductive systems, but that would be wrong. No, I'm not here to talk about how Majin will never know the joys of being a grandfather because his daughter chugged sooooo many filthy, disease ridden dicks that her ovaries shriveled up into little prunes eons ago. No folks, I'm not here to do that.

Jack: I'm here to talk about people like Matsuda. Well I would talk about Matsuda but let's be honest, unless you're just an old man clinging to a bygone era, nobody really gives two flying sh*ts about Matsuda. Remember that time Matsuda did that thing? No we don't. You had your time, blew it, but thankfully we now have the Black King to show us what a real wrestler is.

Jack: Tiberius Dupree. You know we all know it's a wig right? Just so we're clear on that. Tibby, Tibby, Tibby. What have you done?! Before all this nastiness, you were somebody! You had the hair, the girls, the money, the fame. Good lord man, I looked up to you! But now? Now you're just the bitch of two guys that don't even show up. I get it man, I kiss the champ's ass every chance I get, but Tibster, those two old fools couldn't get home if they started on third. Tibberoonie, you backed the wrong horse big guy.

Jack: But you know what? The Revolution is nothing if not fair! So I'm going to offer you a special, one time only deal. If you come to the middle of the ring next week and declare that Dennis Black is the greatest wrestler in OCW history, admit that Matsuda is over rated, and shine my shoes, then all will be forgiven and I will hand you your very own Revolution Inc t shirt. Now, you can't join us, obviously, you're less than trash, but at least you'll have a really nice t shirt.

Jack: So Skwad, I guess what I’m trying to say is… Thank you. If this is what you call stirring the pot then thank you from the bottom of my heart. All you did was unify the greatest collection talent this company has ever seen under one banner. So in closing, f*ck you and lick my hairy taint. If you have the balls to stop me I’m on every show this company has to offer. I’m real hard to miss. Oh and Mr. Stevens, even without the mask you’re still a talentless c*nt. Gentleman Jack out!

Jack steps away from the podium and exits the room as the reporters once again begin to chatter among themselves. Will Malu die of a heart attack?

Probably. Will Majin ever know the joys of being a grandfather? Of course not! Will the Butcher eat the Skwad one day when they least expect it?

You bet your ass he will. Will Parker Stevens have the work ethic and guts to show up to two OCW shows in a row? Probably not.

Will Tiberius shine Jack’s shoes? Only if he knows what’s good for him! Tune into Riot and Turmoil each week on Rush TV to find out!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He should take Dennis Blacks balls out of his mouth he might catch the Blek Plague!
	How utterly disrespectful of you Charles, UTTERLY!

The Xtron Flickers On!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Ohh its gonna be on like Donkey Kong!
	Did you just?

We fade in to Drago's dojo, where we see Johnny Law on his computer and Drago standing behind him, observing the monitor.

Johnny Law: This is definitely the place. Security camera footage by the building shows Our Hero getting dragged off and thrown inside. The building seems to be fairly big as it's comprised of several floors. The way I see it, you can simply enter through the front door and get the job done that way, although that would put you at risk of getting spotted. Safest option would be to enter through the rooftop, they won't expect you.

Drago Cesar: Which floor he in?

Johnny Law: Not entirely sure. You'll probably have to search every floor before you find him.

Drago Cesar: Hmm......

Johnny Law: We'll need to be prepared for this one. I'd imagine that Mugen has some of his men holding the fort down. Not to mention whatever kind of traps he'll have in store for us.

Drago Cesar: Trap?

Johnny Law: This isn't going to be as easy as that time you beat up a bunch of his ninjas at that arcade. If you screw this up, you could end up in that cube thing with Sensation!

Drago Cesar: Cube........Not good.

Johnny Law: But if we stick to a plan and provided that we stay alert, we can get in, get Sensation out and bring him back to Nate no problem.

Drago Cesar: Good. We need to make it preparation. I'm going to need all my equipment, and you and I will make it constant contact. Can't afford to make mistake. I will take Bubba with me, could always use extra help. We start operation soon. Good work Johnny.

Drago leaves as Johnny prints out a map of the building. The screen fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The Hunt Continues!
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It's February in the darkest depths of the Riot locker room, and captain of the Light Heavyweight ship Paul Pugh is resting in the communal locker room. He's in front of a monitor which is linked to a laptop, and he seems to be watching old wrestling footage.

As the camera gets closer, we get a better look at the grainy footage - Simon Devine, Marcus McMichaels, Madness, Forsaken, Lil Mofo, Ivan Destine and seemingly a younger version of upstart rookie sensation H2O. Pugh looks to be deep in thought as he watches. He's concentrating, studying even - an act he never usually does when it comes to big matches.

He picks up a legal pad to his left, a pen from his right, and sets about making notes on 1999 - a pre-OCW era often lauded by wrestling smarks - the birthplace of many of the great wrestlers in OCW history. We sit, watching him watch for a few more moments before he's interupted by Stacy Clark

Stacy: Paul can we have a moment?

He tilts his head back and takes a long inhale.

Pugh: I'm kinda busy lady...

Stacy: I just wanted to ask you about you walking out of your title defence last we...

Pugh: Hold on there lady... I didn't walk out of anything. I made an executive decision and retained my title brother. Don't matter how you win... you just gotta win...

Stacy interupts him

Stacy: But you didn't win...

Pausing the video, he turns towards her and shows her the title belt

Pugh: ...then why do I have this? Why am I still Champion Stacy? If I didn't win, then this belongs to H2O right? RIGHT?

Stacy: I mean...

Pugh: You don't mean anything. Now you already know that the match has been signed for Certified Greatness right? You already know he's getting another shot at this right hoot? Exactly. Now leave me alone - I'm workin here...

Stacy: ...and what about your match with KD tonight?

Pugh: Stacy. If I wanted to do an interview I'd come and stand in front of your lights... Ya dig? What Match? I ain't fighting Tonight, Get out of here baby doll.

Stacy: But...

Pugh: But nothing. Leave. I'm busy.

He turns back towards the monitor and hits play back on the video. She stands there for a moment looking at him, completely ignored by the former World Champion. A few moments pass as he starts making notes again. We fade to the next segment of OCW Riot.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He can't do that!
	He's a H....I ain't gonna say it!

Previously recorded:

The scene opens to a certain mental institution holding the 2016 Best Heel. Inside the visitors quarters sits Madison and as the camera pans she is joined by Nate Ortiz.

Nate is staring at the broken valet as if he wants to burn her with his eyes. Trying to gain any sense if she would stoop as low as to have his best friend’s life put at risk.

Madison: Nate! Hi! Did you bring any-

Madison notices that Nate came empty handed, aka not bearing edible gifts, and becomes disappointed.

Madison: Oh… Um ok. Anyways! Uh… Why are you staring at me like that?

Nate’s fixated gaze on Madison narrows and his face becomes more stern as he walks closer to her.

Nate: I’m just going to ask you flat out, Madison. Was it you?

Madison: Was it me, what? That put me in here? Hell no, I have no business being in this-

Nate cuts her off, his voice growing a bit more frustrated.

Nate: NO, Madison. Was it ‘you’ that caused the car crash that Versus was involved in?

Madison tosses her hair as she looks annoyed.

Madison: Oh. Well, no Nate, it wasn't me, much to all of your dismay. How can I even do anything like that while I'm locked up in here? Why would I even waste my time? Besides, if I had did anything to Versus, you'd be visiting me after coming from the morgue… Which would be a completely different conversation.
Nate nods and begins to leave.

Nate: I left some chocolates for whenever the hell you get out of here.

Nate exits as Madison watches and the scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I don't like where this is going!
	I do!!

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