It's a cold one in NYC tonight, but don't worry its HOT LIKE FIRE here in MSG!
How Punny of you!
I try! Tonight its about the Youth Movement, the NEXT Generation of OCW!
The screen fades in with the RIOT interview area in full view, Jim Black greeting the audience.
Black: Ladies and gentleman I am joined by Thomas Archer, a young man from Turmoil who will be making his singles debut right here on RIOT against Jett Draven. Thomas what’s going through your head right now, any butterflies for the occasion?
The camera pans to the right to reveal Thomas Archer chewing gum with a disinterested look on his face, a pair of platinum beats on top of his head, music blaring.
Black waits a few seconds and doesn’t receive a response. He waves across Archer's face to get his attention, which results in him lifting the right earpiece off his head, not removing them completely.
Archer: Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of my disposable income.
Archer removes his gum and drops it to the floor.
Archer: Oh. You’re not housekeeping, I just assumed from your tacky clothes and oily skin you’d been cleaning all day. No need to apologise, it happens often.
Black ignores the bait, and repeats the question.
Black: Tonight you make your singles debut match having l-
Archer interrupts, placing a finger on Blacks lips.
Archer: Do not speak of that thuggery…
Crowd: Nani!
Archer: Thuggery.
Crowd: Nani!
Archer: Thug…
Crowd: Na!
Archer: Gery!
Crowd: Ni!
Archer scowls.
Archer: I am genuinely in shock that you uncultured swines have been able to memorise a foreign phrase or two syllables… Back to your question, butterflies are for the ill prepared and I am not ill prepared.
Archer:
No expense has been spared on my preparation for this match and even though my opponent looks like he may struggle to get across the Great Wall of Freedom.
Black: So do you believe you’re going to win tonight?
Archer: In one word, yes. I’m going to win. Jett Draven is not in my league, if you were to compare using my good friend Donald’s gun analogy… I am the Magnum, the finest, most powerful handgun in the world and Jett Draven is a sticky, snotty kids potato gun.
Archer:
I digress, this match and this audience are below me and it just goes to show that Draven is a terrible human being who represents every single one of these bottom feeding…
The crowd begin to cheer and Archer's face becomes a picture of bemusement, behind him, scratching his chin in contemplation is none other than Jett Draven.
Scratching his newly filled in facial hair that he grew over the off-season, Jett would be standing behind Thomas with a smirk as he laid his head down gazing down upon the ground nodding his head as to contemplate Thomas was saying about him.
As Thomas would turn around to face him, Jett could feel the leering glare being rained down over him, as Jett awkwardly looked up towards Thomas he sarcastically jumped as if he had been startled.
Draven: “Oh sorry I didn't mean to interrupt, I was just listening to what you were saying over there and there was one thing in particular you said, and you know something?
Draven:
You're right. I couldn't agree more actually. I mean I accidentally bumped in when you were getting to the best part, and that's saying that I represent the heart, the soul, and the passion of the OCW Universe.
The crowd cheers would echo through the arena into the backstage hallway.
Draven: I represent every single fan here tonight and every single fan watching at home that has been told that they weren't good enough!
Draven:
I represent every the fans that have all been told that they couldn't do! I represent the fans that didn't have the same advantages and the same privileges as those who already had their future's stamped!
The passion in Jett's voice would resonate with the OCW Universe as the MSG Arena got behind him as Jett got up close and personal with Thomas.
Draven: And I represent all the hard working fans that have persevered and overcame the hurdles and obstacles that people like you put in front of them!
Draven points out towards the sound of the crowd as the embraced him in anticipated for the upcoming match.
Draven: “Tonight, I'm going to go out there and stand across from you that in that ring and show you and the world as they watch MY hard-work! My passion! My dedication! Pay off. “
Archer simply sneers and walks off, leaving Draven to have his moment, the match, is up next.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Looks like they are ready to rock and roll!
New faces new glory to be had!
Jookie Marley is backstage leaning against the wall and texting on his phone. The crowd goes electric at the sight of "that guy." Marley looks up and notices the camera on him. He soaks up all the cheers before speaking to the people that helped keep OCW going for soo many years.
Marley: Wha Gwan OCW? I got a match to get ready for soon, so we gotta do this on the move. Try to keep up.
Marley puts his phone away and begins to walk toward his locker room. The camera jumps in front of him.
Marley: Soooo, what are we up to? My fifth or sixth return to Riot? Every year I return, get everyone excited and disappear without a trace. If you ask me, I would make the perfect magician. I flaked soo much, I got a special edition Corn Flakes and Frosted Flakes cereal box releasing soon.
Marley gets right up into the camera.
Marley: Be on the lookout for it.
Marley grins as he and the Cameraman continue the quest to his locker room.
Marley: What made it even worse is leaving right after being the first holder of the Light Heavyweight Championship. Every year I make promises to do better to my fans, and every year I break those promises.
The sold out Riot crowd starts to boo.
Marley: I'm not going to lie..I deserve that. This year I'm not going to make any promises to any of you. I'm just going to make moves. I will make it back to the top of the food chart. I call it operation "top shotta." The first step begins tonight. Tonight I attempt to knock off all the ring rust against Charles Young.
Marley reaches his locker room door and jumps in front of the Cameraman to open the door. He makes his way in as the camera follows behind.
Marley: WHOAAA, HOLD UP! I don't swing that way. This ain't that kind of party, bruh. No men allowed on this ride, ladies only.
Marley pushes the Cameraman out of his locker room.
Marley: FREAK!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Chance #70038 for Young Marley!
He got it this time!
JETT DRAVEN vs THOMAS ARCHER
The camera pans to the announce team.
Interesting.
Indeed!
The scene opens up in what seems to be a game show. The camera pans to a big sign that reads “Who’s The Better Friend?” The camera pans to the host.
Announcer: Welcome, Ladies and Gentleman! My name is Matt Johnson and this is, “Who’s the better friend!”
The crowd at the show begins to cheer as he introduces himself and the show.
Matt: Today our two guests for the show are both OCW superstars! The bestest of friends! Anthony Baker and H2O!
The crowd cheers again as Baker and H2O are seen walking onto the stage waving at the crowd.
The two sit down in separate chairs with a will in between the both of them.
Matt: Today these two will overcome the odds and show the world who is the better friend and teammate! After these messages!
