Camera fades to the back as Stacy Clark is standing by
Stacy Clark: Well I was suppose to be joined by Karisa Dawson but it appears she seems to be enjoying her debut here on Riot to well as she has yet to show after her match….
???: I’m here just give me a second I got loss back here…. I’m sorry!!!!!
Camera pans to the hallway as Karisa is making her way down it still dressed in her ring gear, attempting to slide her jacket back on as she runs through the hallway. Only for the hood to get stuck covering her face sending her crashing into some of the equipment boxes.
Karisa Dawson: Ahhhhh…Sorry Stacy I’m working on it just give me another second then we can roll again….
Stacy Clark: Its still live.
Karisa stops in her tracks as she trips up another stage hand sending them crashing to the ground before she makes the necessary adjustments to her hood so she can see.
Karisa Dawson: I’m ready now.
Stacy Clark: Tonight marked your debut on Riot
Karisa Dawson: Yes so far a lot better then my debut on Turmoil, well other then that minor set back with running into things…. And tripping someone because my hood got stuck over my face..
Stacy Clark: Also that you were late to the interview.
Karisa Dawson just staring off into the distance doing her best not to look into the camera: That’s not even half of it should have seen me trying to get into the arena.
Karisa Dawson:
First I went to the wrong entrance and even had to wait in line to buy a ticket in, then security tried to attack me as I hopped the rail to come to the back.
Karisa Dawson: And then I was like hey I’m just new I’m lost please just help me out.
Karisa Dawson:
But he was just like I have heard that before it isn’t going to work on me so take my protest about #Justice4FloJo somewhere elss…
Karisa continues to just ramble on as Stacy does her best to keep her on track
Kasrisa Dawson: Which I didn’t even know who Flojo was but like I see everyone is all about making sure she receives justice and I am a firm believer of that.
Stacy Clark: Flojo is the lady you just wrestled….
Karisa Dawson: Oh god… please tell me that isn’t the same one….Oh god I’m going to be sick….I…I….
Karisa crouches down doing some feel breathing to calm herself down.
Karisa Dawson: Everyone loves her and I just dropped her on her head….oh god everyone is going to hate me now…. First I make a fool out of myself on Turmoil and now tried to break the neck of a girl everyone seems to support.
Karisa looks back up her face turning green as she is about to be sick, causing her to take off running as the screen fades to black.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Well...I mean....
That Girl ain't right!
Stigmata vs Ligermask
The camera pans to the announce team.
What a battle!
Indeed!
We hear a loud bang and fizzle of sparks. A haggered and, only slightly, less incandescent Tiberius Octavius Dupree starts up from the BetterNap he was just taking.
Future Dupree: SHUT UP TRASH!
Future Ryu: How Dare You!
Future Dupree: How dare YOU!
Ryu and Dupree, dressed in futuristic attire glare at each other for several uncomfortably long moments.
Future Ryu: Let me guess, you just had a dream where Dream Dupree was on top of the world.
Future Ryu: You were cooking the Betterest Omelette known to man of the finest ingredients.
Future Ryu: And just as it was about to be done, Dream Ryu ran into the room and pressed some button on the stove.
Future Ryu: Causing it to explode at the EXACT same time as the BetterAnalysis Module exploded in our time cruiser.
Future Dupree: How did you…
Future Ryu: WRONG QUESTION! The question ISN’T how did I know what you were dreaming.
Future Ryu: The question IS, how did your brain know to start that dream so that the stove and the BetterAnalysis Module exploded at the same time.
Future Dupree turns into a thinking emoji for a moment.
Future Dupree: I hate you Spider.
The camera pans to the announce team.
.................................
I CAN SEE THE GOD DAM STRING.....never mind.
The camera pans to the announce team.
EXCITED!
11 MATCHES, and a PRIME SHOW!
As the excitement from the previous match dies down, Bad Company's theme hits! Cort and Ed stride out, looking smug as usual, and the crowd boos immediately.
As they reach the ring, Cort motions for a mic.
Cort: Good people of OCW! Please, please, you're too kind.
He takes a moment to soak in the atmosphere, nodding as he paces back and forth.
Cort: Now you may want to take back that welcome of yours, since we're coming out here to do you all a favour.
Cort: Me and Ed are going to ring in the christmas season with the wonderful gift of seeing us beat up more people!
Cort: See, we're undisputedly the best tag team in the division right now.
The crowd jeers at this.
Cort: And we think that it just isn't fair that it's all about the titles. If they aren't around me and Ed's waists, they don't matter. Might as well be the bunny's cadbury egg for all we care.
Cort: So as the uncrowned tag champs of OCW, we are using our champion's privilege to throw out an OPEN CHALLENGE to any team who dares step in the ring with the biggest thing in an OCW ring, and the meanest man to ever shoot at a passing minivan.
Cort: So... do we have any takers? Open challenge? Right here, right now?
Cort waits about one and a half seconds for a response and continues.
Cort: Of course, I forgot. OCW is full of cowards. With that in mind.... I DEMAND to face ABM or Liger and Dummy at Chill Faktor! I want that win back! I want those belts! I want...
???: HOOORAH!!!
A familiar voice rings out, cutting Cort off. Everyone's attention swivels to the ramp.
H2O: Didn't mommy ever tell you that you don't always get what you want?
Baker: ...Or better yet, be careful what you wish for?
Cort's eyes bug out as his nemesis, H2O stands on the ramp, flanked by Anthony Baker.
H2O: After all, in OCW, it's winner's rules... and lately... you haven't exactly been a winner.
H2O and Baker share a chuckle as the audience collectively “oohs.” Cort is pacing the ring like a pissed-off cat in the rain.
H2O: Cort, I've seen that little rodeo dance you doing right now before. I have to tell ya, your moves didn't get any better.
H2O: Just like the move you made right now when you issued that challenge.
Baker: So Ed! Cort! If you really want it... B2O is gonna give it to ya! We accept!
He puts his fists up and gets hype before pointing to the ring.
Cort shakes his head in rejection.
Cort: No! Not you! You don't count! ANYONE but you!
Cort starts to lose it before Ed steps forward and takes the mic.
Ed: Sorry, kids. You must be this tall--
He motions at Cort's head height
Ed: --To ride the gape train. Try again after you two hit puberty.
Baker: Gape train? If I recall dingleberries can’t ride on any rides.
H2O: And Mr. Ed, I'm very familiar with you. As you may be well aware, size doesn't matter. It's all about the motion in The Ocean.
B2O swivel their hips like that piece of Trash!!!.
H2O: Last time we met it was an emotional time for me. Yet, I was still close to kicking your teeth in.
H2O motions at himself and Baker.
H2O: Whether you like it or not, it’s Baking Season. And you can’t bake anything without adding some H2O. We are and will be the Tag Champions.
Baker: 1000 rounds will lay you down, and we got enough to go around.
H2O looks at Baker confused and shrugs.
Ed: 1000 rounds? Japany, we haven't dookieshoes. Bad Competitive since what it looks like faking measurements. A disregard for general politeness. See us again't show the parted, and the pies to Baking season? More like gay penetration.
Cort pats Ed on the back.
Cort: Book ‘em, Eddie!
Ed: Now to Japany, we haven't been one manages to Bad Company, we have it all. Looks. Meat! You like pies to Japany, we have since you stule since your how what it looks like when it comes double bitches. Measurements.
Ed:
Now the per view audience you haven't been one man and show to Japan and dreams, boys, and gay peness. See us and the parties have are like when in stule bitches with the crackmaster!
Cort’s calmed down at this point and takes the mic back.
Cort: What my good friend here is trying to say is… fine. If we can’t get the belts, we can at least demonstrate why anyone who has them should be quaking in their boots! You’ve got your match.
The crowd cheers, but Cort holds a finger up.
Cort: But not today! Because we have an appointment to keep. So you two can go lick each other’s a**holes or whatever you do in your spare time. Shoo.
Cort drops the mic, then dismissively flaps his hands in the direction of Baker and H2O. He and Ed leave the ring, hopping the barricade and heading up the arena stairs towards an exit as Cort gestures rudely.
Baker: Oof! Do you kiss your mommy with that mouth?
H2O: With Ed’s speech impediment it's quite obvious what you guys do with each other in your spare time.
Baker and H2O look at each other after that last comment.
B2O: BUUUUUUURRRRNNN!!!
B2O makes a gesture with their hand in the air as if it was on fire. The audience reacts with excitement as B2O music hits. Meanwhile, as Bad Company make their way out, Cort knocks a fan’s drink out of his hand, and the fan takes a swing at him.
Ed blocks it, picks the guy up by the shirt collar and hurls him into his neighbors, toppling the lot. Cort points at B2O as if to say “that’ll be you!” before they exit the building.
