Scaggs: Ladies and gentleman sitting behind my partner and I here at Riot 501 is our very own, Cyborg Charles Wagner!
“Big” Al: What brings us with you tonight?
Cyborg: I’m just here for the free beer.
Cyborg: Oh...and to see if that punk Scaar shows up against A.C.. I’d do anything to get my hands on him one...more...time.
Cyborg: I wouldn’t even want to pin him. I’d just break him.
”Big” Al: We missed you at Riot 500.
Scaggs: I’m sorry but you missed out on a historic event. Were there any matches that stood out the most for you?
Cyborg strokes his beard.
Cyborg: Maybe one…
Scaggs: Which one was it?
”Big” Al: Let me guess! The Hall of Fame Match?! Champion vs. Champion?!
”Big” Al: Oh wait….The All Black Everything Extreme Rules Match. Right Cyborg?
Cyborg just stares at “Big Al” as Scaggs does the “cut it” motion, rubs his skin with his finger and then points to Cyborg.
“Big” Al shrugs then turns his chair around to avoid any confrontation with Cyborg.
Cyborg: Anyway, Charles to answer you question. None of those matches I cared about.
Cyborg:
The only one that stood out to me was that Quartz guy & Cohle.
Cyborg: I can’t stand neither of them and if I’d had the chance I’d crush BOTH of them at once.
“Big” Al is surprised by Cyborg’s answer and turns back around in his chair to ask him another question.
Cyborg turns his attention to “Big” Al with just his one good eye.
“Big” Al: You’ve already lost to Quartz and nearly to Rust. What makes you think you can beat both at the same time?
Cyborg: My beer is getting warm and I’ve said all I needed to say. We’re done here.
Tyson completely ignores Al as he grabs his beer and sits back in his seat.
We proceed on with Riot 501.
The camera pans to the announce team.
What is wrong with you!
I...don't know I have something called JOURNALISTIC INTEGRITY! you should look it up!
Scott Barnett vs Loki
The camera pans to the announce team.
He turned the tide!
I didn't see that coming!
It’s a bit of a cloudy day in NYC. That doesn’t stop the hustle and bustle of people on the sidewalks and cars on the road. We are on the Avenue of Americas and 51st Street, just outside OCW HQ.
A car pulls up just outside the OCW building and a young, well dressed man hops out. He adjusts his sportcoat and buttons it before shutting the door and sending the Uber driver on his way.
The young man enters the the building and checks in at the security desk.
Guard: Please empty your pockets, watches and belts included, and place them in the bin.
Young Man: Top flight security here huh… (He squints to try and read his name badge) T dot Melvin. What’s the T stand for? Is it Theodore?
The young man casually walks thru the metal detector as Officer Melvin is waiting for him with the hand scanner incase he sets it off….
Or should I say sets him off. Officer Melvin is steaming and looks like he’s going to go across the young man’s face with the hand scanner.
Once the young man is within arms reach, Officer Melvin grabs the collar of the young man’s pastel colored polo shirt. Officer Melvin pulls him closer and gets in his face.
Officer Melvin: You don’t have to come in this building at all punk ass. So you wanna make jokes do you wanna shut your mouth and survive the rest of your day?
The young man’s hands go up on each side of his head, but his mood seems more unfazed and/or bothered than afraid.
Young Man: So this is probably the point in the story where you want me to say “I’m sorry sir.
Young Man:
This will never happen again.”
Young Man:
And you’re right.
Young Man:
I am sorry and this will never happen again.
Officer Melvin slowly releases his grip and the young man waits for the officer to have his arms down. The young man re-adjusts himself to get back in order.
He begins to gather his belongings. Puts his belt back on, wallet and phone back in his pockets.
And as soon as he’s done fastening his watch, he takes a few steps past Officer Melvin. But he stops and comes back to Officer Melvin.
Young Man: You know…
Young Man:
Maybe to didn’t fully understand me before.
Young Man:
I’m sorry that you were able to stand on your own two feet while you put your hands on Maxwale Jaykub Freeman.
MJF: And I can assure you, that you will never put your god forsaken 9 dollar-an-hour hands on me like that again.
MJF: Because if you do…. I’m going to take you down…. I’m going to grab your leg….
MJF:
And I’m going to stretch it… And it’s going to pop. So are you willing to put your livelihood in question?
Officer Melvin stares hard at the smug look on MJF’s face. The officer clears his throat and steps aside from MJF.
MJF: You see that… that right there is the realization of who you are dealing with.
MJF:
My name is Maxwale Jaykub Freeman and I’m better than you…..
MJF:
And you know it.
MJF adjusts his sportcoat, proceeds past the guard station and towards the receptionist desk
