The Perfect Storm stop on the ramp for a moment to smirk at Joe Deaver and Chris Greene, who stand firm inside the ring. Quartz and H2O walk around the stairs, not breaking their gaze on the Believers inside the ring.
The two former World Champions collect a few microphones and walk into the ring. Quartz holds a mic in each hand as Harvey holds one as well.
Quartz: Boy, Harv… It’s no wonder these two decided to pick a fight with two of the greatest champions this business has ever seen.
H2O: No doubt. Very impressive. We paved the way for guys like them to even be here and have an impressive start in their careers such as ourselves.
H2O: I mean, not quite as impressive as we have been as a team. What’s our record again, Quartz?
Quartz: I think we’re undefeated, Harvey?
H2O: We’re undefeated?
Quartz: Undefeated.
H2O: Like as in we haven’t lost a tag match?
Quartz: That’s what I said.
H2O: Boy, that’s bad news for these two then, eh?
Quartz: In more ways than they even realize right now.
H2O: How’d you two make out at the start of your careers? Have you guys even earned a tag team title shot in the years you’ve been here? I haven’t been paying attention to either one of you…respectfully of course.
Deaver grows agitated at the two arrogant brothers schtick and steps to Quartz.
Quartz: Whoa now, Joey. Let’s not have a repeat of a couple weeks ago. I’d hate to have to rip your other arm off just a few short weeks before our match.
Quartz: What? You have something you want to say to me? Here you go.
Quartz reaches his other hand out, appearing to hand the microphone to Deaver, but instead drops it at his feet and begins laughing with H2O.
Without much warning, Deaver snatches the microphone from Quartz's hand and stands nose to nose with him.
Deaver: Tough talk from the guy who got his ass kicked by Garcia, how'd the mat taste last week. Undefeated, huh?
Quartz snaps back.
Quartz: Hey! I told you I had a big lunch. Besides, that doesn’t count. I’m a tag team ICON. You’re lucky to still be with this company.
Harvey Ocean steps between them and looks back at Deaver and Greene.
H2O: Blatant disrespect of my brother aside, we’re going to have the chance to show you exactly what the Perfect Storm is made of next week in Pick Your Poison. If you think Mass Effect was tough, just wait til you see what we’ve got cooked up for you.
Chris Greene is handed the mic from Deaver and shakes his head at H2O.
Greene: Boy, Harv, you seem really confident… Why don’t we raise the stakes a little bit?
Greene: Next week on RIOT, it is Pick Your Poison, you’re right. Joe and I have a few ideas of our own. How about this - the winners of Pick Your Poison next week? They get to choose the stipulation for our grudge match.
Quartz and H2O back away and look at each other with a curious expression.
H2O: Didn’t know an idea like that could come between that 5 inches of head space between ear to ear of yours. That sounds like a great idea, buddy. Good luck, peanut head. You’re going to need it.
The Perfect Storm step around the Believers slowly, as the tension mounts inside the ring.
H2O: Oh… and before your brain can begin thinking about what would happen if we both win. Save yourself the trouble.
Harvey shoots a demented look towards his brother, who smirks in return.
H2O: History tells me that’s not going to happen to at least one of us. Good luck next week.
The Believers music hits over the PA system as their opponents back their way up the ramp and we cut to the next segment.
The scene opens in the arena. Ashley Moore and Belle are already in the ring. They are visibly uncomfortable.
Ashley Moore: This menace is unbearable anymore. I can’t come to the facility anymore without getting panic attacks. Most of the time I just stay at home. I didn’t train for weeks.
Ashley Moore: If it wasn’t for Belle who had the courage to stand up against that … that thing I would have quit already.
Ashley Moore: Or should I say Val? But that isn’t Val. Val was always nice to me. That thing is something else with the appearance of Val … or her body or I don’t know.
Belle: Don’t worry Ash this is going to end. Are you listening Val? You and us in the ring at London Calling! How about that? Got what it takes?
Ashley Moore: I am so proud of you, Belle. That you have the boldness to face her one on one in the ring.
Belle: Uhh… that wasn’t what I-
Ashley Moore: But don’t worry. I will be there for you at ringside.
Belle: A-alright…
ROOKIE BATTLE HARPER LEROUX vs.
AMY JADE MILLER
We cut to a camera crew pointed towards a locker room door, which slowly creaks open. The new number 1 contender for the OCW Women’s Championship, Marisa Welch-Mac, pops her head out of the space in the door, looking back and forth, presumably for members of House of Faith, as they have been terrorizing her for weeks.
Marisa sees nothing and takes a deep breath, stepping out of the locker room into the hall. She closes her eyes and takes another deep breath, but as she opens it, she gasps.
Standing in front of her is a muscular woman dressed in purple. Marisa’s gasp causes the woman to turn around.
Woman: Are you okay?
Marisa sees that the woman is an OCW Crew member, who looks concerned.
Marisa: Oh, ye- Yes. I’m good.
Marisa smiles and turns and begins walking down the hall, as she walks by an equipment crate, she notices something on the other side, which causes her to gasp again.
As she reviews it, it’s a small black leather bag with a butterfly aesthetic. Marisa shakes her head and keeps moving before stopping in her tracks, but with no gasp this time. Staring back at her is the Women’s World Champion, Deborah Soto.
Deborah: Well, well, well.
Deborah: It looks like no matter how much I try, I just can’t get away from you. Road 2 Glory, Wrestlution, Turmoil 300… Why are you so obsessed with me? You know, other than for the obvious reasons that everyone else is.
Marisa scoffs at her opponent for Hard Target as she responds.
Marisa: I’m obsessed alright, I’m obsessed with becoming something I should have been a long time ago. The world champion… Beating you for it is just going to be that much sweeter.
Deborah scoffs back, much louder than Marisa’s before.
Deborah: Beat me?! Hunny, do I have to remind you what has happened every time we’ve been in the ring together? Do I have to remind you who won back in May?
Marisa: Oh you don’t have to remind me of anything. I remember dropping your gangly ass and being the one who stood tall at the end of the night.
Marisa: Oh… and I stood tall at Turmoil 300 too, didn’t I?
Soto rolls her eyes and steps forward to Marisa, her high-heels only making the already major height difference even more pronounced.
Deborah: Oh congratulations for you! You tapped out Ashley Moore after I did all the work to get her in that situation!
Deborah puts her hand up in Marisa’s face and takes a deep breath herself.
Deborah: You know what? I didn’t come here to drop you backstage like the rest of these neanderthals in the locker room. I have something you could only dream of having… Class.
Deborah: I came here to say congratulations face to face. I did want to move on from you and I did move on from you. The second I did, I became world champion. Now that I’ve got this, I am going to be more than happy ENDING this little “disagreement” we’ve had for the last year.
Deborah: And I’m gonna do it at Hard Target, boo. Hopefully you actually make it. I’ve got “Faith” in you. Haha!
Marisa snaps back at Deborah, her fiery reply halting Deborah’s condescending laugh.
Marisa: Class!? You have as much class as a redneck at Walmart on Black Friday. You can put lipstick on a beast, but it’s still a beast. And the only thing that will be ending come October 21st, is your title reign. I’ll be there come hell or high water. Have FAITH in that!
Marisa: Now if you’d excuse me, I have business to attend to, Boo.
Marisa and Deborah share a look as the Sex Metal Barbie stomps around her and continues on her path.
Scene opens with OCW Ambassador, Claude Hall on the phone looking distressed.
C. HALL: ….Well tell her to rest and take it easy. ….Alright, love you too. Bye.
Claude lets out a big sigh and shakes his head. He places his cell in his pocket and takes off down the hallway, seemingly looking for someone. After a few twists and turns he runs into Jim Black.
C. Hall: Hey Jimmy! Have you happened to see C-Note anywhere around here?
Jim looks concerned.
Jim Black: I haven’t. But Claude, I don’t think that’s a smart idea, with all due respect.
C. Hall]: I hear you Jimmy, but I just wanna talk to him. I’m not going to do anything to him. I’m smarter than that. It wouldn’t be worth it. He’s not worth it.
The two gentlemen nod at each other and Claude goes on his way, asking around for C-Note. The scene fades out.
Previously Recorded
The camera pans off into the distance as we see various buildings across The Manhattan Skyline.
As we fade from that, we see an unfamiliar building. The camera zooms into the building where we find ourselves inside a home. You can hear the sound of keys jingling as if someone is making their way in.
The door opens as we can see the silhouette of a man coming in.
???: Nani?
The man puts his briefcase down and turns on the lights to his living room. As we can see now it’s none other than the Grand Puba of OCWFED, Mr. Clinton JAYSIN Sensation. He looks into the kitchen and see that his stove has just been used.
Our Hero is no stranger to B and Or E and opts that discretion is the better part of valor. He reaches into his jacket pocket and readies the toolie (google it)
Sensation: SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!
???: Dinner is ready!
Sensation confused looks over towards his dining room and storms through the kitchen into his dining room.
Furiosa: Have a seat, Papi.
Our Hero puts away the toolie and raises an eyebrow.
Sensation: sigue jugando conmigo! Why are you in my home YET AGAIN. What is it with OCW Personnel and CRIME matter fact were my god damn phone.
Furiosa: Now, now. That’s not the way you should treat your longest reigning Women’s Champion. Besides, I cooked up something very nice for you to enjoy.
Sensation: Mirar, you must have hit your head harder than usual if you think I’m going to trust you enough to sample anything you have concocted. #1 You broke into my house AGAIN like seriously even by OCW’s Low Low LOW standards who does that?
Sensation: #2 You are not of sound mind! Body sure but I digress! #3 You are about as trustworthy as a possum in a hen house. Where was I? Where is my god damn phone!
While Mr. Sensation takes out his phone, Furiosa kindly grabs the platter of corn and scoops some onto her plate.
Furiosa: Francis, if you can do the honors please?
Out from the shadows comes Francis and two ghouls. They take the phone away from Sensation and force him to sit down at the dinner table.
Furiosa: I made you Bandeja Paisa. Make sure you eat the avocado.
Sensation: EXCUSE ME? The **** I look like I ain’t eating no eggs and I HATE CORN it's dinner time! This ain’t a Denny’s This Ain’t no Waffle House, This ain’t no IHop. Trying to feed me this Colombian madness, YO SOY BORICUA!
Sensation: And if this coterie of stupid don’t get out of my god damn house on god the wrath of……well god will rain upon thee! I’m sure I’m a good Christian Man Kassidy Tax Exempt Hayes doesn’t agree with whatever the fk this is!
Sensation: Plus, to reiterate you nasti. You’re not even Columbian. And if you was I’m sure a Columbian would knock on this door and bop you upside the head for whatever hate crime you have put in a pot.
Furiosa snickers.
Furiosa: You forgot who helped him start his new wave of dominance over your company. Yes, Kasstianity isn’t where it was a year ago when me and that traitor were champions. But if any remaining members walk down that aisle, the fear in our opponents remains just as strong as it did a year ago.
Sensation spits on Francis’s shoe. Furiosa raises her eyebrow but doesn’t react and quickly changes gears.
Furiosa: You’re right, I’m not Columbian. But you strike me as a man of culture and would want something a little different besides what you eat everyday. But since you wanted to go that route….
Sensation: I’m old and i'm tired and I work with mentally ill violent people. What on Abdullas earth do you want from my life you psycho!
Furiosa: Shut up! You and I are from the same heritage, Jayson. You set up a perfect place for me to end Empress on our island and you canceled it. Why?
Sensation: What are you talking about? That was a logistic error. In fact I even tried to apologize in person for it but I had to go through an intermediary because EMP like you is a CRAZY, Beautiful, Interesting Thoughtful Caring Human! Then she showed up last week and just kind of stared at me for 2 minutes. Big Amber Heard energy….KINDA LIKE YOU come to think about it!
Meanwhile, Furiosa bangs her knife on the table while staring daggers into her boss's eyes. She then proceeds to cut into her skirt steak and takes a bite. Sensation looks at the Kasstian Ghouls and realizes his escape would be difficult if he tried to run.
He thinks about the Toolie in his jacket pocket and comes to the conclusion he probably should lead by example and not put holes in the 3 people in his home. I mean it's wrestling after all not Love and Hip Hop.
Furiosa: You canceled the opportunity to get rid of our mutual problem on our home turf. Over what? Just to show you have balls? I thought your end goal was the same as mine - Get rid of Empress!
Sensation: Can we take a moment to once again establish that you have #1 Broken Into My House #2 Committed a hate crime in my kitchen by way of “skirt steak” more like milk steak am I right? #3 brought not 1 not 2 but 3 people into my god damn home….It smells like outside….it didn’t smell like outside when I left this morning.
Furiosa looks on in slight annoyance as Our Hero surveys the Kasstians, Francis and Furiosa.
Sensation: I feel like a sea cucumber at a mermaid orgy.
Francis chuckles, Furiosa is not amused Our Hero smiles.
Sensation: You like that one huh! Nice now that we shared this touching moment you guys can kindly leave!
Furiosa places her utensils down. She looks up at Sensation and smiles. She leans forward while folding her arms at the table. She notices he hasn’t taken one bite of the food she made for him.
Furiosa: You’re not eating. Eat.
Sensation: Correct and you are leaving so I guess we are both disappointed!
Furiosa: I SAID EAT!
Francis instructs the ghouls to grab Sensations arms. Sensation tries to wrestle them off but to no avail. Francis breaks apart a piece of pork and forces Sensation to open his mouth.
Francis shoves the pork into his mouth. A few moments pass as Sensation realizes he’s ok. Furiosa smiles.
Furiosa: Well, looks like you’re still alive.
Sensation feels the ghouls grip become loose and he snatches his arms away from them.
Sensation: ………… You really are playing a stupid game and you are about to win your prize.
Furiosa: Papi, you’re still alive. If I wanted to do anything to you I would’ve done it already. I simply came in here to make you dinner so you can see that you can trust me.
Senastion: I only trust 2 people in this world and you sure as dookie shoes ain’t one of them.
Furiosa pushes her seat back and is now standing while looking down on Sensation.
Furiosa: I came here tonight to prove to you that you can trust me. Trust me that I can take on Empress. Then this little game that she’s playing with you and I will be over and everyone will be happy.
Furiosa: Especially Drago and Tiberius Dupree. You wouldn’t want your two favorites happy?
A few moments went by and you can slowly see Mr. Sensation starting to chew on his food he throws some corn at Francis who hisses!
Sensation: I’ve had worse.
Furiosa: At Hard Target I’ll hand you over Empress on a silver platter like I’ve done with this great food here tonight. Just say the word.
Sensation: If I say yes will you get the entire holy fluffernutter out of my house?
Furiosa flutters her eyes attempting to look “Cute”.
Sensation: Ooof, yes sure it's done GET OUT!
Francis and the ghouls surround Furiosa as they escort her out from his home.
She looks at Francis.
Furiosa: Emp doesn’t realize she’s playing games with The Devil.
We Cut to the OCW Training Center The Camera Pans up showing Scotty X Who’s in the middle of the Ring Meditating
A few seconds later Scotty’s phone rings
He Answers it and it’s his Master/Coach
Coach :Been Awhile since I’ve heard from you
Scotty X: You don’t sound Sick the last time I spoke to you finally Taken that Vitamin X i recommended huh?
Coach : Hm Still the same lil child that I’ve raised and trained in my Dojo
Scotty X: You mean Your Condo that Had no AC for 5 Months?
Coach : at least I’ve got it fixed not long but The reason why I’m calling you is I was wondering when you’ll be Back in the Ring?
Scotty X: Actually I’m in the ring right now
Coach: don’t hear no crowd
Scotty X: Probably don’t have your hearing Aid with you
Coach : I’m Serious Scott when you will get back on track you gonna let that 4 way Lost be the last thing that OCW See’s from you?
Scotty X : Obviously the Hell not Look I’m taking my time learning some new stuff relearn old skills that you taught me figuring out my next move
Coach : Remember what you told me once you got signed ?, you told me that no matter what you’ll prove to yourself why you’re a One of a kind Fighter and that you’ll leave your own legacy
Scotty X : And that’s still the goal It’s not like I lost my Smile and I’m gonna take off my boots call it a day no that’s not gonna happen
Scotty X : I’ve only been here for 2 years dealt with bumpy roads along the way but that’s not gonna stop me from what I’ve set here to do
Scotty X:
I’ve already fought some of the very best and I’ve Defeated some of the best in this company but there’s so much left here that’s unfinished
Scotty X: I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get the Plan done and once that happens
Scotty X: I guess you can say I can finally walk towards the sunset
Coach : Do what must be done Make at least one definite move daily towards your goal as you’ll then get closer and closer to making it become a reality
Scotty : Appreciate your Noble Wisdom but I gotta go get things situated…it was nice hearing from you again I’ll never forget what you taught me
Coach : Take care of yourself Child never lose who you truly are
3 WAY DANCE ANTHONY MARTIN vs. SHELDON TREMBLAY vs. VIKTOR KARMINE
