Ladies and Gentleman we are back on the scene! With RIOT 629
The wild road to Animol House and OCW Anniversary rols on!
The camera opens on a snowy park with a playground decorated for the holiday season.
Damian Bourne, suited up in a sleek red-and-black puffer jacket adorned with the Canadian flag, stands by a table overflowing with toys, maple syrup candies, nanaimo bars, and questionable-looking OCW brand t-shirts that read “Bourne to Win” in mismatched fonts.
Canadian children gleefully gather around, their parents looking on with gratitude. Damian smiles, holding a hockey stick-shaped toy
Damian Bourne: Ah, look at this! The pure happiness on these children’s faces says it all, doesn’t it? Once again we see THIS is what it means to be a true Canadian of community, pride, and giving back.
Damian Bourne: Today, I’m not just regular ol’ Damian Bourne, soon to be greatest wrestler in OCW history, no I’m Damian Bourne the hero of Canadian children everywhere!
He kneels to hand a toy to a shy boy wearing a toque and scarf, ruffling his hair with an exaggerated grin.
Damian Bourne: Now, let me make something perfectly clear: these acts of kindness, this kind of selfless love for the next generation, could ONLY happen here in the Great White North.
Damian Bourne: Why’s that? Because us Canadians, have a standard. Clean streets, clean hearts, clean minds, and clean teeth! I wouldn’t dream of doing something like this south of the border, I still barely have forgiveness for what you people did to Neil Young.
He pauses, standing tall and narrowing his eyes as his tone becomes more serious.
Damian Bourne: In America? No way. Unruly unjust kids, ungrateful parents who can barely put food on the table, and a culture that doesn’t respect what I stand for.
Damian Bourne: I wouldn’t tarnish my name or waste my time trying to give back to a country that doesn’t even know how to appreciate greatness or its residents.
Damian Bourne: Those ghettos and projects? Those filthy cities with trash filled streets? That’s not my crowd. I’m here for the bright, shining future of Canada!
He turns to the kids, holding up a bootleg OCW t-shirt with his face and tagline poorly printed on it. Bourne chuckles and grabs some action figures of himself with arms and legs that are mismatched.
Damian Bourne: Who wants exclusive, one of a kind Damian Bourne collectibles? I had these made just for you kids! Don’t worry they’re authentic because I say they’re authentic!
The kids cheer, and Damian begins tossing shirts and figures into the crowd like frisbees. The camera zooms in on his proud expression.
Damian Bourne: Kids in America will never know this kind of moment. But here? In my home? I’ll keep giving, because my Canadian Pride demands it.
Damian Bourne: That’s the difference between us and the soiled humans of that country. We’re superior, stronger, and a hell of a lot more courteous.
Damian Bourne: So remember this Damian Bourne won't just be a champion in the ring he’ll forever be a champion of Canadian hearts.
He flashes a cocky grin, slings a Canadian flag over his shoulder, and walks off toward another group of kids as the screen fades to black.
ROOKIE BATTLE GODDRIFTER vs.
PETIE-WHEAT STRAW
The scene opens in a dimly lit backstage area, the soft hum of anticipation in the air. The camera focuses on Jacob Hawk, standing with his arms crossed against a graffitied wall.
His head is down, and a heavy silence surrounds him. His intense energy practically vibrates off the screen as the interviewer steps into frame.
Jim Black: Jacob Hawk, everyone’s been talking about you. You've been making waves in the independent wrestling scene. Your name is on the lips of fans and wrestlers alike. But, they want to know… why are you here? What made you sign with OCW?
Jacob slowly lifts his head, dark eyes locked on the camera. His voice is calm but filled with quiet defiance as he speaks.]l
Jacob Hawk: Why am I here? That’s what they want to know? That's what you came back here to ask me?
He scoffs, pushing himself off the wall and stepping closer to the interviewer. His dark hair falls in his eyes, but his glare remains sharp.
Jacob Hawk: I’ll tell you why. For too long, I’ve watched this place play it safe. Same tired faces in the same tired matches, over and over again. Y’all call that wrestling? Call that danger? Nah... that’s just playing pretend.
Jacob glances at the interviewer, a half-smirk forming on his lips. He steps away from the wall, taking a few steps toward the camera.
Jacob Hawk: See, I’m not here to collect titles and play hero. I’m here to wake up an entire industry. I’m here to remind every single one of you out there what real risk looks like. You don’t know the thrill of stepping into the unknown, of taking flight with nothing but your own instincts to guide you.
His eyes blaze with defiance, locking on the camera as if speaking directly to the wrestlers backstage as much as to the fans.
Jacob Hawk: I’ve fought my whole life to be heard. To be seen. And if that means putting myself on the line night after night, then so be it. ‘Cause when I get out there, it’s not a match. It’s a statement.
He pulls a chain from his pocket, wrapping it around his fist and letting it dangle at his side, his gaze never wavering.
Jacob Hawk: I’m here not just to win, but to change the rules. To set a new standard. To revolutionize this game. I’ll jump from ropes, and hit whoever is on that mat harder than anyone has before. And every time you see me hit the ground, just know—I’m getting back up.
The camera zooms in on Jacob’s intense gaze, as he speaks directly into the lens.
Jacob Hawk: To those who think they’re tough enough to face me, remember this: I’m not just a fighter. I’m a storm. A punk. The Dark Prince. And I’m not here for the glory—I’m here for the chaos.
He raises his fist, turning his back to the camera and walking away as the camera lingers on the graffitied wall. The hawk carrying the OCW logo in its talons is now clearly visible.
Jim Black(softly):Jacob Hawk everyone. A storm is coming…
