MANHATTAN CENTER, NYC

The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

McGee snatches a mic from the announcer as he circles the ring. The crowd floods the arena with boo's so loud the champion lowers the mic. While waiting for his chance to speak McGee slings the OCW World Heavyweight title over his shoulder.

McGee: Don't worry this won't take long....I have dinner reservations, an UBER BLACK outside waiting , a suit being freshly prepared! (Sean McGee points to the fact he is wearing his wrestling gear and merch despite not competing tonight)and looking at most of you people is making me lose my appetite.

The crowd boo's.

McGee: How in the hell are we having a graduation for these guys....I never had a graduation!

McGee: But I guess you don't find that hard to believe because I'm black huh?

The crowd goes nuclear at the racists accusation until theme music begins to blare through the speakers.

The Camera Pans To The Ramp

The camera pans to the announce team.

	WHAT ARE YOU KIDDING!
	HE'S BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

The Steve paces around the ring, soaking in the adulation from the crowd. After a moment, The Steve motions for the ring announcer to toss him a mic, to which he complies.

Steve: Wow! Listen to you guys...The Steve misses that. The Steve has been gone for far too long.

The Steve paces the ring one more time before turning his attention to Sean McGee.

The Steve: The Steve was watching Riot last week, and he was quite confused at what he heard from you when he was talking with Tobin.

The Steve: You said that the system was setup for you to fail...how in the hell can you say that, when you’re standing here right now as the reigning OCW Champion?

The Steve: The Steve can tell you this...you walk around here with that self-entitled attitude, you’re going to be nothing more than a transitional champion.

The Steve focuses his stare at Sean.

The Steve: Next, The Steve has heard you talking s*** about the people that paved the way for you in this business.

The Steve: The Steve tolerates a lot of things from this new era, but once you start to disrespect the people that made this place what it is so that people like yourself had a place to ply their craft, The Steve starts to have major problems.

The Steve: McGee, The Steve hopes you have really good health insurance, because Obamacare isn’t going to be enough to cover the ass whoopin’ The Steve is going to lay on you.

McGee shakes his head and yells at the The Steve, “That was terrible”.

The Steve: The crowd liked it.

McGee palms his face as the crowd breaks into a Steve chant. McGee breaks out a cocky smirk as he snatches the mic out of The Steve's hand.

McGee: Are you serious right now...look old man, the autograph table for the has beens are out by the concession stands.

McGee bursts out laughing as the expression on The Steve's face grows more serious.

McGee: You’re for real...you wanna dance with the H.S.I.C?

The Steve motions for McGee to fight. The Steve keeps shouting “Come on!”. Meanwhile, Sean stands there looking at The Steve completely unimpressed.

McGee: It doesn't matter Steve, you see, the only thing that matters is this...

McGee dangles the World title in The Steve's face.

McGee: And the fact that you're standing in the ring alone against 3 SAVAGES.

The Steve turns and is met by a vicious clothesline from The Monster. Dupree gets involved by driving his shoe violently into the The Steve's ribs.

To add insult to injury, McGee tells his partners to lift him up one more time. The two men grab an arm and drag The Steve to his feet.

McGee yells something that can't be picked up by the audio as he gets a running start and drives the OCW title across the forehead of the OCW legend.

Flanked by The Monster and Tiberius Dupree, McGee stands over the crumpled body of the Steve as the scene fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What an awful display to kick off the Graduation Edition of Riot!
	WELCOME BACK STEVE, HAHAH!

	How can you condone that muggin? We have a great show for you folks despite that disgusting display of cowardice from Our Champion.
	This sucka is gonna run long, we going three hours tonight BABY, strap in its gonna be a gas!

The commentators briefly show a video of Dennis Black performing his first make a wish on behalf of OCW earlier that day.

The camera briefly panned to Madison clapping and rolling her eyes then quickly went back to Dennis. A check from OCW was presented by Dennis. Oddly enough, it was pre dated. Probably due to pyro costs.

The scene then shifted to the make a wish kid asking Dennis to beat up Tank, because his favorite wrestler was Jimmy Henry.

The kid was too sick to watch the latest Turmoil, and missed the table situation with Dennis and Jimmy. He also asked for a hug from Madison, but she refused...stating she had a bad cold.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Making dreams come true!
	I want Madison to make my dreams come true!

Seb walked through the Riot backstage area. Not much to this place. He thought, finding the area where the Turmoil guys were designated and placing his bag down.

The intern who interviewed him last week was heading his way.

Inter: Mr Abbott, last week you savagely attacked Dylan Graves after your match even though you won. Rather cheaply I might add. What have you to say about that?

Seb laughed, then cleared his throat.

Seb: It would've been much better if that fat f*ck Bill Ding kept his obese face out of it, but hey he's taken this kid under his wing. Whether it's to eat him or groom him,= I'm not sure but I believe Mr Ding will discard Dylan like a garden salad when he outgrows his usefulness.

Intern: That didn't even answer my question. Whoa what the?

The intern was nudged aside by Dylan Graves, who was staring daggers Seb.

Seb: Why hello there Dylan, what seems to be your problem?

Seb chuckled maliciously as Dylan got into his face cutting the chuckle short. The pair stood toe to toe, glaring at one another until Dylan took a step back.

Dylan: You're my problem, Sebastian. Last week on Turmoil you won the match, if you can call that a win. I call what you did cowardly, myself. Worse, you continued to attack me! If it wasn't for Bill I might not be able to compete tonight.

Seb: And what are you going to? I'm here right now in front of you. Do something about it.

Dylan threw his arms up in frustration when something big shoved Dylan aside and smashed Seb square in the face.

Bill Ding: Son of a gun, I was sure he was the sandwich ninja!

Seb, now on his arse looked up at the man who cold cocked him. A fat mountain of a man stood over Seb heaving and wheezing. Seb even heard him let loose a fart followed by a belch.

Dylan: Whoa, Bill. Perfect timing. Now what the heck are you talking about?

Bill: Some bloke told me a guy with a stupid moustache had my egg salad sandwich. When I saw him, he matched the description. Plus, it would explain why he attacked you after the bell last week, he wanted to steal your sandwich too.

Dylan shook his head in bewilderment and face palmed.

???: Gentlemen, gentlemen please stop acting like Neanderthals. I have a proposition for you.

All three men turned to see a Segway with flat screen hovering there, a face staring hard at them all. It was Daryl Bradley flanked by his security team.

DB: If Mr Abbott can find himself a tag partner, we'll have Dylan Graves and Bill Ding vs. Seb Abbott and mystery opponent. However, Seb.. If you can't find a partner before Turmoil 115 goes to air it will be a two vs. one handicap match!

Bradley twirled his moustache letting what he said sink in, a devious glint in his eye.

DB: I have more pressing matters to attend to, farewell chaps.

Seb had gotten to his feet and shook the cobwebs clear from his head then put some distance between Bill, Dylan and himself as Bradley segwayed away.

Seb: Good luck in your match tonight Dylan. I'll be watching.

Seb rubbing his jaw, walked backwards until he came to a joining corridor and promptly left in search of a potential ally.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	You don't mess with a mans sandwich!
	TESTIFY!

The scene fades into a title card which reads “Dinner with Three”, the title card fades into a relatively fancy restaurant known as Sakuraba’s.

The camera slowly approaches a corner table where the OCW Champion Sean Mcgee is wearing his finest track suit emblazoned with “CHAMPION” and “BUFFNESS” on the sleeves and back; across from him is the miraculous magnate Tiberius Dupree wearing his finest white suit sewn by the most haggard, widowed, and depressed Vietnamese seamstress in the galaxy; between them, and sat on the floor in the corner, is the Monster who is chewing on a blue rare steak.

Dupree: F*ck a graduation. My so called graduation there was only 2 of us and I ain't get no match against a top-tier vet, I got f*cking Hazard. I swear Jay must be out of his goddamn mind. 4 out of 5 of these f*ckers will turn out to be Michael Hollywood with a goddamn exit plan and getaway driver.

McGee : At least you got to graduate… I didn't get sh!t , but a loss for Rookie of the year to a fucking vet !!!

Dupree: True...true. I hope every single rookie spontaneously combusts in an explosion of pure green shit. And Jay has to clean it up with the thong he brought Nathan for graduation. F*ck I'm losing my damn appetite just thinking about it.

McGee: I bet you’re getting thirsty though.

Dupree: Hella thirsty. Speaking of thirsty, you know whose sake I want to piss in and hope he drinks every goddamn drop?

McGee: Who?

Dupree: F*cking Ryu.

The Camera pans to another section of the restaurant we see two men sitting at a table with a third empty chair. Tobin Frost is wearing khaki’s and a black button down shirt, next to him is Ryu Matsumoto who’s wearing dark jeans, a t-shirt, and has the EX Division Title slung over his shoulder. As Tobin dines on his healthy looking salad Ryu is speaking to the waitress.

RYU: Now can I order this as an entré?

WAITRESS: Sir, that's from our desert section. It's a Triple fudge Lava cake.

RYU: And?

TOBIN: Come on man stop jerking her around and order something real. What’s up with that belt you have there?

RYU: I dunno, someone gave it to me to hold today. You think if I threw on a wig people would mistake me for Hide?

The camera pans to the announce team.

	This is going to be a thing isn't it!
	We eat steaks, MUTHA (the camera fades)

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