MANHATTAN CENTER, NYC

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Welcome to Riot 429, from the city that never sleeps!
	The party is jumping on a Tuesday!

	We have a great show for you tonight so lets kick things into high gear!
	KICKING IN, B!

The closer Wrestlution gets, the larger and more chaotic. This in turn has made the roster even more exciting and daring. After the main event last Riot, no one knows what to expect anymore. Suddenly the lights in the arena go blood red the music emits from the sound system.

Nathan climbs into the ring and paces to and fro, a huge smile across his face. The crowd boos constantly, forcing him to keep pacing while he waits for it to quiet down. Once it does, he brings the mic slowly up to mouth, the boos rise again forcing him to lower the mic. He just smirks more and leans against the ropes, waiting. Finally his moment arrives...

Nathan Carter: "Welcome to RagnaRIOT!!!!"

No one approves.

Nathan Carter: "New York, is that any way to welcome the top star here in OCW?"

The crowd boos again, Nathan enjoys getting under their skin so much that his smile is almost from ear to ear. He scratches his chin as he goes on.

Nathan Carter: "You don't like it when a young, sexy, glorious lover, and future of this company, beats down a shriveled, decaying, lame excuse of a walking corspe has-been?"

The crowed erupts in a violent burst of boos! Lots of rude chants, some even chanting "Assohole!"

Nathan Carter: "You disappoint me New York...but not as much as The Jets previous season disappointed THE ENTIRE WORLD!"

The boos somehow manage to get louder, and more vicous! Nathan spots a ton of Jets shirts in the crowd, he lets loose.

Nathan Carter: "LIVING IN NEW YORK AND ONE SUPER BOWL VICTORY 50 YEARS AGO DOESN'T AUTOMATICALLY MAKE YOU GOD'S CHOSEN FOOTBALL TEAM, YOU MONGOLOIDS!"

An obvious Jets fan in the front row throws a water bottle at Nathan, he catches it and sets it down beside one of his fantastic looking wrestling boots.

Nathan Carter: "How thoughtful of you, I'll be thirsty later when I'm going up against Tobin Frost!"

A huge "OOOOOOH" echoes throughout the crowd! Nathan holds his throat and pantamimes his throat being dry.

Nathan Carter: "But enough about your wretched football team, and the shoe-in victory I have later tonight..."

The audience is just tired of his crap at this point, and more boos and negative chants follow.

Nathan Carter: "...I'm here to talk about last week, and how I took Leonheart to The Pleasure Palace! And now Leon is watching from a hospital most likely. Smythe, I hope you aren't afraid of heights!"

The crowd is not pleased one bit, Nathan is however, and can't get enough of the hate.

Nathan Carter: "You two have a very rough road ahead of you, taking Main Event spots from people who deserve it! Ragnarok has worked very hard these past few months, and we have to take a backseat for those who already had their chance and lost? Well...

Nathan clicks his tongue.

Nathan Carter: "Those times are ooooooover! I said OOOOOOOOOVER! The Ragnarok Revolution has begun, Leon and Smythe are our first victims, and we are in no way even close to being done with them. THIS IS THE YEAR OF THE WOLF BABY!"

The camera pans to the ramp.

Smythe looks at Nathan Carter and he smiles as he paces the ring. He looks at Cater as he raises the microphone to his mouth.

Smythe: "My my the rookies have evolved. I'm almost impressed... key word is almost... I'm going to tell you something... if you want to come down to the ring after I beat Leon and beat him within an inch of his life I'm all for it. I would actually most likely help you punks do it for the sheer enjoyment."

The crowd boos as Smythe paces the ring with a smirk on his face as usual Nathan goes to speak into the mic but Smythe gives him a stern look to shut him up before continuing.
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Smythe: "But you raise the cage before I can climb out of it and send me 100 feet into the air so I fear for my life... And unfortunately for you... we now have a problem!!!"

The crowd starts to cheer anticipating an altercation as Smythe looks ready to pounce on Carter.

Smythe: "I would jump on you right now and light you up. But there's two things stopping me. The first one being that when I said jump on you, it probably turned you on didn't it?"

Nathan starts to nod his head with a smile while the crowd starts chanting "that's disgusting" with the accompanying clap.

Smythe: "Second I have a date in Jurassic park with a dinosaur later tonight and last time we met in that ring it didn't go my way so I should be 100 percent tonight. But do me a favour young padawan!!! take a number and get to the back of the line of people that want to get in the ring with the Living Legend... Ask your friend Kassidy Hayes... It's not easy, being this good, for this long!!!"

Nathan continues to size Smythe up while waiting for the crowd to settle after DaWonder's remarks. Keeping his cool he begins to pace the ring, never taking his eyes of Smythe.

Nathan Carter: "It's not easy being good for that long, but it was damn sure easy making you look like a scared litte bitch real quick. Smythe, it is unfortunate that you got put in such a...percarious posistion. You need to expect this to be the norm from here on out. Your time's up baby."

The crowd boos of course. Nathan holds his hand up in defiance.

Nathan Carter: "WE don't have a problem, Smythe. YOU have a problem."

Smythe DaWonder: "The hell you talkin' about?"

Nathan Carter: "You're in Wolf Country now, sweet ass."

The comes to life with displeasure as they know damn well what that means. When suddenly...

The Camera Pans To The Crowd!

Ragnarok now has Smythe completely surrounded! Smythe, never one to back down from a fight, slowly starts to unbutton his vest. The crowd isn't happy as the odds are most certainly not in DaWonder's favor. Before Smythe can finish with the vest, Nathan stops him.

Nathan Carter: "Someone's been working out."

The crowd boos, but the ladies all scream! Ragnarok shares a hearty chuckle. Nathan smirks at Smythe, who has now stopped the shirt process and is staring right into Nathan's eyes. After a brief and awkward silence, Smythe begins to button his shirt up. The audience in attendance is laughing with Nathan on that one. He stops abruptly and gets right in The Legend's face!

Nathan Carter: "Make no mistake about it Wonder Boy...

A large "OOOOH" emits from the crowd!

Nathan Carter: "...We will meet one day, and solve this so called "Problem". Not tonight though, no no no no. You have a match against good ol' Porker tonight."

Nathan backs off. The crowd boos the mere mention.

Nathan Carter: "We have something in common you and me. Last time I met the troglodyte he used the ropes to secure a victory which would otherwise be mine. I want to watch you beat him sensless...And Smythe..."

Nathan gets back in The Legend's face!

Nathan Carter: "I really, really, really, like to watch.

And with that Nathan and the others exit the ring, leaving Smythe to wonder what the hell is going on.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Looks like the wolves are playing mind games!
	They better be careful!

Amazing Pine vs Karina Johnson

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Wham Bam!
	Thank you, b

As Riot rumbles on, we cut backstage where a waiting Jim Black is ready to give another award winning interview with an OCW superstar. He gets word that the camera is rolling and begins.

Black: Please welcome my guest at…

Before he can finish, he gets an open palm to the face, shoving him out of shot and introducing the interviewee for the segment – Kid Ego himself Paul Pugh. The camera focuses on him as he snatches the microphone away from Jim Black.

Pugh: …and that’s why its perfect. It has to be perfect. Jim do you know why its perfect?

Black looks confused

Black: I…

Pugh: Its perfect because its all that’s left. HE’s not who they think he is. HE’s… No HE’s not. HE’s not even… Jim do you know what I’m saying?

Black shrugs as Pugh gives him a death stare

Pugh: Summercide 2013 Jim. You know what happened that night? HE made his first mistake…

Pugh stops, as if he’s waiting for Jim Black to ask him a question

Black: He?

Pugh: …see the joke around the locker room is, no matter who the real main event is… if HE’s in a match – it’s the main event… you know where the joke came from? Me.

Pugh: HE pulled a power move and HE ruined my World Title reign before it’d even got going. HE interfered in the match where I won the thing.

Pugh: HE had to stick his wrinkly old ass in matters that didn’t concern him.

Pugh: You think HE is a good guy Jim? No Jim – HE isn’t the good guy.

Pugh: I’m the good guy. I’m the guy that these people want to see. Not him.

Black seemingly clicks who Pugh is talking about as Pugh looks pensive.

Black: Are you talking about Nate Orti…

Pugh slaps his palm into Jim’s face again

Pugh: Do not disrespect me. Jim can I ask you a question?

Black: Sure

Pugh: Do you think HE is the greatest guy ever to wrestle for this company? Do you think HE is the lifeblood?

Black: I mean… Nat…

Pugh: Do not say HIS name.

Black: Yes I…

Before Black can finish, Pugh lights him up with a superkick that knocks him out of his damn boots.

The microphone clatters a couple of times as Jim collapses to the ground in a heap. Pugh cracks his neck and takes the microphone again

Pugh: That’s a real shame Jim. If you would’ve said no I’d be taking you out for a steak dinner.

He grins and turns back to the camera

Pugh: See the more I think… the more I obsess about it – maybe Versus is right… maybe HE is the best.

Pugh: Maybe HE is the scalp that you have to take. You look up and down the hall of fame, and… there’s chumps, there’s clowns, there’s amish dudes with gun fetishes… but there’s only one that stands out.

Pugh: #1. Numero Uno – Nate Ortiz.

He pauses as the crowd pops for Nate Ortiz’s name

Pugh: See… I’ve done it all, seen it all, been it all… but so has HE… World Titles, Main Events, Sell out arenas, years on top… step for step…

Pugh: The only difference – the only thing separating us… the Hall of Fame.

The crowd pop for Pugh not being in the hall of fame.

Pugh: …and when you look at the Hall of Fame – these relics who think they were the finest this company had…

Pugh: I don’t want to be remembered as one of those animals. If I’m ever going to take my place in the Hall of Fame – I’m going in as number one.

He thinks and grins as he continues

Pugh: If HE is the benchmark, then what does that mean for me? Well it’s real simple. I have to retire HIM.

Pugh: As long as HE’s around, there’s potential to add to his legacy, more potential title reigns, more potential main events… NO.

He’s hyped at this point, and is visibly ready to brawl.

Pugh: … It seems to me that if I’m going to kill HIS career – I have to do it in a place where HE made his name. The house that HE built – Wrestlution…

The fans are going wild for the potential match as Pugh begins to pace up and down. The camera comes out a little to see the path he’s taking, carefully stepping of Jim Black’s carcass.

Pugh: …and I know what you’re thinking – why would HE. What has HE got left to prove? Well let me take you back to where tonight’s story started – Summercide 2013… Tiberius Dupree vs HIM.

Pugh: Do we remember what happened? No…? Well let me remind you – Dupree ran over HIM. That was the last time HE got into a wrestling ring – and word on the street is… it’s still eating him up.

Pugh: Eating him up that he succumbed so easily – that he looked so dull… the ring rust was real that night… See when you lose a match – it always hurts – but when you barely put up a fight in “biggest” Main Event in Summercide history… well you’ve gotta feel like a pussy right?

Pugh: I mean… I sure as hell would’ve if I had my ass handed to me like that… but… you know – I probably wouldn’t run for the hills and hide for 3 years.

Pugh smiles again as an audible OOOOOHHHHHHHH radiates around the arena

Pugh: So what I’m offering you Nate… is a chance to redeem yourself… and I know you’re probably sat in your La-Z-Boy in your old folks home, wondering where your pals The Steve, Versus and Majin are… but Nate.

Pugh gets right into the camera

Pugh: Imagine how great it would be to retire – to not have to worry about some young upstart calling you out every couple of years and you having to get your ass beat because your machismo won’t let you stay at home – I know you’re tired Nate.

Pugh: I know you just want to slip off the face of the earth and into the abyss – and this is your chance… but you can’t go out like a pussy.

Pugh: So what about one last dance?

Pugh: One last opportunity to prove yourself. One last chance to prove once and for all that, no matter how good someone gets – no matter what they achieve… they’ll never be Nate Ortiz.

Pugh rustles around in his tights for a moment and brings out a sheet of paper, unrolling it and showing it to the camera.

The text reads “Nate Ortiz vs Paul Pugh – Wrestlution 10 contract”. Underneath some terms and conditions, two lines are waiting to be filled in. Pugh moves the contract away from the camera and notices he doesn’t have a pen.

He looks around and sees Jim Black still on the floor. Pugh wanders over to him and gives him a quick pat down before pulling a pen from his inside jacket pocket.

He slaps Jim twice on the cheek and then rolls the contract out onto his chest.

Finally, Pugh signs his name on the sheet and shows it to the camera, before quickly snatching it back. He rolls it back up, tucks it back into his trunks and then blows a kiss to the camera as the scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Did Paul Pugh just call out The Greatest of All Time?
	Pugh can't call himself out!

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