OCW Tryouts featuring Head Talent Scout D. Nile

[The LEO]

~We cut to a pro wrestling training facility. Actually, scratch that. We’re inside the OCW Arena...the ring is empty. The normal red and black ropes have been replaced with generic white ropes. The mat, instead of proudly displaying the OCW logo, is bland and gray. There are no fans...merely one man in attendance. He’s seated front row, legs crossed, chin in hand. He leans back, observing the 8 individuals inside the ring~

D. Nile: Hello. Welcome to your official OCW tryout. My name is D. Nile and I’m the head of OCW’s Scouting Department. Please introduce yourselves...real name, or character...if you have one.

~A hefty male steps up~

Hefty Male: Name’s Brawn Swine! ARGH

~D. Nile jots the name down. A slender male is up next~

Slender Male: They call me...THE VOID

~More note jotting. D. Nile motions for the third tryout participant to step forward. It’s a normal sized guy~

Normal Sized Guy: They call me Hunter ‘The Oak’ HardWOOD!

~He thrusts his pelvis when saying ‘wood’. Nile nods, jotting stuff down. A female steps up~

Female: Saffron Rogue…

~She gives a mysterious bat of the eyes. EVEN MORE NOTE JOTTING. An arrogant, well built man is next~

Arrogant Man: Name’s Boomboom Taboo...sup

~He throws his head at Rogue. She giggles~

D. Nile: Easy now, guys. Let’s keep it professional. NEXT

~Your average joe walks up~

average joe: Name’s John.

~D. Nile makes a note, his eyes widen as he says, “O-kay.” Another female steps up, she’s perkier than the last~

Perky Female: I’m Jasmine Jade!

~She twirls around. D. Nile makes some final notes~

D. Nile: Alright, let’s see what you’ve all got.

~The 8 amateur wrestlers take their turns running the ropes, grabbing holds, doing flips and shit...ya know, wrestling stuff. Some of it looks solid. Some okay. And some of their shit looks about as horrid as a block of text from Melinda Rhodes the morning after one of her signature psychopathic breakdowns. A few hours pass. These eight amateurs are EXHAUSTED. D. Nile, noticing that the work rate is getting sloppier by the second, puts an end to the madness~

D. Nile: Alright, that’s enough!

~They stop and lean against the ropes and in the corners...gasping for air. Boomboom Taboo seems to be in the best shape. So, he’s able to get a few words out~

Boomboom Taboo: What’s the D stand for, sir?

D. Nile: Dee.

~His cadence and emotion is as brief as his response. D. Nile starts gathering his belongings~

Boomboom Taboo: Sooo?

~The eight are wondering if they are going to get any sort of directive~

Boomboom Taboo: Do we, like sign a contract? You want us to come back for another tryout? You gonna call us back...what’s the deal?

~D. Nile stops. He stares at the 8 exhausted, hopeful athletes~

D. Nile: I’m sorry. But we’re not accepting applications. We appreciate your interest.

The 8 Competitors: AWWWWWW

~D. Nile exits. As soon as he’s out of view diVersity hits the ring. They begin clubbing and beating the 8 amateur wrestlers before dragging them out of the OCW ring and into the parking lot. We fade out~