Post Riot 622: Exclusive Footage of the Tag Champs

The camera crew is in the OCW locker room post-show. The tension in the air is palpable as the Tag Team Champions, Mass Effect—Devon Flash and RyVaughn—are pissed. Devon is pacing back and forth, while RyVaughn sits on a bench, a towel pressed against his forehead to stop the bleeding from his match. Their titles glint in the light, almost mocking them after their unexpected defeat.

Devon: (pacing angrily) We lost to Anthony Martin and Paul Harris!? When in the hell did those two pretenders turn into contenders!? That couldn't have been the same A-Mart from two weeks ago!

Ryvaughn is looking at his face on his phone's camera. He looks absolutely distraught as he assesses the damage done to his face.

Ry: (mumbling, wincing) First my arm at Hard Target, now this. Why is the tag division so damn reckless with pretty people!? My photoshoot with the GGQ is definitely cancelled now!

Devon ignoring Ryvaughn keeps angrily pacing looking for things to toss around the room to help with the bitter taste of losing.

Devon: (snarling) On top of that, Perfect Storm and Grit and Glory are higher on the card than us? It’s a joke! This whole night a joke!

Ry tunes back into Devon’s ranting and his eyes are clouded with anger and a little bit of blood.

Ry: (grimacing) Don't get me started on Grit and Glory. I bet they're loving this—a win for them while we're back here licking our wounds. But oh well, let them celebrate their small victories. They don't have the gold that places them at the top of the pack. We may be losers tonight, but until someone takes these titles off us, we're the champions of losers!

Devon stops pacing and shakes his head 

Devon: Dawg, I think you might have a concussion or something. "Champions of losers"? That doesn’t even make sense.

Devon gathers up his and Ry things and angrily stuffs their belongings in their respective bags.

Devon: Let’s get you some ice and medical attention before you start saying we’re the kings of chumps or something.

Ry: (weakly) Whatever, man 

Ry points at his bleeding forehead

Ry: I’m losing blood here. Can we focus on that?

Devon grabs RyVaughn by the arm and helps him up. They start heading towards the locker room door, their frustration still evident but now laced with a hint of concern for RyVaughn’s injury.

Devon: (muttering) Next time we hit that ring, no more flukes. No more screw-ups. We're gonna get back on the same page and we're gonna show everyone we are here to stay as champs!

Ry: (nodding weakly) Damn right. 

The camera follows them out of the locker room, capturing the burning determination in their eyes despite the night's loss. Mass Effect is down, but far from out, ready to reclaim their dominance in the tag team division.

Edited June 24, 20241 yr by Stacy Clark