January 26th, 2004
~The screen is black as the previous program has finally come to an end…you are on the edge of your seat, anxiously awaiting the return of OCW. Finally, the original, red and black logo of Online Championship Wrestling flashes onto your screen…it slowly fades out. Next, flashes shots of some of OCW’s previous moments. We see shots of Scott Syren, Johnny Hunter, Lurrr, Perfectly Marvelous, Silverfreak, Scorpion, Tatum Coe, Big Bifford, Goldie, Tah Murdah, Slim Shady, Special K, Shadow Stalker, D Double D, Brodie Young, Shane Thunder, Logan Caine, and finally, Dean…then the world Online comes up and it slowly breaks apart as “Omega” flashes into view…the next shots are of OCW’s superstars from its last run, Silver Cyanide, Jin Royale, Jason Stone, Tony Cuffari, Josh Allen, Andy Murray, Eric Mobely, Kannon, Killa Kali, Titan 3, Jack Sullivan, Jackal, Sex and Violence, and Top Dog…the word “Oblivion” hits the screen in its blue and white coloring…it, suddenly, it shattered as those famous words “Monday Night Massacre” take its place in the old red and black coloring. We then see “2004” hit the screen as we fade into a jam packed arena full of screaming OCW fans. The camera pans through them as they are going absolutely wild…a few signs are picked up by the camera, some of the notable ones are “Will you Marry Me Jin?” or “Jack Sullivan sucks” or “Who the hell is Kevin Heat?” or “Lurrr is spelled with three r’s!”…after panning through all these signs…we finally settle on one thing that has remained a constant in OCW, the announce team. Sam and Hood, who seem as giddy as can be, appear ready to call the action~
Sam: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre, 2004!!!
Hood: Holy Fucking Shit, Sam…I’m so pumped up!! I’m so happy to be here, that I almost forgot I was sitting next to a complete dipshit.
Sam: Well, thanks, Hood…I guess…anyways, OCW fans…tonight is OCW’s long awaited return show with many of the top names from a year ago back for action! You’ll see Hall of Famer’s such as Pete Parker, Silver Cyanide, and Lurrr. Not to mention former World Champion, Jin Royale.
Hood: And if that isn’t enough to give you wrestling nerds a boner, how about these names…Jack Sullivan, Kevin Heat, Tony Cuffari, Mark Kelley, and Gambler Greg!!!
Sam: Absolutely! Plus, in just a moment, we’ll present all of you with the dark matches from earlier this evening as a plethora of OCW rookies went at it in four fatal four ways, and one singles match, all vying to show President Murray who the best of the best is.
Hood: Yes, and with all the titles vacated, now is the time to impress…anyone, and I mean ANYONE, could be sitting atop the OCW ladder come Razorbacked III in February.
Sam: Good point, Sam…well, on a rather disappointing note, one of the promised matches will not take place. Xavier White, for unspecified reasons at this time, has apparently walked out of OCW, leaving Sean Crimson without an opponent.
Hood: What a pussy
Sam: As if that weren’t enough…Sean Crimson apparently caught on fire on his way over here and couldn’t make the show either.
Hood: Hmm…Crimson, catching on fire…I’m not Sherlock Holmes or anything, but I think I sense a connection.
Sam: I see where you’re going with this, Hood…but, just thought I’d pass that along…
~"In My Grip" begins to play, and the lights in the arena go out. As they go out, red spotlights shine down onto the entrance ramp, forming a 'red carpet" of light going from the entrance to the ring. Slowly, Jack Sullivan makes his way to the ring, being greeted by a chorus of boos. Behind him walk six stage-hands, each paired off and carrying large stone tablets. Jack slides into the ring, and the workers slowly enter the ring as well, laying down the stone tablets in the middle of the ring. The music stops playing, and the lights go back on as Jack grins to the crowd with a microphone in hand~
Sam: What on Earth is he up to?
Hood: Looks like some weird shit, maybe you should go join in Sam.
Sam: Not likely.
Jack Sullivan: Greetings to all my fans out there in the OCW. Wait, hold on a minute... I don't have fans. I spend too much time crushing your old favorites to get cheered by a bunch of simpletons like yourselves. You see, I, the TRUE legend of wrestling, have made it a habit of taking down the so-called "legends" of the OCW. I have beaten the likes of El Linchador, Silver Cyanide, and even the owner of OCW himself, Andy Murray!
~The crowd boos even louder as Jack continues to rant, causing him to grin even more~
Sam: This man has no sense of decency, putting down the legends of OCW like that. I'm willing to bet they were all fluke wins.
Hood: Stop denying the truth Sam, Jack Sullivan IS The Legend. You're just crying because he took out your buddies Silver Cyanide and El Linchador before!
Sam: ...What are you talking about? Last time we airred, you were dedicating songs to El Linchador.
Hood: SILENCE~!
Jack Sullivan: Well, I'm sure you are all wondering what each of these stones are? Well, you see, these are tombstones. Each one represents the career of one legend I have beaten over the past year. You see, we have El Linchador, we have Silver Cyanide, we even have Andy Murray. Tonight, I plan on adding a new tombstone to my collection, when I destroy the carrier of LURRR! I hope the rest of you in the back play close attention to what I say and do over the next few weeks, as those actions will make me the OCW World champion. You might actually learn something.
~"In My Grip" begins to play as Jack Sullivan exits the ring to constanting booing, and the workers begin to remove the tombstones from the ring. We go back to ringside~
Sam: Jack Sullivan certainly isn’t short on confidence.
Hood: Nope, it’ll be interesting to see how Lurrr handles “The Legend”
Sam: Absolutely! Now, before we go to the Dark Matches, let’s show you a taped interview with President Murray, earlier this evening.
~We go backstage where we see the nice, oak desk of OCW’s President, Andy Murray. He has a huge smile on his face, obviously excited about OCW’s new era. Standing, next to his desk, he looks into the camera, with a few things to pass along to the OCW faithful~
Andy Murray: This is your president speaking and first, let me say, that it is my pleasure to bring Online Championship Wrestling back to all of you! Especially with the show now being broadcast, live, to Scotland, I’m especially excited! I plan to make this the best era OCW has ever seen…not just the longest, but the best! However, there is this business of the World Title I think I’d better address. Speculation has been running rampant about an eight man tournament for the coveted World Title. Well, let me state this…THERE WILL BE NO 8 MAN TOURNAMENT!
~In the taped feed, Murray pauses, expecting for a reaction from the crowd…he gets it as the crowd all seem to let out a light gasp in shock, having assumed there was going to be a tournament. Murray continues~
Andy Murray: I never said there would be any tournament, I just said eight men would all have a shot in a World Title scenario. What is that scenario? Well, here is how it’s going to work out…there will be four tag teams, which equal to eight men. Next week, these four tag teams will be in action, two matches, four teams. The two teams that win, well the four wrestlers of those two teams will go on to Razorbacked III to face each other in a Fatal Four Way, Hell in a Cell, for the OCW World Heavyweight Title!!!
~Murray pauses again, this time the crowd erupts in cheers, anticipating one hell of a match for the World Title. Murray continues~
Andy Murray: Only question remaining is…who is the eight competitors, AND, who are their partners? Well, at the end of the evening, I will reveal this information…but, until then, sit back, relax and enjoy Monday Night Massacre!
~The taped feed ends as we cut back live to Sam and Hood. Sam seems in shock as Hood is busy flirting with a hot chick behind him~
Sam: Hood, oh my gosh, did you hear that?
Hood: Hold on, Sam, I’m getting her digits
Sam: Digits? Dude, we are on live television!
Hood: Hey, don’t mess with a playa in the middle of laying down his game
Sam: You’re insane! However, what is also insane, is a fatal four way, Hell in a Cell, for the World Title at Razorbacked III! My Gosh!! Careers could most definitely be defined, altered, and possibly ended on that very evening. I’m just curious as to who the eight men are…will it be the obvious choices in Lurrr, Pete Parker, and Jin Royale? A few rookies…or is Murray going to throw us a curve ball and unveil a few former OCW members that have been kept “a secret” since the roster was announced. Any thoughts, Hood?
Hood: Yup…
Sam: Great, I’d love to get your input
Hood: I’m gonna get laid tonight, woohoo
Sam: Ugh, let’s get to those dark matches.
Winner: Nitro
~Another squash match…Brandon Fox completely dominated Nutso, Sage, and the fan favorite, Gordon Gnome. While throwing Gnome around the ring like a football, Fox was also able to nail both Sage and Nutso with his famous Top Rope Michinoku Driver(The Jury Drop)…After nailing these two poor bastards with this move, Fox was declared victorious in the second rookie squashing of the dark evening~
Winner: Brandon Fox
~Holy Shit!! A rookie match that wasn’t completely one sided, I think I just shit my pants…ahem…anyways, to the action. Psycho and Pharrell followed the other losers actions as they basically laid down in the middle of the ring like a couple of cheap prostitutes while Gratton and Rainz had their way with them. Gratton would punish, humiliate, and castrate Mr. Pharrell by disposing of his sorry ass with The Eruption…meanwhile, around that same time, Rainz would completely embarrass Psycho to the point that his wife would leave him for the fat dude who picks up their garbage the next morning, as he nails him with a perfect Shooting Star Press(Drop of Shane). Once this Massacre ended…Rainz and Gratton would face off and go toe to toe for quite awhile, awakening the dead crowd. With Rainz and Gratton trading blows back and forth and countering impressive looking moves…it would finally come down to Rainz blocking the Eruption and dropping Gratton with a DDT. Then, climbing to the top rope and nailing Gratton with The Drop of Shane and getting the win. Two impressive rookies~
Winner: Shane Rainz
~The crowd lets out a huge groan when they see Matt Ward Jr make his way to the ring. Having believed that Murray had fired him, seeing as he was taken out of the first match, their hopes were dashed when he was announced as Nitro’s replacement in this match. However, they were happy again when Hardcore Timmay, someone with talent, is announced. They fall back asleep when Tutone goes to the ring and go into a coma when Blade is announced. Ward Jr quickly shows his stupidity as he tries to make fun of Hardcore Timmay, making South Park references…what a dumbass, Hardcore Timmay responds by beating the ever living shit out of Junior and delivers not one, not two, but three Five Star Shooting Star Presses(The Hardcore Revolution) to this bastard. While doing this, Tutone and Blade try to fight each other…but nothing really happens, seeing as both men have the combined strength of my pinkie. Timmay just shakes his head at these morons, grabs a steel chair, and goes after them. This chair, being against the rules, is overlooked by the ref…he wants this match to end like the rest of us. Timmay finally grabs both men and cracks their heads open with some stiff chair shots. Nails both of them with the Hardcore Revolution and pins the two of them with ease~
Winner: Hardcore Timmay
~Biggest pop of the night, so far, comes when Mark Kelley is announced. Teck Nyne, gets little to no reaction, and the match is underway. Nyne tries some offense, but doesn’t get very far as “The Maniac” is just way too much for Nyne to handle. After a thorough thrashing, Kelley ends this extremely one-sided match by nailing Nyne with the sick looking “Mental Torture”…Kelley then goes for the pin and gets the win~
Winner: Maniac Mark Kelley
Sam: Well, certainly some interesting matches early on…including some very impressive debuts and one impressive return.
Hood: Yea, I thought Mill E. Onaire looked awesome.
Sam: Were you even paying attention?
Hood: No, not really
Sam: For the love!! Well, the ones who did look awesome were Nitro, Shane Rainz, Marcus Gratton, Hardcore Timmay, Brandon Fox, and Mark Kelley. Biggest disappointment had to be Teck Nyne.
Hood: Eh, he has a gay name anyways
~All of the sudden, "Fireproof" by Pillar begins to play across the sound system. The lights on stage turn orange and red, and the fans of OCW rise from their seats in cheers~
Sam: Well, it sounds like these people know exactly who their cheering for, Hood.
Hood: I don’t know how! It’s the first show, for God’s sake!
~Almost as if on cue, Kevin Heat steps out onto the stage and the cheering takes that leap from a huge pop to an all-out explosion! Kevin grins as he walks with a self-assured grin on his face. He slaps hands with a few fans as he makes his way down, but it can already be determined that his focus is into the ring. He rolls inside and has a nice walks around inside the ring, familiarizing himself with it. Finally, he calls over the ropes for a microphone. The timekeeper tosses him one and he catches it. In one swift movement, as the music and crowd die down, Kevin moves the mic to his lips and speaks~
Kevin: Well, well, well… I guess my career speaks for itself! Hell, why wouldn’t it? I’ve stepped up to many a challenge in my time and whether I won or lost, I still made a tremendous impact. …And that’s all thanks to you, fans…
~The fans cheer for the blatant approbation and Kevin smirks~
Kevin: Yes, I know, it may be a bit cheesy, but you’re the reason I get up ready to fight in the morning. You’re the reason I come into this ring every chance I get. And you’re the reason that I go for the win every single time I get into this ring, no matter the opponent, stipulation or odds against me. Thank you, thank you, a MILLION times thank you…
~The crowd cheers once again, louder~
Kevin: Well, I’m not going to sit here all night and go over all the same points all my so-called opponents seem to. This is a new start, a new beginning, and I’m not going to waste it. Especially since I’m going straight for the OCW World Heavyweight Championship straight off the bat. Whether I have to walk my way to the top or crawl there on my bare hands and knees, I’m going to get there and there’s nothing that a single person on the roster can say or do to stop me. You wanted it, you got it, fans…If you haven’t heard it already tonight: Welcome to the NEW OCW.
~Kevin grins and tosses the microphone back to the timekeeper. He exits the ring to a huge amount of cheers as he walks to the back~
Sam: Well, there goes the much talked about, Kevin Heat. He’s been a World Champion in RPW, a top contender in NLW, and one of the brightest upcoming stars in ICWF. Now, he stakes his claim here in OCW.
Hood: RPW, NLW, ICWF, and OCW…how many letters does that leave left in the alphabet?
Sam: How the hell should I know?
Hood: Well, you’re the statistical guru!
Sam: Well…nevermind, I’m being told Murray is taking an important phone call, let’s have a look!
~We cut backstage as Murray is on the phone, looking as excited as before~
Andy Murray: Yea, don’t worry…he’s been trying this shit for over a year now, all in failed attempts. You just do your job, get those papers signed by the judge, and everything will be okay. Yea, I know I should’ve been to court for the verdict today, but I obviously had something more important to attend. Look, when you find out the verdict, get the papers signed and call me…I’m looking forward to the good news.
~Murray hangs up the phone, looking supremely confident…we cut back to ringside~
Sam: Murray having a case in court?
Hood: Who did he rape this time?
Sam: He’s never raped anyone!!
Hood: Oh, sorry, wrong Murray
Sam: For the love!!! Let’s get to the first match…it features an OCW Hall of Famer taking on a self proclaimed “Legend”.
~ “In My Grip” by Samhain begins to play as the fans stand and collectively boo when they see the self proclaimed “Legend”, Jack Sullivan, making his way down to the ring~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall!!! Introducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, standing 6’9 and weighing in at 305 lbs…. “The Legend” Jack Sullivan!!!!!
~ “Cocky” by Kid Rock begins to play as the fans display a mixed reaction as the first ever OCW World Champion, Lurrr, arrogantly makes his way towards the ring~
Warrick: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida, standing 6’5 and weighing in at 260 lbs….Lurrr!!!!!
~Lurrr gets into the ring as the fans are excited for this bout. Up and comer Jack Sullivan facing off against OCW Hall of Famer, Lurrr. Lurrr looks across the ring as Sullivan is staring him down. Lurrr then slowly walks towards Sullivan as Sullivan walks towards him…they meet in the middle of the ring with both men staring each other down. Lurrr begins to talk trash to Sullivan as Sullivan just nods his head, arrogantly. Lurrr then smacks Sullivan across the face with an open hand, Sullivan grasps his face in shock, then returns the slap. Lurrr grows infuriated and unleashes a barrage of punches towards Sullivan’s head. Sullivan begins staggering back towards his corner as Lurrr is, to use a much exhausted phrase, “opening a can of whoop ass”. Sullivan backs up into the corner as Lurrr lifts his knee right into Sullivan’s midsection. Sullivan bends over and Lurrr takes grasp of this opportunity by taking hold of Sullivan’s head and delivering an Impact DDT right to the mat. Sullivan, stunned, rolls around the ring, holding his head in pain~
Sam: Wow! That was an electric stare down, wouldn’t you say so, Hood?
Hood: Well, I know Lurrr has been wanting to get his hands on Sullivan for some time…now he’s got his chance, I bet he doesn’t disappoint!
Sam: Well, so far…he’s proving to everyone that he is a Hall of Famer that’s still got it!
Hood: Yea, I’d say so
~Lurrr walks over to Sullivan, who is on all fours now, and delivers a soccer-style kick to Sullivan’s ribs. Sullivan grabs his ribs and falls over to his side. Lurrr then gets down on his knees and starts to punch Sullivan over and over with stiff right hands to the temple of Sullivan’s head. Sullivan grabs the side of his head, trying to cover up…finally, the ref interjects and forces Lurrr off of Sullivan~
Hood: Hey! What the hell is that ref doing?!
Sam: Closed fists are illegal…
Hood: What the fuck is this…Pussy Foot Wrestling?
Sam: Sullivan could seriously have been hurt…
Hood: Well, this ain’t fucking ballet
~Lurrr gives the ref an ear full before returning his attention to Sullivan. He grabs Sullivan by his hair and begins to pull Sullivan to his feet. Sullivan, sneaky bastard, gives Lurrr a low blow at an angle where the ref can’t see. Lurrr doubles over and falls to one knee…Sullivan then gets to his feet, still grasping his head, but takes some time out to mock the crowd as they respond with a chorus of boos~
Sam: One this is for sure…this match isn’t lacking in egomaniacs
Hood: Good point…you’ve got a Hall of Famer who isn’t afraid to tell everyone AND their mother that he’s in the Hall of Fame…and then you’ve got his opponent, a guy running around calling himself a “Legend”.
Sam: Well, if he beats Lurrr, would he then be a “Legend”?
Hood: Umm, is Kreller Masters a “Legend”?
Sam: Good point…
~Sullivan gets his focus back on the match and grabs Lurrr by his hair, pulling him to his feet. Sullivan then whips Lurrr into the ropes, Lurrr bounces off and Sullivan goes for a clothesline, however, Lurrr ducks, Sullivan then turns around and sees Lurrr bouncing off the other set of ropes, Lurrr then leaps up in the air for a flying elbow, but Sullivan catches him in mid air!! Sullivan stands still for a few seconds, holding Lurrr up, then delivers a fall away slam as Lurrr lands on his back hard, grasping it in pain~
Sam: Wow, what strength displayed by Jack Sullivan!
Hood: I guess, the fucker does weigh 300 pounds, you know
Sam: Yea, but to catch a…
Hood: Shut up, you’re not going to convince me, so don’t even try
Sam: Okay…
~Sullivan, slowly, walks over to Lurrr…taking his time, making sure he can pull all the jeers from the crowd. Pulling Lurrr to his feet, he is surprised as Lurrr jams a thumb into Sullivan’s eyes, temporarily blinded, Sullivan staggers back. Lurrr, near a corner, quickly scales the turnbuckles and finds himself standing on the second rope. He then leaps off for a double axe handle, however, Sullivan responds by meeting a flying Lurrr with a vicious clothesline! Lurrr head snaps back viciously as his body falls, limply to the mat. Sullivan then goes for a pin~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!!
Sam: Lurrr gets the shoulder up at the last second!
Hood: You’re not going to pin Lurrr that easily
Sam: Doesn’t appear so
~Sullivan gets to his feet starts to mock Lurrr as he begins to kick Lurrr’s head around with his foot. Lurrr, still a little groggy, slowly begins to get to his feet. Sullivan points at Lurrr, laughing at him, as the fans start to boo, taking the side of the Hall of Famer. Lurrr uses the ropes to pull himself up and is leaning against them. Sullivan grabs Lurrr by his hair and drags Lurrr to the middle of the ring, then, out of nowhere, Lurrr hooks Sullivan and takes him down into a small package, the ref slides into place to make the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!!
Sam: Whew!! Lurrr nearly made Sullivan pay for his in-ring antics!
Hood: Yea, that was WAY too close if you’re one of Sullivan’s 12 fans.
Sam: Uh Huh
~Sullivan gets up, visibly shaken that he almost lost the match, and Lurrr gets up seconds after. Sullivan then charges at Lurrr, going for a clothesline, Lurrr ducks, though, and reaches back, grabs Sullivan’s head and delivers a neck breaker!! Sullivan lands hard, holds his neck, but slowly drags himself back up. Lurrr, already up, is poised for Sullivan~
Sam: This looks like vintage Lurrr…looking for the superkick…
Hood: Yes, upon doing my Lurrr research, he no longer uses the superkick for a finisher, instead it’s kind of an Outsider’s Edge…but, his superkick is still hella deadly
Sam: Well, we’re about to see it!
~Lurrr goes through the superkick motion, but Sullivan ducks it!!! Lurrr then turns around and Sullivan nails him with a vicious elbow right to the jaw, Lurrr staggers back, holding his jaw in pain. Sullivan, moving quicker than he has the entire match, grabs Lurrr and lifts him up in a Crucifix Powerbomb…then, he drops Lurrr right onto his face for a facebuster. Lurrr appears to be out as Sullivan makes the pin~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings and the ref raises Jack Sullivan’s hand in victory~
Warrick: Here is your winner…. “THE LEGEND” JACK SULLIVAN!!!!!
Sam: Jack Sullivan defeats Lurrr with the Descent from Heaven…wow, what impact!
Hood: Great move, great match…great comeback for Sullivan…Lurrr on the other hand, perhaps some ring rust that needs to be worked off.
Sam: I’d be inclined to agree
~"Back in Black" by AC/DC begins playing and the crowd roars its approval. Brandon Fox appears. He's wearing blue jeans and an OCW t-shirt. He makes his way down to the ring~
Sam: Apparently Brandon Fox has something that he'd like to add to tonight's broadcast.
Hood: As many of you out there may know, Brandon Fox signed with OCW but he wrestled earlier tonight before we came on the air. So you TV fans didn't get a chance to see him in action. Let me tell you, he was part of a tremendous match-up. Let's hear what he has to say.
~Brandon Fox takes the mic from the ring announcer~
Brandon Fox: I am out here because I am one of the most popular wrestlers in the world today and I didn't want my fans out there in TV land to be robbed of the opprutunity to see me. I mean having a wrestler of my caliber wrestle in a dark match is truly under-utilizing my tremendous talents. But like I said earlier, if I have to battle my way to the top of this company, that's exactly what I'm going to do. Hell, from what I've seen so far, that really shouldn't be too difficult. I've been sitting back in the dressing room watching on the monitor and have had trouble staying awake to be quite honest. So I figured I'd better come out here to keep you fans from falling asleep as well. These guys get to wrestle on TV because they are the Superstars of OCW??? I realize the world is short on heroes these days, but this is ridiculous. You are being forced to cheer for guys that you don't really care that much about. While myself, the best athlete and most charismatic man on the face of the planet has so far been relegated to curtain jerker. Well, I've said it before and I'm saying it again. I'm serving notice that things are going to change around here. Brandon Fox will be noticed sooner than later. And I am getting ready to walk through anybody that stands in my path. I am on a mission to become the OCW Heavyweight Champion of the World. And ya know why. Quite simply, BECAUSE I CAN!!
~Back in Black" starts playing again and Brandon tosses the mic back to the ring announcer. He exits the ring and heads backstage. We go back to Sam and Hood~
Sam: Well, Brandon Fox trying to make an impact…he is yet another strong looking rookie.
Hood: Absolutely, great things may be expected out of this young man
Sam: Well, a match I’m seriously looking forward to is coming up next…two Hall of Famers, Pete Parker and Silver Cyanide!
~ “Pornstar” by Buck Cherry begins playing as the fans boo Pete Parker very loudly~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall!!! Introducing first, from Hollywood, California, standing 6’2” and weighing in at 229 lbs…Pete “Pornstar” Parker!!!!!
~With everyone expecting Silver Cyanide to appear, the OCWTron turns on and we see Silver Cyanide, yelling at Andy Murray. We listen in~
Silver Cyanide: Listen, Murray, I told you that I would show up, if, and I meant, IF you had the contract I wanted…obviously, you didn’t hear me correctly, so good bye, I’m out of here.
Andy Murray: Look, just wrestle tonight and we’ll talk tomorrow…come on, you’re going to completely screw everything up.
Silver Cyanide: Well, that’s your problem, Murray…you dropped the ball, you didn’t give me what I wanted, so I’m gone…
~With that, Cyanide storms off and exits the building. Murray, a bit shocked, takes a seat, staring off, thinking. He suddenly speaks up, talking to one of his assistants~
Andy Murray: Hey, you, go get me Hardcore Timmay, and make it fast!
~The little assistant runs off, trying to find OCW’s most impressive rookie. Another attendant speaks up~
Assistant: Uhm, Mr. Murray…Pete Parker is in the ring, waiting for an opponent.
Andy Murray: Shit, I almost forgot…send out Roz Blayze, I’m sure he’d rather do that then finish cleaning the toilets.
~The OCWTron switches off as some gay techno music begins playing and Roz Blayze sprints out to the ring, wearing a stained white t-shirt and torn, dirty jeans. He slides into the ring, getting no formal introduction. Parker stands in the middle of the ring, staring at him. Blayze nails Parker with a couple of stiff right hands, but it doesn’t phase Parker. He then grabs Blayze by the throat and chokeslams him to the mat, Blayze is motionless~
Sam: Yikes, this is going to be ugly
Hood: It was ugly the minute that gay music started playing.
~Parker then climbs to the top rope, leaps off, and nails the Five Star Spiraled Frog Splash(Climatic Finish). He goes for the pin and the ref makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings with the ref raising Parker’s hand~
Warrick: Here is your winner…PETE “PORNSTAR” PARKER!!!!!
Sam: Pete Parker with an easy win…but how about Cyanide, just walking out on the company like that…
Hood: I’m a tad disappointed…I didn’t expect a Hall of Famer to just quit like that…must be hurting for money.
Sam: Yea, it’s upsetting, but I’m sure it’s nothing we can’t get over.
Hood: Yea, I agree with you on that one…by the way, what do you think Murray wanted with Hardcore Timmay…
Sam: Good question, let’s find out!
~We cut backstage where we are too late…Hardcore Timmay is leaving Murray’s office, smiling big, grinning from ear to ear. Suddenly, that smile is wiped off when Nitro nails Hardcore Timmay in the face with a steel chair!!! Timmay falls to the ground, holding his face in pain. Nitro stomps on Timmay a couple of times before setting up the chair on the floor. Nitro then pulls Timmay to his feet, hooks him, and delivers a Pedigree(Explosivo) onto the steel chair. Timmay’s face is busted open as he is knocked out. Nitro then looks down at Timmay and slowly walks off…we cut back to ringside~
Sam: Nitro just laid out Hardcore Timmay
Hood: Yea, he sure wiped that shitty grin off his face, didn’t he
Sam: Yea, he did
Hood: Brutal attack, Nitro is making a statement
Sam: The rookies have been very focal…future looks bright! Wow, I can’t believe what a show we’ve had so far! So much action, so much destruction! On OCW’s first show back we have seen both legends and rookies make huge impacts, but now it is time to go to the back once again!
Hood: I haven’t felt this good since last night when I was doing your mom, Sam!
Sam: Dude, my mom’s in the hospital…
Hood: Really? What for…?
Sam: Herpes.
Hood: God damn it!
Sam: Hah, just kidding! Well, let’s go to the back where I’m told an “unknown figure” is standing by!
~The camera changes focus from OCW’s commentators to outside Monday Night Massacre’s arena. The line of people trying to get into the arena has died down almost completely, but there is still a man in a black trenchcoat with his back turned to the camera. His long blonde hair with jet-black highlights hangs down from the back, just below shoulder length. The dark sky shines brightly from the moon and the stars, but other than that, there isn’t much light in this scene. As the camera gets closer and closer to the figure, a silent laughing can be heard. A gigantic boom of thunder can be heard vividly, before four lightning bolts shoot down like a square around the man. Finally the figure turns around, and wearing a black shirt that reads “F*ck Off, Prepare for Destruction” is the long-gone J. Rish. The quiet laughing from earlier begins to get louder and louder, as if it’s coming from deep within his body. Rish looks at the camera with an evil smirk, before finally talking towards the camera.~
J. Rish: Well if it isn’t O-C-F’n-W, my old stomping grounds. You know, every time I had something bad going on in my life, I would walk down to that ring and beat the living hell out of whoever I was put up against. The best feeling in the entire universe is my fist exploding into some unlucky f*cks face. There is nothing that can match that. Every single Monday I would walk into the arena, and I would look for a fight. It wouldn’t matter who it would be, I just like to kick a lot of ass and beat a lot of skulls in. But for the longest time I have been away from this, this…heaven. I have lived my life differently for quite awhile now, and I have gotten by. I’ve been in the wrestling business, between owning CWF and EPW, and wrestling all around…for at least 4 years now. I’ve had my share of success, but the one thing that has always eluded me is….an OCW Title. This place has always been the very most fun for me, but I have never really “gotten there” here. Well as you all know, times have changed.
~J. Rish pulls his long baggy black jeans off of the wet ground, and looks up at the dark sky as it begins to pour down raining. Rish puts the hood of his trenchcoat over his long blonde hair, and starts to walk towards the arena entrance. Two fat security guards stand in their blue suits, awaiting any arrival. J. Rish expects that he wouldn’t be allowed in, anticipated it. Rish looks down at his watch as the two men look at him with suspicion, before suddenly clotheslining both men at the same time. J. Rish just smirks at the two men, then laughs once more. Quickly looking around for any more security guards, J. Rish hurries into the arena where OCW’s Massacre is being held in. Rish then makes his way through the fairly filled hallway, blending in with all the wrestling fans easily.~
J. Rish: I will NOT be taken for granted any longer. I WILL make an impact here in OCW, and I don’t give a damn who does or doesn’t like that fact. I haven’t wrestled for a half a decade to come up short every single time I try. I CANNOT fail any longer. Ever since EPW closed I have been waiting for the exact right moment to strike back at the wrestling business, to make that final impact. The time is now. OCW is my playing field. I will decimate anyone who steps in my path of glory. It doesn’t matter if it is the Cruiserweight, Television, International or World Title. I will become Champion, and I will become the very best. There will be many tonight that will tell you that they will be the biggest star of OCW, but who can actually back up their claims? Trust me, I can and damn sure WILL back mine up. Because if you don’t believe in what I’m saying, I will have fun Destroying you all. Take heed, be warned, I will be victorious.
~And with those words, the camera fades back to the announcing team.~
Sam: J. Rish!! I love this guy!
Hood: Thanks for sharing
Sam: Awesome! Well, next up is Kevin Heat taking on the Gamblah!! Should be fun to watch!
~ “Fireproof” by Pillar begins to play as the fans stand and some cheer Kevin Heat, as they are familiar with his various stints in other promotions. Heat gets into the ring~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall!!! Introducing first, from Baltimore, Maryland, standing 5’10 and weighing in at 217 lbs….Kevin Heat!!!!!
~ “Diamonds and Guns” by The Transplants plays throughout the arena as the fans go crazy when they see Gambler Greg make his way towards the ring area~
Warrick: And his opponent, from Grantsville, Utah, standing 5’9 and weighing in at 180 lbs…Gambler Greg!!!!!
~Greg slides into the ring as the bell sounds. Showing why he is “The Gambler”, Greg charges full speed at Heat. Heat, anticipating anything, is ready, Greg leaps at Heat…not quite sure what he was going for, but Heat quickly darts out of the way…Greg lands, front first, into the corner and his head bounces off the top turnbuckle…Greg slowly turns around and is met with a strong right hand from Heat…this drops Greg to the mat. Once Greg hits the mat, he slowly rolls out the ring, hoping to regain some of his composure~
Hood: That gamble certainly didn’t pay off
Sam: It’s like hitting on sixteen in black jack and…
Hood: Quit with the lame ass analogies
Sam: Okay
~Greg is walking around on the outside as Heat keeps his eye on him. Heat then runs over to a corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He looks down as Greg hasn’t seen Heat yet, Heat then leaps off and nails Greg with a cross body!!! Both men go tumbling to the ground in a heap, Heat holds his midsection in pain as Greg isn’t moving, much. Heat quickly recovers as he gets to his feet…he pulls Greg to his feet and nails him with some stiff right hands, keeping Greg from regaining any strength. Heat then whips Greg into the ring apron and Greg’s lower back slams into the unforgiving apron…Greg holds his lower back in pain~
Sam: Back pain, that might keep Greg from performing any high flying maneuvers.
Hood: Great analysis there, buddy
Sam: Oh, gee, thanks, Hood!
Hood: I was being sarcastic, dumbass
Sam: Oh…
~Heat, seeing the effect whipping Greg into the apron had on his back, figures he might keep working on it. He yanks Greg away from the apron and then whips him towards the guard rail. Greg is running full speed as Heat is sort of jogging behind him. Greg, in a flash, leaps up in the air and, showing great balance, finds himself standing on top of the guard rail, his back to Heat. Heat, caught off guard, doesn't move, Greg then leaps off and connects with a moonsault as the crowd goes wild over this exchange~
Sam: Wow!! There’s something I haven’t seen out of Greg
Hood: Well, the dude’s got talent…just needs to hit the weights and train a little more often…that dreaded word “dedication”…he’s OCW 2004’s version of Homeboy
Sam: Yea, but he can over come it, come on, Greg, you can do it!
Hood: Who are you, Tony Robbins? Sit down and shut the fuck up.
~Both men, slow to get up…first one to his feet is Greg, but Heat isn’t too far behind, Greg then drops Heat with a running lariat. Heat lands hard on the mat with his head snapping back, he grabs the back of his head in pain. Greg begins to stomp the crap out of Heat as the fans are still cheering, rallying behind the familiar OCW superstar. Greg stops stomping on Heat, pulls him to his feet, and tosses him into the ring. Greg hops on the apron and quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle, now, looking down at Heat, who is lying flat on his back, Greg leaps off and nails Heat with a Guillotine Leg Drop!! He nails it with perfection and high impact as he goes for the cover~
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Kick Out!!!!
Sam: Kevin Heat kicked out…wow, impressive
Hood: It was just a Guillotine Leg Drop
Sam: But, did you hear the narration? It was perfect and had massive impact
Hood: That’s it, I’m demanding a new announcing partner
Sam: Why? What did I do?
~Greg gets up and pulls Heat to his feet, he gives Heat a couple of solid forearm uppercuts as Heat falls back against the ropes. Greg then whips him off the ropes, but Heat reverses, Greg goes flying against the ropes and Heat puts his head down, Greg, stops, grabs Heat’s head and hooks him for a swinging neck breaker, but Heat counters it by nailing Greg with a shot to the midsection, then lifting Greg up, high, and dropping him with a Perfect Plex!! The ref makes the count~
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Kick Out!!!
Sam: Wow, great re-counter by Kevin Heat
Hood: Damn, those sons of bitches are quick…I could barely keep up
Sam: Great athletes here in OCW!
Hood: Way to pimp the fed, how much do they pay you when you do that?
Sam: Nothing…I do it because I want to
Hood: Geez, what a sucker
~Both men get to their feet at about the same time, Greg sends his body twirling with a spinning heel kick and he connects right on Heat’s jaw!! Heat falls backwards, head snapping back on the canvas. Greg stands over Heat and starts to stomp on Heat’s body, as Heat tries to cover up, but doesn’t do a very effective job. Greg finally stops and climbs to the top rope, waiting for Heat to get to his feet. Heat finally does and Greg leaps off, going for a Huricanrana into a pinning combination, however, as he finds himself sitting atop Heat’s shoulders, Heat holds on and drops Greg to the mat with a thunderous powerbomb!! Greg is laid out as Heat falls to one knee, trying to catch his breath~
Sam: Wow!! Just when you think Greg is back in control, Kevin Heat comes up with a great reversal!
Hood: Yea, that powerbomb was pretty brutal, doubt the Gambler can comeback from that
Sam: I’d have to agree
~Heat now finds himself on the top rope, having climbed up there, staring down at Greg, who is still motionless. Heat then leaps off and connects with an Asai Moonsault!!! The crowd cheers for this move as Heat makes the pin and the ref makes the count~
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~The bell rings as the ref raises the hand of Kevin Heat~
Warrick: Here is your winner….KEVIN HEAT!!!!!
Sam: Kevin Heat with a huge win! Gambler Greg fought hard, but Kevin Heat was just too much…finishing Greg off with his patented move, Flame Broiled.
Hood: Just like Burger King
Sam: Huh?
Hood: You know, Burger King claims to be the only fast food burger joint that grills their burgers fresh
Sam: Really?
Hood: Well, that’s what they claim…in reality, their all just a bunch of frozen soy bean patties
Sam: Yea, true…what do you think about McDonalds?
Hood: I don’t know…besides, why the fuck are we talking about this…this is a wrestling show, not a show critiquing Fast Food places.
Sam: Good point…
~The lights dim, smoke starts to pour out of the entrance way, and Indestructible by Rancid begins to play. A figure of a man forms behind the smoke, and steps through. It is Arryk Rage, and he slowly walks to the ring to a mix of cheers and boos. A red spot light follows him. He climbs into the ring, and has a mic handed to him. He walks over to the corner, and climbs up, sitting down on the top turnbuckle~
Arryk: The Man.... The Myth.... The Legend.... Oh, how great it is to step foot back inside the ring. How great it is to return to the world, to the sport that I put my blood, sweat, and tears into for many years... How sweet it is to return to the OCW. Jin Royale, I suppose I should explain my actions directed towards you. Well, there is no explination. You were in the wrong place, at the wrong time. No matter who was standing in that ring at that point in time, I would have laid them out, just as I had done to you. It was a message, to all the chumps in the back. Arryk Rage is back. You've heard the stories of the things I've done, the careers I've ended, and now, face to face, I am here to confront each one of you. Jin, don't take the chair shot personally, you weren't the first, and you won't be the last, thats for damn sure. There has been a fire burning in my gut for some time, a fire that needs to be fed. It's been almost a year since I last stepped foot inside a wrestling ring, and its been even longer since I held precious gold. I have come to OCW for two reasons. One is to feed that fire, to be back in the ring, to hurt, cripple, and other wise destroy everything and everyone I go against. The second, is to claim the one thing that has been forsaken, and has been kept away from me. The World Title. Everywhere I go, I never get my shots, I never get my chance. It's because they are afraid. Afraid of Arryk Rage representing their special federation as their World Champion. BUT NO MORE! OCW, I am the man that will hold that title, and I am the man that will bring the OCW into the year two-thousand and four.
~Arryk jumps down from the top, and walks to the middle of the ring, facing down at the mat~
Arryk: Many people have said that I'm washed up. That I can't hack it anymore. That the Arryk of old is dead and gone. They're right. The Arryk of old, the one that didn't care about that belt, that didn't care about getting his chance, he is dead. This new form stands before you. No more gimmicks, no more fancy make-up, and no more fancy ring attire. I stand before you as the man that I am every day of my life. I am not the dark, sadisticly screwed up Twiztid, and I'm not Homicidal. I'm not the Anti-Hero, and I'm not the Tortured Soul. My name is Arryk Rage, and I am a pissed off, twenty-three year old menace to the wrestling world. I will take all the chances, I will take chair shot after chair shot. I have earned my right to be part of the elite, to be one of the few. I stand here, my head held high, and my future still shining bright. I stand here, a man with one goal in mind, and that is be the World Champion. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the OCW, and welcome to Two-Thousand and Four, the year of Arryk Rage.
~Arryk slams down the mic, and slides out of the ring, his hair in his eyes. He walks to the back…we then go back to Sam and Hood~
Sam: Arguably one of the sickest, darkest minds in wrestling, Arryk Rage, has turned up in OCW!
Hood: Yea, if he sticks around, he could cause some serious damage
Sam: Key word being “IF”…anyways, it’s Main Event time…Jin Royale and Tony Cuffari, should be a great one!!
~ “Hit the Floor” by Linkin Park begins playing as the fans go crazy when they see Tony Cuffari make his way down to the ring~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall!!! Introducing first, from Lakewood, Ohio, standing 6’4” and weighing in at 295 lbs…Tony Cuffari!!!!!
~ “Wait and Bleed” by Slipknot blasts throughout the arena as the ovation for Jin Royale goes above and beyond Cuffari’s ovation. Jin gets into the ring~
Warrick: And his opponent, from Houston, Texas, standing 6’2” and weighing in at 274 lbs….Jin Royale!!!!!
~The bell rings as Cuffari and Royale quickly lock up with the crowd torn on who to cheer for. Cuffari gets the upper hand as he lifts a knee into Royale’s midsection. Royale bends over in pain as Cuffari begins to administer huge forearm blows to Royale’s back. The pounding forces Royale down to one knee. As soon as he hits one knee, Cuffari lifts his knee, again, but this time smashing into Royale’s face. Royale collapses backwards, holding his face in pain~
Sam: Nice start for Tony Cuffari in this one…apparently these two men have been through a few battles in their time.
Hood: Yea, with Jin probably winning most of them
Sam: Now, now…Tony Cuffari is a very talented performer himself
Hood: If you say so
~Cuffari helps Jin back to his feet by yanking on his hair. He then whips Jin into the corner and Jin hits hard. Cuffari charges in on Jin and nails him with a huge splash. Jin comes staggering out, looking dazed, as he does, Cuffari catches him and drops him with a huge belly to belly suplex. Jin lands hard, holding his lower back in pain~
Sam: Great technical move by Tony Cuffari!
Hood: Yea, I gotta admit, he’s really giving it to Jin Royale
Sam: Yes, OCW’s last World Champion appears to be in some trouble, Cuffari is wrestling with incredible passion!
~Cuffari walks back over to Jin and pulls him to his feet yet again…Cuffari locks Jin into a headlock and begins to apply some pressure to Jin’s head and neck. Jin responds by nailing Cuffari with some quick jabs to his rib and kidney area. Cuffari’s grip begins to weaken as Jin takes this advantage to life Cuffari high up in the air and drops him across his knee with a huge atomic drop. The momentum sends Cuffari through the middle ropes and down to the floor on the outside~
Sam: Great move by Jin Royale, time for him to get some momentum going
Hood: Yea, that sent Tony Cuffari straight out of the ring
Sam: Let’s see if he can capitalize on it
~Jin now goes to the outside staying right on top of Cuffari. Cuffari is on one knee, catching his breath as Jin walks up to him. Jin, aggressively, kicks Cuffari in the side of the head, causing him to collapse to one side. Jin then goes down, on top of Cuffari, and starts to punch away on Cuffari’s head, repeatedly, until he finally lets up, with the fans cheering the former champ~
Sam: We are seeing the aggressive side of Jin Royale…something we don’t see too often.
Hood: Well, he’s in a dogfight, he’s going to have to resort to aggression if he wants to win this one
Sam: I think you’re right on, Hood
~Jin pulls Cuffari back to his feet and whips him, head first, into the steel ring steps! Cuffari hits hard and grabs his head with pain as the impact managed to separate the top half of the steps from the bottom half. Jin pulls Cuffari right back up to his feet and leans him up against the steel ring post. Jin then goes for a spinning heel kick, but Cuffari ducks! Jin’s foot bounces off the steel post, making a sickening thud! Jin begins to limp around and rolls into the ring, holding his foot in pain~
Sam: Uh Oh…we may have just seen our first big break in the match…Jin went for a knock out move, but instead, may have knocked himself out.
Hood: Well, I don’t know about knocked out, but his foot might be broken
Sam: Yea, okay
~As Jin is in the ring, holding his ankle, Cuffari manages to get to his feet and slowly gets back into the ring, he spots Jin, holding his ankle and quickly tries to capitalize on it. He grabs Jin’s leg and drags Jin into the center of the ring, Cuffari then holds Jin’s ankle to the mat and stomps on it really hard with his right foot. Jin lets out a loud scream as he rolls around, holding his ankle~
Sam: Well, Tony Cuffari has found a spot to work on Jin’s body…he may be able to make Jin submit if he applies enough pressure.
Hood: I doubt Jin will ever say “I Quit”
Sam: You never know, it could happen
~Cuffari now climbs to the second rope, as Jin is lying in the ring, still holding onto his ankle. Cuffari then leaps off, going to nail Jin’s ankle, but Jin responds, lifting his good leg, and kicking Cuffari right into the chin. Cuffari falls backwards and is motionless. Jin slowly crawls over to Cuffari and makes a pin~
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Kick Out!!!
Sam: Wow, kickout by Tony Cuffari…he almost made the biggest mistake of the match!
Hood: No shit, he almost lost
Sam: My point exactly!
~Jin gets to his feet, a little gingerly, but appears to be feeling better, applying some pressure to his weakened ankle. Jin pulls Cuffari to his feet and whips him into a corner, Cuffari slams into the corner with tremendous force. Jin grabs Cuffari and lifts him up to the top rope. Jin climbs up there with Cuffari, hooks him, and leaps off the top rope, drilling Cuffari into the mat with a superplex!!! Jin then tosses his arm over Cuffari’s chest and the ref makes the count~
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Kick Out!!!
Sam: Wow!! Another kick out by Tony Cuffari, he appears determined to win this match!
Hood: Sure does, he’s not going down without a fight, have to respect that.
Sam: Definitely, whenever these two men get in the ring, I guess you can expect one hell of an encounter!
~Jin slowly gets to his feet, surprised Cuffari was able to kick out…Jin pulls Cuffari to his feet and nails him with a couple of stiff right hands to the forehead. Cuffari staggers back, the ropes being the only thing holding him up on his feet. Jin then whips Cuffari off the ropes and Cuffari sprints across the ring, he bounces off the ropes again and Jin puts his head down. Cuffari responds with a sunset flip, over Jin, and pulls him down into a pin, the ref makes the count~
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Kick Out!!!
Sam: Jin Royale is the man kicking out this time!! What a surprising Sunset Flip by Tony Cuffari!
Hood: Yea, that came out of nowhere, unbelievable!
Sam: Yup, it just goes to show that anyone, at any time, can win this match!
~Jin quickly gets to his feet and Cuffari uses the ropes to get to his. Jin goes to punch Cuffari, but Cuffari blocks it and punches Jin. Jin tries another punch, it’s blocked again and Cuffari responds with another punch and another and another, Jin is reeling. Cuffari then grabs Jin’s arm and drops him straight to the mat with a short arm clothesline!! Cuffari then climbs to the second rope, Jin lying on the mat, Cuffari leaps off and nails Jin with a Guillotine Leg Drop!!! The mat shakes from the impact and Cuffari goes for the pin~
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Kick Out!!!
Sam: Yikes!! Jin kicks out…both men have had to kick out twice…this is as even as it gets!
Hood: Sure is, I really can’t tell if anyone has an advantage over the other.
Sam: Tony Cuffari is definitely stepping it up tonight…quite possibly, we could be seeing the future World Champion right in front of our eyes!
~Cuffari gets back to his feet and pulls Jin to his feet. Cuffari gives Jin a couple of stiff forearm upper cuts as Jin staggers back, into a corner. Cuffari then whips Jin across the ring, towards the opposite corner and charges at Jin while Jin is still running. When Jin reaches the corner, he leaps up and lets Cuffari run right past him. Cuffari stops himself before he slams into the corner, turns around, and is caught with the Showstopper Superkick from Jin!!! Cuffari collapses to the mat, as does Jin, both men are laid out with the fans going crazy~
Sam: Damn, that came out of absolutely nowhere!! Cuffari never saw it coming!
Hood: If only Jin could cover him up…I think he’d have the win!
Sam: He’s starting to move, this match is almost over!
~Jin starts to drag himself over to Cuffari, who has yet to move. Jin reaches Cuffari’s motionless body, flings an arm over his chest and the ref slides into place to make the count~
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Kick Out!!!!
Sam: Tony Cuffari kicked out again!!! What will keep this man down?!
Hood: Maybe a gunshot to the head
Sam: Yea, that might do it
~Jin rolls over onto his back, in disbelief as Cuffari grabs the ropes, trying to regain his balance and get to his feet. Jin slowly gets to his and turns, finding Cuffari at his feet, but a bit wobbly. Cuffari starts to walk towards Jin and Jin goes for a lariat, but Cuffari ducks, Jin turns around and Cuffari throws a wild punch, Jin ducks it and quickly hoods Cuffari underneath his arm. Jin the lifts Cuffari up and drops him with a Rock Bottom(Fade to Black). Cuffari lands hard as Jin slowly makes the pin with the crowd going insane~
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~The bell rings with the crowd erupting in cheers~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner….JIN ROYALE!!!!!
Sam: Wow!!! What a match, what a win by Jin Royale
Hood: Hell of a performance by Tony Cuffari…inches away from winning this one…both these competitors are clearly on even ground.
Sam: Yup, next time they go at it, the result could easily go the other way.
Hood: Uh Huh
Sam: Well, I was handed a note just a few minutes ago that President Murray has something to announce concerning the World Title, so let’s find out what that statement is!
~We go backstage where we see Andy Murray, excited about the announcement. He has just hung up the phone with one of his advisors standing next to him~
Advisor: So, what did they say…what was the court’s decision?
Andy Murray: Well, the court ruled against us…however, we’re disputing it, that will hold things up for another four or five months, so at worst, he won’t be showing his face for a long, long time. Besides, nothing is going to ruin my night…now, let’s go get those papers for the World Title announcment!
~Murray and his Advisor head into his office, only to find the papers missing. Murray looks shocked and starts to get angry~
Andy Murray: What the…did you take those papers?
Advisor: No
Andy Murray: Well, they aren’t there…who the hell has those, find out!
~Before the Advisor can move, “Vodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix blares throughout the arena with the fans erupting in cheers. A shock encompasses Murray’s face…the shot cuts away from Murray to the arena as OCW’s creator and former president, Dean, is walking towards the ring. He is wearing a black, silk suit with red pinstripes. Dean enters the ring, with papers in one hand, and a mic in the other. The fans quiet down and let Dean speak~
Dean: Yes, it’s true…Dean is back in OCW…about time, right? Yea, that’s what I thought…with the court ruling in my favor and my lawyer getting temporary papers signed, it looks like I’ll be riding this ship from now, until the court tells me I’m unable to…how sweet it is, suckas! Now…since we are running short on time…let me do the honor of unveiling the World Title plans, ready?
~The crowd cheers~
Dean: Alright, here we go…first off, the eight participants for the World Title are Jin Royale, Lurrr, Pete Parker, Jack Sullivan, Gambler Greg, Tony Cuffari, Kevin Heat, and, due to Cyanide’s absence, Hardcore Timmay!
~Crowd goes crazy over the unveiling of the eight men who will go at it for OCW’s biggest, most prestigious prize, the World Title~
Dean: However, like Murray previously stated, this will be a tag team tournament with the final two team’s four participants facing off in a Fatal Four Way, Hell in a Cell, at Razorbacked III for the World Title…I could change it, but why? It’s a pretty damn good idea. So, what are the teams…well, that’s pretty simple…team number one is Pete Parker and Hardcore Timmay! Team number two is Jin Royale and Tony Cuffari. Team number three is Kevin Heat and Gambler Greg and, Team number four, is Lurrr and Jack Sullivan!!
~The crowd cheers with tonight’s opponents being tag partners and having to rely on each other to gain what they want most, the World Title~
Dean: Sweet, huh? And, the matches next week go like this…Jin Royale/Tony Cuffari will take on Pete Parker and Hardcore Timmay. So, that just leaves the team of Kevin Heat/Gambler Greg to take on Jack Sullivan/Lurrr. So, you lucky eight, it’s time you and your partners get together and formulate a strategy, because, like it or not, you are going to have to rely and TRUST each other to make it to Razorbacked III. Now Can You Dig That….SUCKAS!!!!!
~And with that, Dean slams the mic down and heads out as Massacre comes to an end~